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Title: Full Moon Stakeout
Author: Waddles52
Summary: Another evening, another stakeout.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None
Category: Mulder/Scully friendship.
Disclaimer: All characters featured in this story
belong to Chris Carter and 1013 Productions. I am
merely borrowing them to write this contest fic.
Archives: Written for the MR fic contest. Please
ask after the contest is over.
Feedback: Would be appreciated. You can contact me
at Waddles52@insightbb.com
Thanks: To Lisa for the beta.
Mulder entered the car, a fast food bag held in his
teeth and a cardboard tray with two drinks in his
right hand. He carefully closed the door with his
left hand. Scully took the bag from his mouth while
he put the drinks in the cup holders.
"A healthy sub sandwich for you, along with a diet
soft drink. Jared would be proud," Mulder teased,
referring to the popular Subway commercial.
"And I'm sure he would cringe in horror at your
selection. Beside your usual iced tea, what did you
order?"
"Just the six inch club with all of the trimmings,"
he answered, starting to unwrap his bulging sandwich.
"Do you realize how many fat grams that one sandwich
has, not to mention the cholesterol?"
"No, I don't, but I'll bet it tastes a lot better
than yours."
Scully threw her hands up in defeat. "Well, you can
be glad that I keep up my CPR certification. Maybe I
can keep you alive until the ambulance arrives."
Mulder considered the notion of Scully's hands and
lips on his body. It might be worth a cholesterol
overload to receive the kiss of life from her. He
quickly put that thought aside. They were on a stake
out after all, and his attention needed to be on the
job.
"You saw the results of my last Bureau physical,
Scully. Weight normal, BP normal, cholesterol
normal, body-fat . . ."
"I know, I know, Mulder. Everything was disgustingly
normal," she sighed, settling back to unwrap her
sandwich.
"Nuff said," he gloated as he took a big bite of his
sub, mayonnaise squirting out around the sides.
"Mmm, this is so good," he grinned around another
bite.
"Mulder, you're something else," she laughed, as she
handed him a napkin.
He wiped his mouth. "Thanks. Anything happen while
I was gone?"
She rolled her eyes heavenward in reply.
"That's what I thought. Another boring stakeout."
"Yep, another one to add to our growing collection,"
Scully agreed.
"You've got that so right. I could be home, watching
the Super Bowl, but no, we have to keep an eye on
this guy while he's inside watching the Super Bowl,"
Mulder griped.
"Well, the next time you accuse a prominent political
figure of being a werewolf, think of this boring
evening," she suggested. "I'm missing a Super Bowl
party myself."
"I didn't think you liked football, Scully."
"I don't, but I do enjoy an occasional get-together
with my friends."
"I'm sorry I dragged you down with me."
Scully opened her mouth to reply, but was distracted
by a group of middle-school aged boys across the
street. They were talking loudly, pushing each other
and making obscene remarks. "There goes the future of
our country," she growled.
"Aw, come on, Scully. They're just kids enjoying
life. They'll get over it."
"And what makes you so sure?" she questioned.
"I was a middle school kid once," he stated.
"I rest my case," she grinned.
"Come on, Scully, you can't tell me that you never
did anything wacky when you were that age," he
challenged.
"I'll have to admit that we did some silly stuff. We
used to make prank calls."
"That's it?"
"For the most part, yeah."
"Scully, that's so dull. So safe," he laughed.
"Well, Mr. Adventure, what sort of activities did you
engage in?"
"Well, a lot more than prank calls. That's for
sure."
"Okay, then. 'Fess up. Let's hear about your wild
and crazy middle school days."
"Um, I don't know if I want to tarnish my sterling
reputation."
Scully choked on a sip of her soft drink. "Sterling
reputation?" she coughed. "Now, you've really
aroused my curiosity. Come on, spill the beans."
"All right, all right, I will. I don't want to be
forced to use the Heimlich maneuver on you if you
keep on getting choked up."
Mulder popped the last bit of his sandwich into his
mouth and took a long sip of his iced tea.
"I'm all ears, Mulder. Quit stalling."
He wiped the remnants of his sandwich from his mouth
and gathered up his trash.
"Come on. Are you too chicken to tell?"
"Me? Chicken?" he asked.
"Yeah, you, chicken," she stated and began making
clucking noises.
Mulder laughed at her chicken imitation. Most of the
time there wasn't much to laugh about while they were
doing their jobs.
"Okay, okay. A group of about four of us guys used to
hang out and we were a lot like that group of boys up
the street, always goofing around, being loud and
obnoxious," he related as he watched the group
tipping over garbage cans.
"So, you liked to play with garbage?" Scully grinned.
"Nah, we saved that for the elementary wannabes."
"Quite a hierarchy of bad boys, huh?"
"Sort of. One night we were out, just walking around
and making rude comments to anyone who dared to
notice us. Mrs. Randolph liked to stand at her door
and tell us to quit being so loud and to go home."
"Oh, I'm sure that went over well."
"Uh-huh. We went around the corner and quietly
decided how to pay her back," he smiled as he
remembered that long-ago night. "She thought that
she'd put us in our places, so she turned off her
porch light and went to her back room to watch TV."
"So, what did you 'young guns' decide to do?"
"Ah, we decided to put on a little show for her. Her
TV sat under the window in her back room, and she was
sitting in a recliner facing the TV."
"Oh, I don't think I like the sound of this."
"Well, it seemed pretty funny at the time," he
defended himself. He paused to observe the suspect's
house. "I can't believe I'm missing all of the good
commercials."
"Come on. You're stalling again."
"Okay, okay. It was a beautiful early, fall evening,
not quite dark yet, and most everyone had their
windows open to take advantage of the mild
temperatures."
"And?"
"We lined up along the back of Mrs. Randolph's house
and, um, loosened our pants," Mulder continued,
looking rather embarrassed.
"Oh, don't tell me. You didn't!" Scully exclaimed.
"Uh, yeah, we did. We each ran by her window and
dropped our jeans and mooned her, but good. Moose,
who lived up to his nickname by the way, even wiggled
his ass and then proceeded to trip over his pants as
he ran away."
"What happened then?" Scully inquired as she tried to
keep a straight face.
"We helped him up and took off down the alley, only
to be met by Officer Roper, who wasn't very happy."
"Oh, no!" she commented, a shocked look on her face.
"Oh, yes," he groaned.
"How much trouble did you get into?"
"Well, we actually got off pretty lightly. Since she
couldn't identify our faces . . ."
Scully interrupted him with a loud guffaw. "Sorry, I
just couldn't keep that in," she apologized when she
recovered. "Continue."
"As I was saying, since she couldn't identify our
faces, Officer Roper escorted each of us to our house
and suggested to our parents that we probably didn't
need to hang out together so much."
"How long were you grounded?"
"A month," he grinned sheepishly.
"Wow, I guess you learned your lesson."
"More or less."
"Mulder, what did you guys do after that?"
"Well, remember those prank calls you mentioned
earlier?"
"Oh, Mulder, I'll bet you came up with some good
ones," she giggled.
"Probably a lot better than you girls came up with."
"Don't be so sure of yourself," she huffed.
"Well, turn about is fair play. Tell me about some of
the pranks you pulled," he challenged.
The trill of Mulder's cell phone interrupted their
discussion. A brief conversation ended with a
relieved sounding, "Yes, sir."
"Well?" she inquired.
"They've called off the stakeout. Our suspect has
decided to turn state's evidence and enter the
Federal Witness Protection Program."
"That's great. Now, you can go home and catch the
rest of the Super Bowl. Since I would be more than
fashionably late to the party I was invited to
attend, I think I'll just go home and get to bed
early for a change."
"Would you like to watch it with me? I've got some
popcorn and beer," he offered hopefully.
Scully smiled. "Yeah, I think I'd like that."
"Then we can continue our discussion on whose prank
calls were the best." He started the car and put it
in gear.
"Oh, you'll loose that discussion, hands down,"
Scully promised him.
"Oh, I doubt that."
Mulder pulled out of the parking space and headed
toward his apartment. The partners continued to
argue over who was the most obnoxious teen, so
neither of them noticed the lovely, full moon as it
rose over the suburbs of Washington, DC.
END
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