Kennedy and the New Apartment... By Fiona Bland fbland@golden.net Disclaimers: Okay, but now everyone knows that I don't Skinner, Scully or Mulder. Mind you, I wouldn't mind borrowing Skinner sometime, I'll return him but just a little broken in. Alexandra Kennedy, Brodi and Paul Westfeld are mine... all mine... evil snicker... Rating: This one definitely calls to have new category all its own called... "what-was-I-thinking-and-what-was-I-on"... now that I think about it, it was probably diet coke and stress for returning back to school after having 3 1/2 weeks off for Christmas. I guess, a "G" rating would do. Classification: Humour would be describe this, I guess. Spoilers: There aren't any, mind you I did use some classic X-File lines. Summary: How to sum this one up... I guess you could say... This explains more of Kennedy's background and how she met Paul... it's kind of a filler fanfic... you know, fill you in on what's happening between stories, characters and everything else in between. Author's Notes: Okay, now that I write the disclaimers, saving the best for last you know, I think that I blame it on going back to school. It just gets in the way of my sleeping, before I slept till noon and stayed up till 3... now its in bed by eleven and up at six... shudder... Flames and medication suggestions can be forwarded on to me at: FBland@Lonet.ca Have you ever noticed that me email addy looks like "FBI" "and"? * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * FBI HEADQUARTERS MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 30 8 A.M. Alexandra Kennedy waited patiently outside Assistant Director Skinner's office for what seemed like months on end, in reality it was only about fifteen minutes. She had started looking at her watch every thirty seconds until she realized that it wasn't making it any easier, until the door opened... "Ms. Kennedy, would you please come in." Skinner asked in his standard tone. Kennedy stood and followed him in. "Sir, may I ask, are the test results in?" Skinner didn't look at her, just passed her a envelop. "The answers you require are in there." Again, no emotional hint from the AD. "Thank you, sir." Kennedy carefully opened the package and pulled out the contents. The stack of papers were copies of her passport, birth certificate, and RCMP background files. It wasn't until she looked at the letter head of the last document that she noticed the logo on the top. FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION Kennedy carefully skimmed the paragraphs looking for the information she desperately needed... Skinner watched as his niece found what she was looking for and looked up at him. "I passed?" "Passed? You didn't pass, you aced it. It's been a while since someone got a score that high on that exam." Skinner finally broke regulation and smiled. "Well, what are you going to do?" "I don't know... go to Disneyland." She laughed. "Give me a sec to let this all sink in... I mean... I can't believe that I got a mark that high... especially on a written exam!" Kennedy exclaimed. "Well it gets better. Keep reading." Skinner hinted. Kennedy madly read the last remaining paragraphs of the document. Her head whipped up and she stared at her uncle. "Is this right? You even got me a job hear in Washington?" "I didn't want to let an agent with your intelligence and background get stuck in some field office in some hick town." He grinned. "So I had you assigned to Violent Crimes where you'll be helping to crack fraud cases from the Internet." "How am I ever going to repay you?" Kennedy couldn't stop grinning. "Just promise me one thing." "Yeah? Anything." "Just keep out of trouble, remember I can assign you to work somewhere that would make this look like heaven." "Okay Uncle Walt, enough said." Kennedy laughed. "So whom am I to report to?" Skinner gave her the look. "No, no, no, no, no anyone but them." Kennedy begged. "They're still threatening me with death for what I did to them during the last case." "I didn't mean them, I meant Agent Pendrell." "Techno weenie?" "Yeah. You are temporarily assigned to his lab until all your forms and information can be processed. You can pick up all your ID and weapon when contacted." "Is that all?" Kennedy asked as she rose to her feet. "There's one more item. Do you have a permanent address yet? I know you're still staying with Agent Scully now but have you started looking for a place of your own?" Skinner asked as he walked her to the door. "Damn, looks like I have to get a place of my own, after all. Any openings in your building?" Skinner glared at her. "Okay, okay, it was just a joke." * * * * * * * "Scully, have you seen my seeds?" Mulder moaned as he rummaged through his desk drawers. "I could have sworn that I just bought a bag." Scully sighed. "For the tenth time Mulder, no I don't have any of your damn seeds! Nor would I want any." A knock came on the door. Scully hinted to Mulder to get it. He shook his head now. "Come in." Scully answered. "It's open." Kennedy opened the door. "Meathead, think quick." She fired off a bag of seeds at his head. "Isn't this nice Scully, Kennedy brought me a present." Mulder replied as he opened the bag and took out a handful of seeds. "Salted too, my favourite." "I didn't buy them, Mulder. They were sitting on the floor outside in the hallway." Kennedy pointed to the area where she had found them. "I figured they were yours seeing that no one else had taken them." "Kennedy, not to change the subject or anything, but why are you here? I though you were going to spend the day catching up on your talk shows?" "I was until Uncle Walt called me in-" "What did he want?" Mulder asked as he spat out a mouthful of seeds. "Oh nothing much, just to tell me that I passed the equivalency exam. You know... nothing important." Kennedy mumbled under her breath. "Pardon me?" Scully put down her coffee. "Did I hear you correctly?" "Yeah, I passed it. Apparently, I'm the first person in a long time to get a score that high." "I bet that you didn't even come close to my score." Mulder said proudly as he thought back to his days at the Academy. "Mulder, I beat your score by a mile when I wrote the final exam." Scully added. "Well I beat you both." Kennedy crashed down in a nearby chair. "What did you do, spell your name wrong?" Mulder asked as he brushed off the shells from the seeds. "Mulder, start running... no I'm serious, start running." Kennedy started at him then stretched her arm and grabbed his tie from where she was sitting. "I'm dead serious Mulder, start running... I'm up for a good run." Mulder looked at Scully for help. "I'm not in this one, Mulder." Scully smiled. Kennedy stood and moved toward Mulder. "I'll give you a head start, I know that since you're so much older then me and the fact you're a man and all-" "Hey!" "Hey, what?" Scully backed up Kennedy. "I can verify anything Kennedy says. You are getting slow in your old age." "I am NOT slow, ya youngin'." "At least I've got youth on my side." The Morpher laughed. "So who do they have you assigned to?" Scully asked as she finished off the rest of her coffee. "Agent Pendrell." Kennedy replied. "That's until they can get me assigned to a partner or partners." "No. There is no possibly way that you're getting assigned to down here." Mulder blurted out. "I'm not going to be stuck down here with the two of you." "Okay, Mulder, now I mean business." Kennedy took two steps closer to him. "As do I." Scully added as she got up from behind her desk. "I think it will be a good time to take a walk to the cafeteria." Mulder slide out of his chair and grabbed his suit jacket. "Anyone want anything else?" * * * * * * * SCULLY'S APARTMENT 6:30 P.M. "So are you ever going to move out?" Scully asked as she cleaned up the dishes from dinner. "I guess this is some sort of hint?" Kennedy pointed to the stack of classifieds on the kitchen table. "How ever did you guess?" "I don't know... maybe it was all the apartments circled with a green marker." Kennedy walked towards the stack. "Or the fact that most of them are for apartments on the other side of DC." Scully simply shrugged. * * * * * * * TUES. OCT. 1ST 6:30 P.M. Kennedy managed to get her and Scully the day off to check out apartments while Mulder got called away to do a psychological makeup of a killer. After checking out all of the apartments for rent in DC and surrounding areas, Scully and Kennedy decided to call it a day. They had been to twenty-nine different apartment buildings and seen thirty-five different apartments, all ranging from roach traps to expensive lofts. None of which was affordable or at least half livable. Kennedy treaded into Scully's apartment and collapse on her couch. "Okay that's it. I quit, I'm going back to London." "I thought you lived in Montreal?" Scully asked as she checked her machine for messages. "Kind of, I lived in Montreal for the last couple of months, before I got put on suspension, I was living in London." Kennedy sighed. "Oh." Scully grabbed to cokes from the fridge and passed one to Kennedy. "What are you going to do now?" "I don't know." Kennedy opened her pop and took a sip. "Does your mother take in borders?" "I could ask." Scully took a long swig of the cold drink. Kennedy looked at Scully. "I wonder if Mulder's got any contacts who would know about any places for rent." "Who needs Mulder." Kennedy shot her a look. "Okay, other then me. We should go see the Lone Gunmen." "Who?" * * * * * * * After checking out all of the Lone Gunmen's resources and contacts, Kennedy was about to give in when she decided to go home and take Brodi for a walk. As she walked down the street, they met up with man walking a Jack Russell terrier. She couldn't help but giggle. The guy smiled as he watched Kennedy walk towards him. He thought. "Hi." Kennedy stuttered as she felt the feline tug at the leash. "Uh, yeah hi." The guy smiled. He was about six foot, blue eyes that were to die for and curly brown hair. Kennedy thought to herself. "Are you from around here?" He smiled. "Actually no, I'm from northwest of here." Kennedy nodded. "Interesting." "You, where are you from?" "Canada." Kennedy blushed. "Yeah, me too." The guy perked up. "Which province?" "Ontario." Kennedy was practically glowing. "Right again. I'm from Toronto." The guy was smiling so hard, his cheeks were beginning to hurt. "I was living in Montreal but I've lived most of my life in London. Kennedy smiled. "Oh by the way, I'm Alex Kennedy." She extended her right hand. "I'm Paul Westfeld." His blue eyes melted Kennedy's heart. "It's nice to meet you." "Yeah, me too." She blushed. Brodi was really tugging at the leash to go after Paul's dog. "Brodi, down." She gave it one stern tug and the cat retreated. "Well I should apologize, Wellington here is a chicken." Paul smiled as Wellington hid behind him. "Come on Duke, be nice." "Duke?" Kennedy asked. "Oh wait, I get it. Duke of Wellington." Paul smiled. "I take it that Brodi was named after the character on seaQuest DSV." "Yeah." They both laughed as Brodi tried to get closer and closer to Wellington, who was scared stiff. "I meant to ask, do you live around here?" Paul looked hopeful. "Actually I just got a great job here." Kennedy bent down and picked up her hissing cat. "I'm staying with a friend for the time being, but I'd really prefer to find my own place." "I know what you mean." Paul reached out and rubbed Brodi's head. "I just found a place but the taxes are killing me. I didn't know that the taxes were so different then in Toronto." "Tell me about it. I rather deal with the GST and Canadian winters then live here with all of this election BS." Kennedy giggled. "I'd take seven months of winter then the America politics any of the week!" Paul chuckled. Kennedy thought. "Well I better get going, I have find a place before the person I'm staying with decides to shoot my cat." Paul laughed. "It's been so long since I've heard true Canadian sarcasm." "Kennedy's the name, sarcasm's the game." "Well Alex, do you want some help?" Paul's eyes lit up with excitement from the chance to see Kennedy again. Kennedy nodded. "Sure." Paul reached into his pocket and dug out a pen. "Here." He wrote his phone number on the back of chunk of paper. "Give me a call this afternoon, and I'll be glad to help you look." "Thanks!" Kennedy's eyes were as big as flying saucers. "Well I better get going, or I'll never hear the end of it from the thing." "Yeah me too." Paul laughed as he felt Wellington tug at his arm. "Well I'll be seeing you around." Kennedy's left eyebrow rose. Paul watched Kennedy wander down the street before heading back to his loft, three blocks away. * * * * * * * Kennedy opened the door to Scully's apartment as Brodi headed straight for the kitchen. "So you've finally returned." Scully said as she wandered out of the kitchen. "Yes I have." Kennedy dropped the leash on a nearby table as she grabbed a coke from Scully's fridge. Her smile was as wide as the Atlantic Ocean. "Okay, what gives?" "What do you mean?" Kennedy sat down on a chair beside the couch. "Oh, I don't know, maybe it's the fact that you're on the verge of drooling or the death grip you have on that the piece of paper in your left hand." Scully smiled as she sat down on her couch. "Oh, this? It's nothing." Kennedy took a sip her coke. "Right, and the New York Jets will win the Super Bowl." Scully smiled. "Spill." "Do you want the long or the short of it." Kennedy giggled. "No pun intended." Scully glared. "The Reader's Digest version please." "Okay, I was taking Brodi for a walk when I met a man-" "What do you mean you met a man?" She gasped. "I mean, I... met... a... man..." Kennedy repeated slowly. "Come Red, grade six Phys. Ed." "I know that, I'm a doctor." Scully frowned. "Well you don't seem to be." She paused. "Oh right, your patients are all dead." "Hey! I work with Mulder." "Yeah and?" Kennedy curled her legs up under her. "He's a man." The red head's temper was beginning to soar. "By who's standards." Scully's face was turning red. "Whatever gave you that idea?" "I have my sources." Kennedy laughed. "Not mentioning any specific bald-headed uncles." Scully looked at her. "You know Patrick Stewart?" "What the hell are you talking about, Scully." Kennedy to put her drink down. "Are we're on the same wave length or have you been on Mulder's?" "WHAT!?!" "Whoa, that came out *really* wrong. But... Have you?" The Morpher leaned forward in anticipation of Scully's reply. "No... Yes... Well for the record he has spent the night in my bed... Several times..." "Wait a minute, back the hormonal truck up, there. Were you there? Were you clothed?" Kennedy stopped. "No wait, forget my last sentence. I don't want to know." "Awe, come on. I can see it in your face, you want details." Scully teased. "I do not." Kennedy's fists hit the arms of the chair in protest. "He really has soft..." "I'm not listening." Kennedy put her fingers in her ears. "...sensitive skin." "La la la la." She sang, hoping to not hear Scully. "He likes to role play, you know." "Warning! Warning! Too much information given." The brunette replied in a robotic tone. "Must... get... mind... out of gutter..." "And the toys..." Scully was beginning to enjoy this. "Talk about a collection..." "I am slowly going crazy-" "His stamina..." Scully giggled. "1 2 3 4 5 6..." "Once, twice, three times... And that was during the first hour." "SWITCH! Crazy going slowly am I-" "That man is so limber that he makes Carrie Strug look like Bob Dole." Scully was laughing now. "Disturbing mental picture!! Disturbing mental picture!!! I *need* therapy!!! MUST GET THERAPY!!" "I'll call Mulder." Scully reached for her cordless. "No, no, no, no, I need a real doctor." Kennedy's arms were waving in the air. "Oh, that was low... I liked it." Scully laughed. "I'll have to remember that." * * * * * * * After dinner... "Hello?" "Scully, it's me. Kennedy around?" Mulder asked as he madly typed away on his lap top. "Hold on." Scully replied. "Hey Morpher, Meathead's on the line." "What does he want?" Kennedy yelled from the bedroom. "Meat-- I mean Mulder... why are you phoning?" Scully asked as she walked toward the bedroom. "Tell Kennedy that I found her a place." Mulder told his partner. "Sure." Scully knocked on the bedroom door. "He's got a place for you?" "Where?" "Mulder, where?" Scully asked. "Laurel, Maryland. Tell her it's a loft." Replied Mulder. "Kennedy, it's a loft." "Cool." Kennedy opened the door to a startled Scully. "When can I see it." "The morning, Mulder's says." * * * * * * * Kennedy carefully checked and rechecked the apartment building's number. In the back of her mind, she felt that she could possibly be being setup for some prank after what she did to Scully and Mulder during their first case. She raced up the stairs to the seventh floor where the loft was. As she rounded the corner, she bumped into a woman about her own age. "Oh, I'm sorry." "It's nothing." The woman replied. "Could you tell me where apartment seven-thirteen is?" Kennedy asked/ The woman stepped back for a second. "You must be the friend of Mulder's who just joined the Bureau." "Yeah, how did you know?" Kennedy was interested in how she knew Meathead. "I'm Devon Henley. I work in Admin." Devon put out her hand. "Oh. I'm Alexandra Kennedy, former-Mountie-turned-Fibbie." Kennedy shook her hand. "Come on, my roommate's currently away on business, he wants me to show you around." "Okay, I guess." Kennedy followed Devon into the loft. The loft was very spacious and open, much to Kennedy's liking. She thought as Devon showed her the kitchen and dining area. There was a kitchen and the bedroom along the one width, and the opposite side had a massive bathroom and a second bedroom. Upstairs there was a computer room, bathroom and spare bedroom/storage room. Along the wall opposite the door, there was a fire place and a mini living room with a stereo system that included a large screen television, CD player, VCR and massive speakers. There was a foozball table off to the side of it. "This place takes some getting used to but once you have, you'll wonder how you could ever live in a cramp place again." Devon smiled as she showed her the balcony. "What a find." Kennedy mumbled as she looked out from the balcony on to the nearby park. "I know." Devon smiled. "You're bedroom is on the east side and my roommate's is on the west side. It's kind of like living in two separate apartments." "Now I'm confused, I was told that someone was moving out or getting married?" Kennedy looked at her. "I'm not surprised, Mulder never tells anyone the entire truth. You'll be moving into my room." "Oh." "Don't worry, it's not that. I'm getting married and moving to the west coast." Devon smiled as she showed Kennedy the upstairs area. The rest of the apartment was just what Kennedy wanted in an apartment. There was plenty of room for her cat plus it made her feel kind of like home with the various pictures of the Canadian Rockies and the Muskoka region in Central Ontario. * * * * * * * Kennedy decided to move into the loft with Devon's roommate, Deep Blue, the only name she was told. Kennedy was able to get the rest of her stuff that was sitting in storage back in London, Ont., sent to DC. The problem was getting half of it through customs then to the apartment loft. Scully rented a truck and helped the Morpher get her stuff from the DC airport to the apartment building with little problem, it was getting it up to the loft... The two had managed to get most of it up to the loft until they went to move in Kennedy's queen sized bed. They had gotten the bed frame in easily, mainly because the thing had come in pieces but the door way into the loft was too small for the bed. "What if we left if out here until we can call the super." Scully sighed as she leaned against the wall. "Good one Scully, it's after one a.m." Kennedy replied. "You think we can get the other door open?" Scully shrugged. "Maybe. Does it open from the inside?" Kennedy felt around the inside of the door until she found the latch on the top of the frame. "Bingo." The door opened and the women got the bed inside along with the few remaining boxes. "I better get going." Scully yawned as she walked toward the front door. "Call you in the morning." "Don't be silly. You can crash here. Devon's away at her fiancé's and the roommate won't be back until the day after tomorrow." Kennedy told her as she rubbed her soar back. "Fine." Scully mumbled as she dozed off on the couch. "Night Scully." Kennedy replied as she grabbed a blanket and pillow and crashed on the top mattress of her bed. She thought as she fell asleep and Brodi curled up beside her. * * * * * * * Kennedy was the first to wake in the morning, mainly because Brodi was licking her cheek. "Alright cat, I'll take you for a walk." She muttered as she stretched and felt her joints crack. Scully stirred but didn't waken. Kennedy saw this and dumped her cat on Scully's chest. "Lick her face, old man." Brodi did and Scully jumped when she felt the brown tabby licking her face. "I'm up, just get this furball off of me!" Kennedy smiled and wandered into the kitchen to make coffee. "Come Scully, we've got a lot of work to do." "Pardon me? I only agreed to move you, not to unpack. Besides, I'm supposed to be at work right now." "Uncle Walt will understand." Kennedy returned with two cups of instant coffee. "If Mulder has a problem with you being late, tell him he can answer to me. I'll straighten him out." "I'm quoting you on that." Scully smiled as she drank the really bad coffee. "But I really have to go, there's going to be a mountain of paperwork waiting from me in my office along with a stack of autopsies to do. I'll call you later tonight to see of you're settled in. Bye." Scully told her as she raced out of the loft. "Sure." Kennedy shrugged as she noticed how silent it was in the loft. She wandered into her bag and dug out one of her favourite CD's, The Northern Pikes' "Gig." "If in doubt, play the Pikes." She told herself as she began to make up her bed and unpack. * * * * * * * Kennedy had gotten everything unpacked and put away. She was making her last trip down to the basement to recycle the moving boxes when her cat, Brodi demanded to go for a walk. Kennedy decided that she too needed some fresh air so they headed for the park nearby. As they entered the lobby, Kennedy got the strangest feeling that she was being followed. She turned around several times to see if someone was behind her, but there was no one. Kennedy grabbed her cat and made a mad dash toward the elevator. When she was in it she hit the button for the floor above her's and decided that if she was being followed, she could led whomever on a wild goose chase around the building. Kennedy raced down the stairs and headed for the loft directly. In the back of her mind, she knew that it was just her mind pulling tricks on her about being followed, but on the other hand, she didn't want to stick around to find out the truth. As she entered the loft and shut the door, the elevator doors opened and someone walked out. That was enough for Kennedy to put her over the edge, she put her cat in her room, shut the door and dimmed all the lights. Grabbing her Glock from the drawer, Kennedy checked the clip then hid behind the door, just in time as someone fiddled with the lock. The intruder finally got the lock unlocked on the third try. He muttered something as he fell down the three steps on the landing from the front door... Kennedy cocked her gun and turned the turned on enough lights so she could see where she was going. "Hold it right there." The intruder, dressed in a black trench coat with a navy suit underneath dropped his scatchel and slowly turned to face Kennedy. "Alright, there's no need to get all hysterical." "That's what I would say to you." Kennedy motioned for the man to take a seat in the wooden chair she placed in the centre of the room. "Keep your hands up where I can see them:" The man moved swiftly to the chair and sat down. "Look, take what you want, just don't do anything stupid." "Gees, you've watched a lot of police movies." Kennedy handcuffed his hands to the chair behind him. "Now, what are you doing here?" The man didn't do anything at first but he sensed Kennedy's gun and began to speak. "I live here." Kennedy rolled her eyes and grabbed the cordless from the kitchen. She dialed Scully's number and tapped her foot until she heard the familiar voice. "I need your help... it's kind of urgent." When he heard her hang up the phone, the man turned his head enough to see her out of his peripheral vision. "Calling your buddies?" The man asked. "No." Kennedy replied, she couldn't stand all of his questions. "Look, what is your name?" "Westfeld..." He looked at her. "Paul Westfeld." Kennedy's eyes nearly popped when she recognized the name. "Paul?" Kennedy flicked on the lights. "Alex?" Paul looked at her. "Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod..." Kennedy raced over to where Paul was and undid the handcuffs. "I'm so sorry, Paul." "Alex, could you tell me why you are here? How did you get in?" Paul rubbed the area where the handcuffs rubbed. Kennedy blushed hard. "I guess you haven't spoken to Devon lately, but she had to moved out earlier then planned." "And you moved in." "Yes, I hope that wasn't a problem, but from what Devon told me, if I didn't move in, you'd loose place." Kennedy opened the door to her bedroom and watched Brodi fly out of the room. "I see you brought your cat with you." Paul chuckled as Brodi made a bee-line to him. "Hey puss." "Uh I wouldn't do that if I were you..." Kennedy watched as Paul reached down to pick up the cat. "Why what's the problem?" Brodi began to purr and rub against Paul's chin. "He seems to like me." "Yeah he does..." She thought. "He's pretty particular on who gives him attention. You should have seem him with my late partner, Ian Tibbs." "Oh I'm sorry." Paul sounded sincere. "About your partner, but why does he not like others?" "Mind if I tell you over dinner?" Kennedy checked on the casserole. * * * * * * * "That was a great dinner. Where did you learn how to cook?" Paul asked as he finished up washing the dishes. "My step-mother told me that I had to learn some sort of trade, cooking was the only thing that I couldn't ruin." "I'll have to remember that." Paul smiled. "You can cook and I'll do the laundry." "Deal." Kennedy stretched out a hand and Paul shook it with his soapy one. "I noticed you had a foozball table over there, care for a game?" "I should warn you that I'm pretty good." Paul blushed. Kennedy grinned. "I'll take that as a challenge, the loser does the dishes for a month?" "You're on." * * * * * * * 9:20 P.M. "I'm up eight to four, face it you're never gonna win." Paul teased. Kennedy looked at him in the eyes. "Is that a fact?" She flicked her wrist and watched the white ball sail into Paul's goal. "Five more and I win." "We'll see." Paul boasted as he scored. "One more and I win." "Not if I can help it." Kennedy's eyes flashed of fire as she battled back to get four more goals. "We're all tied up, Paully, I hope you like dish pan hands 'cause you're gonna have them till Hallowe'en!" Kennedy scored after many tries on goal. "Can the winner at least afford a pair of gloves for the loser?" "I'll think about it." Kennedy laughed as she scored the winning goal. "Who's that?" Paul asked as he walked toward the door, Wellington his dog was at his feet. "I dunno." Kennedy flicked on the television and surfed until she found NBC. "It's time for "Caroline," loose 'em." "Right." Paul opened the door. "Uh hi?" Mulder and Scully looked at Paul then at the number on the door. "Oh sorry, we're looking for Alexandra Kennedy, we must have the wrong place." Mulder told him as Scully turned to leave. "No, you have the right place." Paul turned and yelled inside. "Alex, you expecting anyone? Got a little red imp and a lanky fool here." Kennedy wandered over towards the door. After seeing who was at the door, Kennedy nodded. "Yeah, it's the Odd Couple. Their friends of mine." "I am not an imp!" Scully told Paul as she stared him straight in the eye, only because Paul was standing below her. "Close enough." Paul chuckled. Kennedy laughed at Scully's growing temper. "Down Scully." She turned to her roommate. "Paul this is Mulder and Scully, a.k.a. trouble squared." Paul nodded. "Now I remember who you two are. So what brings you two to Laurel?" "Scully- owe!" Mulder rubbed his ribs where Scully had just elbowed him. "We just came to see how you two were getting along." "More like you wanted to know if there was any blood spilt yet?" Kennedy teased as she went back to where Brodi was stretched out on the couch. "Scully, you're just in time for Malcom." "Thank God, I haven't missed it." Scully raced over and sat down beside Kennedy. "You never know with Mulder's sense of direction and timing." "Mine isn't that bad." Kennedy and Scully both began to laugh. "Right Mulder, you plan to get lost on every case." Scully teased. Mulder just rolled his eyes. "So what do you do, Paul?" "I'm a specialist for Canadian company that's merging with one down here." Paul smiled. "If you three don't mind, I'm off to do paperwork." "Don't sound so enthused about it Paul." Kennedy laughed as the "Caroline in the City" theme played on the television. "We'll come and bug you in a half hour." "Sure." Paul retreated up the stairs to his den and shut the door. "Mulder, while you're up, can you grab us some cokes from the kitchen?" Kennedy asked as she and Scully watched Malcom Gets and Lea Thomspon argue on the television. "Sure... fine... whatever..." Mulder took off his trench coat and wandered into the kitchen. "Scully did you want one?" "Oh so nice of you to ask." His partner replied. "So what's it like living with Paul?" "I can't complain, he does the laundry and dishes. Betch ya you don't even have Mulder that trained." "However did you guess?" Scully laughed. "I've been trying for four years to get Mulder a little house trained... it's a losing battle." "What's a losing battle?" Mulder asked as he reappeared carrying three drinks. "Oh nothing." Scully looked at Kennedy and giggled. * * * * * * * 11:15 P.M. "Well it's been great to have you over but I'm dead on my feet." Kennedy hinted. "Oh right, come on Mulder." Scully picked up the hint and tugged at her partner's arm. "It was nice to meet you Paul." Scully smiled. "Yeah, you too." Paul helped Scully with her coat as Kennedy and Mulder finished up their game of foozball. "Look Mulder, there's no way you're gonna win." "I know." He winced. "It's just a theory I wanted to prove." "Like the mystery of the horny beast?" Scully asked as she watched Kennedy score the winning goal. "Thanks for the practice Mulder." Kennedy laughed as she racked up another win. "That win makes what... four tonight against you?" Paul smiled. "And about four points that he scored over the night." "Technicalities, technicalities, next time, you'll be the one who'll score few and lose more." Mulder told the Morpher. "Can I quote you on that? It'll be nice to beat such an easy opponent." Kennedy held open the door for the partners. * * * * * * * The next morning... Paul stumbled into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes. "Off to work?" Kennedy placed her dishes in the sink. "Yeah, I've got a stack of paperwork to do plus I have a meeting with Uncle Walt." "Only you could work for an American company and have your uncle as your boss." Paul poured himself a mug of coffee. " "Well, it would be worse if I had to give up my Canadian citizenship." Kennedy slipped on her coat. "Now that wouldn't be a pretty picture." "Tell me about it, I get hassled about it constantly." Paul chuckled. "Are you going to pick up dinner?" Kennedy looked at the calendar. "Yeah, I'll grab dinner. Italian or McPigs?" "Pasta if it isn't a problem." Paul smiled. "Okay," she held out her hand toward him. "But I'll need some money to pay for it." "I thought you had money." Paul muttered as he dug out his wallet from his jacket pocket. "I did, until an unmentionable cat needed special flea shampoo." Kennedy turned to see Brodi appear from her room. "That reminds me, he needs a bath tonight." Brodi heard the word "bath" and disappeared upstairs. "Chicken," she muttered. "If I don't return by midnight... call Scully and nag her." "Sure thing, what's with the worrying?" "Put it this way, ten bucks says that I have to join the Odd Couple on a case." Kennedy smiled as she walked out the door. ======== The End... ======== 01/08/96 ======== Okay the ending sucks... but then again, I doubt I'll post this one!