Part Nine of The Fool's Journey.
Her hands are still shaking. Agent Bocks and the officer from the Minneapolis PD whose name Mulder’s already forgotten don’t appear to notice, but from his vantage point he can see the way she presses them together beneath the table, can almost feel her willing them to still.
He keeps playing the tape back in his head, keeps reliving the look on Scully’s face as he gently tipped her chin up toward him, the way her lips quivered and her blue eyes filled with tears. Stoic Scully, always so solid, so unflappable. Rarely has he seen her really struggle, and never has she allowed him to witness her fall apart, not even after her abduction. Never until now. He can’t get it out of his head, the way her defenses crumbled as she fell into his embrace, her arms finding their way around him, clutching him tighter as the fear and the adrenaline overwhelmed her. Something in him broke open.
Now, watching as she answers their seemingly endless questions, he notices again the tremor she’s trying to hide. Enough is enough. “How about we start rapping this up, fellas,” he says, stepping forward and extending to his full height. “I think you’ve got everything you need.”
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