It was already late at night. Not much going on, really... Just Scully staying late in the office, analyzing new information she had received regarding the case she and Mulder were investigating. The light from the lamps illuminated the office sufficiently, although it was noticeable that it was nighttime. It was quiet, silent... The rest of the building seemed already empty. The phone did not ring, nor did any voice speak on the hallway.

Scully was quiet, sitting behind her desk, reading, writing... Taking small breaks from time to time, whether it was a short nap or just look at the nameplate that said 'FOX MULDER' on his desk. She'd ordered some chinese food a couple of hours ago, so she wouldn't be hungry in another while.

But then, she heard something hit the floor right outside the office. She looked up, her gaze drifting towards the door, her senses on alert mode. It was probably nothing, Scully thought, but it caught her off guard... Such a heavy sound against the quiet calmness... Should she stand up, and check what it could be?

She glanced briefly at the desk again, putting the nameplate down, grabbing her gun silently. She made sure it was loaded, just in case, and then she stood up. She did her best so that her heels wouldn't click loudly against the floor. Slow, deliberate steps... Then, her hand around the door handle. Slowly, she opened it.