Special agent Dana Scully was in her office- Well, hers and Mulder's. Technically theirs, since it already had been some time since she had been assigned to work with him in the X-Files.

Sitting behind her desk, with piles of papers around and lots of files to think about, cases where some things just didn't really add up, Scully was... Stressed. And tired. Ever since she'd started to be just the slightest bit more open-minded regarding the paranormal phenomena, she'd found herself more curious.

Scully was a brilliant young woman, observant and smart. But unlike Mulder, she was still too... Logical. Too attached to thinking inside the box, finding an explanation that would match her concept of everything that was, to her, normal. Mulder's advantage was that yes, maybe he was a bit weird... But he could find patterns and connections where she couldn't, he'd make up many crazy theories which, most of the times, had ended up being true. Partially, sometimes, but always kind of right.

She wished she could bring up some theories like that for these cases.

"—I don't know what to fucking do..."

She muttered to herself, leaning her head against her palm, and her elbow on the desk. She wasn't lying, she had no idea what she should do. And stressing out wasn't exactly helpful.