TITLE:     YOTOGI
AUTHOR:    DONNILEE
E-MAIL:    Donnilee@snet.net
WEBSITE:   http://donnilee.tripod.com
RATING:    NC-17
CATEGORY:  SK/O
SPOILERS:  NOT A ONE.

SUMMARY:   Skinner and Nanami's happiness is 
threatened when they discover someone is watching.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:  Yotogi means "Watcher".

WARNING:  There is rough sex that could be construed 
as rape between a secondary character and a 
prostitute in this fic.  If this sort of thing 
offends you, you won't want to read this fic.  The 
non-con sex does not occur between the main 
characters.

DISCLAIMER:  All characters used from the show, The 
X-Files are the property of Chris Carter, Ten 
Thirteen Productions, and Fox Broadcasting.  No 
copyright infringement intended.  No money made here.

XXXXXXXXXX
PART 1 (PG-13)
HOOVER BUILDING
THIRD FLOOR
A.D. SKINNER'S OFFICE
MONDAY - 11:30 AM

I looked around curiously as I strode down the hall 
from the elevator.  Walter and I had been together 
for one month now and this was the first time I was 
entering his domain.  I made sure my visitor badge 
was showing clearly on the lapel of my dress and 
proceeded toward the opposite end of the hall from 
the elevator I'd just left.

It was much like I'd expected it to be; drab, 
colorless walls and gray soundproof cubicle dividers, 
with a stray lithograph or painting here and there.  
The art was a futile attempt to bring some 
personality to the place, but I had to give them an A 
for effort.  

Several obvious G-men in their expensive suits turned 
to watch me walk past.  I felt self-conscious but 
held my head high and tried not to show it.  We were 
going to go to lunch and then meet with his boss 
about buying some artwork for several of the 
conference rooms where they held private meetings and 
entertained important guests.  

I was in my work clothes, which today meant an 
emerald green dress that showed just a hint of 
cleavage and fell to just above my knees in a 
straight skirt.  Since I spent most days on my feet, 
I rarely wore heels in spite of my diminutive 
stature.  Today, I had bitten the bullet and strapped 
on two-inch black heels.  My feet were killing me 
already. 

I saw the door he'd described that lead into his 
Administrative Assistant's office.  His name was 
clearly printed on the brass plate in the middle of 
the door.  'Assistant Director Walter Skinner.'

I smiled as I approached the door.  I could feel the 
curious stares checking me out as I walked.  Just as 
I was about to reach the door, two things happened at 
once.  One was a smarmy looking agent who stepped 
into my path and said, "Can I help you, pretty little 
thing?"  

This immediately earned him my death glare.  The one 
I gave all sexist pigs that underestimated me because 
of my size.  

The second was Walter opening the door to his 
secretary's office just in time to hear the rude 
agent.  I heard Walter growl so I refrained from 
responding.  "Out of the way, Agent Pella."

The man literally jerked in surprise and spun on his 
heels to face Walter.  "A.D. Skinner!" he 
acknowledged him.

Walter frowned at him.  "Let the lady pass, Pella."

"I was just --" he began.

Walter cut him off.  "I don't care what you were 
doing.  Get back to work."

"Yes, Sir," he said curtly and turned away, stepping 
back into his cubicle.  

I smiled up at Walter.  "Are you always this surly 
with your agents?" I asked.

I heard a snicker from somewhere behind me.  He 
grinned and his ears darkened slightly.  "Only when 
they harass my girlfriend," he said loudly.

Now I heard gasps and whispered sputters of surprise.  
I shook my head at his juvenile territorial comment 
and followed him as he waved me into his office.

He introduced me to Kimberly Cooke, his 
Administrative Assistant.  She was friendly and warm 
and I liked her instantly.  Truth be told, I was 
actually pleased that he introduced me as his 
girlfriend.  His alpha male dance didn't really 
bother me a bit.  It was endearing.

She asked us if we wanted coffee and we both said we 
did.  Then Walter ushered me into his office, closing 
the door.

He walked to his desk, turned and half-sat, half-
leaned on the edge, motioning me forward.  I stepped 
in between his big thighs and wrapped my arms around 
his neck.

His arms went around my waist and hauled me up 
against him.  "What's gotten into you, Big Man?" I 
asked.  That was my nickname for him, Big Man.  It 
seemed to amuse him the first time so I kept using 
it.

He buried his nose in my hair and inhaled.  This was 
an odd mannerism he'd taken to lately.  He said he 
loved the smell of my hair.  I'd made a note to keep 
buying that lemon-scented shampoo.  "I missed you," 
he growled softly in my ear, making me shiver.

"It's only been three days," I reminded him.

"Doesn't matter.  I missed you when you stepped onto 
the plane."

I pulled back and looked at his face.  "I had to 
visit Kenichi-wa."

"I know.  I just wished I could have gone with you."

"We needed this time alone with daifu," I said.  He 
now knew that meant, father.

"I know that too.  Can't a guy miss his girl when 
she's gone?" he teased.

I sighed in mock exasperation and he chuckled.  Then 
I smiled and said, "I missed you too, Walter."

"Mmm," he hummed and leaned in to kiss me.

It was soft and gentle.  No need to be obscene here 
in his office.  Of course, Kimberly chose that moment 
to bump the door open with her hip, balancing a mug 
of coffee in each hand.  "Oh, sorry!" she exclaimed.

Walter just looked at her over my shoulder.  "Don't 
worry about it, Kim.  Can you set them on the table?"

"Of course," she replied.  She sat them down and 
looked at me curiously.  I felt self-conscious again.

I blurted out, "It's nice to meet you.  Walter has 
told me what a good assistant you are.  I'm glad he 
has someone he can trust."

She beamed and said, "Well, I'm glad he has you, 
too."

"How come?" I asked, genuinely puzzled.

She laughed outright now.  "Because of that surly 
thing you mentioned.  He's much better lately," she 
said in a very serious tone.

We both laughed and Walter cleared his throat.  
"Excuse me, ladies.  I am in the room, you know?"

That made us both giggle more.  He shook his head and 
I watched his ears turn a brighter shade of pink.  

Kim coughed behind her hand and said, "Are you going 
out for lunch, Sir?"

"Yes, we are.  We are going to briefly discuss the 
budget for decorating the conference rooms before we 
go."

"Oh, all right.  May I go to lunch now, then?"

"Certainly," Walter replied.

She nodded at me again, smiling, and left, closing 
the door quietly behind her.  "She's nice," I 
commented idly.

He shook his head a bit.  "It's a conspiracy," he 
muttered.  

I laughed and moved to one of the chairs next to the 
coffee table on which she'd set the mugs.  I took a 
sip and Walter sat in the other chair, rather than 
behind his desk.  He already had the folder on the 
table.  He opened it and turned it around, holding it 
out to me.

I took it and skimmed over the numbers on the sheet.  
"Wow, they are going to spend some money, huh?"

He smiled.  "It looks like a lot, but there are five 
big conference rooms."

I sipped my coffee and made some notes on a pad he 
handed me.  "How many prints do they want in each?"

"About four in each."

I nodded and made some more notes, doing some quick 
math in my head.  "I can do that easily for this 
money.  I may not even need that much."

"Well, that will make the bean counters happy," he 
replied.

I smiled.  "I'll need to see the conference rooms and 
make notes on the color schemes of the furniture, 
etcetera," I reminded him.

"We'll do that after lunch."

"Okay.  Can I get a copy of this?" I asked, waving 
the folder with the budget in it.

"Of course.  We'll get that when we come back from 
lunch, too.  Kim will be back by then."

"What?  You can't make your own copies?" I asked 
incredulously.  

He grinned.  "Are you going to gang up on me too?" he 
asked, clearly amused.

"I might.  I'm sure she has better things to do.  
Even you could learn to run a copier."

He laughed and stood up, draining his coffee cup.  
Mine was only half finished, but I left it on the 
table and followed his lead.

"Come on," he said, holding out his hand.  "Remind me 
not to let you hang around here too much.  You'll be 
putting all these traitorous thoughts in my 
assistant's head," he joked.

I beamed a smile at him and followed him into 
Kimberly's office.  He looked at the door and turned 
to face me, still holding my hand.  "Ready to face 
the masses?" he asked.

"Of course.  It's you I'm worried about."

He laughed again and opened the door, towing me out 
the door behind him, and then closing it.  He held 
tightly to my hand as we strode down the hall.  He 
had learned to shorten his stride so I wasn't running 
to keep up.  I saw faces pop in and out of my line of 
vision as they peered out from cubicles.  I imagined 
they were all curious.  If this place was like most 
places, rumors flew faster than the speed of light. 

We reached the elevator and Walter pushed the button 
to summon it.  Agent Pella appeared next to us and 
Walter stiffened.  He looked at the floor and then at 
me.  "I just wanted to apologize," he sputtered.

I smiled at him.  "No problem," I said.

Walter scowled.  "Yes it is."

"Walter!" I chastised him with my tone.

He looked at the hapless agent.  "You will treat 
women in this building, agents or not, with respect, 
Agent Pella, or you will answer to me.  Do I make 
myself clear?"

"Very, Sir.  I'm sorry, Sir.  No offense was meant."

"See that it doesn't happen again," he growled.  The 
door to the elevator opened and we stepped on.  
Walter hit the button for the parking garage and I 
watched as the agent hurried back to his cubicle as 
the doors shut.

"You were a little hard on him, don't you think?"

He looked at me.  "Nope.  I hate idiots that make 
comments like that to women."

"So do I, but we can't discipline the world."

"No, we can't," he replied.  "However, I can 
discipline my agents, and demand at least the 
trappings of respect from them here in the 
workplace."

I smiled up at him.  "Had nothing to do with the fact 
that he was talking down to me?"

He grinned.  "Of course it did," he admitted.

I shook my head.  "I can take care of myself, 
Walter."  I took every opportunity to remind him of 
that after the silly conversation we'd had in 
Connecticut.  He'd misunderstood me when I'd said he 
made me feel safe and it had nearly caused the 
relationship to come to a grinding halt before it 
ever got off the ground.

"I know that.  That doesn't mean that you should have 
to, at least not when I'm around."

"Walter," I began, not really wanting to have this 
conversation again.

His fingers came up to my lips as we stopped next to 
his car.  "Let me play the big, bad boyfriend once in 
a while, huh?  You know how delicate my ego is," he 
joked.

I shook my head at him, unable to stay irritated.  
"All right, but only once in a while," I teased.

He opened the car and I slid in next to him.  "Where 
to?" he asked.

"Let's go to Maxim's," I said.

He raised an eyebrow at me as he backed out.  "You 
paying?" he asked casually.

"Nope.  You are.  It's the least you can do since you 
missed me so much."  I paused as he gave me an amused 
look.  "Also because I'm letting your little alpha-
male routine slide this time."

He chuckled deep in his chest and I felt warmth 
spread through my body.  God help me, I loved this 
man.


XXXXXXXXXX
PART 2 (R)
WALTER SKINNER'S APARTMENT 
COLUMBIA HEIGHTS APARTMENTS 
815 S GREENBRIER STREET 
ARLINGTON, VA 

We had a great lunch and returned to the Hoover 
Building.  Mulder and Scully showed up to say hello 
to Nan and inquire about her brother.  She was 
touched that they bothered.  They ended up following 
us around to the conference rooms while she made her 
notes.  

Lots of curious and perplexed stares were left in our 
wake.  I thought my announcement that she was my 
girlfriend would spread through the bullpen like 
wildfire.  I wasn't disappointed.

I'm sure most of them were wondering what the hell 
she was doing with me, an old, balding man with a bad 
attitude.  Hell, I still wondered myself sometimes.  
I had made myself a promise though.  When we returned 
from Connecticut, I promised myself never to doubt 
her again unless I had empirical evidence I couldn't 
ignore.  I had no idea why she wanted to be with me, 
but I wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.  
Eat your heart out, guys.  She was all mine.

I would ride this train as far as it would go.  As 
long as she would have me, I would stay with her.  
The task force to investigate the mob and microchips 
was in full swing.  Fortunately, I'd been able to 
convince the Director that I shouldn't head it up.  I 
used the conflict of interest angle, admitting that 
my girlfriend's family might be involved in some 
peripheral way and I didn't think I could be 
objective. 

Truth was, I simply didn't want to head up a major, 
multi-jurisdictional task force, and have all the 
headaches that came with that.  I knew it would eat 
up my time.  With our relationship so new, the last 
thing I wanted was to dive into an intensive 
investigation that had me working fourteen hours a 
day.  No, thank you.  I'd breathed a sigh of relief 
when he'd said he appreciated my honesty.  I was 
given a commendation for uncovering the crime and he 
let me go back to my job behind the desk on the third 
floor.
 
Comments like, 'The old dog' and 'What do you know?' 
filtered into my ears as we passed through the halls.  
It caused Mulder to wink at me several times until I 
was ready to slap him.  I gave him a dirty look and 
he simply laughed in my face.  Pure Mulder.

Dealing with the X-Files was all the excitement I 
needed in my work life.  My private life was another 
matter.  Nanami was like no woman I had ever met.  
She was a curious blend of intelligence and 
innocence.  She was completely without guile, 
something I had never encountered before, 
particularly in my line of work.

Not old fashioned in the 'no sex outside of marriage' 
kind of way, but old fashioned in her values.  She 
liked a safe, quiet home, and home-cooked meals.  She 
dressed conservatively for the most part and enjoyed 
walks in the parks.  She respected the family and I 
suspected that she wanted one of her own some day.  I 
wondered if I could have that with her.  After Sharon 
couldn't have children, I had given up on having any 
progeny.  Honestly, the idea hadn't really bothered 
me much.

My opinions were starting to change on that too.  
However, I was old-fashioned enough that I would want 
to be married if we had children.  I was pretty sure 
Nanami felt the same way.  She could fuck like a 
bunny, but children were for marriage.  The thought 
made me smile and I couldn't wait to get home after 
work. 

She was meeting me at my place.  I'd made lasagna and 
frozen it in anticipation of her return.  I'd taken 
it out to defrost this morning so it would be ready 
for the oven when I got home.

The lasagna was warming in the oven when I heard her 
key in the lock.  I'd given her a key shortly after 
we returned home from Connecticut.  I was delighted 
when she'd given me one for her home as well.  It was 
a small thing, but it meant a lot to me.  She trusted 
me.  I hadn't had anyone trust me in a long time.

She sniffed the air, closing the door behind her and 
locking it.  "Something smells good in here."

"Lasagna," I reported.

She smiled.  "Good, I'm starved."

"After that humungous lunch we had?  You ate Filet 
Mignon!" I declared.

She just gave me her haughty smile and said, "I'm a 
growing girl.  What can I tell you?"

I grinned.  "I think you have a hollow leg," I 
teased.

This was a regular banter between us.  I couldn't 
believe how much she ate.  Despite the derogatory 
connotation when Agent Pella had said it, she was a 
pretty little thing, a very petite woman.  She kicked 
off her shoes and plopped on the couch, moaning.  
"What's wrong?" I asked, instantly concerned.

"My feet are killing me.  I usually don't wear 
heels."

"Why did you wear them today?"

"I wanted to look nice and professional for my first 
visit.  Besides, I look enough like a child.  I 
wanted all the advantage I could get."

"Afraid they'd think I was robbing the cradle, did 
you?" I asked.

She smiled and I sat on the couch, pulling her feet 
into my lap.  I began massaging her foot, pressing 
into her insteps and the balls of her foot.  She 
moaned and I felt my groin tingle.  Jesus, what this 
woman did to me.  I was fifty years old and I swear, 
sometimes I felt like a hormone-driven teenager.  
This woman made me hornier than anything or anyone 
had in years.

One of the things I loved about her was the all the 
noise she made in bed.  She tended to babble, make 
demands and shriek her pleasure.  It made my blood 
sing and I loved that I got those responses from her.  
Although her moans now were pleasure of another sort, 
the sounds went straight to my groin.

Her free foot nudged my rising erection and I 
grunted.  "Stop that," I commanded.

She grinned.  "Why?" she asked, nudging it again and 
dragging her little toes up my crotch.

I pulled my hips back and said, "Because we need to 
eat first."

"Who says?" 

"Me," I declared.  "You've been gone for three days.  
Once I get you in bed, I don't want to get up again 
to eat."

"Party pooper," she pouted.

"Just you wait, lady.  Just you wait."

I finished one foot and massaged the other until I 
heard the timer go off in the kitchen.  I laid her 
feet on the couch and levered myself up off the 
couch.  "Dinner time!" I declared.

She moaned in protest.  "Shit," she muttered.

I chuckled and helped her to her feet.  "Long day, 
huh?"

"Yeah, felt like it.  I'm so glad to be home though."

I folded her in my arms.  "I'm so glad to have you 
home."

"So did anyone know I existed before I walked in 
today?"

"Are you asking if anyone knew I had a girlfriend?" 

"Yes, that's exactly what I'm asking."

"Kimberly did.  Mulder and Scully did."

"Besides them?"

"No.  I don't generally broadcast information about 
my personal life."

"Could have fooled me with that stunt in the 
hallway," she shot back at me.

I rolled my eyes.  "I wanted you to be a surprised.  
Plus, just because I don't advertise doesn't mean I'm 
going to stand around and let someone insult you.  
I'm not hiding.  I'm sure they all spent the 
afternoon puzzling out what the hell you are doing 
with me."

She talked as she moved into the kitchen and I 
followed, setting plates and silverware on the table.  
I extracted the lasagna and she waited until I had it 
in the middle of the table on a trivet and cut into 
pieces.  I sat down and then she said, "You are so 
hard on yourself, Walter.  I'll bet I crushed a lot 
of women's dreams today," she said.

I laughed.  "I hardly think so, Nanami.  I'm not the 
most popular man in the Bureau.  I have a reputation 
for being stern and no-bullshit."

"You're also sexy," she hissed in a seductive whisper 
before biting into the lasagna, dragging it off her 
fork.

I laughed.  "I'm glad you think so.  However, we've 
established that you're delusional.  The rest of the 
world sees an aging, balding, malcontent stuck in 
middle management in the Bureau."

She made a tsk-tsk sound with her tongue.  "No more 
of this.  You piss me off when you talk like that."

I laid my fork down and wiped my mouth.  I stared at 
her.  "It's the truth, Nan, all kidding aside."

"The truth is what you make it, Big Man."

I sighed.  "You know what?"

"What?"

"You're the only person whose opinion I care about, 
Nan.  So it's a moot point."

She smiled softly.  "It just bothers me that you are 
so hard on yourself."

"You're good for my ego."

"Just your ego?" she teased.

I smiled.  "Among other things."  I paused, getting 
an unexpected lump in my throat.  I swallowed and 
cleared my throat.

"What is it?" she asked, taking another bite of 
lasagna.

"I'm in trouble, Nan."

She looked instantly worried and swallowed.  "How?  
How are you in trouble?"

I smiled.  "I'm head over heels in love with you," I 
declared.

She deflated and gave me a dirty look.  "Don't scare 
me like that," she scolded.  "Why is that trouble?" 
she asked.

I felt the grin leave my face.  "I'm scared, Nan," I 
admitted.

She became serious too.  "Scared of what?"

"Losing you."

"Why you scared about that?"

"All those young guys eyeballing you today, made me 
realize all over again that you could have any man 
you want."

"You trying to piss me off again, Big Man?"

I gave her a sad smile.  "No.  I can't help but 
notice, Nan.  You're so young and beautiful."

"You're the man I want, Walter.  Is that so hard to 
believe?"

"You have no idea," I replied.  

She sat her fork down and got out of her chair.  She 
rounded the table and I pushed my chair back.  She 
crawled into my lap, straddling my legs.  I put my 
hands on her hips, anchoring her in place.  "What do 
I have to do to convince you and stop this nonsense?" 
she scolded.

I swallowed.  "I don't know," I said quietly and 
shrugged under her hands, which were lying on my 
shoulders.

She leaned forward and kissed me softly.  "I love 
you, Walter.  I'm not going anywhere.  I'm not one of 
those women who skip from man to man.  Not my nature.  
I haven't fallen too many times in my life but when I 
fall, I fall hard."

I swallowed around the lump in my throat, blinking to 
hold back the tears that were stinging my eyelids.  
"I don't deserve you, Nanami."

"Nonsense," she declared.  "You deserve to be happy, 
Walter.  I don't know why you think you're not 
entitled to things that everyone wants."

I hugged her to me and she rested her chin on my 
shoulder.  "I don't want to live in fear of losing 
you, Nan.  I'm just not sure I can help it.  Good 
things like you don't happen to men like me."

She pulled back and looked at my face, blinking 
slowly.  "I just did," she reminded me.

I smiled softly.  "How did I get so lucky?"

"How did I get so lucky?" she repeated.

"You're amazing," I said, running my fingers through 
her silky hair.

She shivered and leaned in, kissing my chin.  
"Believe in me, Walter," she whispered.  "I'll be 
true, I promise."

I nodded.  "If someone else ever did come along, just 
tell me, all right."

She shook her head.  "Not going to happen.  If it did 
though, I would never deceive you, Walter.  I 
promise."

I hugged her again and she squeezed back.  Her lips 
found and tugged on my earlobe and I moaned quietly, 
feeling my groin react again.  "God, Nan."

"Maybe I need to make love to you more to convince 
you I'm not going anywhere."

"I think it would kill me if we did it more often 
than we do.  I'm an old man," I teased.

She swatted my shoulder, but then reached between us, 
grasping my burgeoning erection through my pants.  
"Doesn't feel worn out to me," she joked.

I smiled and bucked into her hands.  "Why don't you 
finish eating?"

She shook her head.  "I'm still hungry, but not for 
lasagna," she declared.

I closed my eyes for a moment, then blinked slowly.  
"No?  What are you hungry for?"

She put her lips on my ear.  "You.  God, I missed 
you.  I want you take me to bed, right now."

I bit down on another moan, trying to draw out the 
banter.  "And what is it that you want when we get 
there?" I prodded.  

She knew I loved to hear her ask for things, civil or 
dirty, didn't matter.  Her lips brushed the shell of 
my ear.  "I want you to fuck me until my teeth 
rattle."

A bark of laughter escaped and I suddenly felt giddy.  
She was right.  I needed to stop questioning this and 
go with it.  I was going to ruin it with my 
pessimistic attitude.  

I stood up, cupping her rear end as her legs went 
around my waist.  She weighed next to nothing and I 
easily carried her across the living room and into 
the bedroom.  I left the dishes on the table.  I'd 
deal with them later.  Right now, I had a little minx 
to try to satisfy after a three-day absence.


XXXXXXXXX
PART 3 (NC-17)
WALTER SKINNER'S APARTMENT 
COLUMBIA HEIGHTS APARTMENTS 
815 S GREENBRIER STREET 
ARLINGTON, VA 

XXXXXXXXXX NC-17 PORTION XXXXXXXXXX

The man could exasperate the hell out of me.  I guess 
you have to take the good with the bad.  Nobody was 
perfect.  I just didn't understand why he kept 
questioning me.  Maybe it was a cultural thing?  I 
just didn't know.  For some reason, he was still 
unsure of this thing between us.  

All I knew to do was keep reassuring him and reaping 
the benefits of having him with me.  I excitedly 
stripped out of my dress, bra, and panties.  He 
yanked off his clothes as well and we were both soon 
naked.  

We crawled onto the bed and I wiggled up onto his 
chest.  We kissed and I ground myself into him, 
eliciting a delicious moan from him.  I loved to make 
him groan with pleasure.  I knew he liked to hear me 
too.  

XXXXXXXXXX
850 S. GREENBRIER STREET 
ARLINGTON, VA 

I smiled as I watched the monitor, sitting in the 
old, worn recliner.  I flipped the leg rest up and 
sighed.  This should be a good show.  I'd only 
installed the camera this weekend and I was already 
going to get some good footage.

Jesus Christ, she was tiny.  How on earth had the 
surly man snagged this delectable piece of ass?  I 
wondered how old she was.

They were both naked now and she was atop his chest.  
He looked like a fucking giant and if she didn't have 
those perky, perfect tits, she would look like a 
child.

She was grinding against him and I listened to him 
moan.  I grunted at the surge of blood to my crotch 
as I watched her tiny little ass ride up and down as 
she pressed his cock to her center.  I quickly 
unzipped my jeans and yanked them down to my knees.  
I was commando and glad of it at the moment.  

They kissed and then she moved off to the side of his 
hips.  I raised my eyebrows when I saw the size of 
him.  Jesus, that equipment was enough to make any 
man feel inadequate.  I couldn't help thinking that 
Skinner would have a bright future in porn if we ever 
managed to ruin his FBI career. 

Of course, that wasn't what we were trying to do.  He 
was too useful right where he was.  Having something 
to hold over his head was the plan.  This might be 
it.  If he had a honey, he was vulnerable. 

I smiled and moaned as my cock jerked when her mouth 
spread wide to take in the plum sized head of his 
cock.  God, she was a little hottie.

I stroked myself vigorously as I watched her.  She 
was sucking him like a woman possessed.  I watched 
her cheeks bulge and then to my surprise, she 
adjusted her angle and I watched her press her face 
down until her lips were brushing his pubic hair.

He arched his back and I grabbed the base of my cock, 
squeezing hard to prevent myself from coming so 
quickly.  Her throat was turning red and it was 
bulging.  "Aww, fuck," I said out loud.

I just might want to indulge myself if I ever got a 
hold of this one.  When the old man saw this, I hoped 
he would think what I was thinking.  Taking her away 
would control him.

She bobbed her head, licking his shaft and then 
descended again.  He was groaning, "Oh God, Nan.  Oh 
yeah.  Christ, take it deep," he groaned.

It was an incredible sight and I loosened my grip and 
stroked myself softly and slowly now, wanting to make 
this last.  I felt my heart rate accelerate and 
wondered if she would suck him dry.  I'd been a bit 
upset when the old man told me I was going to have 
this detail.  Now it was looking like it wasn't going 
to be so boring after all.

He pulled her off of him after another minute or so 
and rolled her underneath him.  I switched over to 
look at the other screen that held the camera in the 
ceiling and was looking at them from directly above 
the bed.

"You dirty, old man, you," I muttered as I watched 
him sit with his ass on his heels between her spread 
legs.  Shit, she had only a small strip of hair pointing
to her most treasured asset.

I felt another surge in my cock and moaned as I 
stiffened even further.  He tested her readiness and 
then leaned over her, practically obscuring her from 
view.  I could see her small feet poking out to the 
side of his waistline.

He took his weight on his elbow and forearm and used 
the other to guide himself to her entrance.  I panted 
with excitement.  "Yeah, nail her little pussy," I 
whispered.

He did just that.  He pushed into her to the hilt in 
one long, steady stroke.  I couldn't believe it.  His 
ass tensed as he ground against her, pressing deep.

She let out a high-pitched whine that sent a shiver 
down my spine.  Was that a whine of pleasure or pain?  
I let air out of my pursed lips as I watched him 
begin to pump into her and realized I had a lousy 
view now.

I slammed the footrest down and leaned forward, 
adjusting the view on the camera in the flower vase 
that faced them from the foot of the bed.  That was 
more like it.  Now I had a direct view of his 
enormous cock sliding in and out of that stretched 
pussy.

Skinner was a huge, strong man and I watched, 
enthralled as he began to pump this diminutive bitch 
for all he was worth.  He increased his speed and 
intensity and I could hear her little gasps and 
whimpers.

I adjusted the controls on camera three, which was 
placed on the nightstand, until I could see her face.  
His bulging pecs were hovering over her face.  
He was so much bigger that she was.  In between 
gasps, moans and whimpers, she would lift her head 
and suck on his nipples, eliciting a bass groan 
from Skinner.

God, this was hotter than any porn I'd ever watched.  
I silently gave Skinner a high-five in my head.  I 
didn't know the old boy had it in him.

I felt silly with my dick hanging out of my pants, so 
I took off my boots and socks, and divested myself of 
my jeans.  I shrugged and then yanked my shirt off 
too.  I reclined again in the chair, my eyes darting 
from one monitor to the other, wondering if I could 
splice them together into one long show for my 
collection.

I felt my balls tingle as I watched her little body 
began to spasm involuntarily with every thrust.  
Jesus, he was almost making her come with every 
stroke!  Her face was held in a grimace of ecstasy as 
he held her on the edge.

Finally she broke and hollered, "Oh fuck, make me 
come, Big Man.  No tease, no tease.  Dig it deep, dig 
in, make me come!"

Hearing her voice beg to come was all it took.  I 
stroked once, hard and felt cum rocket up my shaft 
and spray out with force.  I shouted as a second, 
third, fourth, and finally, a fifth ejaculation 
sprayed my chest.

She began to climax.  She was screaming and thrashing 
underneath his bulk.  He kept nailing her, and she 
kept screaming.  Amazingly, I felt my cock twitch 
again.  

Finally, Skinner let a bass moan of ecstasy escape as 
he reached the end of his endurance.  I couldn't 
imagine what her little cunt felt like coming on his 
cock.  "Lucky son-of-a-bitch," I whispered.

XXXXXXXXXX END NC-17 PORTION XXXXXXXXXX

He nearly collapsed on her when he was done but 
managed to roll off to the side.  They maneuvered 
themselves under the covers after cleaning up with 
tissues and she attached herself to his side like a 
little barnacle, looking like a child.  "Christ," I 
whispered again, swallowing hard.

She laid her head on his shoulder and her hand played 
idly with his chest hair.  He hummed and said, "Love 
you, Nanami."

"Love you too, Walter," she whispered back.  He 
kissed the top of her head and then leaned over and 
shut out the light.

Shit.  I had a lump in my throat.  What the fuck was 
THAT all about?  Despite my recent ball clenching 
orgasm, I was horny.  There was nothing like the real 
thing.  I cleaned up and showered, dressing in fresh 
jeans and a tight tee shirt.

I left the cameras rolling and exited the apartment, 
being sure to lock up tight.

XXXXXXXXXX 

The streets of Alexandria weren't exactly teeming 
with ladies of the night, so I pointed the car 
towards D.C.

In minutes I was cruising slowly down a street in the 
southeast section, my eyes peeled.  Finally, I 
spotted what I wanted.  I pulled up to the curb and 
lifted my chin at the oriental girl on the end.  

She sashayed over to the car.  "You want date, 
honey?"

I nodded.  She smiled and snapped her gum and rounded 
the car.  I popped the locks and she slid in beside 
me.  I looked over and felt my cock surge in my 
pants.  She was wearing a little checkered mini-skirt 
and a white blouse, tied up under her breasts, 
exposing her smooth stomach.  A belly ring winked at 
me from her small navel.  Her long, black hair was in 
two ponytails on each side of her head.  

I smiled at her and she said, "Just down the street."

I shook my head.  "No, I have a place."

"I don't know," she said warily as I put the car in 
gear and steered back out onto the street.

"I'll pay extra," I said, business-like, trying to 
ignore the jerking in my crotch.

She smiled again.  "Okay, $50 dollars extra for your 
place."

I nodded.  "No problem."

XXXXXXXXXX
850 S. GREENBRIER STREET 
ARLINGTON, VA 

I sped all the way back to the apartment, unlocking 
and leading her past the backs of the monitors and 
computer equipment set up in the living room. 

I slammed the bedroom door behind us and commanded, 
"Get out of those clothes."

She was small, maybe five feet tall after she kicked 
off her high heels.  She shed her blouse and skirt 
easily and I realized she had no underwear on.  
Convenient.

I shed my clothes and her eyes ran up and down my 
body.  "What happened?" she asked, waving her hand at 
my arm.

"None of your business," I said.

She nodded, getting the picture.  We weren't here for 
chitchat.  

"On the bed," I said.

She crawled up and laid on her back.  I slid onto the 
bed and said, "Hands and knees."

She complied easily and I adjusted myself behind her.

XXXXXXXXXX NC-17 PORTION XXXXXXXXXXX

I nipped at her shoulders and smacked her ass.  She 
yelped but otherwise waited patiently.  I fingered 
her folds.  They were damp, but not soaking.  Good.

"Condom," she said, looking over her shoulder and 
opening her hand to show me an unopened condom she 
must have palmed when she took off her clothes.

I smiled and reached for it.  She turned back around.  

As soon as she did, I dropped it behind me, grasped 
her hips and rammed my engorged cock deep into her.  
She screamed and began to struggle.  I loved it when 
they struggled.

I literally fell on top of her, driving her to the 
mattress and pushed myself deep into her.  Her little 
cunt was quivering.  God, she was tight for a whore.

I began to slam into her as she wailed and wiggled, 
trying to escape me.  "No come inside, no come 
inside!" she screamed.

I humped for all I was worth until she was crying and 
screaming, really starting to panic.  Then I slowed 
and pulled out.  She was breathing hard and 
whimpered.  "Please, thank you.  Can't get pregnant."

I supposed that would put a damper on her career, 
although there were fetishes for everything, even 
pregnant women.  I smiled, deciding to be generous.

I rubbed her back and she relaxed.  "I won't come in 
your bitty twat, darling," I rumbled.

She breathed a sigh of relief. 

I chuckled, sounding evil even to myself and said, 
"I'll come in your ass instead."

She shrieked, trying to lever up onto her hands and 
knees again.  All that did was aid my plunge into her 
tight little asshole.

She was dry and rubbery and I had to hump hard four 
or five times before I got my cock fully embedded.  
The feeling was exquisite though.  Her muscles were 
going wild, undulating up and down, trying to expel 
me.

I held still getting used to the sensation.  Then I 
started to slide in and out, loving the sensation of 
having to push hard to reenter her.  "Damn.  Fucking 
damn," I cried out in pleasure.

She was screaming into the pillow.  Her ass was 
tighter than anything I'd ever felt.  It was gripping 
and straining and stretching to accommodate me.  Her 
miniature body bucked beneath me in pain, unwittingly 
exciting me more.  I felt wetness around my shaft and 
knew I was tearing her.  I couldn't care.  This felt 
too good.

I jammed my good hand under her hip and found her 
cunt; pressing two fingers inside and feeling 
something foreign slide over my thumb.  I realized 
she had a clit ring and I felt another surge of 
excitement stiffen my shaft.

I removed my fingers and grabbed onto it with two 
fingers, holding it firmly as low to the covers as I 
could.  Now every bounce and every buck of her hips 
in response to the pain pulled on the clit ring.

Her screams became shrill and I shuddered with joy at 
the sound of it.  My blood pounded in my ears.  I 
hadn't felt ecstasy like this in years.  Guess 
Skinner had the right idea with these little women.  
I'd have to thank him one day for this new fetish.

Her head turned to the side and I watched the tears 
wash over her face.  I pumped hard until I felt the 
familiar tightening in my balls.  I cried out, "Just 
like that!  You're little ass is perfect.  Oh fuck, 
this is good.  I love a little ass slut."

I felt the last of my control slip and I came hard, 
hollering in pleasure, my hips snapping into hers 
with every ejaculation.  I collapsed on top of her, 
sated.  

XXXXXXXXXX END NC-17 PORTION XXXXXXXXXX


XXXXXXXXXX
PART 4 (PG-13)
850 S. GREENBRIER STREET 
ARLINGTON, VA 

After a few moments, my vision cleared and my 
breathing slowed down enough for me to move.  I sat 
back carefully.  She was trembling, still impaled on 
my now deflated cock.  I pulled back and saw the 
streaks of blood on my cock.

She groaned and pulled away from me immediately, 
scooting to the side of the bed.  She grabbed her 
clothes and ran for the bathroom.  I heard her 
sobbing in there and I wondered at the fact that I 
still couldn't care.  God, I felt good.

I cleaned up with some tissues.  I would take another 
shower when I got back and go to bed.  She emerged 
from the bathroom to find me dressed.  She was too.  

She swallowed, clearly angry.  "Normal $200, $50 for 
your place.  I say, 'nother $50.  You say nothing 
about back door.  You not wear condom.  You better 
not be infected."

I smiled at her spunk.  "I'm clean," I muttered, 
pulling my wallet out.  

I pulled out three one hundred dollar bills and held 
them out.  She snatched them from me like I was going 
to pull them back.  I smiled and said, "Come on, I'll 
take you back."

She frowned.  

"Would you rather I called a cab?"

"You pay for cab?" she asked.

"Yes," I said blandly.

"Okay, call cab.  I never want to see you again."

I smiled and walked to the phone, dialing for a cab.  
She left to go wait at the curb.  I peeled my clothes 
off and took another shower. 

I was about to crawl into bed naked when there was a 
knock on my door.  "Fuck," I muttered, pulling my 
jeans back on.  I didn't even bother to button or zip 
them.

I answered the door and there stood the old man.

"It's fucking midnight.  What do you want?" I asked 
angrily.

"Did you get the cameras installed?"

"Of course I did.  It was a snap.  You know these 
Feds.  For as smart as they are, they suck with 
security on their own places."

He nodded and strolled into the room, looking at the 
monitors.  Infrared lighting showed shadows in the 
room.  He peered at one of the monitors.

"Is he alone?" he asked, unable to tell from the 
darkened picture.

I smiled.  "Nope.  I think we found our leverage 
already."

The old man smiled.  "Really?"

I grinned.  "Really.  Wait 'til I play the tape for 
you.  I bet it even gets your old stick going."

"Fuck you," he snapped.

I laughed at him, unable to help myself. 

"Give me the tape," he demanded.

"I have four cameras.  Give me 'til tomorrow 
afternoon and I'll have them all spliced together."

He huffed and looked at me.  "All right.  Don't leave 
anything out."

"I won't."

"Do you know who she is?"

"Nanami, tiny oriental girl, I think.  All the Asians 
look alike to me, so I'm not sure, but I think she's 
Japanese."

"Nanami is a Japanese name," he informed me.

I shrugged.  "How the fuck would I know?  No last 
name yet, though."

"Not unusual."

"What do you mean?"

"Lots of men that served in Viet Nam developed a 
taste for Asian women."

"Oh, that's makes sense.  I didn't think of that."

"That's why you work for me and not the other way 
around," he said snidely.

"Fuck you," I said again, for lack of something 
better.

"Keep an eye on it.  We need that name.  Then I can 
check her out."

"You got it.  I can always get there early and follow 
her."

He was quiet for a moment and said, "Only if you're 
very discreet.  Any hint you might be seen, take off.  
I don't want to blow it this early."

"You got it," I said again.  I was impatient now.  
"I'm fucking tired.  Can you let me get some sleep?  
It's been a long day."

He chuckled at me.  "Do you ever stop bitching?" he 
asked.

I gave him my blankest face.  

He shook his head and strode out the door.  "I'll be 
by tomorrow afternoon," he said over his shoulder.

I closed the door wondering why that sounded like a 
warning.  I set my alarm for five AM, and crawled 
into bed.  No rest for the weary.  Tomorrow was going 
to be a long day too.

XXXXXXXXXX
ARLINGTON ART'S CENTER
WILSON BOULEVARD
ARLINGTON, VA
TUESDAY MORNING - 8:00 AM

I had gotten up early, showered, dressed in clothes I 
now left at Walter's apartment, and headed off to 
work, catching a cab since my car was at my work.  
I'd taken a cab to the Hoover to meet him for lunch 
yesterday, knowing we would end up in his car and 
back at his place when we were through.
 
This morning, I stopped and got a coffee and a pastry 
at the local coffee shop down the street from his 
apartment and then hailed a cab.  I made one other 
stop at a deli to pick up something for lunch. 

For some reason, I couldn't shake the feeling that I 
was being watched.  I kept looking over my shoulder, 
only to find that no one was there.  I walked briskly 
up the sidewalk and was nearly trotting by the time I 
reached the door to the Art's Center.

The feeling went away and I convinced myself that I 
was just being paranoid.  Then again, it wasn't out 
of the realm of possibility that my father was having 
me followed.  We seemed to have resolved things on my 
latest trip to Connecticut.  I hadn't just met with 
Kenichi.  My father had made another trip to visit 
and meet with us.  He was resigned to our living a 
life here in the States, even though he didn't like 
it.  He had expressed some concern about our uncle 
and possible repercussions should the FBI go after 
his investments here in the States.

I didn't see how I had anything to do with that, and 
even if I did, what I could possibly do about it.  I 
hadn't told Walter about that discussion.  He was 
already overprotective at times.  Since our 
discussion about safety and his feeling I might be 
with him purely to feel safe, I was loath to voice my 
concerns to him.

I wanted to prove that I could take care of myself 
and soothe his worries.  Telling him I thought I was 
being followed with no evidence to back that up would 
only send him into a tailspin.

I ate my pastry and drank my coffee as I went over 
the accounting sheets from the day before.  Getting 
the FBI job to decorate the conference rooms was a 
feather in my cap.  The owner of the Center was very 
pleased with me right now.  He didn't need to know I 
was dating an Assistant Director, and I didn't intend 
to tell him.

A knock came on the door to my office and I wiped my 
mouth hastily on a napkin and called, "Come in."

The door swung open and a man stood there.  He was 
average height, with brown hair and green eyes.  Good 
looking if that was your type.  He seemed fit, and 
was wearing a suit.  

"Can I help you?" I asked, standing behind my desk.

He smiled at me and something about it didn't reach 
his eyes.  I clamped down on a shiver that raced up 
my spine.  I was instantly on alert for no particular 
reason.

Over the years, however, I'd learned to trust my gut 
feelings.  I didn't exactly have the sight, but 
sometimes I just knew things.  One thing I was sure 
of was that this man was trouble.  I came around in 
front of my desk.

"Are you Nanami?" he asked.

I nodded.  "I'm the curator here, yes.  Can I help 
you?"

"What's your last name?" he asked.

I was on guard but there was no reason not to tell 
him.  "Akaki," I said slowly.

He nodded and stuck out his hand.  I shook it, 
noticing that the left one had a glove on it.  The 
one I had shaken did not.  I found that odd but 
didn't mention it.  I turned and picked up a card 
from the little holder on the front of my desk.

I turned and handed it to him.  He took it, smiling 
again, his eyes glancing over it.  "Thank you.  I 
wanted to know if the paintings on display are for 
sale?"

"Depends on which ones," I said.  "Some are simply 
for display by the artist on a tour, others are for 
sale.  If it's for sale, there will be a price marker 
on the small stand in front of the painting."

"Oh, that makes sense.  Well, thanks for your time."

I nodded.  "No problem.  If you wish to purchase, 
just ask any employee.  Anyone can assist you."

"Thanks again," he said, smiling a bit like a snake.

"Have a nice day," I said firmly, obviously 
dismissing him. 

He left and I blew air out of pursed lips.  I closed 
my office door and this time I locked it.  Was I 
being paranoid?  No, there was something wrong with 
that man and I knew it.  It was nothing obvious.  
Perhaps his left hand had a horrible scar or 
something.  Why else would you pull the Michael 
Jackson trick with one glove? I wondered.

The rest of my day sped by and I couldn't wait to get 
out of work and go home.  Walter was coming to my 
place.  It was my turn to cook dinner.  

XXXXXXXXXX

I entered the apartment and found the old man sitting 
in my recliner, smoking as usual.  I waved my hand in 
front of my face to clear the air.  "It stinks in 
here," I said.

"Greetings to you, too," he replied sarcastically.

"What do you want?"

"I came to get my tape."

I pointed to the TV in the back corner of the room.  
"It's over there on the TV."

He swiveled and looked, then stood and went to the 
TV, picking up the VHS tape.  "Where have you been?"

I smiled and pulled the business card out of the 
inside pocket in my suit jacket.  I held it out to 
him and made him come to me to get it.  I was getting 
tired of his uppity attitude.

He approached and snatched the card away from me.  
When he read it, he smiled.  "Good work," he said.

"Easy."

"Did she see you?" he asked.

I almost hesitated but blurted out, "No, I'm good."

He rolled his eyes.  "Very well, I'll let you know 
what I find out."

"Do we need a tail on her to figure out her routine?"

"Not yet.  I'll keep you posted."

"Right."

He left without saying good-bye, not that he ever 
did.  I sighed deeply.  She had been even prettier in 
person.  Christ, Skinner was a lucky man.  For some 
reason, this whole thing was bothering me.  Despite 
my philosophy of the ends justifies the means, I was 
tired of dragging innocent people into the old man's 
schemes.  

He was convinced Skinner had information somewhere on 
the rubbings from the UFO.  He wanted them 
desperately.  He was dying and I think the dumb fuck 
thought the cure lay in those rubbings.  He was 
really tight lipped this time about exactly what he 
wanted and why.

Bottom line was that I knew I was never going to be a 
choirboy.  On the other hand, I wasn't comfortable 
with being a complete bastard either.  I did have 
some morals; they were just different from most 
people.  Honor among thieves and all that.

I wanted out.  I was sick of being ordered around.  
What else would I do though?  The Bureau sure as hell 
wouldn't take me with a bum hand, even if they knew 
nothing of my escapades, which they did.  I sighed.  
I didn't have many talents that would fit into 
mainstream society.

I just wished somehow I could use my skills for the 
other side.  Maybe I could, but I would need a lot of 
help.  Convincing the right people to help me would 
be the hardest thing.  Then again, I did have some 
pretty valuable information on the old man.  I knew 
they wanted him.  That could work, I thought.

Maybe it was time to pay Mulder another visit.  I 
could use him as a go-between.


XXXXXXXXXX
PART 5 (PG-13)
NANAMI'S APARTMENT
NORMANY HOUSE APTS
1701 N. KENT STREET
ARLINGTON, VA 
TUESDAY EVENING

He used his key and sauntered into the kitchen.  
"Honey, I'm home!" he joked.

I chuckled and continued to stir the vegetables in 
the wok.  "How was your day?"

"Good.  Yours?" he asked.

"All right."

"Just all right?" he prodded.

I lifted the wok and dumped the vegetables into a 
bowl.  I set it on the table and he went to get 
himself a drink.  He emerged from my fridge with a 
carton of orange juice, and snagged a glass from the 
cupboard.  

We sat down to eat and he repeated his question.  
"Just all right?"

I sighed.  "Nothing bad, just something that bothered 
me."

"What?"

"You'll think it's silly."

"No I won't."

"A strange man came into my office today."

"Strange how?"

"That's the part that's silly.  Outwardly there was 
nothing wrong with him.  He was late thirties or 
early forties, brown hair, green eyes.  He asked 
about paintings being for sale."

Walter was peering at me as I resumed eating.  He 
took a few more bites of the stir-fry and then said, 
"So what bothered you about him?"

"I don't know.  Bad vibes."

He smiled.  "Bad vibes?"

"See, I told you that you would think it was silly."

He lost the smile.  "No, not necessarily.  I've made 
enemies Nan.  I always take this stuff seriously.  
Explain it to me."

"You know how you meet someone, and sometimes they 
just rub you the wrong way?"

"Yes.  Was he rude?"

"No, that's the thing.  He was very polite, almost 
too polite, if you know what I mean?"

"You mean he seemed fake or phony?"

"Yes!  Exactly.  The way he smiled was like a snake."

The corners of his mouth twitched again, but I knew 
he wasn't teasing me.  He was merely amused with my 
description.  "Snake oil salesman?" he offered.

I nodded.  "Yeah, but he wasn't selling anything.  
You know, now that I think about it, he asked me if I 
was Nanami.  I told him yes, and then he asked my 
last name.  I gave him a card."

Walter sat up straighter in his chair.  "How did he 
know your first name?"

"I don't know.  It's not on my office door but he 
could have asked any employee who the curator was and 
they would have said Nanami."

"Maybe.  Anything else about him?  Any scars, 
tattoos, anything like that?"

"One weird thing.  He wore a glove like Michael 
Jackson, only it was black leather."

Walter frowned now.  "With the fingers cut out?" he 
asked.

"No, a full glove, but only on one hand.  It was the 
left one I'm sure because I shook the right one.  I 
thought it was weird.  I just figured maybe he'd 
removed the other one to shake my hand, or maybe he 
had some disfigurement or something," I said quietly.

Walter had gone still.  I looked at him again and 
said, "What?"

"Brown hair, green eyes, wore a black leather glove 
on his left hand?"

"Yes, I said that."

"Shit," he muttered.

"What?  You know this man?"

"I might.  If I showed you a picture, would you 
recognize him again?"

"Yes, I'm very good with faces."

He stood up and went to the phone and dialed.  I 
didn't question him.  Even though nothing bad had 
happened, this man, coupled with my feeling of being 
followed, was setting all my senses on alert.

I listened while he turned to me and waited.  I stood 
and went under his free arm.  He hugged me to his 
side.  "Mulder, it's Skinner."

There was a pause and he said, "Do you have any 
pictures of Krycek in the X-files?"  He paused again.  
"Can you bring one over to Nanami's place?"

His hand dropped from my shoulder and he frowned.  
"Grab one and get over here, Mulder.  I don't like 
this."  Another pause.  "I think he paid her a visit 
today."

He nodded.  "Yeah, thanks," he said and hung up.  

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Let's go in the living room," he suggested.

I followed him in and he sank onto the couch, 
motioning me to get into his lap.  I slid onto his 
legs sideways and dangled my legs over his thighs, 
kicking off my shoes.  "Tell me," I said.  

He frowned.

"Walter, if there is something to be on guard about 
here, I need to know.  I will be cautious if there 
is.  Don't protect me."

"I can't help it."

"I mean don't hold back information.  That can be 
worse.  I can't stand not knowing."

He held my gaze for a few seconds and then sighed 
deeply.  "There's a man named Alex Krycek.  He used 
to be an FBI agent, but it turns out that he was sort 
of a double agent."

"A spy?"

"Sort of, but not for another government, for our 
own."

I gave him a questioning look.  "I don't get it," I 
said plainly.

He chuckled.  "Well, join the club.  The thing is 
there's too much to explain in one sitting.  Suffice 
it to say that there was a faction of the government 
that was involved in shady dealings, illegal medical 
experiments on humans."

"Nasty stuff," I commented.

He nodded.  "Very nasty."

"This Krycek worked for them?"

"Yes, we called them the Consortium.  I think they 
called themselves that.  It gets weirder.  Some of 
their experiments were with alien DNA."

Now I raised both eyebrows and smiled.  "You're 
serious?"

"As a heart attack," he replied.

"You're telling me Area 51 and Roswell aren't just 
bunk," I teased.

He smiled.  "I'm afraid not."

"Shit," I cursed.

"Shit is right.  Mulder is going to get Scully and 
they are going to swing by the office and get a 
picture of Krycek from one of their files.  I want 
you to look at it and tell me if it's the man you 
saw.  If it wasn't, we'll go from there.  If it was, 
we may have a serious problem."

"Why would he come see me?  I don't work for the 
government."

He swallowed and looked at me guiltily.  "Nanami, it 
wouldn't be the first time these people went after 
family members of FBI agents to get something."

I gasped.  "You mean they want something from you?"

"It's possible.  Let's find out if it was Krycek that 
paid you a visit first."

I nodded.  We were silent for a few moments and then 
I leaned down and kissed him softly.  "Don't worry.  
We'll figure it out."

"I just hope we do before something happens.  God, 
Nanami, if something happened to you, I would never 
forgive myself," he said passionately.

I kissed his forehead and laid my cheek against his.  
"Don't invite disaster, Walter.  One step at a time."

He nodded and scowled.

I slid off his lap.  "If Mulder and Scully are 
coming, I'll start a pot of coffee."

"Good idea," he said.

XXXXXXXXXX

Mulder and Scully arrived in record time and I 
ushered them.  I called to Nanami in the kitchen 
where she was cleaning up from our dinner.  "Nan, 
leave the dishes.  Mulder and Scully are here."

She appeared, wiping her hands on a towel and came 
into the living room.  She smiled at them.  "Hello," 
she greeted them.

They both smiled at her.  "Hi, Nanami," Scully said.  
"It's good to see you again."

"You want coffee?" she asked.

Mulder and Scully both nodded and she left to get the 
coffee.  I motioned them to the couch and they sat 
down.  Mulder had a manila folder in his hand.  I sat 
in the chair on the opposite side of the coffee table 
and held out my hand.  He passed it to me and I 
opened it.  He had three pictures of Krycek.  One was 
his official 8 X 10 taken for his ID for the FBI, a 
full frontal as it were.  The other two were photos 
taken in the field.  One was a profile, and another 
was a three-quarter view.  I nodded my approval and 
we waited for Nanami to reappear.

She came in carrying a tray with mugs, coffee pot, 
sugar and a creamer.  She sat it down on the coffee 
table and came to stand next to me. 

As Mulder and Scully fixed their coffee, I handed her 
the folder.  She looked at each photo carefully for a 
few seconds and then went to the next.  I watched her 
face carefully.

She pressed her lips together and swallowed hard.  
She flapped the file closed and handed it back to me.  
"That's him."

"You're sure?" I asked.

"Positive."

"Well, shit," Mulder uttered.  

Nan sat in the chair next to mine and quietly made 
her coffee.  Finally, she broke the silence.  "I 
don't know what this means."

Mulder cleared his throat.  "We don't either.  
However, I don't think it's a coincidence that he 
paid me a visit today too."

Her head snapped up and stared at him.  Scully was 
nodding confirmation.  "What did he say?" Nanami 
asked.

"He said he has information for us, meaning me and 
Scully."

"Information about what?" I asked.

"He says he's tired of working for the old man and he 
can give us lots of valuable information on him in 
exchange for protection and an identity change and a 
job."

"He'll never get a job in the Bureau," I growled.  
"Not as long as I'm there."

Scully responded.  "He knows that.  He told Mulder he 
wouldn't mind using his skills for the 'good guys', 
quote, unquote, but he didn't think that was 
possible.  He would settle for a job doing anything 
that he could make a living at and be anonymous."

I scowled.  "People don't leave the Consortium," I 
declared the obvious.

Scully shrugged.  "Not without consequences, no."

Mulder said, "Like Diana's consequences."

Scully made a face.  I knew that name still bothered 
her but she was too much of a lady to speak ill of 
the dead.  "My point, exactly," I responded.  I tried 
to take all this in.  "Do you trust him?" I asked 
Mulder.

"About as far as I can throw him," Mulder replied.

"What did you tell him?" I asked.

"I told him I had to talk to you and Scully and I 
would get back to him."

"Did he give you a contact?"

"No, of course not.  He said he would be in touch."

I growled in frustration.  "What the fuck is he 
visiting Nanami for?"

She frowned and looked at the floor.  I knew my anger 
upset her but I couldn't help it.  

Scully suggested, "Maybe it was his version of a 
warning.  I know who she is, so help me, or else?"

"There's a cheery thought," Mulder mumbled.

"I don't like this.  We haven't hidden our 
relationship, but until yesterday, we hadn't flaunted 
it either.  How the hell did he even know I had a 
girlfriend, much less where to find her?"

Mulder's eyes widened and he pulled out his cell 
phone.  I watched him curiously but didn't question 
him.  He looked like he was having what I called a 
'Mulder Moment'.  

It was this odd look he got on his face when his 
brain spun and some puzzle piece fell into place.  
I'd learned to let him run with it and not try to 
catch up.  When he could tell us, he would.

Scully seemed to realize it also and she sat forward 
on her chair, staring at him.

Whoever he was calling answered.  "I need your help," 
he said, without preamble.  "Normandy House Apts., # 
102, 1701 North Kent Street."  He paused.  "Yeah, 
Arlington.  Bring the sniffers." 

He hung up and I sat forward.  "Who were you calling?  
I don't want just anyone knowing where she lives, 
Mulder!" I practically yelled at him.

He gave me a bland look.  "I called the Gunmen."

"Oh Christ!" I said, slapping my hands on my knees.

Scully broke in.  "Sir, they have the equipment to 
check this place out.  They are paranoid beyond 
belief, but that serves you well.  They don't blab 
anything to anybody.  They're strange, but we can 
trust them."

"You're sure?" I asked.

"Positive," she stated firmly. 

Well, if Scully trusted them, I couldn't argue.  I 
was slightly ashamed to say it, but I trusted her 
judgment more than I trusted Mulder's when it came to 
this sort of thing.


XXXXXXXXXX 
PART 6 (R)
NANAMI'S APARTMENT
NORMANY HOUSE APTS
1701 N. KENT STREET
ARLINGTON, VA 

The Gunmen arrived a half hour later.  They went 
through the place, poking into every corner as we 
followed them around.  I didn't want them sifting 
through her underwear drawer or anything.

When they were done, we gathered in the living room.  
Frohike announced, "The place is clean, Mulder."

"Shit," Mulder responded.

Eloquently put, I thought.  We all stood there for a 
moment and Nanami said, "Thank you, gentlemen for 
coming.  I really appreciate it."

They all beamed at her, captivated by her about five 
minutes after they arrived.  I think Langley even 
blushed.  "You're most welcome," Byers replied to 
her.

I rolled my eyes and Mulder chuckled.  He looked at 
Frohike, pointed a finger at him and said, "Behave."

The little man put a hand to his chest as if wounded.  
"Moi?" he asked.

Mulder grinned at him.  "You're hopeless."

A thought occurred to me.  "Crap, it's obvious," I 
said.

"What?" Mulder asked.

"My place."  I turned to the Gunmen.  "Any way you 
can check out my place too?"

Frohike said, "Sure, no problem.  Want us to go over 
there now?"

"Yes.  I'll go with you."  Nanami stood up and I 
said, "No, you stay here, Nan."

She scowled at me.  Scully said, "I'll stay here with 
Nan while you boys go check things out."

"I don't need a fucking body guard, Walter!" she 
nearly shouted at me, her hands on her hips.

This seemed to amuse everyone but me and they were 
all stifling chuckles.  I leaned down into her face 
and said, "Nan, we know this place isn't bugged.  
You're safe here for now.  A very bad man visited you 
today.  I can't stress enough how dangerous he is."

She stuck out her bottom lip.  "How dangerous?" she 
asked indignantly.

I swallowed.  "He's an assassin, Nan, among other 
things."

She gasped.  "Damn it!" she cried, and nearly stomped 
her foot.

I could see everyone pressing his or her lips 
together behind her, trying not to laugh.  They 
weren't laughing at her.  They were amused that this 
little thing was standing up to me.  

I cupped her face gently.  "I know you can take care 
of yourself, Nan, but this is bigger than us, okay?  
Humor me until we figure out what's going on.  
Please."

She relaxed and huffed.  I dropped my hands and she 
finally nodded.  "Okay," she said softly.

I smiled gently at her, my eyes darting to the 
others.  Oh fuck it, I thought.  I bent down, putting 
my hands on her shoulders and kissed her softly.  "I 
love you, Nan.  Please understand.  I need to know 
you're safe."

She blushed slightly and nodded again, crossing her 
arms over her chest.  "Go.  The quicker you go, the 
quicker you come back."

"Right."

"You will come back tonight, right?" she asked.

"I promise," I said and leaned down, quickly kissing 
her forehead.

I stepped around her and saw Mulder and the guys 
waiting by the door.  They were all smirking at me.  
As Mulder opened the door, I glared at them.  "One 
word, and you're all dead."

They all just laughed at me as we went out the door.  
Nanami Akaki was hell on my macho image.

XXXXXXXXX

WALTER SKINNER'S APARTMENT 
COLUMBIA HEIGHTS APARTMENTS 
815 S GREENBRIER STREET 
ARLINGTON, VA 
10:00 PM

It was getting late and I felt drained.  I stared 
morosely at the shoebox on my kitchen counter.  It 
held four tiny cameras and an radio frequency 
transmitter, all found in my bedroom.

Four bugs, two in my living room, one in my kitchen, 
one in my bathroom, were also found.  I swallowed 
hard.  "I can't even tell you how angry I am right 
now," I said, trying to keep my voice even.

"I don't blame you, dude," Langley said.

"That's A.D. Dude to you," Mulder quipped, trying to 
lighten the mood.

They all laughed.  Even I couldn't help smirking.  
"Any chance of figuring out where this shit came 
from?"

"Not here," Frohike said.  "We need to take that 
transmitter back and hook it up to some other 
equipment.  Through that, we might find the frequency 
it was transmitting on."

"What are the chances of finding out where it's 
transmitting to?" I asked.

"Slim to none," Byers answered.

"Why do I have an urge to check out every rented 
apartment within a five mile radius?" I asked, 
sounding sarcastic.

Byers said, "Well, I don't know.  Because I can tell 
you that this transmitter only has about a six or 
seven block range, maximum."

Mulder raised his eyebrows.  "That might narrow it 
down."

"It would still take forever," I sighed.

"Maybe not," Mulder said.  "What if we checked out 
the local rental agencies and figured out what had 
been rented out in the last month within a six block 
radius of this building.  Shouldn't be too hard."

"We have no just cause," I said.

Mulder grinned.  "That's never stood in my way 
before," he replied glibly.

I gave him my most irritated look.  "You're not 
supposed to admit that to me, Mulder," I said 
testily.

The cocky son-of-a-bitch just laughed.  "You'd be 
surprised how far a badge can take you."

"Mulder," I warned.

He smiled innocently and blinked his eyes.  "What?"

The Gunmen were watching the exchange with intense 
interest.  "I don't like abusing my badge," I said.

Mulder shrugged.  "Ah, but it doesn't bother me."

"Mulder, Jesus Christ!"

He sighed.  "Look, we're not dealing with people that 
play by the fucking rules!" he hollered, waving his 
hand at the box full of bugs and cameras.  "You play 
by the rules, Sir, and they'll run you right the fuck 
over!  If you wanted to take your chances, I'd say go 
for it, it's your ass, but this isn't just about 
you," he reminded me.

I felt a lump form in my throat.  "No, it's not," I 
admitted.  "If he ever hurt her, I'd kill him with my 
bare hands," I growled. 

The Gunmen actually each took a step back.  Mulder 
held his ground and nodded.  "Now you know how I feel 
about Scully."

I nodded.  "All right, do what you have to do, 
Mulder.  I can't be seen on the street with this.  
I'm not leaving her side until we figure this out.  
If he contacts you again, you set up a meet and you 
better tell me so I can be there."

Mulder nodded.  "She won't like it."

Frohike said, "Yes, I believe she loudly proclaimed 
her lack of need for a body guard."

I scowled at him.  "Tough shit.  Like it or not, I'm 
gonna be her fucking shadow."

Mulder reached out and squeezed my shoulder, trying 
to reassure me.  "We'll figure it out.  If Krycek 
wanted us gone, he could have done it a long time 
ago."

I swallowed.  "That doesn't help right now," I 
declared.

Mulder nodded.  "I know.  Let me get on this first 
thing in the morning."

Byers said, "By then, we'll have a frequency.  We 
could check out the sources we have that sell this 
equipment and see if any recent purchases were made."

"This isn't government issue?" I asked them, feeling 
like a jerk that they would know more about what the 
FBI used for surveillance than I did.

Frohike shook his head.  "Not this time.  This is 
pretty basic stuff.  It's newer, smaller, but its 
nothing horribly high-tech.  The problem is, we don't 
know how long its been here."

"Or what they saw," Mulder said.

I looked at the ground.  "Fuck," I muttered.

"That's probably what they saw," Langley commented in 
a bland voice.  I scowled at him and he held up his 
hands.  "Just saying."  

"You think I don't know that?" I barked.

"Let's go back.  I need to pick up Scully.  You need 
to be with Nanami.  Guys, call me as soon as you know 
something.  I don't care what time it is."

Frohike picked up the box.  They saluted and headed 
for the door.  "You got it," Frohike said over his 
shoulder.  They were gone several moments and a 
silence fell in my kitchen.

Mulder asked, "How bad?"

I bit my bottom lip.  "Bad."

"Top of the covers or under?" he asked quietly.

I looked at the floor.  "On top."

"Shit," he said softly.

"If a film of that turns up somewhere, like say, the 
internet, I'm finished," I whispered.

Mulder nodded.  "Let's find the bastard.  Shouldn't 
be too hard.  He's looking for us."

I nodded.  "Let's get out of here."

XXXXXXXXXX

NANAMI'S APARTMENT
NORMANY HOUSE APTS
1701 N. KENT STREET
ARLINGTON, VA 
11:00 AM

I was nearly stumbling by the time we got back to 
Nan's apartment.  It had been a long day, but the 
anger and emotions that had rushed through me had 
exhausted me more than anything.

We said good night to Mulder and Scully.  I thanked 
her for staying with Nan.  She waved me off like it 
was nothing.  They left and I stood in the living 
room, clasping her to my chest.

"What did you find?" she asked.

"Cameras, bugs, RF transmitters," I said quietly.

"Not good," she said in the understatement of the 
year.

"No, not good at all."

"Camera in the bedroom?" she asked.

"Yes," I croaked out.

"Well, whoever was watching has no doubt of your 
prowess now," she said blandly.

I burst out laughing.  I couldn't help it.  She 
peered up at me, grinning, showing her dimples.  
"You're amazing," I said as my chuckles died down.

She shrugged.  "I try not to worry about things I 
can't change."

"Wish I could say the same."

"I'll work on teaching you," she said.

"You do that."

"Wanna fuck?" she asked suddenly.

I barked out a huff of laughter.  "I'm tired."

"I'll do the work," she offered.

I grinned down at her.  "Only if we stay under the 
covers," I bargained.

"No cameras here," she reminded me.

"Let's not take any chances," I said.

She nodded and took me by the hand.  I followed her 
like a whipped puppy.  I was scared.  What would I do 
if they hurt her?  If they took her away from me?  I 
didn't even want to think about it.

We undressed quickly and slid under the covers.  I 
lay on my back as she went down on me until I was 
groaning and bucking into her hot, wet mouth.

Then she slid up and straddled me, lining me up and 
sliding down over me.  She rode me slowly sliding up 
and almost off of me to tease me with her breasts 
when I moved to sit up against the headboard.  We 
engaged in long, slow, deep, wet kisses and I 
couldn't believe she was here with me, still.  I 
whispered, "God, I love you so much, Nanami."

She smiled softly.  "I love you too, Walter.  We'll 
be okay.  I know it."

I kissed her, unwilling to argue about it when I was 
buried inside her.  I hugged her to me tightly as she 
rotated her hips and when I felt her insides shudder 
around me, I let go and came deep inside her, riding 
out the hard, drawn-out pulses of my shaft.

She laid her cheek on my chest and kissed my 
breastbone.  She snuggled in, not releasing me from 
her body.  I slid down to recline on the bed and 
sighed in contentment, feeling sleep steal over me.  
My last thought was, 'God, let me keep her safe.'



PART 7 (PG-13)
HOOVER BUILDING
BASEMENT X-FILES OFFICE
WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON
3:00 PM

He had called Mulder and left a message that he would 
call him at work at 3:00 PM today.  True to his word, 
the phone rang at 3:00 PM on the dot.  We were 
waiting and Mulder hit the speakerphone button.

"Mulder," the slick voice slid into the room.

"Krycek," he acknowledged.

"Why am I on speaker?" he asked, hearing the echo 
quality that always happened on speaker.

"Scully is here.  Whatever you have to say, she can 
hear it too."

"I agree," he said.

"Cut to the chase, Krycek.  What have you got?"

"You want old Smokey?" he asked.

Mulder stayed silent and held his finger to his lips.

"No?  Or not enough?"

"What would I do with him if I had him?" Mulder 
inquired.

Krycek laughed.  "Oh, you're funny, Mulder.  I have 
enough evidence against him, tapes and such for you 
to be able to prosecute him.  You'd need the best 
lawyers in the Bureau, but you might even be able to 
put him away."

"He wouldn't stick around for a trial," Mulder 
countered.

"Not if he had a choice, no.  If he's in a cell, he 
wouldn't really have a choice though, would he?"

"You have enough to indict him?"

"On a list of Federal charges as long as your arm, 
Mulder."

"You'd have to tell me what the evidence was," Mulder 
said.

"Not over the phone.  You know better than that," he 
scolded.

"Fine, meet me somewhere."

"We'll get to that.  I need your assurances that you 
will help me get away."

"If you're evidence is as good as you say, you'll 
have my help, Scully's, and probably even Walter 
Skinner's," he promised, bringing my name up for the 
first time.

"Mmm, Walter," he said cryptically.

"There are a couple other things I'd need from you.  
Call it a gesture of good faith on your part," Mulder 
began.

"What would that be?  Evidence to indict old Smokey 
isn't enough?"

"Nope."

"What do you want?"

I clenched my fists and Mulder looked at me.  He 
tilted his head in warning.  I wanted to blast the 
motherfucker but I bit my lip instead.

Mulder replied, "Every fucking inch of footage, and 
every word on tape that you've taken from Skinner's 
apartment," he said casually.

Krycek laughed and I sneered, digging my nails into 
my palms.  "You know about that, do you?"

Mulder didn't say anything.

"All right.  I can do that.  Smokey has one tape, but 
I can get it back from him."

"You sure about that?" Mulder asked.

"I'm sure."

"No copies, Alex," he warned.

"Cross my heart," he said.  "Too bad though."

"Why's that?"

"Old boy put on quite a show.  I didn't know he had 
it in him."

I felt the blush creep up my neck.  Scully looked at 
the floor respectfully.  The blush was embarrassment, 
but it was also anger.  If I ever saw him, I might 
just have to strangle him, regardless of any promises 
Mulder made him.

"I'm sure there's lots of things you don't know about 
Skinner," Mulder said after a beat or two.

"Not much I don't know now," Krycek said, and he 
laughed again.

I nearly growled but managed to keep it in.  I 
breathed hard instead, trying to tamp down my anger.

"You're a sick fuck, Krycek," Mulder replied.

"Maybe," he said casually, clearly not bothered by 
Mulder's pronouncement.  "Man, how'd the old cue ball 
snag that little hottie, anyway?" he asked.

"None of your business, Krycek."

"Well, maybe it's the equipment," he said, sounding 
contemplative.  "You should see the size of that 
thing."

"Shut the fuck up, Krycek.  I'm in no mood for your 
sick little mind games."

"Why is it a mind game?  I thought we were having a 
nice conversation.  Unless," he broke off.  "Is the 
Skin man there?"  He paused.  "Are you there, Walt?"

I bit my lip so hard I thought it would bleed.  "No," 
Mulder said.  "Frankly though, I really don't give a 
shit how big his pecker is, Alex.  Maybe that's your 
flavor, but not mine," Mulder said.

I was vaguely appalled but knew Mulder was trying to 
play along and not get him suspicious.  Krycek 
laughed.  "Touché, Foxaroo.  All right, no more 
details on Walt.  Look, do we have a deal?"

"Do we?" Mulder asked.

"Yes.  I'll get the cassettes and the VHS tapes.  No 
problem."

"One more thing," Mulder said.

Scully and I both looked at him, not knowing what he 
was going to say.

"What now?" he asked, staring to sound irritated.

"We find out you've been anywhere near Nanami, and 
the deal's off."

He was silent for a while.  "Okay.  I can do that."

"No visits to the Arts Center.  No visits to her 
home.  No following her around."  

I raised my eyebrows.  We only knew about a visit to 
the Center.  What was Mulder doing?

"Damn, Mulder.  Sometimes I don't give you enough 
credit, you know that?"

"I'm sure of it," Mulder replied.

Krycek chuckled again.  "How did you know I followed 
her?"

My mouth dropped open.  Mulder nodded, obviously 
proud of himself.  Slick, Mulder, very slick, I 
thought.  "I'm not as dumb as I look," he said 
casually.

Krycek just chuckled.  "Guess not.  It's a deal.  I 
won't bother her.  I don't like dragging innocents in 
anyway."

"Yeah, I believe that."

"I don't.  I was under orders, Mulder."

"Yeah, well, see that you stop taking orders.  If 
you're playing both sides, Alex, this won't work."  
He paused.  "And I'll know.  Remember, I'm not as 
dumb as I look."

There was silence for a few long moments and then 
Alex said, "I won't underestimate you.  I've made 
that mistake before.  It won't happen again."

"Make sure that it doesn't," Scully spoke for the 
first time.  "In a battle of the wits, Alex, you'll 
lose."

"Believe or not ... I know that," he said.  There was 
another pause.  "Give me until Friday.  Meet me in 
Alexandria."

I shook my head.

Mulder said, "No, Arlington."

Another pause.  "All right, where?"

Mulder smiled at me.  "How about at your place?"

"My place?" he asked innocently.

"850 S. Greenbrier Street," Mulder replied.

A long, low whistle came over the line.  "Fuck, you 
are good," he blurted out.

"They didn't give me a badge for nothin'," Mulder 
said.

"Fuck.  All right, yeah.  Come to my place," he said 
jauntily.

"What time on Friday?"

"Is 3:00 PM too early?" he asked.

"Whenever you want," Mulder said.  "We'll be there."

"Okay, at three then.  See you then."  He hung up 
abruptly.

I let out the breath I'd been holding.  "I could 
strangle that motherfucker!" I shouted.

"Easy," Scully said.

"I assume you're coming with us on Friday?" Mulder 
asked.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world," I said.

"Is that a good idea?" Scully asked gently.

I stared at her.  "You're not keeping me away."

Mulder said, "Well, just wait until we have the 
evidence, tapes and cassettes in hand, okay?"

"Wait for what?" Scully said.

Mulder smiled at me.  "Before Skinner punches his 
lights out."

Scully rolled her eyes.  I smiled.

XXXXXXXXXX
ARLINGTON ART'S CENTER
WILSON BOULEVARD
ARLINGTON, VA

I didn't think Friday would ever get here.  I took 
three days off and went to work with Nan.  At first 
she was pissed, but then resigned herself to it and 
began teaching me about her job.  There was lot more 
to it than I realized.

She had me go through books of lithographs and prints 
picking out ones I might like.  She said if they went 
with any of the color schemes for the conference 
rooms, she would purchase them for us.

It was actually a fun reprieve from the office for 
me.  However, as Friday approached, I was jumpy and 
anxious.  We'd agreed to meet at my place first and 
then go over to the other apartment together.

At 2:30, I kissed Nanami good-bye and she wished me 
luck.  She'd tried to act as if nothing was happening 
all week, but I could see the little worry lines 
around her eyes and mouth.  There was nothing I could 
say at this point to make her feel better.

I hopped in the car and headed for home.

XXXXXXXXXX
850 S. GREENBRIER STREET 
ARLINGTON, VA

"You have the tape?" I asked him.

"Yes, but I'm unclear what you need it back for," he 
said, taking a long drag on his stinky cigarette.

I smiled.  He hated it when I was crass.  "I want to 
jerk off to it."

"Oh Jesus, Alex, have some class."

"You don't hire me for my class."

"Evidently not," he said, curling his lip at me.

"So can I have it or what?"

"Make me a copy," he sighed and slid it out of his 
trench coat, handing it to me.

I gave him my best impudent smile and said, "Thanks, 
Dad."

"Shut up, Alex," he barked, clearly disgusted.

"Well, unless you want to join me, I'll see you 
later," I said flippantly.

He snorted.  "No thanks.  Be a pervert all by 
yourself."

"I will, thanks."

He headed for the door and left without a backward 
glance.  The fact that he had asked me to make a copy 
was good.  It meant that he hadn't made one.  No 
time.  He'd only had it for a day.  That was a 
relief.  I really didn't want to have to lie to 
Mulder and tell him there were no copies if there 
were.  I was reasonably sure that there weren't and 
that was going to have to be good enough.

Almost there.  I looked down, embarrassed to find 
that my hand was trembling.  Shit, it was definitely 
time to get the hell out of Dodge.

XXXXXXXXXX
850 S. GREENBRIER STREET 
ARLINGTON, VA 
FRIDAY - 3:00 PM

We all took deep breaths and Mulder rapped on the 
door.  Scully and I stood to either side with our 
backs to the wall.  We didn't really suspect a trap, 
but with Krycek, anything was possible.  

We both had our hands on our weapons, but left them 
in the holsters.  The door opened and Krycek stood 
there.  He motioned Mulder in.  Mulder took a long 
stride across the threshold as Alex asked, "Where's 
Scully?"

She nodded at me and we both pivoted and went through 
the door, her first, me second.  I kicked the door 
shut with a bang.  I had the minor satisfaction of 
seeing him jump in reaction to the sound and take a 
step backwards, his hands in the air.

I glared at him but said nothing.  "No harm, no foul, 
right, Walter?" he said.

I just stared at him, not saying anything, trying to 
maintain my most placid face.  He swallowed harshly 
and said, "I have everything in a box over there.  
Have a seat."

We all entered the room and took chairs, eyeing the 
computer monitors on the table set up in a row.  They 
were turned off.  Without the cameras and 
transmitter, they were now useless.

He sat down in a chair that had a big cardboard box 
in front of it.  He pulled out an expandable red file 
and handed it to Scully.  He handed another to 
Mulder.  He hesitated, but then reached in and handed 
another to me.

We all sat silently and opened them and started 
reading through the papers inside.  Some were phone 
bills, which I assumed had numbers to significant 
people.  There were statements for offshore bank 
accounts, cassette tapes marked with the names of the 
people on them.  We would listen to them later.  

After a while we all looked up.  Alex pointed into 
the box and there were about ten video tapes in the 
bottom.  I spoke for the first time.  "Are mine in 
there?" I asked.

He nodded.  "There were only two.  First one has 
nothing, you sleeping."

"You better be telling the truth," I growled.

"I am.  I swear."  

He wouldn't look me in the eye.  "Look at me," I 
barked.

He raised his eyes slowly.  He blinked a couple of 
times and said, "I swear."

I nodded and pursed my lips.  He looked away.  

Scully said, "What's on the other tapes."

"Smokey meeting with people he shouldn't."

Mulder said, "We'll look at them and then we'll talk 
after we have a chance to go over all of this."

"What about your end of the bargain?  I can't hang 
around here after this."  He actually looked scared 
and it surprised me.  He was so cock-sure of himself 
all the other times I'd seen him.

Mulder said, "I haven't had a chance to arrange 
housing through the Bureau yet."

Krycek stuck his jaw out.  "You promised.  I can't 
hide here for long."

Mulder nodded.  "I own a cabin in Aspen, Colorado."

Krycek raised his eyebrows.  "And?"

Mulder canted up on one hip and drew some keys out 
his pocket.  He handed them to Krycek.  "Go there.  
Stay until I contact you.  The address is on the 
keychain."

Krycek nodded and I actually think his eyes got 
moist.  He swallowed and then took a couple deep 
breaths, blowing air out of pursed lips.  "Thanks, 
Mulder," he said, and he sounded sincere.

Mulder nodded.  "Don't trash the place, all right?"

Krycek smiled, but there was no mirth in it.  "I'm 
actually a neat freak."

"Why are you doing this?" I asked.

He looked at me for a long time and I didn't think he 
was going to answer.  Finally, he said, "I'm tired of 
being used."

"For your sake, I hope that's true," I replied.

"You still want to take me out, don't you?" he asked.

I nodded.  "I won't though.  Unlike you, I do have 
some impulse control."

He laughed then, an ugly sound, and looked right me.  
Then he said, "I'm sorry."

"Don't tell me, show me," I said.  "Don't ever let me 
find out that you've been less than perfectly honest 
here."

He nodded.  "You won't.  I'm risking my life to do 
this."

"Just 'cause you're tired of being used?" I asked.

"That and I want a life, a real life."

We packed things back into the box in silence.  
Mulder said, "It won't take long.  I'll call you in a 
couple of days and arrange to send you new papers.  
You'll have a new license, social security number, 
birth certificate and passport."

He nodded.  "Thanks."

Mulder nodded.  "Any name in particular you want.  I 
suggest not using a former alias."

The corners of his mouth turned up.  "Stepan 
Melninkus."

"Anyone I know?" Mulder asked.

"Stepan was my brother, he's dead.  Melninkus is my 
mother's maiden name."

"Russian?" Mulder asked.

"My father was.  My mother was a Lithuanian."

"You got it.  There's a phone at the cabin.  I know 
the number.  I'll contact you within a week.  Don't 
stray too far.  Do you need money to get out there?"

"No.  I'll clean out my bank accounts."

Mulder nodded.  "Good.  Erase Alex Krycek.  I mean 
it."

He nodded.  "He's already dead," he said with a note 
of finality.

We all stood.  Mulder hoisted the box up and we 
trailed out of the apartment and down the stairs.  We 
hurried into the car and pulled away.  I sighed, 
looking at the box on the seat beside us.  "I want to 
go pick up Nan.  It's almost five o'clock, she'll be 
getting out soon."

"I think she's safe now," Mulder said.

"I'm not taking any chances.  Smokey's still in town, 
obviously and even if Krycek is on the up and up, I 
don't want to get lazy until Krycek is gone."

Mulder nodded.  We went to my place so I could get my 
car.  I went back to the Arts Center to get Nan, 
leaving the precious box of evidence with Mulder and 
Scully.  Scully said she had a safe in her apartment 
where they would store it when they weren't going 
through it.  Once they had gone through it, they 
would copy everything and put the originals in a safe 
deposit box.

I wanted to let my guard down, but I knew that would 
be stupid.  For once, though, I was optimistic about 
the future.  Most of the Consortium was wiped out.  
If we could bring CGB Spender down and Alex Krycek 
disappeared, I felt like I might actually be able to 
live with a modicum of peace.

I'd never fully feel safe but I wanted Nanami to feel 
safe.  You just never knew who might be watching.

THE END.