Title:  Oh What A Night

Author:  Jaz

Rating:  NC-17

Classification: SRH

Spoilers:  Three of a Kind and The Blessing Way

Keywords:  S/K

Summary:  What if Krycek had managed to find Scully in that 
hotel lobby instead of Frohike?

Other notes:  This is my very first attempt at smut.  
Please be gentle with the feedback though I'd enjoy and 
appreciate any constructive criticism.

Feedback to:  psycho_xphilegirl@yahoo.com

And without further adieu, on with the show!

Oh What a Night

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.  I am SUCH a dead man.

I am a dead man, I am a dead man, I am a dead man, I chant 
to myself as I lay stiffly in the overstarched sheets of 
the king sized bed.  I shouldn't feel this way.  I'm lying 
in a beautiful hotel room, courtesy of Mr.  Adam Finx's 
credit card, though that's probably not his real name, in 
beautiful Las Vegas, Nevada.  Ok, granted Las Vegas is a 
little showy for my tastes, but the fact that I'm not in 
bed alone should more than make up for it.

That's the problem: WHO I'm in bed with.

I look down at said problem, lying in my arms, head rested 
on my shoulder.  It's almost funny how scared I am of this 
tiny little redhead.  And I'd laugh, if I weren't 
absolutely positive that this would wake her up and she'd 
kick my ass.  Hence my "I am a dead man" mantra.

I should probably start at the beginning.

* * *

It started out innocently enough.  Why does everything 
complicated seem to start like that?  I was supposed to 
arrive in Las Vegas, where, coincidentally, there were 
several men in black arriving for their annual ego-boosting 
meeting.  Bunch of bureaucrats sitting around and 
attempting to make themselves look cool.  Some things just 
don't change from high school, I guess.  My bosses 
suspected that a Mr.  Donald Barquey was withholding 
information that they had asked him for.  They believed 
that Mr.  Barquey was planning to make a big splash during 
his panel seminar tomorrow afternoon.  My job was to check 
his hotel room and see if this was actually the case.  What 
my bosses didn't understand was that Mr.  Barquey couldn't 
figure out how to fuck his wife if he didn't have color-
coded instructions in front of him.  A sad case, really.

Yeah, I know.  I've slipped pretty low on the totem pole of 
the world.  Breaking into a moron's hotel room to prove 
something I already knew.  Just another day in the shadowy 
life of Alex Krycek.

Well, I broke into Mr.  Barquey's hotel room, searched it, 
found the notes for his speech that afternoon and some 
other things I really did not need to find.  The idea of a 
three hundred pound man having sex with a Las Vegas hooker 
is enough to make me shudder.

So now I'm sitting at the overpriced bar, staring into 
space, wondering how much lower I can go on the totem pole 
of the Syndicate.  Short of cleaning toilets, I can't think 
of anything else lower they could make me do.

I don't even look at the drink in front of me before I down 
it and set the glass back on the table.  The bartender must 
have seen my feelings written on my face because she hadn't 
even set the bottle down.  She just refilled the glass and 
then turned away again.  I toy with this one a little 
longer before I down it in one large swallow again.

Looking around, I decide that getting drunk with a bunch of 
blue-haired old ladies and self-important suits is not my 
thing and throw some bills onto the counter.  I am heading 
out the door, probably for another identical casino, when I 
run into a throng of men.  Not just any men, either.  
Testosterone enhanced, drooling men.  Not really 
interested, I start to side step them, when the object of 
their attentions lets out a laugh.  The full throaty laugh 
was somewhat familiar even though I'm sure I've never heard 
it before.

And I freeze.  It can't be.

Inconspicuously elbowing my way into the crowd, I see that 
it is.  There, sitting on an overstuffed couch like a queen 
holding court, is Special Agent Dana Scully.  Flirting.  
With lots of men.  At once.

Curious.

I push in a bit further to get a closer look.  She is 
either incredibly drunk or incredibly stoned.  Possibly 
both.  She's laughing loudly at something the man perched 
on the arm of her couch whispered to her.  Considering he's 
one of the men attending the conference, it probably wasn't 
all that funny.  I'm going to go with drunk.

Curiouser and curiouser.

At this moment, she decides to take inventory of her 
admirers.  Her eyes stop on me, and her eyes widen in 
recognition.

I'm a dead man.

I'm already starting to turn and run out the door, when she 
smiles broadly and stretches her arms out to me, wiggling 
her fingertips.  "Krycek!"

Ummm...  What the hell is going on here?

"Uh, um, hi Scully," I manage, not quite sure how to react.

"Oh stop it Alex, I'm not the one who wants to kill you 
every time I see you."

Oh right.  I have you confused with the other woman whose 
sister was killed because I thought she was you.  Happens 
all the time.  Thanks for clearing it up though.

The man who was whispering to her earlier starts staring me 
down, thinking he can scare me off.  Yeah.  I'm scared.  I 
stalk over to him, stopping only when I'm so close there's 
no way for him to stand up.  I hover over him for a few 
seconds, fixing him with my angriest glare until I hear him 
swallow loudly.  I then step back and let him scurry away 
without even saying goodbye.

Scully watches him go with a small pout, then turns back to 
me.  "Whatcha do that for, Krycek?  He was kinda cute."

I shrug noncommittally and then turn to the other men 
behind me.  Apparently, my arrival on the scene reminded 
them of the wedding bands on their fingers because they 
scattered within seconds.

Scully frowns at the sudden loss of attention and waves 
sadly at one guy who looked back at her.  I turn and look 
at him, and he flees.  That must've been a worse glare then 
I had intended.  I was going for irritated, not pissed off 
and out for blood.  Oops.  I return my attentions to my 
clearly intoxicated charge for the evening and crouch down 
in front of her.  "Scully, why are you here?"

She pouts.  "Mulder called me."

Oh shit.  "Mulder's here?  Where?"

Scully's eyes widen innocently and she shrugs.  "Dunno.  
Haven't seen him since I got here."

Great.  A renegade Mulder and a drunk Scully.  This is 
shaping up to be a wonderful evening.  "All right.  Let me 
take you back to your room," I say, grabbing one of her 
hands and pulling her to her feet.

"I don't wanna!"  she cries out, pulling against me.  "I 
like it down here!"

"Scully, you're drunk."

"Am not," she says, straightening and trying to compose her 
face.  She manages it for a few seconds, just long enough 
to say, "Cross my heart."  Then she makes a sloppy X across 
her chest and collapses into giggles again, flopping onto 
the couch.  The unexpected movement pulls me off balance 
and I stumble, then fall onto her.

Our faces nearly touch and her giggles end suddenly, 
replaced by a smoldering look that makes me want to 
spontaneously combust.

Oh dear God.  Dana Scully wants me.

I start to pull away from her when she wraps her hand 
around the back of my head and pulls it down.  Before I can 
react, I find myself kissing her.  I am kissing Dana 
Scully.  Oh God this feels wonderful.  Her tongue works its 
way into my mouth and starts exploring.  No other word for 
it.  And it's amazing.

Finally, I manage to break the kiss and pull back.  Her 
eyes are dark and full of desire.  Somehow, another button 
on her blouse has come undone, showing a fine bit of 
cleavage to anyone interested.  I seem to have lost all 
power of speech, and it takes me several tries before I'm 
able to rasp out a single word.  "Upstairs."

Scully seems to agree because she all but shoves me off her 
and stands up.  Luckily, I'm already standing because she 
stumbles almost immediately and falls onto me again.  Her 
hand slides down my chest and disappears between our 
bodies.  I find it again when she firmly squeezes my 
crotch.

I'll be lucky if I make it upstairs.

We stumble over to the elevator banks and while we're 
waiting, Scully slams me up against the wall, giving me 
another hard kiss to pass the time.  I groan into her 
mouth, wanting nothing more than to take her right there.

The elevator next to us dings and opens.  Oh fuck.  It's 
Mulder's three friends.  I turn my back to them, turning 
Scully with me, and kiss her again.  The last thing I need 
is a report to Mulder about this.  Two of them just ignore 
us, but a third is staring over my shoulder trying to get a 
better look at Scully.  I hover over her as much as 
possible, trying not to let him see her.  Finally, one of 
the two others calls out to him.  "Hey, you coming?"

He sounds hesitant, but turns away.  "Yeah, coming."

They walk away and we saunter into the elevator undetected.  
As the doors slide shut, I breathe a sigh of relief.  It 
doesn't last long though.  Scully is on me like an animal, 
pulling at my shirt from all angles, trying to get a better 
feel for my chest and back.  Finally, I manage to grab hold 
of her arms and push them to her sides.  "Just a few more 
minutes," I remind her.  She pouts but seems to find it a 
satisfactory response.

The elevator doors open on my floor and I hurry down the 
hall.  Well, as fast as I can with a 5'2" appendage 
attached to my right side.  Then I try to unlock the door.  
Quite the feat when said appendage is trying to fit her 
hands down the front of my pants and is nibbling my neck at 
the same time.  How'd she get so good at multi-tasking?

The door finally opens and we tumble into the room and land 
on a heap in front of the bathroom.  I kick the door closed 
with my foot as I start pulling at Scully's shirt buttons.  
The only thought running through my mind is, Must see more 
cleavage.  Must see breasts.

Scully had other plans.  She wriggles out from under me and 
scrambles to her feet.  With a giggle she dashes into the 
center of the room and jumps onto the bed.

"I win!"  she cries out.  "What's my prize, Alex?"

I stand up and walk over to the bed.  "This," I growl and 
wrap my hand in her hair.  I firmly pull her head back so 
she is looking straight up at me.  She gasps, and her eyes 
darken.  I kiss her again, letting my tongue slowly massage 
hers until she starts reaching for more.  Then I pull away 
and she pouts at me.

God, I could die a happy man now.

"And this," I add as I lower my mouth to the tendons on her 
neck, letting go of her hair.  "And this," as I kiss her 
shoulder, pulling at some more buttons on her shirt.  It 
opens and I push it off her shoulders.  "And this," I 
whisper, fingering her bra before I kiss her right where it 
begins to cover her breast.

I misjudged.  I thought Scully would want something a 
little more romantic, something along the lines of a 
seduction, but I was wrong.  I feel her hands on my wrist 
and before I know it, I'm lying flat on my back as Scully 
kneels over me.  My hand and prosthetic are pushing into 
the mattress, locked in place by Scully's tiny hands.  I 
could easily pull myself out of this, but I don't.  Yet.

"I'm not interested in slow and easy tonight, Krycek," 
Scully informs me as she settles her crotch down right 
below mine.  With that, she lets go of me and pulls on the 
buttons of my shirt, freeing me in record time.  "Off," she 
orders.  Happy to oblige, I sit up and push the offending 
garment off my shoulders and throw it onto the floor.  She 
smiles approvingly and runs her hands up and down my chest.

"Beautiful," she murmurs.  She bends down, hair forming a 
curtain around her face, and traces patterns around my 
chest with her tongue.  I groan and reach for her.  Her 
hand grabs me by the wrist and guides me to her breast.  I 
massage it as she continues making her way across my chest.  
Suddenly she nibbles at a nipple and I yelp in surprise.

That was not cool, Agent Scully, I think, as I push myself 
up and grab at her shirt.  I yank it off her and almost 
take her arm with it.  With a half-smile, Scully reaches 
behind herself and unhooks her bra.  With a shrug, it 
slides off her shoulders and falls in front of her.  I let 
my gaze lazily roll from the bra to her crotch, then slowly 
up her stomach and to her breasts.

Perfect.  No other word for it.

I reach over and take one breast in my hand.  She arches 
her back and leans further into my touch.  I bend my head 
down and take the other in my mouth, suckling.  Scully 
groans and arches her back even further.

I feel her hands wrap themselves around my back and grab 
hold tightly.  "More," she moans.  I switch breasts, and 
start sucking on the other, while reaching down with my 
hand to unzip her pants.  I let go of her breast and pull 
at her pants.  She helps me out by undulating her hips.  
How can this woman make a mundane action like taking off 
her pants sexier than hell?

When she's free of both her pants and panties, I reach for 
her again, but she pulls out of my grasp and stands up.  
She crooks her finger at me, and I crawl off the bed, 
unsure of what she has planned next.

She stands toe to toe with me as she pulls at my fly.  
Freed of its constrictions, my cock springs out of my 
boxers.  Scully looks down at it for a moment, then turns 
back up to me with a huge shit-eating grin on her face.  I 
can't help it; I smile back at her.

I look down to see that her hands kept moving even while 
she had me entranced.  My pants and boxers are puddled at 
my feet, and I pull off my boots to be freed of all my 
clothing.

As I watch, I see Scully's hand reach between our bodies 
again and grab at my cock.  She grabs hold of it right by 
the base and pulls her hand up slowly, making me gasp for 
control.  "Scuh-Scully," I groan.  "Oh God."  Nothing else 
seems to make it past my vocal cords.

"You like that?"  She asks.  What a question.  I shake 
myself out of my reverie and decide to take control of the 
situation again.  Funny how I seem to lose it every time I 
think I have a handle on things.

I reach over and grab her around the waist, pulling her 
towards me.  She hesitates for a half-second, then lets 
herself be led.  I kiss her flat stomach, letting my tongue 
dart into her bellybutton quickly.  Her back arches and she 
leans her pelvis into me.

"Dammit, Alex," Scully growls.  "I'm already horny.  Stop 
playing around."  Just to prove her point, she attempts to 
grind her pelvis against my chest.  I back away and look at 
her.  God, the sexual desire is dripping off of her.  
Thankful she's in my room and not back out on the casino 
floor, I pull and twist with my hand and throw her onto the 
bed.  She lands awkwardly on her side, but recovers quickly 
and attempts to sit up.  I push her back against the 
pillows until she's lying on her back.

"Krycek, what are you- ohhhh," the rest of her question is 
swallowed up in a moan as my fingers find her clit.  She 
squirms at my touch and I smile up at her before lowering 
my head to meet my hand.

I'm not exactly a pro at oral sex.  Being constantly on the 
run doesn't offer me a lot of time to meet women.  When I 
do end up in bed with one, it's usually a pay-by-the-hour 
deal, and I'd rather hurry up and get it over with.

But I am practiced enough in this art that I can do more 
than just spell out the alphabet to get a woman off.  My 
tongue does a dance around her clit, touching every part of 
the juncture between her thighs except where she wants it.  
She's going nuts.  I can hear it.  In between the moans and 
pants I hear words that I would never expect to hear coming 
out of Agent Scully's professional mouth.

I finish the cha-cha and begin a slow sultry tango.  Scully 
moans and her hips buck up at me.  I don't move out of the 
way fast enough and her pubic bone gets me in the nose.

Enough of that, I decide, and place my hands firmly on her 
hips to restrict her movement.  I glance up at her and she 
pouts at me in disappointment, but I shrug and return to 
the task at hand.

Her hands are groping at the bed sheets, clenching and 
releasing fistfuls of the cotton as I continue.  I am 
really enjoying this.  I smile, and this must've changed 
the angle of my tongue and I hit the right spot, because 
she lets out a yell and her hips come flying off the bed 
again.  I back away in time and let my fingers continue the 
ministrations as she orgasms.  Never would have figured 
Scully for a screamer.

As she returns back to herself she smiles dreamily.  "That 
was nice," she murmurs.  Nice?  I think to myself.  That's 
it?

"I'm just getting warmed up," I inform her.  Her smile 
widens, and I realize that's exactly what she wanted to 
hear.  I rise up to my knees and start to crawl up the bed 
towards her, but she stops me with a hand on my shoulder.  
I feel her other hand squeeze my cock firmly, and she pulls 
me into a deep kiss.

She pulls her head away just as her hand does another one 
of those achingly torturous slides up my cock.  I can't 
react to anything but the beautiful feeling she is causing 
in my groin.

The next thing I know, I'm lying on my back and Scully's 
straddling me.  She places her hands on my shoulders and is 
lifting her body above mine.  Slowly she lowers herself 
onto me, and I feel myself sliding into her.

Once I'm inside her, she rests for a second, and I feel her 
inner muscles massaging me rhythmically.  I grab her hips 
and hold her steady as I start thrusting into her.  She 
groans and grabs onto my shoulders tighter, squeezing with 
each of my thrusts.

Suddenly her hands start slapping at mine, and I let go of 
her hips.  I debate keeping the prosthetic there, but then 
let go of her with that too.  She sets the pace again.  
It's maddeningly slow and rhythmic, and I feel like I'm 
going insane.  Looking up at Scully, I see that was her 
plan from the start.

In a surge of emotion, I pull out of her and flip her onto 
her back.  Startled, she doesn't even put up a fight.  I 
mimic her movements, placing my hands on her shoulders 
before thrusting into her violently.

She yells, and I'm afraid I may have hurt her, so I still 
for a second.  But then her hips grind against mine and I 
start moving again.  Her movements match mine and there is 
no sound in the room except our heavy breathing and our 
sweaty bodies slapping together.

I move my prosthetic off her shoulder and brace myself with 
it on the bed next to her side.  With my free hand I reach 
between us and find her clit.  Her eyes widen, indicating I 
found it.  I massage it slowly as I continue to push into 
her.  Her hands wrap themselves around my back and grab on.  
Her hips push up against me, trapping my hand between us.  
On my next thrust, I move my hand a little, and I hit that 
right spot.  Her legs stiffen and she sucks in a deep 
breath, smiling as she realizes what's about to come.  As I 
watch, her eyes roll back into her head and she starts 
bucking uncontrollably.  I can feel her hands scratching at 
my back.  Hissing against the pain, I continue my motions, 
and they seem to fuel her orgasm.  Her inner muscles 
squeeze my cock almost painfully, and I pull back and push 
in once more as I feel the stiffening in my groin.

"Oh God, Scully!"  I scream as I empty into her.  With a 
heavy sigh, I let my penis twitch once more, then go still 
inside her.  I don't pull out right away, but rather just 
rest there and enjoy the feeling.  It's been a while since 
I didn't have to run for my life right after sex.

Suddenly feeling exhausted, I pull out reluctantly and roll 
over onto my back, lying down next to her.  "Scully," I 
begin.  "That was absolutely amazing."

She smiles.  "Yeah, Alex.  It was exactly what I needed."  
Then she giggles again.  Oh yeah.  I forgot.  She's drunk.  
How else would I end up in bed with Dana Scully.  "I feel," 
she continues, "SO much better."  As if to prove her point, 
she rolls onto me and rests her head against my chest.   
She looks up at me with her beautiful blue eyes, sort of 
clouded over, and giggles again.

I run my hand through her hair, stopping suddenly when my 
thumb brushes against something behind her ear.  "Scully, 
what's this?"  I ask, feeling it again with my index 
finger.

"Dunno," she shrugs.

"Let me see."

"I wanna stay like this," she pouts.

"I just need to see it, then we can lie back down, ok?"  I 
feel like I'm talking to a child, but I'm curious now.

Reluctantly, she sits up and turns so I can look at behind 
her left ear.  I pull the hair away to get a better look.  
Sure enough, there was a bump there, as if someone had used 
an injection gun.  I had heard one of those morons talking 
about this.  I let go of her hair and turn her to face me.

"Scully, I need you to answer me a few questions, all 
right?"

She nods, but then shakes her head.  "You said we could lie 
down after that."

Oh yeah.  "Come, lie down," I offer, lying back against the 
pillows.  She plops her head back against my chest, her 
torso on top of my upper arm.  I curl my elbow around and 
wrap my arm around her.  "Good?"  she nods vigorously.  
"Ok, Scully, you swear you didn't have anything to drink 
tonight?"

She yawns, then shakes her head.  "Not a drop.  Cross my-" 
She attempts to make another 'X' across her heart, but ends 
up hitting me in the chin.  She shrugs, and mutters, "I 
promise," before settling back down again.

"I thought so.  Scully, I think you were drugged."  

"I didn' take no drugs," she slurs sleepily.

Crap, she's falling asleep on me.  "Scully, I think someone 
did it without telling you.  I'm not sure what it does, but 
I think that's what caused you to act the way you did 
tonight."  Of course it did you moron, I think to myself.  
Why else would Dana Scully have sex with you?

"Wanned to do it," she mumbles.

"What?"  I ask.

"I-" yawn "Wanted to" another yawn "do it tonight.  No 
drugs," she repeats.

Shit.  I take a moment to process this information.

"Scully," I ask.  "Are you serious?"

No answer.

"Scully?"

I shake her slightly.

Snore.

Shit.  She's asleep.  And she snores.  And I have my arm 
under her.  Maybe I can roll her off of me.  Just push with 
the pectoral muscle, I tell myself.

No such luck.  Scully has a death grip on my sides, and 
she's not gonna be letting go anytime soon.  I try to pry 
her hands off of me, but I can't get the fine grip with the 
prosthetic, and my real hand is stuck at the wrong angle.

So here I lie, a sitting duck, trapped under a woman 
probably weighing less than 100 pounds.  I could probably 
use force, but that'd probably wake her up, and I don't 
have the heart to do it.  You wouldn't either, if you saw 
how peaceful and beautiful she looks right now.

Ok, I'll admit it.  I'm afraid she'll hurt me if I wake her 
up.

I have been toppled by a sleeping woman.  If she hadn't 
just fucked me silly, my ego would be pretty bruised right 
now.

I really hope no one knocks on the door any time in the 
near future.

I am SUCH a dead man.

* * *

I must've passed out, because the next thing I remember is 
pounding on the door.  I kick myself for my stupidity.  Why 
the hell didn't I get out of there when I could?

Scully groans awake, and then mutters, "Oh, shit."  First I 
think it's because she saw me, but then I realize she 
hasn't even opened her eyes yet.  She's got a hell of a 
hangover though, I'd bet.

Luckily she let go of my chest, so I spring out of bed and 
grab my pants.  I yank them on and am zipping them up as I 
head to the door when I hear it.

"What the FUCK is going on?"  She screams angrily, and I 
realize Scully opened her eyes and saw me.

Oh shit.

I check the peephole quickly and see it's one of Mulder's 
friends.  The old pervert.  Well that'll be easy enough to 
deal with.

I turn back to Scully and her murderous glare.

"Uhhhh...  Scully," I begin, then pause, not quite sure how 
to finish.  We just had sex?  No I'm figuring she knows 
that.  You were drugged?  I don't think that'll excuse it.  
I'm sorry?  But I'm not really.

She finishes for me.  "Did we..."  she points to the bed, 
"have sex?"  She manages to look bewildered and angry at 
the same time.  I didn't know that was possible.

I gulp.  Time to face the music.  "Yeah, kinda," I answer 
nervously, unable to look at her.

No response.  I sneak a glance at her and she's staring 
blindly at the covers.

The pounding at the door shatters the silence and she looks 
back up at me.  "Who's at the door?"

"One of Mulder's friends."

"WHAT!?"  She's jumps to her feet and runs to the door.  
Checking the peephole, she turns around and leans up 
against it.  "Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit."

"Scully!"  The voice through the door calls out to us, and 
she jumps slightly at the sound.  "I know you're in there.  
And if that bastard hurt you, we'll kill him."

I grab the final pieces of proof that I was in the room, 
namely the rest of my clothes and my jacket.  I can't see 
my wallet lying around anywhere, so I'm assuming it's in my 
jacket pocket.  I don't have time to check.

I do a quick check of the room to see if there's anywhere I 
can hide.  Under the bed?  Nope, the frame goes down to the 
floor.  Balcony?  No such thing in this room.  In a closet?  
Nope, the stupid little troll will check there without a 
doubt.  Dresser?  Do I look like a fucking contortionist to 
you?

I grab Scully by the arm and pull her towards the bathroom.  
She pulls back, but I caught her by surprise and it's not 
until I have her in the bathroom and the door closed before 
she offers any significant resistance.

"What are you doing, Krycek?"  she hisses angrily.

"Thought I'd be able to get a quickie in before I left, 
what do you think?"  I mutter as I scan the room.  As I 
look up, I see what I was hoping for.  The ceiling is made 
of simple drywall panels.  Ha, ha!  I cry out to myself in 
triumph.

I close the seat of the toilet and stand on it.  I reach up 
to the ceiling and push at one of the panels.  It lifts up 
easily and I'm able to push it over enough to create an 
opening big enough for me to climb into.

Now comes the hard part.  I stand up on the top of the 
toilet, and try to pull myself up into my escape hole, but 
the disadvantage of being one-armed comes back to bite me 
in the butt again.  There's no way for me to gain enough 
leverage by myself to lift myself up almost six feet into 
the ceiling.  Dammit.

I turn back to look down at Scully, who's watching me 
silently.  I can almost hear her counting the seconds it 
will take to get me out of her sight.  In the background, 
the little man keeps pounding on the door and screaming 
about how he's going to kill me.  It's getting kind of 
repetitive.

"Scully," I whisper, "help me up."

She looks puzzled for a second, but then the realization 
dawns on her and she's standing on the seat of the toilet 
and interlocking her hands.  I let her brace herself, which 
is probably pretty tricky standing barefoot on a small 
porcelain stand, and then place my boot in her foothold.

"On three," she says in a low voice.  "One, two, THREE!"  
with a grunt she straightens her body and pushes her hands 
up above her head.  For my part, I grab onto the sides of 
my escape hole and regain my balance as she vaults me out 
of the bathroom and into the space between our ceiling and 
the floor of the next level.

I turn back to lower the drywall back into place when I 
look back at Scully.  She has her hand on the doorknob and 
is ready to go back out into the room.  "Hey, Scully," I 
call down softly.  She turns back to look at me.  "You 
might want to put something on before you answer the door."  
She looks down at her naked body and scowls up at me before 
violently snatching the robe off the hook on the door and 
throwing it on.  I smirk as I move the drywall into place.  
I listen as she answers the door and the man tumbles into 
her.

Though I can't see her anymore, I can hear the first words 
out of her mouth, "Frohike, I was drugged."

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