the fbi had never, and would never, be a trusted contact for kingston. they've fucked up too many things involving, what they called conspiracies, never willing to understand what they couldn't bring themselves to believe. and it was better for them not to know about what was out there, anyway. the unsleeping city could be as unpredictable and unkind as it is magical. the agent standing before him seemed to know just a bit too much - more than kingston would like him to. more than was safe for him to know. 'you're talkin' about things you don't know th'half of, son,' kingston stares at agent mulder, arms crossed over his chest, stern look on his features. as nice as everyone knew kingston to be, right now, he needed to be serious. 'what makes you think i'd trust you with information after you stepped up t'my door like this? and on a sunday mornin' - give me a good reason i shouldn't close this door in your face, right now,' @spookyagentfmulder.
