Date: Wed, 19 Nov 1997 16:05:39 -0500 (EST) From: GHill52695@aol.com Subject: "Mole 3" (1/1) by Danielle Culverson I am posting this for the author, Danielle Culverson, at smythja@aston.ac.uk. She would love to hear your comments. Be sure to read "Mole 1" and "Mole 2" also. If you can't find them on either Gossamer or XFF posts, let me know and I'll send them to you. Gerry This is a fiction story based on the characters created by Chris Carter. No infringement of copyrights held by 10/13 Productions, Twentieth Century Productions, or Fox Broadcasting is intended. All unrecognised characters and plot-lines belong to me. Names, characters, and places exist solely within my imagination, or are used fictitiously. No connection to any person, living or dead, is intended, and any resemblance is entirely coincidental. Feel free to distribute, but please keep me as the author. Rating - 12. Spoilers - None. Classification - S (Short). Summary - Third part of the "Mole" series. Mulder helps his partner out when she needs an extra pair of hands, and Pendrell gets an eyeful. Danielle Culverson. Mole 3. (1/1) "Shit!" Special Agent Fox Mulder smiled as he heard his partner's exasperated word drift down the basement corridor to him, slightly muffled. It was unlike his polite and unflappable partner to use such a word, and the sound of it reminded him of the strength and fire which lay behind her calm and clinical exterior. Mulder reached the door of the basement room he and his partner used as an office, and pushed it open. He was greeted by a sight which sent both his eyebrows half way up to his hairline. Special Agent Dana Scully was standing just behind her desk, bending forwards. Her maroon skirt was pulled up around her waist, and as her back was to him, Mulder had a lovely view of the back of his partner's legs, - all the way up to her panties. - Near the top of her left leg was a small scar, a line with four stitches across it to hold it together as it healed. Two small hands appeared, a piece of lint in one, and a piece of surgical tape in the other. They moved towards the site of the scar, and then struggled unsuccessfully to tape the lint over the small mark. Aware that his partner hadn't heard him come in, Mulder gave a low wolf whistle. Scully span around immediately to face him, horror in her expression, and then relaxed a little when she saw who it was who had come in. Her skirt slipped a little, and then caught around her hips so it hung with the hem askew, barely covering her underwear. "Mulder!" she exclaimed, exasperated, "You really must learn to knock." "Why?" Mulder returned, "I get to see much more when I just walk in." Scully blushed, and looked down. Mulder shrugged his shoulders, and crossed the room to stand by her. "It's not like I haven't seen it before." he said quietly. Scully shook her head. - Her partner had had a *very* close look at the mole which had been on her leg before she had had it removed, leaving the scar. Heat filled her face as she remembered the scene which had set fire to the already well-traveled rumour of the close relationship between the 'spooky' partners. Mulder took the lint and tape from her hands, and said quietly, "Let me do that for you." She hesitated for a moment, and then nodded in unwilling acquiescence. - She had been slowly coming to the conclusion that she couldn't manage it alone when her partner had arrived in the office. "Okay." She turned towards her desk, and leaned forward over it. Mulder's eyes widened a little as his gaze dropped to her exposed legs, and he saw the skin drawing taut. He bent over a little to get a close look at the scar he was trying to dress, but his shadow fell over it, making the situation worse. He decided it was better if he knelt on the floor behind his partner so that he could see what he was doing properly. Paying entirely too much attention to the lovely *derriere* in front of him, Mulder forgot he still had the lint in one hand as he knelt down, and put his hand down on the floor to steady himself. Realising his mistake, he groaned. "Scully, could you pass me some more of the lint, and the roll of surgical tape?" he asked, "I'm going to need more than this one strip." Scully shifted her position slightly, evidently picking up the items he had requested, - Mulder couldn't see, and wasn't interested in trying to look when Scully's buttocks were flexing and shifting slightly within their thin covering right in front of him. A moment later she reached backwards, a new piece of lint in her left hand, and the roll of tape in her right. Mulder, broken from his daze by the movement, didn't take them immediately as he sought a place for the lint he was no longer going to use. Scully gave a low sigh, wishing her partner would hurry up so that she could stop the drafts of the basement office attacking her legs, and rested both hands together on her lower back. After a moment she felt Mulder's hands over hers, extricating the two items. It was then that the door opened. Agent Pendrell froze in the doorway, staring at the scene before him with horror and amazement. He had, of course, heard the rumours about Agent Scully and her partner. They had bothered him at first, but after spending time with both agents he had come to the decision that all the talk in the Bureau was malicious gossip. It didn't stop it from hurting though. The latest rumours had passed over him. He had heard them, but had believed them so far beyond reality that he hadn't even considered them. As he stood in the doorway, he wondered if he had been wrong. The reports he had been bringing down for Agent Scully hung forgotten in his left hand, and he took in the picture before him in silence. Scully was leaning forward over her desk, her skirt pushed up around her waist. Pendrell couldn't see if she still had her underwear on or not from where he was standing, - the bunches of her skirt were in the way, - and he didn't want to. Mulder was kneeling just behind her, his head so close to her that the forensics agent couldn't even see his face properly. He could see Mulder's hands, though. Scully's hands were behind her, and Mulder was holding them together behind her back, as though holding her in place. Pendrell blinked, and the tableau unfroze. Mulder straightened a little behind the desk, and glanced up to see who had come in. Scully stared at Pendrell for a moment in horror, and then lowered her face to rest her forehead on her desk, shaking her head slowly. Pendrell turned quickly, and hurried away from the office. He heard Mulder call out after him as he went, but didn't stop to look back. "Pendrell!" There was a muttered curse from the office as Pendrell reached the elevator and repeatedly stabbed at the 'Up' button. "Pendrell, it's not what you think!" Mulder's voice called after him again. Pendrell shook his head, and stepped quickly into the elevator as the doors opened. He turned to press 'Ground', and as the doors closed saw Mulder running towards him. The agent had a slightly frantic expression on his face, and a roll of tape in one hand. Then the doors closed between them, and Pendrell collapsed back against the wall of the elevator. He was sure Mulder was right, it wasn't what he thought. Mulder probably had no need for coercion. The End. I'd greatly appreciate any comments or constructive criticism from fellow X-Philes. Email me at . Danielle Culverson.