Title:  A Shared Obsession

Author:  Satina

E-Mail:  bizzzichick@yahoo.com

Website:  http://www.angelfire.com/scifi/xtasy

Rating:  NC-17

Keywords:  Sc/K

Disclaimer:  Sigh...no they aren't mine, at least legally, 
anyway.  Chris Carter thought 'em up so he gets to deprive 
them of love and life as much as tickles his twisted fancy.  
I'm just using them without permission to rid my brain of 
some demented fantasies.

Summary:  Krycek breaks into Scully's apartment to retrieve 
an important file and gets more than he bargained for.

** WARNING **:  This story contains what is essentially 
(though not completely) nonconsensual sex between Krycek 
and Scully.  If that creeps you out, stop reading now.

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He watched her sleep.  She looked even tinier than usual, 
curled up on her side and snuggled deep into the thick 
white comforter.  A physical pain clenched at his heart at 
her situational vulnerability.  Dressed in her severe 
pantsuits with her hair tamed into submission, her stature 
and even her femaleness became very easy to forget.  Truth 
be told, he'd never met a stronger woman and he spent most 
of their brief encounters marvelling in awe of her quiet 
power as she sought to keep a rein on Mulder's adolescent 
physical grandstanding.

Where Mulder wore his emotions (and his excitement?) on his 
face whenever he came in contact with Krycek, Scully 
remained the rational FBI agent, and in fact, had even 
saved Krycek's life when Mulder had totally lost control 
and tried to shoot him once.  Of course, Krycek had no 
illusions about the fact that Scully had been protecting 
Mulder from a double murder charge, but just the same, her 
rigid control even under the most stressful situations was 
a sight he never got used to, and it had caused him more 
than one moment of divided attention when the three of them 
were thrown together.

Krycek sighed and heard the creak of his leather jacket as 
he shifted outside her window.  It wasn't a physical 
attraction Krycek felt for Dana Scully.  That tight control 
was not something he found arousing, just fascinating.  Not 
that she was hard on the eyes in any way; on the contrary, 
her tight little compact frame just begged for large male 
hands to find its hidden soft places.  But her cold, all-
business demeanor left no clues to the woman behind the 
suit, and Krycek could summon little more than vague 
physical images as fantasy material, not having any clue 
what it might be like to see Scully lose control.  He 
suspected that the tight rein she kept on her emotions 
probably kept her from enjoying sex much at all and he felt 
pity for her.  Strength was one thing, but damn.  A person 
had to retain something human in this insane life.  He 
oughta know.

He also was pretty damn sure Mulder had never been cause 
enough for Scully to let her inhibitions down.  He knew 
that Mulder was passionately in love with his intense 
female partner, but he also knew that he was too 
chickenshit to ever let her know it.  Poor Scully.  What 
with her hard as steel self control and her criminally 
sexually insecure partner, she probably wouldn't get laid 
for another five years or more.  Again, Krycek felt pity 
for the girl.  Especially with the temptation she was faced 
with every working day.  Like he said, steel will.

He heard the beat of his own heart for a few more moments 
as he waited to make sure she was deeply asleep before 
pushing off from the wall outside and making his way to her 
front door.  Scully's windows had been gifted with some of 
the strongest security money, the Bureau, and Mulder's 
three stooges could buy, but the locks on her front door, 
although similarly state-of-the-art, were just locks and 
Krycek fished out his little device and set to work.

He felt the last lock give and released a breath he'd been 
holding too long as he felt a drop of perspiration tickle 
the tip of his nose.  He laid his ear against the door, 
listening for any indication that his fumblings had been 
heard, but could discern no sound behind the wood.

He stood, the sound of his leather jacket's creaking the 
only sound in the dead of the hall outside her apartment.  
Silently, slowly, he turned the knob of the door on her 
apartment and pushed it open, stepping inside with the 
quiet grace of a large cat.  Spinning slightly on the heel 
of his boot, he pressed the door closed behind him with a 
quiet >snick<.

He knew the file he had been sent to retrieve was in her 
bedroom, laying on her nightstand where she had dropped it 
and her glasses after sifting through it for more than two 
hours.  He had watched her chew her little bottom lip and 
push the strands of errant hair from her face as she made 
little notes and highlighted important pieces of 
information.  She had arranged the documents from the file 
around her small form neatly, her crossed legs  and pony- 
tailed hair making her look like an overly serious child 
doing homework.

But Krycek knew that the mind dissecting that file was one 
of the sharpest on this planet, and his hands clenched with 
the need to get that information away from it.  But he had 
waited until she finally became exhausted by the intense 
scrutiny and gathered the papers together, placing them 
back into the manilla envelope. She set the file on the 
nightstand, then dropped her little wire frame glasses on 
top of it.  He watched her pad off to the bathroom to take 
care of her nightly bedtime rituals, and his attention had 
been torn between the glimpses of her satin-clad form 
scrubbing the remains of her makeup from her face and the 
coveted file illuminated in the moonlight coming through 
the very window outside which he stood.

He made his way slowly across the apartment to Scully's 
bedroom.  The door was open and he could see the small lump 
that was Scully's body under the coverlet.  He watched it 
for a few seconds, assuring himself that she was indeed 
asleep.  Satisfied, he held his breath and crept into her 
room, his eyes on the folder.

He glanced at the bed and saw just a streak of cinnamon 
where the top of Scully's head peeked out from beneath the 
thick covers.  His attention turned back to the nightstand 
and his hand reached out to remove the glasses from the 
file.  That's when he heard the soft ratcheting click of a 
gun being cocked.

"Step away from the file, Krycek, hands in the air."  
Scully's voice was anything but sleepy as she carefully 
raised herself up in the bed, keeping her gun trained on 
the dark form just inches from her bed.

<Fuck.>  Krycek's air rushed out of his nose in a 
frustrated sigh and he let his eyes close for just an 
instant and turned, raising his hands to chest level.  He 
should have waited longer.  He was so fucked.  "Hey, 
Scully."

"Up against the wall."  Scully's voice was low and 
commanding, in direct contrast to her topknot pony tail and 
skyblue satin pajamas.

As Krycek grudgingly obeyed, he contemplated how he could 
physically overpower her when she came up behind him to 
frisk him and he began to look forward to it, a small smirk 
turning up one corner of his mouth.

That is, if she didn't call Mulder first.  Damn.  That 
could make things very messy very fast.  His eyes darted 
side to side as he listened for the sound of Scully dialing 
the phone.  The sound didn't come.  Instead, he released a 
small sigh of relief as he felt the hard barrel of Scully's 
weapon push roughly into his ribs.

"Put your hands on the wall and spread your legs, Krycek."  
He did as he was told, chewing the side of his cheek with a 
bored sigh, waiting for his moment.  "Feet farther back," 
Scully said, backing away to give him room.  Krycek stepped 
his spread feet back further, and then further still at 
another barked command, until he was resting precariously 
off-balance on his toes, supporting his weight with his 
arms and pectoral muscles. Dammit.  That was going to make 
it very hard to get any kind of drop on her.  She knew what 
she was doing, alright.  He felt Scully's little hand begin 
patting him down and he let out a frustrated sigh as she 
very quickly found the gun he had stashed in his pocket, as 
well as the knife in the sheath at his waist.

Wordlessly, she released the clip from his weapon and 
tossed it behind her onto the bed along with the blade.  
Digging her own weapon into his back harder, she quickly 
squatted and felt down his outer and inner thighs, prying 
up the bottoms of his jeans to run her fingers around the 
inside of the top of both boots.  Finding another knife 
tucked in the left one, he heard her small snort of 
satisfaction as she straightened up, holding the small 
blade in her free hand for a moment before throwing it 
behind her onto the bed with the other finds.

"Turn around."  Krycek pushed off the wall, regaining his 
balance and turned around, a look of bored compliance on 
his face.  The sight he met made him feel less than 
masculine, but he reminded himself that despite the fresh-
scrubbed, pony-tailed, five foot two, satin-clad appearance 
of the small woman in front of him, she was as deadly as a 
cottonmouth snake and probably faster.  Definitely more 
pissed.

Still, he couldn't stop his eyes from making the trip from 
her pink toes peeking out from under the blue pajamas, up 
her torso, across a chest heaving from nerves and anger, 
taking in the deep V of her pajama top, which exposed a 
slight swell of breast in its slightly askew state.  His 
gaze travelled over her slightly sweaty face and he fought 
the urge to reach forward and brush away the tendrils of 
hair sticking to the sides of her cheeks as she pursed her 
lips and fought to remain in control of her breathing.  Ah 
Scully.  Always fighting for that control.

"Now what?"  It was Scully who spoke, poking him in the 
abdomen with the barrel of her weapon.  Krycek shrugged, 
only slightly distracted by the slight swaying of her 
breasts under the slippery fabric of the pajama top.  She 
was so close he could smell her now, the scent of lotion 
and freshly scrubbed woman and he found himself breathing a 
little more deeply in an attempt to experience more of it.

Scully's lips remained pursed as she considered her next 
course of action and Krycek considered her body.  Finally 
she stepped back from him, keeping her gun leveled at his 
gut.  "Don't try anything, Krycek.  I have no problem with 
putting a hole in your stomach."  Krycek knew the truth of 
her words and did nothing as he watched her back sideways 
across the room.  Only as he realized her destination did 
the muscles in his chest and arms tense in anticipation.

Her cell phone was clearly visible on the dresser behind 
her and her hand was already reaching back toward it, her 
eyes never leaving Krycek's face.  He waited, not daring to 
breathe as she made her way to the dresser.  He saw his 
chance as she turned her eyes away from him for an instant, 
looking for the phone as her hands patted the top of the 
dresser in back of her.

Krycek covered the distance between them in a heartbeat, 
bringing his arms up under hers, knocking her gun hand up 
and to the side. She cried out but didn't release her 
weapon and he grabbed her wrist and squeezed the small 
bones viciously until she finally dropped it.  He grabbed 
her other wrist at the same time and wrestled her arms down 
to her sides.  His breath left him as her knee came up and 
caught him square in the groin.  He bent over with the pain 
but retained his grip on her wrists, leaning his face away 
from her attempts to drive her knee into it.  He worked her 
arms behind her back and yanked her up against him, holding 
her wrists together with one hand, using the proximity of 
their bodies to protect himself from any more kicking or 
headbutting.

He grabbed the phone from the dresser and dropped it to the 
floor, where he casually smashed it under the heel of his 
boot.  He saw Scully's eyes close in frustration and anger 
as she saw the destruction of her lifeline to Mulder.  The 
action seemed to ignite a new desperation in her as she 
squirmed against him, causing herself obvious pain in her 
efforts to free her arms from his steel grip.

Despite the hot aching throb in his crotch, he enjoyed the 
feeling of her small body sliding against his for a few 
moments.  He looked down into her sweaty, red face, 
wrapping his other arm around her tightly, slightly lifting 
her off the ground.  God she was light.  She felt 
absolutely breakable.

"Easy, Scully.  I don't want to break your arms.  I will if 
I have to, but I really don't want it to come to that."  He 
gazed down into her face, not bothering to hide the smile 
making its way across his face.  He felt her go completely 
still in his arms and his smile faded.  He could feel her 
body tensing and coiling, seeking out a point of weakness 
or a moment of inattention where she could make her bid for 
freedom.  She refused to look at his face, staring straight 
at the black cotton of his T-shirt which was pressed 
against her nose.

He felt the heat of her breath against his chest and his 
nipples tingled and hardened slightly.  For a moment, he 
imagined her small perfect teeth sinking painfully into one 
of them and hoped she didn't pick up on the image with some 
sort of psychic awareness.  But then that was Mulder's 
area, wasn't it?  He shifted under her face a little 
uneasily and put a tiny bit of space between their bodies.

"Where do you keep your cuffs?"

Scully's answering snort made him roll his eyes in 
frustration.  "Dammit, Scully.  I'd really rather do this 
without hurting you.  Now where are the fucking cuffs?"  He 
wrenched her wrists upward behind her painfully and her 
answering gasp of pain both pleased and disturbed him.  She 
still didn't speak.  He reached his free hand up into her 
hair and pulled, raising her face up to look at him.  He 
stared down into her sparking blue eyes and watched as a 
trickle of perspiration made its way down her sternum and 
between the swell of crushed breasts.  He was fascinated 
and thrilled by the way she stared him down, even as he 
held her body almost entirely at his mercy.  He didn't see 
fear in those eyes.  He saw pure rage.  He'd never seen 
this kind of passion in her before and it started putting 
all kinds of nonproductive thoughts in his head.  He stared 
back, feeling his chest swell against hers, feeling her 
heart beat against his own.

He wasn't aware of having made a decision to do it, but the 
next awareness he had was of his mouth descending on hers 
with a ferociousness he'd barely known before.  He didn't 
wait for her acquiescence as his jaw worked against her, 
forcing her mouth open, admitting the entry of his stabbing 
tongue.  He felt his teeth clash with hers as he pushed his 
tongue deeply into her mouth, aware of a hunger and need to 
possess and claim her in a way he was positive Mulder never 
had.  He was dimly aware of her struggling against him and 
trying to keep her mouth closed against his onslaught, but 
his strength far outmatched her and he plundered her mouth 
almost effortlessly, pressing her into the kiss with the 
hand tangled in her hair.

They were standing with the dresser at their side and he 
wanted to let go of her wrists to put his hands on her body 
but didn't dare give her the opportunity.  Never removing 
his mouth from hers, he pushed forward, backing her up 
against the wall tightly.  He finally let go of her wrists 
to immediately drop one hand to work it between her and the 
wall to cup her ass roughly.  He worked his other hand out 
from under her head, now secured between his face and the 
wall, to press it between them, caressing her breast 
firmly.

He was shocked at the small moan that filled his mouth even 
as small hands pushed vainly at his chest.  He felt her 
nipple harden under his rough ministrations.  Surprised, he 
raised his mouth off hers, gasping for air as he pulled 
himself tightly up against her, now rock-hard.  He panted 
into her face even as she breathed hard up into his, still 
pressing hard with her palms against his chest.

"Scully..."  Krycek frowned and blinked, trying to clear 
his head.  Scully's head dipped and she wriggled her hips, 
trying to get free from where she was trapped, his leg 
between hers and hers between his.  Krycek groaned as her 
struggling pressed her lower abdomen hard against his 
erection and he squeezed her ass, grinding her against him, 
ignoring her attempts to escape.  He didn't miss the small 
gasp that escaped her lips as he drove his thigh against 
her crotch, feeling the denim of his jeans slipping against 
the satin of her pajama bottoms.  The fabric was so thin 
that other than the slipping sensation, it felt like there 
was nothing at all between his jeans and her flesh.  He 
could feel the gentle swelling softness of her shape 
against him as well as the heat emanating from her body 
against his.

"Oh Scully..."  He dropped his mouth to her throat and bit 
her gently, feeling his body losing control fast.  He felt 
her go limp beneath him for an instant and he licked his 
bite mark and then fastened his mouth against the column of 
her throat and sucked, a low moan making his lips vibrate 
against her.

The hand on her ass now slipped up and over the soft 
waistband of her pajama bottoms and he vaguely wondered why 
he had wasted time with it on the outside as it slid 
effortlessly down into the loose waistband and encountered 
bare soft flesh.  No panties.  He grunted and squeezed the 
plaint flesh hard and felt her jerk beneath him.  He felt 
an answering small moan tingle where her lips were pressed 
to his chest.  His other hand was now snaking its way up 
beneath her top, and his entire body jolted slightly as his 
hands encountered hot soft bare breast.  "God, Scully!"  
Krycek cried, dizzy with the feeling of naked flesh beneath 
both hands and the sensation of slippery soft sex pressed 
against his hip and thigh.  It felt like she was naked 
beneath him and he felt altogether overdressed for the 
occasion.

But regardless of the reluctant sounds of pleasure he had 
been able to elicit from his victim, he wasn't stupid 
enough to think that if he simply stepped back and took off 
his clothes that she would wait for him to finish then take 
him into her arms and let him lay her on the bed and fuck 
her senseless.  No, he was well aware that, while he would 
not exactly have to rape her, that if he gave her a real 
opportunity to escape she would take it, and use his 
vulnerability against him to bring him down.  He groaned in 
frustration as his body screamed to be buried inside hers.

He'd have to take her up against the wall.  There was just 
no helping that.  Ah well.

The hand underneath her top twisted and pressed down 
between them to his jeans, which he unbuttoned and 
unzipped, then pressed down first one side then the other, 
just enough to free his straining flesh from their 
confines.  He wasn't wearing underwear.  He rarely did.  
The moment he felt his hot flesh come in contact with the 
satin of her pajama bottoms, he groaned loudly and pressed 
hard into her, noticing for the first time that her hands, 
rather than being pressed against his chest in an effort to 
push him away were now clawing at his sides, suspiciously 
effective at pulling his shirt up so she could reach bare 
flesh.

He shuddered at the feeling of her fingernails scratching 
up his sides and back, thrilled that the assault was only 
slightly painful, rather than the blood-letting experience 
she could have given him.  He continued to press her 
against the wall, now using one hand to push down her 
pajama bottoms and brush them down her legs to the floor, 
while the other lifted her by her ass, getting her into a 
high enough position for him to fuck her.  He noticed her 
legs clasping at his, as she almost helped him raise her to 
his hips, gripping him with strong hard thighs, shimmying 
up his body.

"God damn it!"  They were the first words he'd heard her 
utter since he'd kissed her and they made him pause just a 
second in his efforts to position himself between her 
thighs.

"Are you pissed because I'm fucking you or pissed because 
I'm not?"  Krycek said hotly in her ear.  He manipulated 
himself with his hand, finally pressing between her thighs 
and finding her dripping wet.  "Yeah thought so.  You are 
just full of surprises, Agent Scully."  He bit her earlobe 
and slid himself against her, groaning at the feeling of 
his cock stroking through her slick lips.  He fastened his 
mouth where her throat met her collarbone, holding himself 
back from the inevitable.

"Fuck you Krycek!"  Scully snarled even as she moved her 
hips in an effort to get him inside her, grabbing his ass 
with both hands and moving his hips into position.

"MMm yeah... OK..."  Krycek tilted his pelvis, holding 
Scully up by the hips against the wall and finally, 
finally, felt the head of his cock slip into wet silky 
heat.  He growled against the side of her neck as he 
pressed harder and harder into her too- tight opening, 
knowing he must be hurting her but unable to do anything 
but press himself deeper.  He was quite sure no one had 
been here for a very long time.  The pressure was almost 
painful even for him, and he could only imagine what it was 
like for her.

He was aware that the mouth next to him was emitting an 
open- mouthed groan and the pure heat of it sent a jolt 
straight to his cock buried deep inside her.  He moved his 
mouth to cover hers and cut it off before he lost it too 
quickly.

This time the mouth he took was taking him back, the small 
velvety tongue thrusting against his, sucking his own 
tongue deep into her throat while she made a constant 
broken humming sound and dug her nails into his ass.

Struggling to breathe through the kiss he felt himself sink 
into her up to the balls and let the full weight of his 
body drive him as deeply as possible, his hands pulling her 
hips roughly against him as he felt himself nudge against 
the mouth of her womb.  His thighs shook as they held her 
up against the wall where he needed her.  God it was good.  
He knew this was going to be over soon.

He shuddered as he felt Scully tilt her hips against him, 
spurning him on to movement.  He finally obliged her, 
pulling out a couple of inches, afraid that if he pulled 
out any more she might slide down the wall, then plunging 
back in, driving her against it hard.

"Sorry..." he muttered against her mouth as he heard her 
head thud against the wall.

"Shut up Kyrcek."  She said back to him, moving her hips in 
time to his shallow thrusting.

He grunted, surprised yet again, and began thrusting in a 
more rhythmic motion, banging her against the wall with 
every inward push.  He kept his upper body pressed against 
hers, holding her high against the wall as his hands 
supported her under her upper thighs.  The small choking 
gasps he heard coming from her only served to make him push 
in harder, deeper and faster.  He was overwhelmed by the 
thought that he was making Scully, the Goddess of self-
control, lose it up against her own bedroom wall with his 
cock deep inside her.  He felt like a God.

He wanted to see his Goddess melt and shudder and come for 
him before he lost control himself.  But he would have to 
hurry, because he was so close.  So damn close.  He let her 
body slip just the slightest bit so that he was sliding 
into her at a slightly downward angle, the upper surface of 
his cock now pulling hard against her clit with every 
movement.  He cried out at the change in sensation and 
heard her moans turn into high- pitched whimpers and knew 
the position was working for her as well.

Her hands were scraping up and down his back under his 
shirt and then gripping his hips as he made a slight 
swiveling motion with his hips, turning her whimpers into 
gasping cries. He felt the heat building at the base of his 
spine as his balls pulled in tight against his body and he 
knew that if she didn't come in the next two seconds he was 
going to beat her to it and blow everything.  He could feel 
her riding the very edge, her body trembling with its need 
for release, but she wouldn't let go. He'd only guessed at 
how strong her self control was.  Now he was seeing it 
being used to thwart his plans and it was pissing him off.

"Just fucking come, Scully!" He gasped into her ear and 
felt her body buck violently against him as she obeyed, 
animal cries of pleasure roaring from her throat.  He felt 
her clench and shudder around him, her body thrashing 
against him and the wall as she rode her orgasm to its 
long, drawn-out finish.

Krycek felt his own loss of control at the second clench of 
her internal muscles around him and rammed himself hard 
inside her, feeling himself empty into her over and over.  
The pressure of his hips now held her hard against the wall 
as he ground his climax out against her writhing, 
shuddering body.  He gasped at the sheer force of it as 
what felt like his very soul was drawn deeply into her 
grasping, throbbing body.

As he came back to full awareness, he felt her sweaty, 
spent limbs clinging to his, her thighs now shaking in 
their efforts to stay wrapped around his.  Sighing, he 
pulled out of her and gently lowered her trembling body to 
the floor, still supporting her slightly, his hands on her 
shoulders as he felt her struggle to gain purchase on 
shaking legs.  He lowered his face to kiss her but she 
dipped her head low, avoiding him.  He bit the inside of 
his lip and closed his eyes, then opened them.  So we're 
back to this now.  Scully back in control.

He let her go just long enough to pull up his jeans and 
tuck himself into them, using his body to keep her 
bracketed against the wall, although she didn't appear to 
have the strength or will to fight him any longer.  She 
merely leaned against the wall, smoothing her top down over 
her soaked, naked sex.

Krycek zipped and buttoned his jeans and ran a hand through 
his hair, then leaned forward with his arms on either side 
of Scully.  She didn't look up at him, instead preferring 
to study the toes of his boots, hugging herself.  "Listen, 
Scully... I, I didn't come here for this, but it was..." 
Krycek started, totally at a loss as to what to say now 
that this had happened.  "It was incredible, Scully.  
You're incredible."  He wished she would look at him so he 
could try to discern what she was thinking, but he was only 
graced with a view of the top of her head.

He sighed deeply and turned his head, catching sight of her 
weapon on the floor a few feet away.  Turning his eyes back 
to her, he stepped back and to the side, quickly scooping 
the gun off the floor and reluctantly levelling it at her 
still trembling form against the wall.  "I don't want to 
hurt you, Scully.  I never did.  I... I just have to get 
that file."  Now it was Krycek's turn to look at the floor 
for a moment, then back up as Scully's head finally raised 
up to meet his gaze.

"Take it."  Scully's blue eyes were unreadable and her 
voice was calm.  Krycek swallowed and backed slowly around 
the side of the bed, keeping the gun trained on her the 
whole time.  She made no move to do anything, hugging 
herself and attempting to hide her nakedness with the 
bottom tails of her pajama top.

He carefully reached to the side and moved her glasses 
gently off the file and then picked it up and slid it into 
the waistband of his jeans.  He leaned over and retrieved 
his own weapon from Scully's bed, dropping it into his 
pocket and then scooping up the clip and putting it in his 
other pocket.  He then emptied the clip of Scully's weapon 
and placed that in his pocket as well before placing her 
gun on the nightstand.  He zipped his jacket up to keep the 
file safe and started to walk across the room to the door.  
He stopped a few feet in front of it.

"Listen, Scully... I..."  He bit his lip, unable to figure 
out how to make sense of what just happened between them.  
What did just happen?  How had he allowed things to get so 
out of control?  When did he decide Scully was his own 
sexual plaything and that tonight was the night he was 
going to take her out and play?  He wasn't sure how he felt 
about Scully now, only that his original impressions of her 
as a cold, dispassionate woman had been blown away in a 
scorching firestorm tonight.

Krycek shook his head, unable to unravel all the 
intertwining thoughts and emotions swirling in his brain.  
One thing was for sure.  Once she had told Mulder, his life 
was as good as over.  Mulder's homicidal tendencies toward 
him had always been mostly for show before, but he knew the 
next time he met up with Mulder, he'd better have made 
peace with his maker.  Mulder would be pissed about this in 
so many ways that Krycek couldn't begin to count them.

"Just get out.  You got what you came for."  Scully's voice 
was quiet and she stared at the bedspread, not making eye 
contact with Krycek.

He sighed and walked out of her bedroom, picking up his 
pace as he neared her front door.  He kept an ear tuned for 
any sounds behind him as he turned the knob but heard 
nothing, and sighing once more, stepped through the door 
and walked into the night.

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