by marianne

(XF, NC17,)

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Part One

WASHINGTON DC

FBI HEADQUARTERS

Edgar Hoover Building

Friday, June 6th

08:55 am

First Day

"Mulder, you look like shit."

"Thanks, Scully, nothing as a good morning greeting in this pleasurable way to lift someones spirit." Said Mulder and sat widelegged in his chair, throwing by the way his trench coat over an archive in the corner, but missed it, then leaned forward and put his chin in his hands and observed Scully through heavy lids.

"You're welcome," said Scully arching her eyebrow. "Mulder, you're late again!"

"Sorry, but traffic was as usual a headache. And I couldn't sleep. My new neighbor was nothing but reforming his apartment in the middle of the night. It had to be. There were bangs and hammering just on my side all night."

Scully didn't comment anything to that, she just rolled her eyes.

"We have a meeting with Skinner in exactly 5 minutes. So arrange yourself. Arghh." Scully looked disgusted at him.

"What?!" asked Mulder, disfarcingly looking down on his suit jacket to see if there was something wrong with it. No, just great a little rumpled perhaps but not so bad.

"Give me a break, Mulder. And I have to put up with a guy with the worst taste in ties all over the world."

"Scully, that's the rarest of all. I had to pay more than 100 bucks for it. It's unique." Said Mulder really hurt.

"You paid for it? Mulder, I think you need a shrink. Now let's go before Skinner has an attack. Well, with this tie he would have one anyway."

As they entered Skinner's office, the AD was standing at the window, lost in his own mind, with his hands burried in his trouser pockets. But turned soon around when he heard them. He was back to work nearly more than a month now, after his kidnapping-experience in April.

"Agent Mulder, Agent Scu..." he began but frowned in the middle of the phrase when he looked better at Mulder, and continued, shaking lightly his head, "... Scully. There have been strange occurences and killings with some drugdealers and children, where also the New York's Mafia seems to be involved and, " he made a pause as his eyes glanced again at Mulder's tie, "so far it's more like a case for the X-Files." He handed them some files which Mulder grabbed rapidly.

'Finally a new X-File' he thought but thinking that it was odd that the Mafia was involved and not so pleased as it dealed with kids.

"You're plane takes off in exactly one hour. Your contact in NY will be waiting at the airport there. If there are any questions, it's better to make them now." Skinner said raising one eyebrow at them with a his stern voice.

"An hour?! No, sir, we're on our way."

When Skinner was alone he sat frowning in his chair and suddenly began to laugh out loud. Only Mulder to wear something just that awful.

He was feeling much better, but he still had nightmares holding him awake at night. If it wasn't for Maggie and his two troublesome agents he would have feeled much worse.

Weekend had been pleasurable, he went to the theater with Maggie watching Cat's. Then dinner until late at night and much talking.

And that was it. He didn't want to push, he wasn't in a hurry and not certain he was himself ready for more, but he thought already in marriage, well, if he could raise the courage, when he thought in Dana and Maggie's other children, he didn't know yet. He didn't have a big family but an older sister and her family and brother.

On the plane to New York

Later that morning

"Scully, you're not going to believe that. This case is really weired." Said Mulder excitedly and handed her the file he was looking through. On the other hand, when he took the second file he grew pale, as he saw the pictures in that one. Scully looked as well to find out what made him that pale.

"It's as all his indestines exploded inside out. I've to check that, I've never seen something like that either." She said and took the file from his hands. "You should really take a little nap, Mulder. There's still some time left before we get to New York." She was really a little worried with him. Lately he was getting very odd to her. She couldn't quite dicerne what it was, even as he also was so cheerful mostly, she caught his eyes more then once locked upon her, but, when he saw she perceived it, he looked away as if it was nothing. On the other hand it could be because of her cancer, but it hadn't developed anymore, until last week. It was not cured as they had meant, but she didn't tell him that. She had promised herself to let him in the dark in this one until she couldn't hide it anymore.

She observed him as he slept beside her in his seat, he had definitifely too dark shadows around his eyes. It was time he got more sleep.

She sight, thinking about Skinner and her mother. Sure she had been shocked at first, but her mom was still young and deserved to be happy, and if it was Skinner she wanted so it'll be. Who was she to say something on the contrary, but that it was wired, it was, and after all, when she saw him on office festivisties with women, they were always the tall stunning ones.

She always thought, she had time enough to grew up her own family, but time was getting short. And it had almost been short for Skinner as well. He was such a strong man and nevertheless it had happened to him too, there was always someone bigger. Like the goverment behind.

Some tried to help but were soon overpowered by the dark ones. Or you go with the stream or you go under. It had to stop sometime, but she doubted she would see it by herself still in this life.

All through her thoughts she had been observing Mulder in his sleep. Fox - when she was by herself she sometimes called him that way. Somehow it was just like him. How she longed she would have had more than the friendship with him, because she knew for a long time, that she loved him more than anything else. In a way he loved her too, but she wasn't sure in what way. Was his love for her that of a lover or a brother or just a great friendschip? She was content, what she had and wouldn't have it otherwise, or it would be harder on him or his task for the truth when she was gone. Desperation had crepped through her before but now she was calm.

Mulder stirred in his sleep taking her away from her thoughts. He opened his sleepy eyes when he heard a hostess asking Dana if she wouldn't like to wake her husband up for lunchtime, thinking that it was really amazing how everybody thought when they where together that they were a couple.

"The husband is already awaken." He said smiling. 'If I'd have the courage I would've asked her a long time ago. But with my luck she'd say no. And besides, I'm not a great deal, why would she want me? So it's better to forget it for a while.' In fact he carried all the time an old family engage ring around, and found himself quite silly, doing so, but... who knows what time would bring.

"So, my beloved husband, should we talk about the case?" Scully said in a cheerful voice.

"Ugh, let me eat first, my beloved wife. Hm, should I? I feel so weak, just thinking about the picture."

"Oh, my poor sweetheart." She continued teasing and a wicked smile was forming on her lips, and put all files aside. "No more of this until we reach New York, Mulder. We're already almost there."

"Gee, I really passed out."

New York City

FBI-Bureau

17:00 pm

"So far it's all we encountered. The biggest involvment of the Mafia is through the drugdeal itself, but the abductions of some drugdealers and children seems coming through another organization. So far it's dealing with some kind of demoniac rituals. But we're stuck." Said the chief Agent Drexler to Mulder and Scully still pissed off to have been put on by the two most unwanted of DC. He had heard some weired stuff of these two agents. But he had made very clear the first hour they arrived who was the boss here. He had enough heard from Colton to let them have their way to endanger his case, but they could deal with the demoniac rituals and stuff like that he wasn't very fond of.

"I want to see the retrieved corps of the abducted." Said Scully in her treatening professional tone, she had had enough from jerks as this Drexler to perturb herself with his demanding behaviour.

"It's not a lovely sight, Agent Scully. And..."

"It surely isn't but as a forensic pathology doctor I'm used to see corpse in all states." She interrupted him before he could make a chauvinist statement as it looked like he would since the first instant they came to this Bureau, when he just looked her from down up they came in. Thank God Mulder had never looked at her as if she was a silly woman who liked to play FBI. And she had to hold her temper.

General Hospital's Morgue

Two hours later

Scully took off the rubber gloves and turned distrained to Mulder who was sitting outside the room after the first hour. It hadn't been a pleasurable sight at all, when he took the first glimpse at the corpse of one of the boys who was found buried in an abandoned ground at Southside and he felt really sick and threw all but his guts out. He felt still miserable and was still hunted by his memory cursing it as it would be impossible for him to forget as all such other horrible things he had seen since his FBI assignment.

He watched Scully take the rubbercoat off in a slow motion and felt it in her eyes she was feeling as hunted as he.

"Mulder, the victims were in the most part of the sacrifice or what it was alive. Who for Christsake could do something as horrend as that to a human being?" Scully asked in a still shocked voice. Mulder stood up and embraced her.

"Let's call it a night, Scully. I'm really exhausted." Suddenly he became aware, he embraced her and stood away pretending to keep walking as if nothing had happened at all. But it felt so good, he had to struggle more often to keep his hands off her. He couldn't help it, it happened unconscious as to make himself sure she was still beside him.

They headed to their rented car and he drove to the hotel.

End of part one

JUNGLE HEAT (02/16)

Part Two

Southside NY

Private Airport

Monday, June 9th

10:15 pm

4th Day

The first leads had drawn them to a small private airport outside New York City, used for charges of some private enterprises. Mulder and Scully were hunched behind huge boxes. From far away they could makeout a transation being hold. They already had called for backup. Mulder tried to move closer to the group as he felt a guncane on his temple.

"One move andi your deadi", said a man in a foreign accent, he never had heard before. "Stand up, put your hands over your headi. You too over there," he addressed towards Scully's hiding place, "or this puppy get's it."

Bevore she could move, she felt herself a guncane at her temple giving her no other chance as to accomplish with the order. They were shoved afar from the group, which didn't perceive the movement on the other side of the warehouse behind the huge boxes and they were lead to a storage room.

Mulder tried to retrieve his gun but was soon knocked out by his captor and fell unconcious for a moment. One of the men stayed, with the gun pointed still at them. He observed them silently as they were gazing at him. A foreigner, but they couldn't dicerne from where as he was. He was darkblond but with dark eyes and marron skin not just by sunburn, handsome in a different way. Soon after the other captor came back with nylonropes and began to tie them together.

"Stay with them, Jorge, 'til the boss decides whati to do with them." Said the man with his strange deep accented voice. He eyed the couple for a moment with a strange interrest, took them each by their jaw observing them well and hissed some words in a foreign language in an odd form recembling spanish although different and left.

"Well, I hope for you two he doesn'ti wanti you for his sacrifices." Jorge said to them.

Mulder was already stricken to know more and was going to ask some questions as the other came back and also another fat welldressed man.

"Who are these two? Search for identification." The fat man said. "Very inoportune hour for you two to show up."

"Feebies, Senhor. Foxi Muldér and Daná Sculai." The huge one said misspronouncing their names.

"FBI? No good." He observed them for a while and comunicated with the others in the foreign language rather quickly.

"Well, Mister. I'll warn you, it's not a good idea to treat FBI agents." Scully said trying to intimate them. She didn't like the look the huge guy was giving them.

"This I know, my bella redhead." and left saying to Jorge. "Do what I said."

"Sim, senhor." He answered and took a bottle and a handkerchief out of a drawer and held it first on Mulder's nose and mouth and then over Scully's saying. "Sweet dreams dear Foxi and Daná."

Warehouse in the Private Airport

11:45 pm

"Chef, what do we do with the Fibee puppies?" asked Jorge eyeing the unconscious tied couple in the corner of the warehouse.

"Throw them into the big transatlantic case over there and then into the plane with them. They have to disappear from the USA with no trace. There Soares can see to them and what to do. And be careful, we want them alive for the time being." Said the fat man and took the moneycase and left with the other man.

"João, come here and help me with the two puppies." Jorge said and took Scully while the other took Mulder over his large shoulders to the big suitcase.

"Put him first in,... well, so, that's right." He said under his breath, as he took a white nylon-rob from a near box and tied the two special agents together that they laid interwined as two lovers, João then took the funny tie from the guy when Jorge wasn't looking and put it in his trouserpocket.

"That's America," he laughed, "to make ties such as this one." He surely liked it.

A lovely pair Jorge thought to himself, and was happy it wasn't him to kill them, he was no killer he was in there just for the money and while there was no other way. This would be the last time, he had to handle with drugs so he hoped, but it wasn't an easy one to get out, beyond all, when you lived in the middle of all. But he decided to take his luck in his hands, when he was back home and search for another city to live. In the country, where no one would find him with Sarah. Perhaps a little farm, with the money he had been able to save, there would be a chance, for a new life. Sure it was bloody drug money, but after all, he never killed someone he was just the driver when much. But he perceived, that his chef thought about to put him into another position, as he was studied and not like João an Analphabet and a lot of the others which could poorly write. Until now he had managed to stand out of it as best as he could.

On the Airplane

Tuesday, June 10th

04:55 am

5th Day

"Mulder, wake up, "said Scully shakely. She was really concerned with him. With his luck he had more sure than not gotten another contusion and the sticky air in this box, or whatelse it was, wasn't helping either.

She could make out the steady brumming of the airplane they were on. About na hour ago she had woken up, at least she guessed, but Mulder was still unconsciousness, and she couldn't move an inch, but was happy it was her on top and not him. But much more, and she would have to deal with claustrofobie, lack of fresh oxigene as well and throwing up, as the box they were locked in shook a bit by the steady motion of the plane.

It seemed to be held in the air. She tried to wake Mulder again, and finally she heard him grumble and trying to stretch.

"Outch", he said when he felt the nylon rob cutting into his wrists, and opening his eyes he saw simply nothing at all. There was just the rocking motion.

"Scully?! Scully?" he called her first and then because he could feel a diminutive body over him. "I always wanted you in this position, but that is ridiculous, that way there wouldn't be fun at all." He whispered still feeling very dizzy.

"In your dreams, Mulder, in your dreams. Are you feeling OK?"

"So far very well." He said and thought it was rather marvelous to feel her that near for once. "Just a little headache and... I can't see anything, am I blind?"

"Well, then I'm too."

"We're in trouble again. I take it. Sorry, I messed up in the warehouse, Scully."

"It was sure not your fault that the backup never came. So just stop to make all as if it's your fault as always. We better get somehow out here, before they land wherever it'll be." She said already trying again to free herself, when she could hear that one motor of the airplane began to stotter and than stop. The airplane began to slender and soon after the other one stopped too. When the plane began to drop its nose they were certain, that they were about to crash. They held each other very tight as the big impact came. It was pure luck that their case had been hold in the air. As it arranced itself from the holders it was attached to fly far away through the plane trunc. The flyin case impacted only slightly on the seats and the trashed items all over the place.

The plane had fallen in two parts and after some rather hard grazes and brushes the case fell out of the plane rolling over itself diverse times. The two agents were slamt tied as they were on the inside walls of the case. They cried out with the impact when they finally came to a halt... then there was nothing.

Unknown Place

05:45 am

Jorge felt miserable. The pilot and the others were dead and he managed it the last minute to get out of the burning plane, before it exploded until there was nothing valuable left he could use. As he looked around, he could make out near a trunc the old huge transatlantic suitcase with the two puppies in there. He went towards it, and was surprised to see the two still alive as he managed to open it and just bruised and with some cuts as he could make out. What a lucky pair. Now they'd just had to travers the jungle, only that that was the worst part, as no one knew they crashed and so far had known where they were heading.

They were awakening with mouns, as he gazed heavyeyed to them still tied like lovers. He felt very dizzy and had to sit down as they looked back to him with a steady unfeared starr, but not before they made for certain they were OK first. He laughed slightly. Surely two lovers. And was happy and hoped they would succeed to go back to civilization. Even when he couldn't.

With some effort he reached out with his real Swissknife, not a false one like some chinese imitations which snapped all but your fingers away when you tried to use them for real. Their feet were nearer, so he freed them first but when he reached for the wrists off the woman, who was almost crashed by the heavier frame of the tall guy now, he felt an immense pain go through his body and the knife fell to the ground.

"Sorry, the rest you have to manage alone, " he said with a pained voice, and fell unconscious.

"What a fuck!" exclaimed Mulder with a sigh. "Couldn't he pass out a little later?" With the feet unbound at least they managed pretty well to get out of the case. It was more difficult to get to the knife. Already on their knees they let themselves fall to one side and Mulder could gasp it and rolling to his back with Scully above him he began carefully to cut the rope and hurridly freed Scully as well. She headed for the uncouscious man and checked him out, as he awoke and said whispering softly.

"Tell Sarah I love her, please. And that I'm very sorry."

"Rest a little bit and let me check your wound." Said Scully and began to open his shirt.

"No need. It's really to late." He looked at the two and smiled a bit. "Nobody knows we're here. So keep going. Find a river and then keep walking by its margin and sure you will find a village some day, and when natives offer their food eat it all even if it's disgusting for ... " His voice faded off and his hand which was holding on Scully fell limb to the earthy ground.

Scully checked him again.

"He's dead." She stood up and taking a better look around. They were in a forest, somewhere, but she couldn't find out where. And nothing like the ones in America at all. It was strangely damp and dense. A real jungle and there were suddenly strange sounds around just now she was perceiving how silent it had been until now.

"It seems to be a rainforest, Scully. I don't know where. It can be in Southamerica or also the islands in Oceania or Asia. It's hard to tell, I've never been in neither of them, just saw some movies and pictures." Said Mulder in a whisper, as Scully stood beside him. He really wasn't feeling well at all and could just think in all the stories he had heard of jungle expeditions and crash sites never found in the dense forests and above all, the animals. And he hadn't found nothing which they could use as a weapon just the Swissknife, but that was really the best as it was one of the originals but enhanced ones with sew and all. The only gun he had found, was an amount of melted metal.

"There's nothing here we can use but this blanket, Scully. And there's no food at all left, and no water." He ended with a sigh all the well remembering, that he managed to get lost in a simple wood once. He was no hiker or outdoor guy at all.

After they burried the men as good as they could without proper tools they took what they could use. There was an old backpack in the big case they were in which Mulder was going to wear.

End Part 2

Part Three

Unknown Place

Thursday, June 12th

High Noon

Seventh Day

It was the hottest day they could remember in all their lives, the sweat was running down their bodies like streaming water. They barely managed to put one foot in front of the other as they hadn't eaten for four days now. Water they got from the daily rain which soaked them in an instant, but it only refreshed them for a moment as it seemed after it the air was hotter and damper as before. When Mulder stopped, Scully bumped on him, as she was steadily walking as exhausted she was.

"Scully, let's rest. We can't continue without water, and it's Noon. The hottest time of the day." Whispered Mulder, he already had enough of the jungle and was really hungry, today he promised himself he was going to hunt anything down, even if it was a monkey, they heard sometimes. Without any food they couldn't survive at all. And he was worried about Scully. She was weaker and very pale. And seemed to be in pain.

They sure looked like they hadn't bathed for weeks and their light clothes where torn and shred by the thorns and branches all around. Their footwear was not in any better shape either and soon they had to lookout for something to wear instead.

Scully plumbsed down with a sigh, she wasn't feeling very well, but smiled at Mulder who sat beside her.

"What would I give for a hot bathtub right now and a really soft bed, Mulder."

Mulder pulled her to him and he laid back using the backpack as a pillow to rest.

"Be my guest." He said then and held her tighter and brushed his lips over her forehead and kissed her softly. "Am I soft enough, Scully? I couldn't arrange a Presidents room in the hotel. That's all we got, so far."

The nights they spent on the trees as in the first night they heard the roar of a big wild cat roaming towards them and other jungle sounds. It wasn't very comfortable for them and in the morning they could hardly move a limb. Since the first night, they nestled together as it became very cold at night and shared the only blanket.

They laid awhile nestled together as Mulder's stomach pronounced itself with a long roar. Scully looked at his barded face, for a moment.

Suddenly they heard a burst through the bushes and a small animal appeared they never saw before. It was rather cute with a brown fure covering it all, little dark eyes and no tail at a first glance. It squicked as it saw them and rushed back from where it had come. They ran behind it, but it was already too far to be reached and Mulder decided against throwing the only knife they had, the strange animal could not die if he hit it and it would be lost.

"Mulder, we have to make some weapons for hunting, the ones we used to as kids. Like bows. My brothers and I used to make them down in the woods." The little adventure made her face shining, in expectence of a good meal. It was the first big animal they saw until now, that wasn't a wild cat.

Mulder looked around and near a bush he saw some bamboos which could be used as spears with some cutting. Fervently they went after the items and worked to accomplish their task as efficient a team as they were as agents and partners. Then they nestled together again, sitting near the fireplace they made, exhausted but content. Somehow they would manage to survive, and if they had to eat worms at all.

FBI Headquarters

Edgar Hoover Building

Thursday, June 12th

High Noon

Seventh Day

Skinner was preocupied with his worrysome two agents. There had been no trace of them for four days now. They hadn't come back to their hotelrooms nor to the New York's FBI office. He had just been informed of those facts by the New Yorker's agents now. No one had thought much about it until now.

He slamt his fist hardly on his wooden table and then hit the button of the interphone to his secretary.

"Kimberley, mark a flight to New York for this afternoon." He demanded, startling Kim out of her seat by the strong angry voice.

He was really pissed off. Someone had screwed up in NY,he had to check it out by himself. He looked angry up, as his door was opened by no order.

"What are you doing here?" He growled with a fierce stare. For the first time the cigarette-smoking man was taken aback by a look, but recomposed himself rapidly. "Whatever it is, I don't have time for your crap." And Skinner pushed him aside taking his suitjacket by the way and headed out the door without looking back.

The man left behind took a new Morley out and lit it thoughtful. 'It's time to give him a punishment. He thinks he's too tough. No fear, no power.' And smirked with a crippling devilish smile.

Outside Society's Restaurant

One hour later

"Maggie, I promise, I'll do what's in my power to find them and beyond. It's not the first time, they have disappeared. I'll do find them." Skinner said reassurengly and embraced her in a tight hug.

"I know, Walter. It's just, I can't help but be worried, they just seem all the time... " she closed her eyes. Skinner gazed at her concerned he's dark warm eyes showing his love for her that she smiled at him. "It's OK." She finally said patting his arm. "It's better you go now your flight isn't waiting. And be careful."

"All the time. We'll be back soon." He said and put her in the waiting taxi and went back to his new BMW with his luggage and drove to the airport.

New York's FBI Office

Friday, June 13th

07:40 am

Eighth Day

"They called for backup and no one showed up before two hours?" Skinner growled at the department chief and some agents around.

"Well, Assistant Director Skinner, Spooky... Hm, Agent Mulder ... And there were the bomb attacks calls..." The old chief began but lost his speech, as the dark eyes were boring in his.

"SPECIAL AGENT Mulder. I don't know, what you thought you know about him and Agent Scully, but let me say you, they have more resolved cases as your whole department all together and I think a backup call from ANY agent is charged to be followed at all costs. I want you and if it must be NYPD if you can't handle it in search for the two agents, right now. What are you waiting for? " he roared standing before them wide legged and his fists slammed in his sides as all just watched him taken aback but disperced rapidly to their tasks. They sure haven't thought that the disappearence of the two agents from DC would bring the AD himself here and commanding the search teams as they had been told, they were the most unwanted ones in DC. In just a two-head department.

Skinner sat for a while in the chair of the office he was in, recembling his thoughts. Then he stood up and headed out and roamed to a desk in the corner where he saw the one agent which was at the airport yesterday night. So far he seamed the only concerned about his two worrysome agents and he decided to take him along with him for his own search of them.

"Agent Plumber, acompaign me, please, to the last known site they were. Chief Drexler, inform me of all the minute you know about anything, concerning my agents." And with a nod he left with the young agent behind him.

Unknown Place

Friday, June 13th

Noon

Eighth Day

The day before, late in the afternoon, they found a banana tree, with a half full bunch of neat little bananas, just as long as a palm each, and they reminded them more like apples in taste. It was the most delicious dinner they could remember of after all the forced starving.

They didn't know how much miles they had walked today as the scenario of the jungle wasn't changing a bit.

"Mulder, I need a break. Just a minute." Scully said totally exhausted and plumbsed down to the earthy ground. Mulder was all together glad she finally was giving in a little. He had requested an hour before to take a rest as he was himself not in a better shape as she was, but as stubborn as she was they had continued. As they sat quietly by a tree trunk recovering they heard a faint grunt in a distance. They looked at each other and with a smile they took their handmade weapons. During their walk they had trained a lot for hours for this very moment. All armed they pearched near the grunts they heard occacionally and not long after they saw some other animals as the one the day before. They were bigger with noses as an elephant in shape but very much shorter, stalwart legs like rinos, a body as a big pig and hooves like a cow and that all in one strange animal. Glancing at each other they decided which one they were going to hunt down. Mulder prepared his spear silently as Scully was preparing one of her arrows and in a command they threw them as strong as they could and really hit the one they aimed. It grunted with pain, but with a second throw of an arrow it died mercyfully. Meanwhile the others grunted paniced and ran away in a rush.

"Scully, we really hit it. Whow!" Mulder exclaimed all excited he had never hunted an animal before and could only think of the meat they were going to eat. A real meal, not just bananas.

Only after na hour they were to eat the first piece of meat. As Mulder never had hunted he could only apply what he had read once, which by itself was a great help. Scully had some experimence as she was never one to stay idle behind her big brothers. She had learnt through the expeditions they had made with her father after much complaining on her part to be included, to the horror of Missy. Her mother was used to her youngest daughters behavior, ready to learn all and not to stand behind her brothers.

They felt much better and soon after they packed all remaining food which tasted marvelous as well as the fur of the strange animal. Satisfied they moved on.

They left signs behind to mark their way to not run in circles as they had the first day. After all the distraining walk through the jungle they had ended again at the crash side. It had been a hard day.

End Part 3

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Well, they say the truth is out there, so should I go on to write? Feedback very wellcomed. Well, could anybody help me out in one thing?! How does a very ugly tie look like?

Part Four

New York PD

Monday, June 16th

09:55 am

Eleventh Day

"Where's the man?" Skinner asked the young agent who worked with him since the first day.

Mulder's weapon has been found by a young police officer as he arrested a suspect to a recent murder.

"Follow me please, sir. The suspect is male, caucasian, and has a huge

reportfile by bank robbing and kidnappings."

The man looked bored up as he heard other cops entering the interrogation room, but was immediately a little taken aback as he saw a huger one different from the others in a welldressed suit gazing him with dark fierce eyes, authority all but written on him. Without peramble the slighly bald man began the interrogation:

"From whom did you take this gun?"

"Dunno." He answered, to only be seized by his shirtcollar inches from the fierce dark eyes.

"It's better to remember fast before I get really angry." Skinner said in a low voice and let him sit back his eyes burning into his very soul behind his glasses.

Rosco Fellini felt suddendly as his collar was tighter around his neck. What the hell he thought, let the others handle with this guy.

"I gained it from Dulluth, the French. And that's all I know, man."

Skinner looked at the cops around as one of them nodded him to come out. He followed but not before turning to the prisoner.

"I hope for yourself, you didn't lie to me, or I'll be back."

Agent Plumper followed the AD out, what the others tried to retrieve the AD handled in a minute out of the guy. He was impressed.

"Officer Braun, sir. Dulluth is a known weapon dealer around here, but we never could prove it. He's too slick. I can take you to him, sir, if you wish."

Skinner smiled slighly, it was refreshing to have sometimes a helping cop and not the ones, who just saw in the FBI a hindering to their cases, to be taken over.

Dulluth's Harware Shop

11:10 am

"Well, it's the last time I'm asking. Who gave you this weapon, Dulluth? I'm really too short tempered these days to put up with craps like you too long." Skinner really growled now to the short blackhaired man in front of him, grabbing him by his collar as well.

Dulluth starred a moment into the dark eyes of the huge guy and finally gave in.

"One of the new guys handed it over looking for money, I just bought it from him."

"What new guys?" asked the young officer from the NYPD.

"From somewhere in Southamerica I guess. I really didn't care and the one I'm talking is a slighty short brains, if you understand what I'm talking about. More a lakai for the brainless stuff. I just know his name is Joan or something like that. Nothing to get short tempered with me, oh man. Feebie, isn't it?" he recognized after another glance at the two man. Too well suited for detectives. Standard Feebie clothing. "I'm just a taxpayer, all by the books."

Skinner just watched the short man making him uncomfortable with his gaze then asked shortcut.

"Where can we find him?"

"He's usually in a bar near the harbor called "Jack's" after 10:00 pm.

"How does he look like?"

"Huge, bigger than you, built as a bodybuilder, dark hair and eyes but his skin is more marroon than black like a mexican but just another type of face. No problem to be found out."

"I do hope you said all to me, Mr. Dulluth."

"Yope, always handy with you guys. Just a taxpayer. Ye'kno."

"Take him into costudy until we found this Joan." Skinner turned to one of the agents.

Jack's - harbor quarter

09:55 pm

Skinner, Plumper and officer Braun in his civilian clothes entered the dark bar. Skinner imponent as always took all the glances to him. Used to this kind of bars frrom his younger, wilder years Skinner glanced around and then approached the bartender.

"Three beers!" he ordered after a glance to his two acompagnions and sat on the bar stool turning and glanced disguized through the guests. He could find no one coming through the descriptions he had yet and decided to wait a bit longer. They were a little early.

About twenty minutes later a huge guy entered with a wide smile on his lips. The description fell on him like a glove.

Skinner's gaze turned rapidly very dark as he saw the tie the man was wearing loosely around his wide neck. Just like Mulder's ugly one. He lifted himself from the stool and approached the huge man.

"Hey, are you Joan? We have to talk to you."

"No talk, don't know you. Go out of my way." The man said and pulled Skinner away from him.

The two other man surrounded him as Skinner hold out his badget.

"I'm Assistant Director Skinner with the FBI, and we have a few questions to ask you. Please, acompaign us to the district." He said lowly.

"No questions, I said." The man said with a wild look and pushed the agents out of his way trying to bag out of the suddenly silent bar. Some of the men in it began to surround the agents but Skinner pulled out his big Smith & Wesson and called sound out. "Freeze, FBI." Some hold their hands reassuring up and went back to nurse their drinks. They wouldn't like to have something to do with the Feebies.

Skinner headed out behind the huge guy and localized him turning a corner and spurt behind him. It was well he never negliciented his daily training at the gym and the jogging around the park and so it was easy for him to reach the bigger but slower man and pulled on his back hailing him down to the asfalt with no effort and put him in handcuffs.

Unknown Place

Tuesday, June 17th

Midday

Twelveth Day

They were really lucky in hunting, after the first days. If it just would grew a little colder. The day before a tiny snake almost bit Scully if it wouldn't have been for Mulder who threw it away with his speartip. Sometimes they encountered some snakes of all kinds and sizes and began to look out more cautiosly. Their shoes were already shred, but they made from the first animal's fure wrapped mokassins held by ropes. Not the perfect shoes but it held the thorns away and from their clothes wasn't much left either.

Mulder hated snakes surely more than before. He had almost a heartattack, when, as they slept for the first time yesterday on the ground, a medium snake was curled on his chest as they awoke in the morning, but before he could move Scully's voice held him motionless, who was tight nestled beside him with one leg over his owns, eyeing the snake before her face which rested half on his chest as well.

"Don't move. Be quiet or it's going to bite." she said in a very low voice.

"My father always said to us to not move, so the snake goes away by itself. It just found our body heat to shelter it from the cold nights, so don't move and breath flat, please."

She could feel his sweat running down then his body. Not long after the snake lifted its head balancing awhile between their faces and moved away uncurling itself over Mulder's face and moved out of sight.

Mulder lied stockstill on the ground too shocked to move yet then when Scully lifted herself from him he began to shudder violently and rolled up to her side and held her in a tied embrace. God, he hated insects but reptils like snakes were worse.

They rested again at midday. Fatigued from the heat of high noon they sat curled together for comfort as Mulder heard something which made him quiet vivid again.

"Scully, can you hear it too? It sounds like the splash of water, a waterfall."

She opened her tired eyes and stood up very fast suddenly all awake.

"Really, Mulder. It comes from the left. We can take a really bath. Come on. Let's get there." They ran after the splashing sound and suddenly were in front of a wonderful sight, of a little clear lagoon as well as a waterfall. Scully almost did splash into the lagoon as Mulder held her far from it.

"Not so fast, Scully. Let's check first if there are no animals in there. I don't want an encounter as the one this morning."

"It's so clear I can see the ground, Mulder, and can't see a single fish."

She took a better look and could make out some little fish swarms peacefully swimming around as well as some tiny frogs on large leaves with white single flowers but nothing beyond that. She tried to remember the name of these flowers and looking around she could make out some orcheeds as well.

"Holy Christ, Mulder. We are definitely in the Amazone rainforest."

"How could you know that?"

"The flowers over there are orcheeds from a type just found in the Amazone, I had once a boyfriend who was very fond of them and the ones in the water are nothing but Victoria Regis."

"Now I'm not going into this water really. Don't you remember the classic "Pirranha"? Or "Anaconda". Not me. Surely not." After a while starring into the clear water he asked "half" jealeous. "What boyfriend was that to like flowers."

"Oh, just one on High School, he was a blond blue-eyed nice boy."

That caught Mulder in a bad mood. 'Blond and blue-eyed, huh. Sure a weakling.'

"He adored botanic, but was too engaged by the football team. I never failed one single match if I could help it. We can sure find out if there are pirranhas in here, Mulder. Throw a bit of meat in here, right over there, but as I recall, they are not in lagoons."

"Sure, fine, whatever." And threw a bit of the remaining meat in. Nothing happened, neither the little fish advanced the meat. "Well, perhaps there are no pirranhas after all." He said and turned to Scully and kept open mouthed. She was already in just her bra and slip and slided joyful into the cool water. "Do...don't go too far in, we never know." He finally brought out. He felt suddenly very dump standing there, when she was already in the cool water enjoying herself. She turned to him.

"Mulder, don't be a chicken, and come in, it's marvelous."

It sure seemed.

"Sure, in a minute let me first try to get rid of this beard, it's already itching." He answered and after he shaved as good as he could with the Swissknife, he unclothed to his boxershorts and pulled after her. They swam a little around and began to play like kids until in one Mulder was holding her from behind to dunk her under as he became all aware of their naked skin touching each others and slowly turned her over and looked at her. He held his breath and finally bent his head slowly to meet his lips with hers in a tender kiss. It was tentative first, and looked for her reaction. She eyed him startled and when he leaned down again she held him a bit from her, not daring to believe he meant it really as it looked like.

"Mulder, what's going on?"

He embraced her again and hold her even closer resting his chin on her head for a long time and than loosened a bit his embrace and gently turned her head up by her chin and looked deep into her shining blue eyes, brighter, as the hot weather taned her skin so she loosened a bit of the etheral white. He took her face gently between his hands then and leaned down stopping inches before her face his mouth almost touching hers and stated very lowly in a husky voice.

"Nothing, it's just that I love you." His eyes were very bright with an uncertain gaze somehow in his hazeleyes, deeper, with his delated pupils, waiting for her answer, as he finally managed to give her the Truth, his Truth after all. He was astonished by himself he had said it really said it without talking around.

And finally she could see it in his loving eyes and she leaned on him and kissed his moist lips. He opened his mouth hungrily slipping his tongue in search for hers like in a battle. She could feel his hands rumaging back to her waist, then sliding up and down from the small of her back until the beginning of the fabric of her bra and then embrace her tight. She almost lost her breath.

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Part Five NC-17

(Author's note: BTW- the several i's on the ends of a word sometimes are the pronunciation they use here. Joe for ex. comes always out as Joey so Fox is Foxi i like the e in be.)

And special thanks to my editor Gwynne in this one, who was so kind to help me with my errors in English and I hope the other ones. I hope you enjoy it.

Unknown Place

Tuesday, June 17th

Midday

Twelveth Day

And finally she could see it in his loving eyes, and she leaned closer to him and kissed his moist lips. He opened his mouth hungrily slipping his tongue in search for hers. She could feel his hands fumbling back from her waist, then sliding up and down from the small of her back, to the edge of her bra and then embracing her tight, until she almost lost her breath.

Finally he released her mouth, only to bend his head again, and kissed and licked his way down her throat, to her soft neck and then back to her generous lips.

He pressed himself closer to her, and she could feel his erection through his boxershorts on her stomach. Scully wrapped her arms around his neck and moaned as he stole breath taking kisses all over her body.

She felt dizzy again as the thoughts whirled around her head . But then she pushed him away softly and looked at him, silently searching through his eyes , which took on an uncertain gaze. And she saw he felt it was a gesture of rejection and he began to avoid her eyes.

"Sorry, Scully. I didn't mean to..."

"To what, Mulder? To..." she frowned, did she really love him? She smiled to herself. Perhaps since their first case, she realized. She leaned on him, wrapping her arms around his waist.

Love had come like a tender breeze on a warm summernight the first day they had met. She now knew what was unknown at first, what it was that began to burn inside the them during that first meeting, and what continued to burn as the time went on.

But would it be wise to confess her love? She didn't know if this was the right time for them. Looking back to his tormented eyes, with slight hope in them, she knew, even when time was short, it was worth it to persue what she found in his eyes. Wouldn't it be worse never to say to him that she loved him?

Suddenly determined, she took his face in her hands and bent his head close to hers to say the only three words she could to express her feelings.

"I love you, too." And she kissed his tender lips with all her soul, looking deep into his shining eyes and before she closed hers she could see a single teardrop falling down his cheek fall to their ajoined mouths, where she could taste its saltiness.

"Quroak."

"Quroak."

"Quroak." They heard all around them, startled. Suddenly aware of where they were. In waistdeep water for Mulder, but breastdeep water for Scully's petite form, surrounded by little fishes and frogs, and laughed then.

Still laughing Mulder bent down and took Scully in his arms to carry her to the earthy ground of the lagoons margin. He placed her carefully on the outspread blancket he had placed there before, and sat down beside her unmoving for a moment and marveled at the sight.

"Do you...? "

She laid a finger on his mouth. "SHSH!" And traced the line of his gorgeous lip resting on his lower full lip. She watched him bend dlowly down, to touch her still extended arm, then moving down to caress her wrist down to her shoulders with strong hands. His hands came to a rest on the fabric of her bra, and then with na asking gaze as if seeking for permission, which she gave him by running her hands over his lean bodylines to his waist and traced the borderline of his wet boxershorts.

He slowly took her bra away and kissed her naked skin at the tender hollow between her breasts, then took the already errect nipples gently between his mouth and licked softly first at one, as he played with the other with his hand and then the other, and suckled a bit at them alternatively. Slowly he roamed his way up arriving at the goosefeathers on her very sensitive neck and he could feel her shuddering underneath him.

She could feel his breath on her neck and felt a shudder go through her, and felt him tremble under her touch. She reached back to his waistband and slowly slipped his boxershorts away. He moaned with ecstasy as she stroke him tenderly. That was more Mulder could bear.

"If you don't stop that, I'm coming right now." He said with a husky voice and slipped her panties down as well. Moaning huskily he urged himself between her thighs but stopped short of touching her. He first explored with his fingers, probing her with a trembling hand to see if she was really ready for him. He was perspiring, trying to hold back, as he felt her hand guiding him to her opening and encircle his waist with her legs. He finally entered her slowly till they were completely joined.

They began to move in the ancient motion, and the world seemed to sink in oblivion as they began to move faster and faster in the rocking motion. Their breathes increased heavily as they kissed, their tongues battling with intimate thrusts. Mulder reached down between their joined bodies and stroke feverlishly her secret point of ecstasy and came violently shuddering, burying himself deep in her in a last passionate thrust as he called her name out over and over again with a strangled tembre. After a while he could feel her shuddering too, making him tremble all the more.

The aftershocks slowly subsided. He remained joined to her, but turned them around, afraid of crushing her with his larger frame. She felt so good he could lie here forever, he thought.

FBI - NEW YORK

Tuesday, June 17th

02:30 pm

Twelveth Day

"Assistant Director, I think he really doesn't know where the two agents are," said Plumper outside the Interrogation Room. They looked through the onesided mirror to the haunted looking man. It was very difficult to bring a whole phrase out of him. He seemed more frightened by telling something than by the arrest itself. They interviewed him for more than five hours, interrogating him since the break for the night.

Skinner drank the warm coffee with disgust. He felt like throwing the guy around the room, feeling frustrated. He felt like he was getting nothing out of him. Throwing the half drunken coffee in the trashbasket, he went through the casefile, looking for one of the most disgusting evidence pictures. He reentered the room with Plumper on the tow and threw the picture in front of the suspect with a hard look.

The suspect stood frightened up bleaching in spite his tanned skin.

"Not my faulti," he said with a trembling voice and buried his hands deep in his large trouser pockets.

"So tell me what you know," Skinner said without a treatening tone. Perhaps another approach was in order as he saw the guy was really frightened, not by them, but what could happen if he spilled out what he knew.

"They can't reach you here, Joan. Only if you don't tell us the truth, I swear."

"You don't know Donato. He knows everything and can reach me everywhere. The evil is with him, to make sure of it." He said finally very lowly. "If I speak, he will get me." There were real tears rolling down his face now.

"Don't be afraid. We will take care of you. Donato won't get you." Skinner pointed to the picture. "Would you like that what happened to this kid continue to happen to others? Help us, to help them. And where are my two agents? YOU took Mulder's tie." He said taking it from the table as well, shoving it under the other man's frightened eyes.

"I just put them in the big oversea case with Jorge, as the chefi ordered, they were no deadi no. Donato makes ma...macumba. ...." he stottered with a harder accent in his voice.

"Where's the oversea case, Joan?"

"I put in the little plane. But plane disappeared, chefi very madi of it. My friend Jorge was in the plane too. He said he was going to take care of me back home. I wanna go home, please." He said pleading.

Suddendly his huge dark eyes opened in terror and he reached for his throat coughing and making choking noises as if he was asfixiated and grabbed for Skinner's hand in an irongrip.

"Call a doctor! Fast!" Skinner shouted. The huge guy fell to the ground still grabbing his throat with a fast reddenining face and still holding Skinner, who hovered over him.

"Donato!" The man struggled with the word.

"Please, Joan. Where are they?"

"Brazil. Dono whe.... Plane fell over Am..." He said struggling with the words almost uncomprehensible but his head fell hard back on the ground, the eyes went opaque in terror.

"The doctor will reach in a minute, Sir." Said Plumper as he came back to the IR.

"Too late, Agent Plumper. He's dead." Skinner said in a grave voice and as he was going to close the man's eyes he he moved away, startled. Something was trying to pass its way through the dead man's closed mouth. The head of a tiny colored snake appeared and it was pushing itself out of it before the startled men in the IR. They felt showers of cold chills going up their spines.

Skinner took a wastebasket from the corner and hurried to capture the snake by it just before it could disappear through the open door.

"Hold the basket down, Agent Powers, if I'm not mistaken it's a coral snake. Let the snake and the man be examined at once." He said, a tiny film of perspiration forming on his forehead.

Lark's Hotel

Apartment 66

2:40 pm

The incliner of apartment 68 was passing through the corridor when he heard strange noises coming from 66. The smell of candles annoyed him a bit. He was more than glad he was going to leave these surroundings the next few days. Finally he had found a new well paying job near downtown and a new apartment in a nice apartment complexe, transformed and divided in four two room apts. The new, huge stranger gave him the creeps the few times he had met him.

He hastened his pace to his own room. It was better to know nothing around here, and especially the cause of the strange behaviours of 66.

Donato was bent over a handmade earthenware basin, reaching for the snake in it. He gently caressed its tiny head with a large grin on his evil face. Then he put it back down and poured a dark powder over it in a macabre ritual, and and added a bush of hair from a comb. Suddenly there was vapor throughout the basin. And as it settled down, the snake had disappeared without a trace. He said some words in an unknown language. The candled room went dark and after a while Donato went out to meet his appointment with the chef.

Coroner's office

05:25 pm

"It seems he has been strangled, but there are no visible fingerprints it's more like from inside out. I never saw something like that." The pathologist said to the AD. " Somehow the snake has settled itself in the corpse stomach and poisened him as well. We haven't found out how this snake got into him. But ... There was a similar case some weeks ago with a drugdealer as you can sure recall, only, that time it was a black toad ... with its mouth sewed."

He went with slightly trembling hands to the other side of the room to the snake in a glass aquarium. "The lab-personel brought it an hour ago. It's indeed a coral without abnormalities as the one from the corpse's stomach. There's no explination so far, sir."

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Part Six

Unknown Place

Monday, June 17th

In the evening

Twelfth Day

They had made love and then played in the refreshing water, throughout the day. Momentarily forgetting where they were, just enjoying themselves at the peaceful piece of earth in the middle of the jungle. They decided to sleep on the ground again, but not without making a large fire to keep all kind of animals away. After all, it was still the Amazon Jungle, nevertheless the surroundings were that peaceful for the moment. Far away they could hear the chattering of apes, some were real howlers. The first nights they had been very scary, but with time they were used to the dark jungle sounds. From time to time Mulder or Scully put more wood on the burning fire to keep it large. It was the first night they could sleep without interruption.

The dark shadows of the night gave place to the clear blue sky they managed to see through the dense foliage. The place was really amazing but they had to continue. By the placement of the sun, they knew it was about 3 pm. They had left theplace about 10 in the morning and the jungle had become denser, the thorns left all the more stratches on their skin.

"Scully, let's rest for a moment." Mulder said, crouching down, leaning his hands on his knees, he felt a little dizzy.

"What's the matter, Mulder?" Scully asked preoccupied as she observed his heated face. She approached him. "Geez, you're on fire! Why didn't you say me you felt bad?" she scolded him, her hand on his forehead and then on his hot neck.

"I didn't think it. It's just so hot." He said straightening again. It was really not the best time to get sick, he thought.

"Come, sit down."

They heard a deep snort your sleep not far away, and Mulder got up again.

Scully tried to catch him.

"Let it be, Mulder. Take a rest."

"You know we can't. We are almost out of provisions and if we get weaker we will never get out of here." He said turning to her, his feverish eyes locked with hers.

He had a point. It seemed, there should have been a lot of animals in this jungle, but they couldn't find that much as the occasional predator's howls and tracks as well, but on the other hand there were all kind of snakes and other strange reptiles and insects they never saw or heard about.

She prepared her bow and arrow as an answer and followed him to the snorts.

They saw the animal that made them, it was a kind of wild boar with big tusks, coming out the mouth corners. Mulder prepared his spear and threw it towards the big dark animal. He aimed well, but the animal turned around, crazy from the pain it felt on its flanks and saw the two beings hidden behind the bush. It stampeded towards them, neither blinking as Scully had threw her arrow but in her haste it didn't enter the flesh well and fell to the ground, the spear wasn't quite as deep in it either and fell as well. They ran as fast as they could from the enraged and wounded animal.

Scully saw just one escape.

"Mulder, up the closest tree. Hurry!" she cried.

Mulder reached for the closest branch he could grab and climbed up as well as he could and fell back as he had circled his legs securely around the strongest one.

"Scully! Take my hand!" he cried and went cold with panic as he saw her running around the tree with the big animal in her tow. She grasped his hands in the last second and he swung her up.

The enraged animal continued to circle the tree and then stopped, looking up with his wild eyes and grunting furiously.

Two hours later the wild boar was still under the tree, " sometimes grunting up to them, but finally lost interest and went his way.

"Geez, I thought that ... that animal would never go away." muttered Mulder under his breath, feeling all the hotter. Scully had placed his head on her knees and made sure that he hadn't fallen down as soon as they got up the tree. Fortunately its branches were large enough to accomodate them rather comfortably, given their situation.

"There went our meal. That animal was dangerous."

"My father said once, a wild boar can be more dangerous than a wild cat. I never believed him, until now."

"And you just say it now? ... Scully?" he said after a pause.

"What? ..." She held her breath. There was a big dark brown haired spider on his bare stomach and running slowly up the remaining fabric of his shred shirt over his chest. "Oh, my! Don't move, please don't move."

"I hate spiders. I hate them."

She looked feverishly around and cut a little branch, and slowly moved over to the big spider, which was already near Mulder's neck, and with a quick swipe threw it away. She sighed with relief. This one she knew very well, it was a Armadeira, in latin, Phoneutria. Her older brother had had one when they were just kids, it was the most aggressive spider, but not the most poisonous but could be a serious bite for kids under seven, that's why her father got rid of it, because it once escaped from its glass aquarium by accident. He had taken it to the zoo.

Thursday June 19th

In the morning

Fourteenth Day

Mulder had been feverish all night and morning and had felt alternatively very hot, and some seconds after, very cold. He was shivering violently again.

She had made a little shelter with large leaves and some branches and another one for the fireplace and some other branches for it before it had begun to rain hard. It wasn't the perfect shelter but kept them at least a bit dry in the continually falling rain.

She had held him tightly all the time, when she wasn't looking for the fire.

It would be the only weapon against the savage animals and snakes and all the other reptiles, so she hoped at least. She suspected it could be Malaria by its symptons. She had no medicine, nothing she could use to help him, except to hold him.

"Sorry, Scully, I messed up again."

"Here you go again." She looked into his feverish eyes and smiled a bit and kissed his hot forehead. "It's not your fault. It could have been me. Sleep, later it will be better. Don't worry. It's all under control and I won't let another creepy animal get near you." She caressed his hair and tried unsuccessfully to carress away the stubborn lock from his forehead. She could imagine how she could imagine what people what think of them if they saw them now. A caveman couple."

"Kiss me, Scully?"

"I really don't think, you're up to, Mulder." She said laughing as she continued to caress him tenderly.

"Neither do I. Just kiss me. I feel so bad." He said with a boyish voice, in a beggin tone.

She laid him back down and kissed him tenderly on his hot lips, still caressing his wet hair. Not long after he slept peacefully.

FBI - NEW YORK

Friday, June 20th

05:30 pm

Fifteenth Day

"Sir, the Brazilian Goverment said there was no news of any crash. But, if the plane was private, and without a flight-plan it will be difficult to say anything tangible. And worse, the flight would have scattered around if it really did crash in Brazil, or crashed over the Amazon, and then it would be almost impossible to find any trace of it. But they said they were bringing up some rescue teams at the possible points. They can't do more." Said Plumper to the man bended over a Brazilian map.

Skinner felt really helpless in this situation. The man's last words had been, Brazil, the crash and Am which could only mean Amazon, the hugest jungle full of dangers for his two agents if they weren't already dead. But he wouldn't believe in it till he saw their corpse in front of him.

An hour ago they had tracked down the man's room in an old boarding-house.

It's owner had made a charge, as the man had left a little dog there, and it had been barking all night long.

The police officers had found the tourist-visa and passport of the absent owner and recognized him by the photo. He would remain in their memory for a while after his strange death.

Joan after all had been João Silva da Paiva de Oliveira, from Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. The Brazilian Police and Goverment had been very helpful in the investigation and had provided them with some backgrounds of the possible drug-dealers. One of them called Renato Alvares Soares.

Lark's Hotel

Apartment 66

08:20 pm

Donato poured a green powder over the earthenware basin, and added a piece of a fabric. There was vapor throughout the basin again. And as it settled down, he could see two forms, a redhead and the other brown one for a moment. So they were still alive, but barely.

It was time for another sacrifice, to strengthen his force. These two were highly protected. He languished them for his highest ritual. Someday he would have to get rid of the fat idiot, who called himself his chef. But, he was still valuable to be kept alive.

He had prepared an old abandoned church in the woods for his new sacrifice, a streetboy this time, not older than twelve, also he prefered younger ones.

But it wasn't that easy to abduce kids in this country as in Brazil. He was glad, they were flying back in a week with their new false passports.

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Comments: As I think sacrifices are very disguasting and shocking I'm not going to discribe them in all details, 'cause I'm not Stephen King. Just a little overlook, OK? It's enough to know, they exist and much more terrible then imagination. For all spelling errors and so on mistakes, blame me and not my editor.

Part Seven

Abandoned church

Friday, June 20th

20:00pm

Fifteenth Day

The ruins of the old church, hidden in the woods near New York, was surrounded by a few men in darkred and black cloaks. Just one was all in black on a high altar.

The man poured different powders over the old stonealtar, where a boy laid drugged, and murmured in a strange language. He had gathered enough force from the evil for the sacrifice. The others observed fanatically what was happening in front of them and sang the words after the one in black. He was surrounded by vapor and the breeze was cold. Leaves were whirling around the men and suddenly a golden dagger was held high to the darkening sky. The sharp dagger sliced the body up in an instant and in the same time the hell broke out in the form of thunder and lightning. The man in dark drank the blood he gathered from the body and held it in front of him and one after another came to drink as well from the golden tass.

The rain fell as in a thunderstorm and the man in dark took his capuz away reveilling Donato. And as the rain had begun, it ceased. He filled the body with fruits of all kind and the ritual went on.

His task was fullfilled.

Unknown place

Monday, June 23rd

About 02:00 pm

Eighteenth Day

It had been a hard week. Mulder's fever had been worse from Friday on. He had lost a lot of weight with the fever and lack of solid food. Scully tried to feed him when he felt a little better with the remaining food they still had, but he had thrown up what she gave him. She embraced him tightly all the time, at least that she could do for him.

"Scully? Water." Mulder said almost unoudible. After three days it was the first time he pronounced coerrent words. She looked hopefully at him with some tears in her eyes. She reached for a coconut shelf where she kept some of the rainwater and gave him little sips. She caressed his forehead.

"Mulder, the fever is lower."

"I feel better, and a little hungry. Are you fine? You look so tiny. Did you eat? Was..."

"Hey, you're the one who came back to the living. I have to question you and not on the contrary. And now try to eat a bit of this meat and a bit of this coconut flesh. It's really good."

"Coconut? That's coconut? Isn't it a bit thin to be coconut flesh?"

"Well, I don't know, but it looks like a coconut, inside. The shelf was green so, and there was more liquid in it than the ones I buy in the supermarket. To say the truth, I didn't know it was a coconut till I broke one on a stone. By the first I lost almost all the liquid. I don't know, why they call it milk, when it's all like water in appearience. There's more liquid in them, but the flesh is much thinner, so I made just some holes with the knife to drink it and to keep rainwater." She explained him while she fed him. She knew, she was blubbering, but she was relieved and very happy he had came out from the fever.

NEW YORK Airport

Tuesday, June 24th

11:30 pm

Nineteenth Day

"Listen, Maggie. I swear I'll find them. They are calling my flight. I have to go now. I love you too. Don't worry too much, OK?" he hung up and checked in with Plumper.

He knew, the chances were fair but he had to try. After a lot of paperwork he managed to receive the help of the Brazilian Gov. He had had more difficulties to surround here than there.

They had found one more time a body of a sacrified child the day before. It had been left on a lane in New York. Neatly placed on a wooden table just drapped with a red blanket. With this it had been the sixth victim of a hiddenuous ritual. He felt still nauseous when he had seen the body in the coroner's office, the first time. It had to have an end.

The flight was calm and he had much time to rethink all. He still had nightmares after his abduction by the huge man. It was difficult to forget what had happened, but Maggie has helped much. He knew, he was more lightly raged than before, but he was managing to avoid greater burstouts.

They landed in Rio de Janeiro in the early morning, and as they were transpassing the customs a handsome Japanese approached them.

"Sr. Walter Skinner and Sr. Thomas Plumper? Welcome in Rio. I'm Detective Paulo Saiko." He introduced himself in a good English and showed his badge and turned to the customer in charge and said some words in Portuguese.

"Please, follow me. I'll be your intrepret and guide on your stage here."

They followed him after handshaking and Skinner asked: "Japanese?"

"Oh, no, I'm Brazilian but my grandparents came from Japan. My mother from Germany."

'Well, that explaines', Skinner thought, as he never had seen a dark red-haird Japanese.

It was hot when they reached Seiko's car outside. Skinner sat in the passengerseat while Plumper sat behind, who was looking astonished around. A redheaded Japanese, a blond African, a curled caucasian, and so on there were all kind of people around there, and he had always thought, the Brazilian people were all African types as Pele his favorite soccer player.

The truth was as he saw now, the most were marroon or caucasian and some very dark or all in one.

Paulo saw him from the mirror and smiled wide.

"I know, it's confusing but interacial marriages are very common here, with no restriction. And I know you thought because of our King Pele all are black. All the people think it." He glanced at the man beside him who was very mude till the first question he had made.

"What's being made to find my agents?" Skinner asked what was the most in his mind.

"All what's possible, Senhor. But I must say it will be nearly impossible to find them without an exact flight-route. There are many crashes in the Amazone and the most part the planes or missing people were never found. If they are still alive there are other dangers to them, like the wild animals and the jungle itself. But perhaps they are lucky as some others were as well." He added, when he saw the man's preocupied face darkening.

Unknown Place

Wednesday, June 25th

In the morning

20th Day

They were really hungry now. There was no meat since Monday. With a sigh Mulder sat down on the earthy ground, he was still very weak after his fever and the lack of solid food made him feel all dizzier as he had before. He observed Scully, she was in no better shape, still she clames she was well. As always. He was so far, he would eat anything even if it was a reptil.

Indios could eat them, why not they?

They made a fire.

He reached for his lover and placed her in front of him and embraced her from behind. She leaned on him and he rested his chin on her right shoulder.

He felt the need to hold her all the while to be sure, she was still with him.

She turned her head and observed him. "I don't like your beard." She said with a smile.

He scraped his chin forcefully. "Neither do I, it's itching like hell, but the bardshop was closed, when I got there this morning. There was no water. I have really to complain, about the service here."

As if at command, it began to rain again, and they hurried to make a new shelter over the fireplace, before it could estinguish and another for them.

"Well, Mulder, "she began to say as she was kneeling in front of him, "it seems the direction attended your request of water. Do you trust me to make the shave?"

"With my life."

"Oh, fine. I really love to bite your chin."

"So, that's what it's all about. I have a cannibal for a lover." He smirked.

She leaned on him that he fell behind and his face in the rain and perceived, it was intencional and she held his wrists to the ground and sat on his stomach.

"Sure, and now hold still." She said giggling and reached for the Swissknife.

"Scullybaby, do I have to remain in the rain?" he chocked out because it was raining heavier.

"Scullybaby?! Gee, *Mulderpuppy*, didn't you complain there was no water? Just a moment, but let me shave you first. Scullybaby!" she murmured under her breath and began to shave him without any cut as he had managed at the lagoon.

He ran his hand amazed over his face. "I think I declare you my only barber." She smiled down at him and slowly bent her head and nibbled on his cheek and blowed lightly on his sensitive neck. She felt him shivering under her and with a smile she bite him on his chin.

"Ouch! Scully, that hurts." He complained sitting startlet up.

"Always complaining, complaining, complaining." She said with a smirk, embracing him and looking deep in his eyes she began to kiss him.

He fell back again running his hands up and down her spine. Neither one was preocupied at this moment, if there was food or not, too oblivios for the world around just sensing the need of their flesh and mind for each other.

He rolled around still holding her and now she was on her back and kissed her deeply rolling his tongue around looking for hers and ran his hands over her bra removing it immediately.

He bite her playfully on her chin but kissed it then and down her sensitive neck. Her breath became heavier as his and she hold his head gently between her hands taking him away from her stomach and rolled away under him to pull him on his back. She kissed and bite him and removed his shred trousers. He helped her with hers. She moaned when he entered her.

Finally spent, they laid under their shelter observing the heavy rain turning soft and finally subside to the sun. The sunshine got occacionally through the dense foliage, making the drops on the leaves shine in brilliance. The jungle sounds increased in their beauty and fear. There was no wind disturbing the slowly fall of the drops to the earth.

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Part Eight

Rio de Janeiro PD

Wednesday, June 26th

In the morning

21st Day

Skinner, Agent Plumper and their interprer Paulo Saiko spent all Tuesday around the several DP's. Today they were at the main DP, to hear from the Director all they found out about of the drugdealers and his two agents.

" Senhor Walter, Senhor Thomas, let me introduce you to my chefi, Sr. Washington Pereira."

Skinner thought it was very odd to be called by his first name, but it was the common approach in this country. Hardly anyone knew the surname of the other.

"Washington?" he asked surprised.

"Yes, it's my first name. It's a common name around here." Said the Delegade with a big smile, his crystal blue eyes were shining out on his brown face.

"Please siti downi. Excuse my badi English, I almost don'ti usei it, since schooli." He apologized still grinning. What he seemed to do a lot by the wrinkles on his eyes. When they were all settled down, he sat down again and observed the huge FBI man with a knowing nod. As he suspected this one was as himself, looking out for his men. He would do all he could to help him. But he was afraid, that it would be impossible to find the two agents in the vast Amazon Jungle. He had lost his own father when he went hunting, as hunting still was allowed, but he killed just the prey he could eat there and nothing else, not as a lot of others, who killed and left a bloody trail behind and removed nothing from the meat as from one animal. But that was all the same in the man's country as well in the last century. Just thinking of the thousands of Buffalos hunted down, sometimes in one day decimating them without thought.

He straightened himself. "Well, Sr. Walter, we know for sure, that the dealer's plane crashed on his way to Minas Gerais, where the chefi of the band, Renato Soares, has one of his ... ahm... Ranch. We have a spy there, who relates that there have been some searches made by his men at some place in the jungle, but as suspected, they found nothing of the lost plane, and the search has been stopped, almost the same week, after the crash." He saw the balding man's eyes light up as in protest, and he at once hurried to say, standing up, "But, our search is still on them, senhor.

The Military and Civil Police is doing all they can to find them."

Skinner looked relieved for once, but he had to ask the question. "But,... for how long the search will continue?" knowing that it was impossible they would continue forever.

"I have to say the truth, Senhor Walter, as a man who cares also fori his

owni. The search for the two agents will continue fori aproximately one monthi, but beyondi this,... " he spread his arms with a sorrowful face on. "... and ifi they're still alive they have to manage it by themselves. But there willi be still some military survelliance as always. I myself losti my father to the green wildeness, but there are also many cases where somemanaged to geti backi." He turned again to the balding man from the FBI.

"Our spy at the Favelas here in Rio has a lead us to one of the sacrifices rituals. In the last couple ofi weeks, there were a lot of sacrifices, children, mostly streetboys at the ages between 6 to 10 have be found dead, from this insanity. They're no longer hiding them from us."

"What can we do to help?" asked Skinner, standing up himself. "We would like to come along, to break this spell, if it's not too much to ask from you, as we are allowed here just as observers." He looked sharp into the Delegate's blue eyes and saw a little twinkle in those shiny and humourous eyes.

"We go in half an hour to the Favela, where Soares's men live and work, we go with half of a battalion of MP's for backup. The Favelas are very dangerous, even for MP's at night. It would be my pleasure if you acompany us. But,... be careful, I don't want an inquerit if one of you got hurt."

"You bet!" Skinner said, smiling himself, he liked the shorter man all the more.

Unknown Place

Saturday, June 28th

In the afternoon

23rd Day

A Chamaleon was grilling over the fireplace. It was the only animal they found beyond the snakes and monkeys, and the birds of all shapes were as well too far away in the high branches. They thought they could never eat something like that, but the hunger was nagging at their stomachs and it was still better than to eat the snakes. Two thirds of all the existing snakes are in the Amazon, so far that Mulder remembered. After the first bite Mulder found out, it wasn't as bad as he had thought and took another bite, offering Scully another part of the reptile.

"It isn't that bad, Scully. Try it. Come on." He said smiling widely at her.

She oogled at the piece of meat growing very pale, and was really happy that they had cut the head away, before they grilled the reptile.

Finding courage she took the piece and chewed it. After all it wasn't that bad and swallowed it and begged for another piece. Mulder smiled more at that and handed her some more. He was a little worried about her, she seemed so much paler however her skin was very tan now. He loved just to look at her. Her hair wasn't as bad as his, he suspected. He couldn't imagine, how she managed to have it so neat and in place, when his looked like it was in all directions. She was the way he always had imagined Jane in the jungle, after he had read for the first time the original stories of Tarzan by Edgar Rice Burroughs. His father had the whole collection with earthbound books full of wonderful pictures. They weren't nothing like the silly movies he had seen in his younger years, and beyond. If it was going on like that they had soon to run around naked, there wasn't much left of his Armani suit either from hers and his shirt has gone for bandages, well, which could still be called as shirt after all.

He stood up and sat behind her, just to hold her in his arms and ate the rest of the nasty reptile. He wondered, what day it was, they had lost the track of time long ago, as all days where the same as the other. But he wasn't as preocupied as he had to be in their situation, just hoped they managed to get out of the jungle. They sat there for a while with his chin rested on her shoulders. It was still amazing for him, that she was really his now, with no restriction.

She nestled herself closer to him and looked smiling up and traced his jawline with her indexfinger delicately. He turnd his face towards her and kissed her on her sensitive neck and felt her shudder a bit by the featherlight touch. But with a sudden jerk she was on her feet, when she heard a snort.

"Mulder, can you hear it? Come on, on your feet. We have to get it. I'm still hungry, oh my, I've to have it over the fire." She whispered to him and helped him up. She reached for her bow and arrows, and he for his spear.

"I just hope it's not another wild boar."

"To low for that, I bet it's a little animal like the one we saw the first time. What are you waiting for? Hurry! Don't be so loud, it will get scared away if it hears us."

"Than stop grumbling, shorts." He murmured and hurried after her, and smiled to himself. It was refreshing to see her that way.

There they were, it was a flock of kneehigh animals, grazing at bushes.

Scully aimed and shot, it was a full hit to the flanks of one of the animals. It stroke down as if a flash had hit it, and the others spread out in all directions with loud squeaky snorts.

Mulder hadn't had a chance to throw his spear. Scully pulled into the air and gave a stroke as she was in a baseball field after a fabulous hit and danced around.

A deep roar made her stop in the middle of it.

"Uh-oh!" she said with wide eyes and retreated slowly back to Mulder's side.

The big face of a wild black cat appeared in front of them. It was roaring fiercly and coming out of the dense bush and approaching slowly their prey.

"Oh, no, you're not. That's ours." Scully shouted and aimed her arrow to the wild cat.

"Are you crazy?" Mulder whispered, she was still amazing him with her actions. He felt the horror creeping down his spine, when he saw, that she had already thrown an arrow, rasping the right shoulder of the big panther.

The panther hissed at her and advanced her. Mulder placed himself in front of Scully grabbing her by her wrist and tried to scare it away. To no avail, the furious cat ducked and pulled on Mulder, but its big claw struck him on his shoulder, as he managed to turn aside with Scully behind him. They almost fell to the ground, and the wild animal advanced them again, but had some respect from the spears point and just hissed furiously and tried to turn around the spear with his claws. Scully took some stones from the earthy ground and threw one after another to the big black cat and shouted at it like a sergeant in a casern with all her lungs that the black panther was taken aback for an instant and locked its eyes with hers but couldn't stand the boring look long and retreated halfhearted, and in the last moment snapped at his prey.

"Oh, son of a bitch." Scully hissed and turned quickly to Mulder who stood very pale near a tree. She widened her eyes in horror, when she saw the deep wound, which the animal left with his claw. If she'd had known how it would end, she wouldn't have tried to take the big cat away from their prey. She had just lost her mind, when she saw their meat was being taken away.

She let her bow and arrows fall and ran to Mulder, who was slowly growing paler and slipping to the ground, trying to stank the flowing blood by pressing his hand on his shoulder. It hurt like hell, more than the gunshots he had had in all his life.

"Oh, Mulder, I'm so sorry. It's all my fault, I shouldn't have tried to get the cat away, but I got so mad about it." She managed to say under her breath. She helped him back to the acampment as soon as she bandaged him a bit, and examined at the fireplace the deep wound again. It was very deep indeed, that she could make out the bone in the bloody mess. Mulder gave not a tone out, but his hazeleyes were drimmed with ushered tears and they were silently running down his cheeks. She cleaned the wound and said closing her eyes for a moment.

"We ... we have to brand it, Mulder. To avoid infection and stop the bleeding."

He just nodded , he already felt very dizzy. Scully held the knife blade in the fire and when it was glowing, she locked her eyes with his and gave him a piece of wood to bite and caressed his forehead lightly and tuck the glowing knife blade in his wound. He drew a bit away and more tears fell and sweat was running down his body in abundance. She bandaged the wound with the last shred of her blouse. She leaned on him, holding him around his waist. Why did it always have to be him to get hurt?

End of part 8

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