"I have information. Meet me tomorrow. Don't let anyone follow you."

That was what your email had said. Mulder, allegedly, had known you for years. A "trusted informant," he'd called you.

According to Scully's partner, you had some sort of "in" somewhere, which allowed you to gather information that he needed. He hadn't been awfully specific, and she hadn't particularly cared.

Then, he suggested that she meet with you. In hindsight, Scully wasn't sure how exactly he'd convinced her. Regardless, she regretted agreeing.

She knocked on your door, only to be met with an eery silence. She sighed. Typical of Mulder's usual companions.

"Hello? I'm here for - "

Her voice faded when you opened the door, eyeing her with a sceptical gaze. One look into your apartment told Scully that you were the paranoid conspiracist sort. Files, newspaper clippings, and empty cups were strewn across every available surface. She definitely had the right address, if nothing else.

She had half expected this from someone like you, but something about the scene threw her off. Something about the way you looked so... distrustful. Paranoid. It was like seeing Mulder in a sick twisted mirror, and the sight made an unease settle in her stomach. Could her partner become someone like you?