TITLE: CHIPPOKE DORU AUTHOR: DONNILEE E-MAIL: DONNILEE@SNET.NET RATING: NC-17 CATEGORY: SK/O SPOILERS: NONE SUMMARY: Skinner meets a tiny doll and loses his heart. DISCLAIMER: All characters from the show, The X-Files, are the property of Chris Carter, Ten Thirteen Productions and Fox Broadcasting. THANKS: To my beta reader, FatCat who stepped up to the plate without so much as a whimper. She was FAST, too. Thank you, as usual for all your time and attention. XXXXXXXXXX ARLINGTON ART'S CENTER WILSON BOULEVARD ARLINGTON, VA Skinner was trying to drive through heavy traffic with one hand as he listened to Scully's voice on his cell phone, He pulled up in front of the Arlington Art's Center. [Sir, we really need you here. It's a freakin' madhouse.] "I just pulled up, Agent. I'll be in there in two minutes." [Oh good. Nanami is really shook up.] "Who the hell is Nanami?" [She's the curator. She was held at gunpoint. Somehow, she feels she failed her boss.] "I'm on my way." [We're in the office in the back.] The line went dead. Skinner looked at it for a second and then hit the END button, stuffing it into his inside jacket pocket. He exited the car and took the front stairs two at a time, extracting his I.D. He flashed his I.D. at the uniform that stood at the door, and was waved through. Agent Pelke spotted him and waved him over. "Sir," she addressed him. "Mulder and Scully?" She pointed toward the rear of the lobby. "Through that door, down the hall, second door on your right." "Thank you, Agent Pelke," he said quickly and strode away from her without a backward glance. Her partner, Sam Kreger looked at her and said, "He knows your Name? Is that a good thing, or a bad thing?" She chuckled. "I don't know. He's not my direct supervisor. I'm as surprised as you are that he knows my name. "How did the Spook Squad end up on this one?" "Several employees said the arts center was haunted." "Oh brother," he smirked. She shrugged. "They almost got him tonight, which is more than we can say. There's no doubt they kept that curator from being killed, so I have no complaints that they responded to the alarm." "You're right, I guess." "Hey, I know the rumors, but Mulder's all right. Yeah, he investigates the weird stuff, but that doesn't mean that he can't investigate a normal case. He's quite sharp, actually, and just because he gets called in, doesn't mean he believes every weird theory people come up with. "You mean he doesn't believe in ghosts?" Kreger scoffed. "I don't know. You'd have to ask him." With that, she turned and walked away, heading for the front door. Over her shoulder she said, "Come on. We have some canvassing to do. You coming, or am I riding this pony all by myself?" Casey Pelke asked. He chuckled. "I'm coming, I'm coming. Pushy woman." XXXXXXXXXX Skinner knocked once on the door Agent Pelke had indicated and then pushed it open, not waiting for someone to answer. Mulder and Scully both turned at his entrance. The small woman staring out the window, however, didn't move at all. Her right arm was crossed across her chest, holding her left elbow. Her other hand was upright under her chin as she gazed out the window. She was wearing a silky red blouse and black slacks, and she was probably the tiniest woman he'd ever seen. Long dark hair hung in waves down her back. He could just see her profile. "What have we got?" he asked. Mulder said, "Third time the Center has been hit in as many weeks. This time they took more than one painting." "How many?" "Four," Scully answered. "What are they worth?" The woman finally turned from the window and Skinner had to bite his cheek to keep from gasping. She was beautiful and looked like a porcelain work of art rather than a living, breathing woman. Her olive complexion was flawless. Dark brown, almond shaped eyes with long eyelashes peered at him from under hooded lids. Her beautiful eyes were rimmed with red, and she'd obviously been crying. "Jane McElvany Coonce is a very popular artist who lives right here in Arlington. Her paintings vary in price, but the two smaller ones stolen were listed at $2,000 and $4,000. The other two were larger and priced at $10,00 and $12,000. That's a total of $28,000. He was startled by her voice. It was low and smooth, rather musical and lilting. He wasn't sure what he'd expected, but that wasn't it. "Whew," he whistled. "And that's just today. The paintings stolen the previous two weeks were each worth about $10,000 as well." "What kind of security do you have here?" Skinner asked. She frowned and pursed her cupid bow lips and he felt his cock twitch in his pants. Embarrassed, he pushed the sides of his trench coat closer together with the hands that were in his pockets. "Forgive me," Scully said. "Nanami Akaki, this Assistant Director Walter Skinner, our supervisor at the Bureau." The tiny woman took a couple steps forward and held out her dainty little hand. Skinner took it, surprised at her firm grip as his hand swallowed hers up. He was careful not to squeeze too hard. She smiled, realizing what he was doing, and squeezed harder. He chuffed out a sound of amusement and shook her hand in return, harder this time. She was stunning when she smiled. He was not normally attracted to oriental women, but this one was a beauty. "My friends call me Nan, you may also." She presented him with an amused quirk of a smile and he noticed he was still holding her hand and staring. He released her hand, somewhat embarrassed. "All right, Nan. What's the security in this place?" "We thought it was state of the art, but apparently not. There are cameras approximately every ten feet in the viewing areas. There are electric eyes on every door and a computer controls the vault where we store paintings and artifacts." "Did he get into the vault?" "No, he took paintings off the wall," she replied. "Apparently, he figured out how to disable the security system and alarms. All the cameras except one were disabled." "Which one wasn't disabled?" She smiled wider then. "Mine. I set up a camera in my office that peeked through the wall, and surveyed the lobby with a wide-angle lens. All the other cameras are set up in the control room and monitored when we are open. At night, we have a night watchman that makes rounds and watches the cameras." "What happened to him?" She looked worried for a moment and swallowed. "We don't know. Apparently, he didn't showed up for work. He never punched in." "Anyone looked for him yet?" he asked Mulder and Scully. "Agents Pelke and Kreger said they would go to his apartment when they finished canvassing outside and around the block." "Forget that. They'll be forever. I'll go. What's the address and what's his name?" "Glenn Wright," Nanami answered. She took the small pocket notebook and pen Scully offered her and wrote down the name and address. She handed it to Skinner. "May I go with you?" He grunted. "That might not be a good idea." Mulder countered, "It might be a good idea. You shouldn't go by yourself anyway, Sir. It's always good to have someone to call back up if you need it. Plus, Scully and I have to wait for the CSI unit to get here. We planned on checking out her personal tape while we waited to see if they can pull prints off the walls where the paintings were stolen." He looked at the tiny woman again and she said, "Please, Mr. Skinner. I'm going crazy here. I can't stand doing nothing," she said as her voice trailed off to nearly a whisper. On impulse, he said, "None of this is your fault, you know?" "Of course it is, Mr. Skinner. I'm the curator. Artists entrust me with their valuable artwork and I'm in charge of security as well. My security measures failed. As you must know being a supervisor, whether you did anything wrong or not, you are responsible for your subordinates." Skinner nodded ruefully and smiled at her. He glanced at Mulder and Scully and found Mulder grinning like an idiot and Scully pressing her lips together in an effort not to laugh at him. "You're right, I know all about that, don't I, Agents?" he said facetiously, glaring at Mulder and Scully. They both laughed now, unable to help it. He looked at her again and said, "All right, but you have to promise to do exactly as I say, no questions asked." "I promise," she said. "Just let me get my coat." XXXXXXXXX BUCKINGHAM HISTORICAL DISTRICT NORTH OXFORD STREET ARLINGTON, VA Skinner pulled up to the colonial revival home and parked at the curb. He whistled softly. "Guess he makes plenty of money, huh?" They exited the car, and she said, "He does earn a good salary but he has family money too, I think." They went up to the front door and rang the doorbell, hearing it resonate and echo in the large foyer. Skinner cupped his hand to the glass and peeked in the window. He saw a parquet floor and a wide staircase rising up to a balcony that overlooked the foyer. He heard nothing. After a few minutes, Nanami reached out and pushed the doorbell again. Skinner said, "Stay put. I'm going to check around back." He rounded the side of the house and saw nothing out of the ordinary, other than a manicured lawn. He proceeded to the rear and saw an enormous in-ground swimming pool surrounded by a wooden patio. He got to the back of the house which was lined with gigantic glass windows floor to ceiling and sliding glass doors leading into a living room with a sunken floor. He could clearly see the man sprawled on his white carpet, a pool of blood under his head. "Shit," he muttered. Just then, he heard her gasp from behind him. "Oh NO! GLENN!" she wailed. She bolted towards the sliding door. He took two steps, easily outpacing her, wrapped an arm around her waist and scooped her feet off the ground. She kicked and screamed, wind-milling her arms, trying to get loose. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, yyyyyyyyyiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee, let me go you bastard!" He lowered his mouth to her ear and said, "No. What did I tell you about doing exactly as I say? You were supposed to stay in front," he growled. He realized her little bottom was cradled against his groin and felt his cock twitch again as she squirmed and wiggled against him. He pulled his hips back and bent at the waist, gingerly setting her down. She began to cry, obviously distraught. She took one step away from him and he snatched her arm, swinging her around to face him. He gripped her shoulders gently, but firmly enough that she couldn't break loose. "Nan, listen to me," he ordered, forgetting she wasn't used to seeing these things, and this was probably her friend. "I'm sorry, but I can't let you touch anything. Do you understand? We'll need to process this as a crime scene. I don't want anything compromised because we go charging in there." She was still and silent, tears pooling in her dark eyes. Her lips began to tremble as hot tears scudded down her face. Even her tears were beautiful, not marring her face in any way. He felt something loosen in the middle of his chest. She nodded once, briefly. "Ahhhhhhh, Haaaaaa!" she wailed, and buried her face in his chest. Without thinking he bent slightly and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tight to his chest. She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in the crook of his shoulder. Her tears were wetting his dress shirt and his suit jacket as she cried pitifully and sobs wracked her tiny frame. His back was starting to hurt from bending over so he straightened up. This lifted her feet off the ground and to his surprise, she gasped then wrapped her legs around his waist. He had a little Japanese barnacle now. He walked swiftly away from the glass doors, turning so that she would be facing away from it. He sat in one of the chairs on the pool deck. She didn't weight anything at all. It was like carrying a child. She unwound her legs and curled up in his lap. He pulled his cell phone out, still cradling her with one arm and said, "I have to make some phone calls, all right? I don't want to sound callus, but the sooner we get people here, the sooner we can figure out what the hell is going on." She nodded, but didn't lift her head from his chest. He felt warmth spread throughout his chest. A soft spot not many people knew he had cracked open, battered by the anguish of this tiny woman in his arms She was truly stunning, even with tears running down her face. 'Stop it, old boy,' he admonished himself. 'She's barely out of childhood.' He mentally shook himself and started making phone calls. XXXXXXXXXX PART 2 BUCKINGHAM HISTORICAL DISTRICT NORTH OXFORD STREET ARLINGTON, VA She finally cried herself out, for the moment any way and sat up, wiping her tears delicately with the tips of her fingers. She was so dainty it fired something primitive and protective in him. Skinner leaned up on one hip and pulled out a handkerchief, handing it to her. She wiped her eyes and then blew her nose gently, sitting up, obviously embarrassed. "I'm sorry," she said in a tiny voice as she slid off his lap. "Don't worry about it," he said gruffly, unable to be unaffected by her grief. "You knew him well?" "As well as co-workers can know one another. I considered him a friend." "More than a friend?" he asked, wanting to slap himself as soon as the words were out of his mouth. She looked and said, "No, just a friend." "Ahh, sorry, I shouldn't have asked that so bluntly." "I understand. You need to know who was close to him." "Yeah," he said quietly, standing himself and clearing his throat. If she wanted to believe he'd had to ask that question, let her. He felt like a fool. He turned to her and realized she didn't even come up to his armpit. Good Lord, she was tiny. "Can I ask you a personal question?" "Sure," she said, craning her neck back to see his face. "How tall are you?" he said with a perfectly straight face. She threw back her head and laughed, then looked down wiping her eyes again. "I get that question a lot," she squeaked out. He laughed with her and waited patiently for her to get control. Her hysteria was probably making everything funnier than it really was. He'd seen the phenomenon a million times. She finally sucked in a deep breath and said, "I'm exactly 4 foot, 10 inches tall." "Holy crap," he said before he could stop himself. She smiled up at him. "And how tall are you, Mr. Giant." He smiled at her. "I'm six foot, two." "Ahh, well then. How's the air up there?" she asked cheekily. He knew she was just trying to talk to distract herself from the scene behind her. "It's all right, pretty thin sometimes." She smiled again, but it didn't reach her eyes. He could still see the sadness there just waiting to break free. "I'm truly sorry for breaking down like that, Mr. Skinner. I'm embarrassed." "Don't be. You're not used to seeing death." "And you are?" she asked. He frowned. "Yes, I'm afraid I am." Just then they heard the sirens in the distance. "We better get out front to greet to the troops," he advised. She nodded. Without asking, he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and steered her off the patio and onto the side lawn, putting his big body between her and the glass sliding doors until they were out of sight. She didn't need to look at that anymore. He walked her to the car and said, "You need to stay here, and I mean it this time." She smiled sadly. "Don't worry. I won't make that mistake again." He reached down and cupped her beautiful face. She shivered a little and he smiled. "It's for your own safety, and the protection of the crime scene." "I know," she said softly. He tucked her hair behind her ear and she looked down. "Why don't you sit in the car," he suggested She nodded, turned and entered the passenger seat of the car. He tapped the glass and she hit the button to lower the electric window. He leaned in toward her and said, "As soon as more people get here, I can get you a ride back to the Arts Center, or to your home if you prefer." "I'll let you know. I think I need to just sit here for a bit." "All right then." He straightened up and looked down the street. Mulder and Scully's car screeched to a halt at the curb, parking behind his car, followed closely by the crime scene van that pulled right into the driveway. Agents Pelke and Kreger from Robbery were close behind. The crime scene tech picked the lock on the back doors and they all filed inside and began to process the scene. Skinner, Mulder and Scully looked in every nook and cranny of the house for evidence. Most of it was found on or near the body. Mulder did, however, find a spot of blood in the kitchen sink and had the crime scene techs collect it for analysis to see if it matched Glenn's. If not, it could be the killer's, which would help narrow things down later if they got a suspect. Skinner had gotten so involved in searching the scene and watching the tech guys, he'd forgotten about Nanami Akaki sitting in his car. They were nearly done when Scully asked. "Did you find Nanami a ride home?" "Oh shit! I forgot she was out there. Damn it!" Scully frowned at him, knowing that was unlike her boss. "I could take her home." "No, I messed up. I'll take care of it. Can you and Mulder finish up here?" "Of course. I'll be doing the autopsy before I go home tonight." Skinner nodded. "All right. Meet me in my office at 10:00 AM tomorrow with a report of what we have so far. Would you tell Pelke and Kreger to be there, too?" "Yes, Sir." He turned on his heel and left, trotting out to his car. He found her curled up in the passenger seat, sound asleep. Her emotional morning and the fright of seeing her security officer dead must have tired her out. He smiled. She looked like a little angel. He circled the car and got in the driver's side. She jerked awake, hearing the door open. "I owe you an apology, Ms. Akaki. This took longer than I thought and I forgot to get a patrolman to take you home." "That's all right. I'm sorry I fell asleep." "Not a problem. You've had a hell of a day. You'll need your rest. The next couple of days are going to suck," he advised her. She smiled gently at his use of the work 'suck', but decided not to say anything. "Where to?" he asked. "Home. I live at the Normany House Apartments, 1701 North Kent Street." "I know the place," he replied as he slid the car into drive. He knew they were nice apartments. He wondered if she lived alone. He wondered if she had a boyfriend. They traveled in silence for several minutes and then he asked, "Do you have someone that could stay with you tonight?" "No, I don't think so." "A boyfriend?" he asked tentatively. She smiled widely, wondering about his motives for asking this question. "Why?" she asked. He cleared his throat. "We don't know if you're in danger or not. After what happened to Glenn, I'd feel better knowing you had someone staying with you." "Ahhh," she said. For a moment he thought she sounded disappointed. Then he thought he must have imagined it. She continued, "Well, unfortunately, most of my family is still in Japan, except for my brother, who is going to school in California." "How about a friend?" "I have some girlfriends I could call." "It wouldn't be a bad idea." They rode in silence for several more minutes. Then she asked, "How much danger do you think I'm in?" He stopped at a light and turned to look at her. "I don't know, honestly. Before this, I would have said none. However, after finding Glenn Wright, I'm not so sure anymore. This guy could be eliminating anyone he thinks might be able to identify him. Glenn might have seen him on tape previously. He may think you have too." "But we don't know who he is?" "That doesn't mean he or she isn't on tape somewhere, or someone you know. In fact, I'd like to get a list of the collectors in the area and anyone who has ever bought a Jane McElvany Coonce painting from you before." "You think it could be a collector?" she gasped, sounding surprised. "Either that or a hired hand, steeling for a collector that's decided he doesn't want to pay fair market value." "Hmmm," was her only response. "I know that's disturbing. Unfortunately, many crimes are committed by people we know. We may not know them intimately in the case of a business theft, but most thieves will scope out the place thoroughly before they rob it. Chances are, he's been in the Arts Center many times. We need to be looking at old tapes, too, and see who looked at the paintings that were stolen." He was in full-cop mode now, as he called it. He glanced at her and saw her smirking slightly. She said, "Agents Pelke and Kreger took the tapes already." "Good," he said. "You love your job, don't you?" He shook his head, shrugging his shoulders. "I don't know, sometimes. I sit behind a desk a lot. I'm actually not in the field much anymore." "Why are you this time?" "Because my agents were called in after Robbery's agents, and I was afraid of an interdepartmental squabble. Agents Mulder and Scully aren't the most popular agents in the Bureau and I wanted to make sure they weren't stepping on anyone's toes." "Office politics, huh?" she asked. "You could say that." He paused. "We're here." XXXXXXXXXX NORMANY HOUSE APTS 1701 N. KENT STREET ARLINGTON, VA He pulled up in front of her building. "Nice to live so close to work," he commented, not wanting to break contact with her just yet. "Yeah, the commute is easy." "Is your car at work?" "No, I took the bus." She seemed as reluctant as he, but it was probably just because she didn't want to go into her empty apartment. "Do you have any pets?" "No, why?" "They can be a good indicator if something is wrong." "You're going to make me paranoid, Mr. Skinner." He opened his door and stepped out. She looked startled, but Followed his example, closing the door behind her. "I'm going to go up with you and make sure everything's all right." "That's not necessary." "Maybe not, but better safe than sorry. I have a bad feeling for some reason." She nodded and led the way. He shortened his stride to match hers. He noticed she was wearing flat, leather dress shoes and wondered why she didn't wear heels. Just to have something to say, he asked her about it. "Why don't you wear high heels?" She smirked up at him as they entered the elevator. "Really bothers you how small I am, doesn't it?" He smiled. "No, just most professional women I know wear them, short or not. Personally, I think they are torture devices. I haven't any idea how you women wear them." "Well, I do sometimes, but not to work. I'm on my feet for eight hours or more daily. I'd be crippled in high heels by the end of the day." "That makes sense," he commented and then they fell silent as the elevator stopped on the second floor and he followed her down the hall. She pulled her key out of her purse and unlocked the door. She reached to open it when he stepped into her, reaching around her and placing his big hand over hers, his chest brushing her back. She looked up startled, feeling engulfed by the heat of his big body. "Let me go first, if you don't mind. Or is there something I shouldn't see?" he asked seriously. She smirked. "No, I'm fairly certain I put away all my sex toys before I left for work this morning." He choked and put his hand to his mouth. He looked down at her to find her smiling up at him like a little imp. "Jesus," he muttered. "Couldn't resist, sorry," she said, not sounding sorry at all. Was she flirting with him? Christ, if she was, he was all done. He felt drawn to her in a way that he hadn't experienced in many years. He had to concentrate. He gave himself a mental shake reminding himself to get back to business. He moved her to stand behind him before turning the knob slowly. He swung the door open, but did not step inside right away. He observed the living room and checked the two corners he could see. Then He unsnapped his holster and put his hand on the butt of his gun. He turned to see her eyes wide as she looked at his gun. He whispered, "Just a precaution. Stay here. I MEAN it. Don't come in until I tell you it's all right." He shrugged off his trench coat and handed it to her. "Hold this for me." He stepped inside, shielding himself with the door and peered around it to observe the other corners of the room. He could see a doorway to a kitchen and a hallway that probably led to the bathroom and bedroom. He entered and made his way to the kitchen first. He saw nothing and made his way down the hall, opening her closet to find a linen closet no one could hide in. He checked the bathroom and threw back the shower curtain to make sure. He then preceded to the last door and swung the door open gently. It was her bedroom. He was surprised to find a king sized bed in there. Somehow, he'd expected a twin bed. Why, he didn't know. He bet she got swallowed up in that thing. It was darker in here and he realized the curtains had been drawn. He felt the wall next to the door and found the light switch, flicking it on. He jumped as a man blew out of the closet, yelling an intelligible sound and coming straight for him. He drew his weapon but it was too late. The guy head butted him in the chest and he went down on his back in the hallway. He grunted, hissing in pain as his shoulder took the hit when he landed. He was up on his feet fairly quickly and raced after him. He skidded into the living room to find him facing off with Nanami. "Nanami, RUN!" he yelled. She didn't, impudent little imp. Instead she glared at the attacker, blocking his exit through the door. He towered over her, at least six feet tall and a medium, but muscular build. He was dressed all in black from his boots to his ski mask. Skinner leveled his gun at the man and shouted, "FBI, Freeze! Don't move asshole, put your hands in the air." He did. In his black-gloved hands he was holding a six-inch hunting knife. Skinner growled, "Drop the knife." The man lowered his hand, but instead of dropping the knife he lunged for Nanami. She spun around, her leg coming up in a roundhouse kick, and she nailed him right in the nuts. He howled, dropping the knife and falling to the floor, clutching his privates. Nanami stood stark still, her hands held in a fighting stance, crouched on the balls of her feet. Son of a bitch, he thought. She has a few surprises of her own. Her eyes glowed with concentration and she didn't' take them off her attacker for a moment. Skinner was on him a second later, kicking the knife out of reach and pulling his handcuffs off his belt. He pulled the man's arms behind him to cuff him. He looked up and saw his trench coat in a pile on the floor in the hallway. He said, "Nanami, take my cell phone out of my coat pocket, and hit Speed Dial #2. It should connect you to Agent Mulder." She relaxed, backing up but not turning until he had the handcuffs in place. She picked up his coat and reentered the apartment. She hit the Speed Dial and waited, still standing near the door. 'God, she looked pissed,' he thought as she kicked the door shut. Skinner reassessed his thoughts about this amazing woman. She looked magnificent, nothing like the shrinking flower he'd originally imagined. That wasn't disappointing. It didn't take away from her femininity at all. He found it exciting that such a small package held so much power. He hauled the man up and plopped him down in an overstuffed chair next to her couch. He ripped the mask off, pulling the man's hair in the process and making him wince. 'Good,' he thought. 'I hate men with hair anyway,' he thought pettily. His heart was still pounding. He was embarrassed that the guy had gotten the jump on him and she had been the one to take him down. Skinner studied the man. He had dark black hair and brown eyes, high cheekbones and a full mouth. He sneered at Skinner's visual appraisal and got a scowl in return. "Who are you?" The man was silent. Skinner reached out and pushed both his shoulders back, causing the man to sit on his cuffed hands. He knew they were biting into the man's wrists under his own weight. "Ouch! Christ, man." "Who are you?" he growled again. "Just the hired help." "Answer the fucking question!" he nearly shouted. The man paused but then said, "Stephan Cull." Nanami had reached Mulder and told him to come there to meet up with us. She explained that someone had been in her apartment but that he had him all trussed up. He smiled internally at her choice of words, and was grateful she didn't mention taking down the intruder herself. She held the phone out to him. [Are you all right, Sir?] Mulder asked. "Yes, I'm fine, Mulder. But we're gonna need someone to take this guy in and book him for breaking and entering, assaulting a federal officer, assault with a deadly weapon, among other things." [I'll call for the locals, Sir. We're on our way,] he said and hung up. Skinner looked down at the phone wondering if he would ever get used to them just hanging up on him all the time. XXXXXXXXXX PART 3 NORMANY HOUSE APTS 1701 N. KENT STREET ARLINGTON, VA The local cops arrived and took the man downtown. Mulder and Scully followed to make sure he was booked properly and all the charges were listed. Skinner made the command decision to stay with her himself. Even if the man was caught, that didn't mean there wasn't another one coming. Nanami thought he was being ridiculous, but was secretly thrilled that this gentle giant wanted to stay and protect her. She knew her fair share of marital arts, and had gotten lucky. However, there was no substitute for a gun and a big man on your side. She wasn't naive enough to think that she could take on anyone of any size for any length of time. As she told him when he mentioned it, she'd just gotten lucky. If he'd had a gun she would have been finished. She'd been shaken by the incident but was trying not to show it. She fed him pasta and tomato sauce and they shared some wine over dinner. He helped her do the dishes, which she found immensely amusing. He looked out of place in her small kitchen. He was fascinating to her. She was intrigued in a way she hadn't been for a long time. He was old enough to be her father, but that didn't bother her. There was an untapped strength in him. She didn't mean just his muscles, although they were splendid to behold as well. She'd secretly always had a thing for bald men with nice heads. It wasn't something she spread around. She worked hard and didn't have that many close friends. Not ones she confided in, anyway. She'd been in America for five years and her English was nearly flawless. She'd worked hard to eradicate her accent although it crept in sometimes with certain difficult words. She didn't normally care what people thought of her, but she wanted to impress this man. She had the feeling that he was not a man easily impressed or outshone. Mulder and Scully called after dinner to inform them that Stephen Cull was working for a man named Jacob Fischer. Nanami had gasped when Skinner repeated the name the man had finally given up under questioning. With the phone still to his ear, he asked, "You know him?" "Yes, he's a wealthy collector. Comes to every show." Skinner nodded as if he'd known it all along and maybe he had. She hadn't wanted to believe it was someone she knew but his statement had proved true. She couldn't believe it. The man had more money than God, and didn't need to steal. She'd been to his house for parties that included many people in the art world. This was going to be a big scandal. She was sorry it turned out to be someone she knew, but was glad he was caught and the case was over. Skinner burst her bubble when he hung up and informed her that Jacob Fischer was behind it, but Mulder and Scully didn't think he was the thief. They'd brought him in for questioning and he was being held without bond. They were going to try and pump him for information on who his other accomplices were. "So the danger is not past," Skinner informed her. "He could still have henchman running around out there with orders. Or, he could just be a front for someone higher up in some art ring scam. "What about the Arts Center?" she asked. "We have six agents from Robbery there, spending the night and there will be two during the day when the place is open. They will remain in place until we catch the thief." XXXXXXXXXX NORMANY HOUSE APTS 1701 N. KENT STREET ARLINGTON, VA THE NEXT MORNING Skinner slept on her couch that night and she'd spent a restless night fighting the urge to go to him and curl up on his chest. She wondered if he had a wife but hadn't seen a wedding ring. She stepped into the living room wearing a camisole and tap pants, hoping to observe him while he slept. He was awake, but still sitting on the couch with an afghan over his legs. His clothes were folded neatly on the chair next to the couch. His wide chest and broad shoulders were bare, and she could see his feet peaking out from underneath the blanket. She was silent and he didn't notice her at first as she crossed the carpet. His head whipped around to look at her as she stepped around the side of the couch. She didn't miss his sudden intake of breath as he skimmed his eyes down her torso. She felt herself flush and her nipples harden against the silk of her camisole. What would he do if she crawled into his lap? she wondered. He started to breath a little faster and she glanced at his lap, noticing the blanket starting to tent. She was thrilled that she was exciting him. It was reckless, she knew, but she was so attracted to this giant of a man. Nanami had often felt she 'knew' things without really knowing why. She didn't consider herself psychic but she meditated every day and was very spiritual and in touch with herself. Something told her that her destiny was firmly attached to this man she'd met less than 24 hours earlier. He finally whispered, "You are so beautiful." "So are you," she responded. He snorted and looked down at himself, then back at her. "I'm old, bald and getting decrepit." She took a step closer and fell to her knees between his spread legs. He gasped but never took his eyes off her. His glasses were lying on the coffee table and she was glad. It gave her the chance to look into his eyes, the windows to the soul as far as she was concerned. Her hands skimmed up his large, tree trunk size thighs and he stiffened, his hips pulsing into her hands. "You're a witness, you're part of the case, I shouldn't," he trailed off as she slowly pulled the afghan down his legs. "Shhh," she scolded. Her hands ran up and down the bare flesh of his legs and he groaned, his cock rising behind his boxer briefs. She smiled and slid up his body, straddling his legs. She put her hands around his neck and pressed her body deliberately against the length of his torso. He groaned. "Jesus Christ!" he exclaimed. His hands had a mind of their own and cupped her little derriere. Oh Lord, his hands nearly engulfed each little ass cheek. He pulled her against him, grinding his now hard cock into her soft tummy and she gasped. She looked down at him and said, "I think this is fate, Mr. Skinner." "Fate?" "That I have you here at my disposal," she grinned. "Oh you do, do you?" he asked, amused at her teasing. "Yes. I don't know what it is about you. I know I've just met you and all." "But?" he inquired softly. "But I feel drawn to you. You excite me." He began to pant gently. "I do?" She nodded slowly and lowered her mouth to his, brushing her lips against his. "You turn me on," she whispered. He moaned. What else could he do? She began to kiss him and he hummed his enjoyment into her mouth. Her hands slid over his smooth, bald, head and she opened her mouth and groaned into his, the vibrations setting him on fire. His hands slip up and down her back, sliding the silky material over her body. She undulated against him and he thought he would pass out from excitement. His cock was fully erect now and for the first time in his life, he worried about his size. He'd always been a bit proud of it before, but she was so tiny. "You're like a tiny doll," he whispered. "Hmmm," she hummed in the back of her throat, deepening the kiss. "Chippoke Doru," she muttered. "What?" "That's how you say 'tiny doll' in Japanese," she informed him quickly and began kissing him again. He slid his hands under her camisole and raised it up until his hands cupped her pert little breasts. She whimpered deliciously and leaned back to give him access. He broke the kiss in order to pull it over her head. He slid her off his lap and reached for her tap pants, hooking his hands in the elastic. He paused and looked up at her. "Are you sure, Nanami? We don't know each other well, but I promise I'm clean." She smiled sweetly. "I'm sure. This is meant to be." "What?" "Trust me," she said. He flicked his wrist and her little pants fluttered to the floor around her ankles. She wasn't wearing underwear underneath and he growled in his chest, seeing her naked. She was shaven clean, her pouty little cunt lips swollen and pink between her legs. He groaned, rubbing his hands over her hips. "Exquisite," he murmured, and tugged her forward to stand between his legs. He leaned in and suckled one nipple that was eye level as he sat and she stood. She moaned but then pulled away, and said, "You're still overdressed, Mr. Skinner." "If I'm going to make love to you, you better call me Walter." She smiled. "O.K., Walter, lose the briefs," she said saucily. XXXXXXXXX NC-17 PORTION XXXXXXXXXX He chuckled again, amused with her boldness. He lifted his hips and slowly slid his boxer briefs over his thighs and then kicked them away when they hit the floor. She said softly, "Oh my God." She was staring at his cock, her mouth open in a little 'oh' of surprise. He smiled gently. "I won't hurt you." She grinned. "I know. I never have one this big before." He noticed the slight accent creeping into her voice and was more excited by it for some reason. It was her turn to surprise him when she fell to her knees again and grasped his cock in both hands. Her little hands couldn't reach around the girth, and she licked her lips. He threw his head back, knowing what was coming and not quite able to believe it. "How old are you?" he asked suddenly, trying to distract himself. "Twenty-five." "Oh fuck. I'm 25 years older than you." "Doesn't matter," she said quickly and engulfed the head of his cock between her lips, her tongue sliding over the sensitive head and lapping up the precum that had started to form there. He groaned and pulsed his hips toward her, trying not to buck. XXXXXXXXXX His cock swelled and throbbed against her palms as she stroked lightly. She deflected his question of age, not giving him time to think about it. Twenty-five years older, he'd said, which would make him 50 years old. She didn't care. His cock was big and hefty, sticking out toward her, fat and hard and she felt arousal zing through her. Before he could change his mind, she leaned down and sucked his enormous head into her mouth. She licked the head, tasting his precum and hummed, letting the vibrations wash over him. He pressed his shaft into her face and she held the root of his erection in her hand, stroking him as she sucked on the head. She reached with one hand to fondle his big balls. It apparently surprised him, because he bucked into her, pressing his cock into her mouth. The sudden movement of his cock made her cheeks bulge and the big, fat head butted against the back of her throat. He groaned, his eyes wide with amazement. She closed her eyes, taking calming breaths like those she used in meditation, feeling her body relax and feeling her throat muscles open. She bobbed up and down for a minute, getting used to the feel of him and then when she was ready, she let the flared head squeeze into the back of her throat. He shouted in astonishment and she smiled internally, breathing softly and lowering her head to take the entire ten inches down her throat. XXXXXXXXXX Walter was stunned. This little, tiny doll was deep-throating his ten inch cock. It was two and half inches wide and stretched her lips to the point that they were white. She didn't, however, seem to be in any distress, and there had never been a hint of her gagging. He couldn't take his eyes off the sight of his enormous cock sliding in and out of her tiny mouth. He'd never had a blowjob like this in his entire life. He began thrusting into her face and she took it with ease. Her little hands crept up and grasped the side of his ass cheeks, feeling them clench as he pumped his hips, burying his cock in her mouth and groaning like he was dying. He uttered a guttural, moaning sound of pleasure. It was the most erotic thing she'd ever heard. His fists started pounding on the couch cushions. He was totally losing control. His hands were suddenly on my shoulders, pushing her away. He rasped out, "I don't want to come this way." She released him reluctantly. He hauled her up onto the couch and pressed her down onto her back. His finger sought out her juncture as his lips suckled on her nipples until she was crying out and squirming with pleasure. She finally caught her breath and said, "Bedroom, Walter, bedroom." He was on his feet in an instant, hauling her up to his chest. Her arms and legs wrapped around his torso and he carried her into the bedroom, laying her gently in the center of the bed and crawling in after her. "God, how much do you weigh?" "About 90 pounds, give or take." "Christ Almighty, you're so small." "It turns you on, doesn't it? How small I am." "Yesss," he hissed out through his teeth. She felt his cock, so immense and burning hot between her lithe thighs as he straddled her. He lowered himself to kiss her and moaned when his thick, hard cock actually slid between the wet folds of her pussy. The tip of his rod glistened with pre-cum as he slipped the flared head of his thick cock between her nether lips, sliding forward. The groove between them was hot, wet, and it took all the control that he could muster to keep from exploding with the first slide forward. He felt the slide of her silky stomach against his as he pushed gently forward, so slowly he was annoying himself. Jesus, he felt like a giant fucking a little girl and it excited him to no end. She was a woman though. All he had to do was look at those full, round perky breasts and he knew he was on top of a woman. She was so tight and hot inside. He felt the head of his shaft expand her insides as he slipped in and her muscles closed over the back ridge of his glans. They both groaned. He gave her a minute to adjust and then he pushed forward again, stopping about six inches in and looking down to see his cock spreading her wide. The sight almost made him cum right then. There was no hair to obscure the view of his giant cock pressing her wide open. She grunted and wiggled her hips, making him clench his teeth. He felt her muscles waving over his cock, adjusting to his size. Her hips were so narrow and it looked like he would cleave her in two. XXXXXXXXXX 'Oh my God! He was so fucking huge,' she thought. Everything about him was huge. His height, his bear like shoulders, his massive chest, the washboard abdomen that was sliding over her, the hair of his chest tickling her navel. Then there was his cock, as big around and long as her forearm. It was inching its way inside her and she felt the delicious burn of it as he stretched her wide. He paused but then kept pushing his cock into her tight, little hole, and staring down at her with an intensity that held her mute and motionless for a moment. When she wiggled her hips, it only aided him in sinking deeper. He bottomed out against her cervix and she groaned loudly. He began thrusting, gently at first, but then with a little more force. Then pushed in till he met the resistance of her cervix, paused, and then firmly but slowly pushed harder. I felt the hard, tight muscle of my cervix stretch and bulge over the head of his cock. A burning sensation raced through my abdomen and then up my torso. "Ohhhhhhhh, Ohhhhhhhh, yeah," I whimpered. He growled ferociously like a lion, retreated and rammed himself into me balls deep. I shrieked in pleasure pain, feeling my cervix surround his cock head and close behind it, stretched painfully over the top of his helmeted head. Then without warning, I came. I came with a bone jarring intensity, feeling my entire body lock up, spasm harshly and then release its tension in a flood of convulsions. It seemed to set him off, shredding the last of his control and he began to pound into her, ramming into the hilt with increased speed. He drove into her softness over and over, listening to her moan and looking down to watch his monster split her in two and bury itself deep in her belly. He bellowed, feeling her cervix surround the head of his cock. It flexed and spasmed with every stroke. It made it feel like the head of his cock was receiving the tightest and harshest blowjob of his life, while the rest of her tight canal massaged his prick like a thousand squeezing fingers. He stared down at her breasts as they quivered and jerked under each savage thrust, her entire body rocking from the impact of his cock slamming hard into her womb. She whimpered and shook, starting to climax again. This time though, it didn't stop and she wailed as her orgasm continued, every stroke pushing her deeper into her convulsions. The orgasm shuddered through her for what seemed like ages. Her entire pussy was on fire as it gripped his cock like a vice. It was so intense, hitting her in crashing waves. Finally it began to ebb away and he was still hard and enormous, but he slowed, backing up some and giving my cervix a rest. She knew she would be sore tomorrow. XXXXXXXXXX PART 4 XXXXXXXX NC-17 PORTION CONTINUED XXXXXXX One arm supported his weight. The other ran down to skim over her leg and her hip. His palms felt big and rough. She looked at him expectantly, panting and whimpering as he slowed to a glacial pace, sweat beading on his forehead and neck. She leaned up and latched onto his nipple. He shouted and pulled away. He croaked out, "Can you get on your hands and knees?" Her breath left her in a whoosh as she nodded. He pulled out slowly and she turned over, feeling shaky and sated. She rose onto her hands and knees and he said, "Grab the headboard." Oh Jesus, she thought. He scooted up behind her and rubbed her hips. He slid into her slowly and she heard him grunt when he slid in further in this position before he reached her cervix. He still had about an inch to go though and she wasn't sure if she wanted it or not. "Are you O.K.?" he croaked. "Yes, but go easy now. I feel tender." "O.K., stop me if I hurt you. I don't want to hurt you. I almost lost control when you came, Nan. Oh God, this is so intense." She nodded, "For me too. God, fuck me, Walter." Just hearing his name, and that word out of her sweet, little mouth, begging him to fuck her, lit his fire. He pressed deep, but eased back when she moaned, and it didn't sound like pleasure. "Sorry," he panted. "It's O.K." She rocked forward and slid back onto him and it was his turn to groan. He slid his hand around the front of her thighs and pulled her legs wide, giving him better access. Her tiny, little ass cheeks clenched with every slow stroke and he pulled her against his thighs, unable to help himself. He felt his balls swing gently as he stroked in and out, feeling her relax. He slowly sped up until he was pounding into her again and felt her cervix loosen and his head slid into its tight embrace again. "Oh GOD!" he shouted. "Are you all right?" "Yes, Walter. It's O.K. Oh fuck me. Oh please," she whimpered. "Oh shit, big man, fuck me hard." He roared and began pounding into her again. She thought she would hurt more than it did and she knew she would tomorrow, but right now she wanted more of this rough treatment. It was exciting her to no end. Soon he was thrusting into her so hard and pulling up on her thighs, that her legs left the bed. He pulled them back over his thighs and she wailed feeling him sink deeper, his balls bouncing against her clit. He ground into her and she came again. He felt her pussy clamp down on him and knew she climaxing again. He couldn't believe she could take him in her tight, tiny little body. Now he had lifted her legs in the air, and her tiny knees bowed, her tiny feet wrapping behind his hips and brushing his ass with every stroke. He panted harshly, hearing her tiny cunt squelching softly on each thrust as her juices flowed copiously and eased his passage. He was stretching her impossibly wide and her head flopped from side to side. He grunted, telling her he was almost there. She could feel him swell impossibly bigger and harder inside her for a few seconds and then he was bellowing as he ejaculated hard inside her. She felt the pleasure run up the back of her legs, and concentrate in her pussy. She was stretched so wide she felt his throbbing with every ejaculation and merely moaned as she exploded in another orgasm, clenching her eyes shut and feeling her entire body tremble with pleasure. He finally slowed his thrusts, his cock still slightly hard and lowered her legs gently to the bed. She groaned and he asked, "Did I hurt you?" XXXXXXXXXX END NC-17 PORTION XXXXXXX She sighed. "No, big man. But I will be sore tomorrow." "Let's get you into a hot bath and soothe those muscles." "In a minute. Come over here." They both hissed as he pulled out of her slowly. He flopped onto his back and tugged her up onto his chest, easily maneuvering her small body. She wrapped her arms around his broad torso and laid her head on his chest. "Mmmm," she hummed in the back of her throat. He felt a tenderness sweep through him as she curled up on his chest, so trusting. "Are you sure I didn't hurt you?" "No, Walter. I'm fine." He swallowed and ran his hands up and down the silky smooth skin of her back. He finally cupped her tiny rear end and pressed her against himself. He hummed in contentment. "How do you say that again?" "What?" "Tiny doll." She chuckled. "Chippoke doru." "Mmm, my chippoke doru." He felt her laugh against him but no sound came out. She sighed heavily and said, "Will I see you after this?" He was startled by the question. He hadn't really thought beyond tonight. He realized though that he did want to see her again. He wanted to spend time with her and get to know this mysterious, enigmatic woman who looked like a child with breasts. "Yes, if you want to," he answered. "I do." "Good." He paused. "We don't really even know each other. I want you to know I don't normally jump in bed with witnesses involved in my cases." "I know you don't. I trust you, Walter." "Why?" "I could tell you its because you were so tender with me this afternoon. I could tell you it's because you saved my ass later on, or I could tell you that its because you're an FBI man." "But that wouldn't be the truth?" he asked, curious. "Nope," she said sleepily, squirming and cuddling into him some more. He raised the blanket up over them, deciding he liked being her mattress. She lifted her head off his chest and looked into his eyes. She lifted up on one arm and tapped her chest saying, "I feel it in here." He raised a skeptical eyebrow and she smiled at him. "Are you going to get all mystical on me?" She smiled wider. "I'll try to hold off, so as not to shock your puritan sensibilities." He chuckled then. "Oh, all right. Go easy on me. I'm an old man." "You're a sexy hunk," she said and plopped her head back down on his chest. He laughed now and said, "I think you're delusional. I'm old enough to be your father." "Older the violin, sweeter the music," she mumbled. He chuckled and they fell asleep that way, forgetting all about the bath they'd planned. THE END.