TITLE: A Night At The Morgue
AUTHOR: Jim V
E-MAIL ADDRESS: matador@televar.com
DISTRIBUTION: Anywhere you see fit. Just send me a line and let me know
where.
SPOILER WARNING: none
RATING: R or NC17 (depending on your imagination)
CLASSIFICATION: MSR
SUMMARY: When your caught up in the moment you tend to forget things.
DISCLAIMER: Anybody you recognize belongs to Fox, Ten Thirteen, CC, DD and
GA. Everyone else is from cental casting.
NOTE: This idea came to me while I was writing Night Files and I wanted a
little break before I tackle something big again. I read a few stories like
this when I first started reading X-File fan fiction and I decided to take
a crack at it. Think of it as an exercise in auditory imagination.

A Night At The Morgue
By
Jim V


9:23 p.m.
Morgue

Molly Buchanan pushed her cleaning cart through the double doors into
the main autopsy bay. She was a small woman, Asian, with shoulder length
dark hair already turning gray. She flipped on the light switch and pushed
her cart near the center of the room next to the autopsy table. She began
emptying the trashcans first, putting the regular trash in a bag on her
cart and the used rubber gloves and other such things into the bag marked
'medical waste'. Humming to herself she walked over to a side table
reaching for the trashcan beside it. On the table Molly noticed the dual
cassette recorder used by the coroners to record their observations during
the autopsy. A tape still inside it one of the bays.

"Jack must have left it in there." Jack Ford was one of the coroners
there and he liked playing jazz music while doing autopsies.

"Wondering what he was listening to today? Maybe some Miles Davis."
Molly punched the rewind button for a few seconds then hit play. She
carried the trashcan back to her cart as the tape started to play.

< I'm finishing sewing up the Y-incision now. I've taken several
tissue samples for analysis but it's clear that Mafioso Enrique Sabatina
died of a heart attack. Most likely from all that rich food he was known to
eat but I'll have the lab check for poisons anyway. >

<<Squeee>>

< Hey Scully, almost finished? >

< All done. What are you doing here Mulder? It's almost 9:00, I'd
thought you would've gone home hours ago. >

< There were some problems with our last report and Skinner wanted it
cleared by tomorrow morning. >

Molly finished dumping the trash and headed back toward the tape
recorder, "That's definitely not Miles Davis." Molly moved her hand to stop
the tape, 'Sounds like those two in the basement.' She thought. 'I'll leave
the tape in Jack's office with a note so it gets back to them.'

< Have I ever told you how sexy you looked in a lab coat Scully? >

'Whoa,' Molly thought, pulling her hand back. "This is getting
interesting."

< Mulder, this isn't the time or the place. Stop that. >

< I thought you liked me nibbling on your ear. >

< But what if someone sees us? >

< It's 9:00; there's no one here. And I don't think Ricky here is going
to tell anyone. >

< But there is a cleaning staff Mulder. >

< They're still a few floors up. I worked enough long hours to know
their routine. Someone won't be down here for another hour. >

< Just help me get Sabatina back in the drawer and we can finish what
you started back at your place. Let me get rid of these gloves first. >

<< Squee squee squee squee. Ka-thump. >>

< Now that Sabatina back on ice, where was I? Oh yeah, I was on your
ear. Mmmm.>

< Mulder, these doors are cold. >

< Is that why your nipples are so hard I can feel them through your lab
coat. Let's see. >

< No Mulder, not here. Oh, oh that's nice. Your hands are so warm. >

< Blue lace? I like it. Does the bottom match the top? Let's find
out. >

< Mulder, we're in the morgue. >

< Don't you know that the morgue is one of the top 10 make-out places
here? Skinner's office is number 4. The couch is very comfortable. >

< You know this from personal experience? >

< Only what I hear around the water cooler. Maybe we should find out
for ourselves someday. They do match, I'm learning to love blue lace. Well
well, looks like little Dana is a bit excited here. You are very wet; I
just have to have a taste. >

< Ohhhh, that feels so good. Right there. Don't stop, don't stop.
Yesss, ohhhhh that's so good Mulder. >

< You taste incredible Dana. So sweet. >

< Don't stop, keep going. Don'tstop don'tstopdon'tstop. Yesyesyes.
YESSS! Mmmmmm. >

< You look beautiful. >

< Get up here Mulder. Mmmm. Thank you, that was incredible. >

< I love you Dana. >

< I love you too Mulder. And as soon as I'm able to walk I'll show
you. Now can we please go home? I want a bed to do it in if it's not too
normal for you. >

Molly heard the rapid clicking of heels coming down the hall. She
quickly shut off the recorder and hurried to her cleaning cart.

Scully burst through the doors, breathing a little hard and her hair
out of place. She saw Molly at her cart, "Uh, hi. I was here earlier and I
left my notes here by mistake."

"I was just starting to clean up here." Molly replied.

"I'll just be a few seconds. I left a tape in the machine."

"Sure, no problem." Molly grabbed a few rags and a spray bottle.

Scully quickly walked over to the tape recorder and popped out the
tape. She noticed the tape was rewound back a little. She turned toward
Molly, "You've played the tape."

"Sorry, I thought it was a jazz tape the coroner likes to play in
here."

Scully face turned a deep red, "I, uh. It's not what you think.I
mean."

Molly gave Scully a little smile, "No need to be so embarrassed. You'
re not the first couple to use this place like that. Your boyfriend's
right, this is one of the top 10 make-out places. I think this place has
had its fair share over the years."

Scully looked down, unable to look Molly in the eye, "I've never done
anything like that before."

"It's a little exciting doing it someplace different, a little
dangerous. Before the kids were born my husband Eric and I would make out
practically everywhere: phone booths, closets, even in the back room of the
grocery store where he's the manager now. We even made out on the Zipper at
the carnival."

Scully looked up, "The Zipper?" she asked surprised. "But don't they
strap you in with a bar?"

"Eric can be very creative when he puts his mind to it. We still use
the back room at his grocery store every now and then but now we make sure
the security cameras are turned off."

"Security cameras?"

Molly smiled with a little twinkle in her eyes. "Let's just say you're
not the only ones who've been accidentally caught on tape. Good thing the
owner was kind enough to give us the video tape before anyone had seen it."

Mulder pushed opened the door. "Da-, uh Scully?" Mulder noticed Molly
standing there, "Did you find your notes?"

Scully held up the tape, "Right here." She turned to Molly and smiled,
'Thank you."

"Anytime. And don't worry, your secret's safe with me."

Molly started to clean the counters as Mulder and Scully walked out the
door. She could hear them talking as they made their way down the hall.

"What was that 'thank you' for?"

"I'll tell you later." "Mulder, do you know if there's a carnival
around here?"

"I think I heard of one coming to Bethesda this weekend. Why, do you
want to go?"

"Uhuh, I have this sudden urge to ride the Zipper."

END

Hope somebody out there liked it. Now it back to the heavy stuff.

Jim V