"Mulder. I did what you asked, under the assumption you were going to keep me in the loop. I kept them off of Scully's ass and bought you 48 hours and you swore to me, you would keep me up to speed on the hunch I was risking my entire fucking career on." Mulder turned to face him, silent. "Where. Is. She." Skinner asked him again. Mulder remained silent. "I am going to try to break this down for you. They are trying to court marshall her, Mulder. She took top secret, national security information overseas and then disappeared. Off of the map. I was able to hold them off as her main contact, but they wanted proof, Mulder. Goddamned proof that I couldn't come up with. So, they want to get their hands on her and to turn her into a spy. They want her for treason and espionage." "That's fucking ridiculous, Sir. She just did what I asked her too. She is no spy. We both know that." Mulder said calmly." "Well, what we know and what we think are two different things. Right now, the government will make examples of anyone who crosses them, and she has committed the ultimate crime, in their eyes." Mulder felt his pulse quicken and his temperature skyrocket. "That is Absurd! They led her around with completely false information! They had her walking into a bloodbath in Berlin. All to keep my nose out of the fire? Fuck this." Mulder spat, his eyes avoiding Skinner's. "She's not here." "I know she is here, Mulder. You wouldn't go half way around the world to protect her and then let her waltz out of your radar." Skinner leaned back against the counter, his fingers pinching the skin underneath his glasses. "I need to get her home. I cannot protect her here." "You aren't taking her anywhere. She is staying with me. There is no discussion or room for negotiation. We do not split up." Mulder said, dismissing Skinner as he walked around the counter towards the office. "Sorry you wasted a trip." "Mulder." Skinner said, in a low warning tone, his large hand gripping Mulder's forearm as he walked past. "You are in over your heads here. And you will get her killed. You both need to come home." Chapter 30, pt. 2 Mulder stopped at the touch of Skinner's hand and waited briefly before taking deep breath. "She doesn't deserve this, Mulder." Mulder hung his head and ratched his arm from Skinner's grip. "She won't go willingly. You know that. And neither of us can tell her no." Mulder said, head still bowed. "I brought something to keep her asleep well until we get home. It's just souped up Ambien. Give it to her with water." Skinner said, solemly turning to grab a cleaned glass in the strainer and filled it with water. Mulder took the envelope that Skinner produced from his pocket and the glass of water for Scully and proceeded down the hallway. He slid inside the door, holding his breath as he maneveured in the dark room, setting the offending pill and water on the side table near her head. He slid his tshirt back off and pulled back his side of the covers, the warmth escaping their bed in a 'huff'. He wrapped his newly cool skin around Scully tightly, causing her to shift in his arms and nuzzle down. "You're cold." she mummbled against his skin. "Mmmm hmmm." he said, threading his fingers through her satin hair and running his knuckles down her jawline. He swallowed and closed his eyes, praying to God that she would forgive him for this. Drugging her and abandoning her. But, if Skinner was right, he couldn't risk her being a government parriah for some stupid reason, be a martyr for the cause. She had already given so much. "Hey Scully? Take this for your headache." Mulder whispered as he handed a mostly asleep Scully the pill and held the water with his free hand. "Thank you." She mewed as she tossed the pill back and Mulder held the water to her lips. Mulder settled back down, propping his head up on the back of the couch and pulled Scully tightly too him. He placed a long kiss to her hairline as she slept and didn't stop the tears that slipped from his lashes. As long as she was safe...