JUNGLE HEAT II: The Sign of Evil(01/16)

AUTHOR: by marianne

Revised: March 2000

E-mail: shymoon@iamit.com

DISCLAIMER: "The X-Files" is the creation and exclusive property of Chris Carter and 1013 and FOX. I'm just burrowing the caracters in it, the unknown are mine.

RATING: PG and NC17 properly labeled

CATEGORY: T(Adventure), A(Angst), R(Romance)

SPOILERS: None

KEYWORDS: MSR and some Skinner/other

SUMMARY: Kidnappings, Terror, Chase, Angst. Romance (I hope). A week after Jungle Heat I. What's getting after Mulder, Scully and Chico? Can they be saved from the evil?

COMMENTS: None. Just, English is not my native language.:)

But on other hand, I have a nice editor, so when there are still errors choose who to blame,(sigh) it must be still me.

Thanks for Gwynne and Emily my beta readers.

Part One

Skinner's apartment

Sunday, August 3rd

01:30 am

The dark street was poorly lit, just a low spotlight surrounded the form of a balding man lying on the wet asphalt. The rain was soaking him to his skin.

As a dark shadow was coming to his side, the balding man pulled himself off the pavement and ran away and suddenly found himself at the base of a snow capped mountain, surrounded by dark trees in a shallow hole. The man tried to escape, but the clay walls crumbled away, burying him deeper into the widening hole. He heard a heavy breath and saw the dark shadow coming towards him again.

A bright light descended from above and one single arm came shining through, tiny in its frame. Soon appeared another arm and a voice softly said: "Take my hands, Papai." The man reached for the tiny arms and was led to the bright light. He opened his terrified eyes, and looked up at the shiny, crystal blue eyes.

One fragile hand kept a tight grip on the man's hand while the other caressed the sweaty forehead and damp cheeks, wiping away the tears.

"Chico!" Skinner said with a trembling voice and embraced the little frame. He heard the heavy rain outside. The flash of lightining and thunder growing farther away by each stroke.

"The huge man hurt you so much, Papai, but he can no longer reach you." the little boy said with his soft voice. "Now come and take a shower. Or should I prepare a hot bath? It is sure relaxing. I have never had a hot bath in a bathtub. I just saw them on TV." Said the little boy all business. He had to take care of the man, who was now his father.

Skinner smiled a bit, despite his amazement at Chico's gift that the boy knew what had happened some months ago, and was relieved that Mulder didn't know of Chico's special gift. He would hate it if Mulder was to see him as an X-File, worse, if the Consortium was to find out about Chico's gift there wouldn't be any security for Chico. "It's too late for that, Chico. We can't disturb the neighbors with the running water. But I'll take a quick shower."

The little boy held his head up like a wee bird and said astonished, "In Brazil we take a shower or bath when we want, and all day or sometimes more than three times. Depends on the weather. And the city never sleeps, and it is never so silent. There are no drum sounds with some samba, no laughing faces here. I sure don't want to be a streetboy here."

"And I don't want you to be one. You are now my little boy." He ruffled the silky hair of his tiny boy before he went to the bathroom.

Chico looked at the big king sized bed and saw it was all wet from the sweat of the nightmare. He got up on a stool and took new sheets from the ward-robe to change it. His task done he fell asleep on the bed waiting for Skinner.

05:30 am

"Papai, Papai, wake up! The sun is shining, there's no more rain. We have to get ready, to meet Tia Maggie. Come on. Mas sera possivel!"

Chico exclaimed when Skinner didn't move an inch. He had slept in Skinner's bed again. He blew on the eyes of the man and finally held an eye lid up. The warm dark brown eye observed him sleepily as Skinner opened both eyes to take a look at his watch on the drawer.

"05:30?!" he exclaimed, taking his blanket and hiding his face under it. He muttered, "Go back to sleep, for holy Christ, it's Sunday and I usually wake up at 06:30, and that's already too early. And we meet Maggie at nine."

The tiny hands pulled the blanket away. "But the sun is shining and we have to take a run, play soccer, then basketball, then baseball, then bath, make breakfast, clean the apartment, ..."

"Play soccer, basketball and baseball? What about volleyball?" Skinner asked astonished.

"Volleyball? You didn't give me a Volleyball. Tio Foxi gave me a soccer ball. Why do you call it soccer, by the way? In Brazil we call it football, and why do you call football this game with these giants of men, when you play it with the hands? That's surely odd. And Tia Dana gave me the basketball and you gave me the funny glove with the little ball for ... baseball, and you said you are going to teach me. All American boys should play it, you said, and that I am an American boy now too. So do you stand up now? And I was always an American boy, a South American boy. Do...." The big man lunged for him and tickled him all over.

"OK! You're a pain in the ... well, do you know it?" he said to the still laughing boy. "Go and put on your running clothes and sneakers, and I'll put on mine."

08:45 am

"Great, now we're late." Skinner said putting on his after shave under the curious eyes of the tiny boy beside him.

"Late?! Nine is not late. Late is ten or eleven. And I'm ready." Chico said holding up his hands in dismay and went to the living room. He was content, they had played a lot at the park and after a while there were more kids around who played with them. They almost lost track of the time and had to hurry back to the apartment. And there was no time left to clean it as they intended, or time to eat breakfast.

They reached the zoo fifteen minutes late, and Maggie was already sitting on a bench and a man was talking to her and laughing.

... And she was laughing back.

Skinner slowed a bit down at the sight. His eyes grew wide as the man hugged her and gave her a kiss. He stopped dead by the ice-cream man's cart. Chico almost lost his balance, because he was holding Skinner's hand.

"Oh, Papai. What's the matter?" The little boy asked and followed his father's amazed gaze, and rolled his eyes. *Grown ups.* he thought. "Come on, silly. Maggie is already here." And pushed his father towards her, she just turned away from the leaving man, waving good-bye.

"Well, if these are not my favourite boys." She said smiling and gave Skinner a little kiss on his lips and then ruffled Chico's hair before she gave him a kiss and a hug too. She was always amazed at the boys endearment and that he allowed to be hugged even though he was almost eight. He really seemed to like the affection, unlike her own little grandchildren.

The other man came jogging back, slightly out of breath and handed her a piece of paper. "Oh, Maggie. I forgot to give you my new phone number, 'til Saturday. Oh, and sorry, but I really have to go now." Then he glanced at the two newcomers and smiled a bit. "Sorry again, nice to meet you." and jogged away, after giving Maggie another kiss.

"He never changes." Maggie said laughing, but sobered when she saw Skinner's clouded face, and started to laugh again. She could swear she saw a hint of jealousy in it. "Well, I hadn't the chance to introduce Johnny to you. We will meet him on the weekend. He was in a hurry as always. Almost a year now, I haven't seen him."

"And who is this Johnny?" Skinner asked trying to sound normal, but failing slightly.

"Well, Walt, if I didn't know better, you seem jealous. That's rather a compliment, for a woman of my age. And don't be silly. He's my brother. And if that's a hint how our marriage will be, I don't know." She said arcing an eyebrow, with her hands on her hips.

Skinner flushed and felt rather silly.

"Oh, come on, you two. Let's watch the animals." Said Chico and pressed himself between the two and took a hand of each one, shaking his head in disbelief. "Sorry, we came late, Tia Maggie. We played too much. It surely was my fault, and we left without breakfast. Well, I ate some cookies but I don't think that's enough, do you?" He asked Maggie, who had always the sense to feed him properly.

They had gone to a restaurant yesterday, to have dinner, but what they called dinner here, was for him, if so, a snack, and nothing more. What a luck his father had a huge refrigerator. Otherwise he would have died of hunger, and he surely thought that it was time they married soon, then he would have a Mamae to.

They walked around, watching the animals and having some hot dogs and ice-cream and chatting all the way. Well, the talker was mostly Chico, reveling himself all the more as a true chatterbox. But in the end he became very silent and introspective. Something was wrong, he could feel it.

Scully's Apartment

09:45 am

Scully opened one eye to the bright sun shine, which shone through the fringe of the closed curtain and onto her face. She lifted her head a bit from the warm chest and tried to snuggle herself out from the tight embrace. No way, she frowned. Mulder kept her that way as if he was afraid to loose her, she knew.

They had had a two weeks' vacation, to recuperate from the ordeal in the jungle, which had ran out last Monday. And there was still no new case in sight. Just a lot of paperwork.

She was amazed they really made it back to civilization. Well, if it wasn't for the Indios she doubted they would have made it. That made her remember the old paje, who had cured her somehow, she couldn't figure out how. There was no trace left of her tumor. She tried to desintangle herself from the tight embrace around her waist.

She sighed.

"Fox Mulder, would you please let go of me ... for an instant?"

"Why?" he asked with a muffled sleepy voice, and kissed her neck, then her cheek and snuggled her even closer.

"Nature calls, and I've been trying to get up for five minutes now." She said frowning and finally he let her go. She sat up and took her silky peignoir from the chair beside the bed. She dashed for the bathroom. Then she decided to take a shower too.

The warm water was running down refreshingly on her silky skin. She turned the water control hotter and at the same time she felt arms embracing her again.

"I thought you might need some help to rub your back." Mulder said, and caressed her thighs and breasts in slow circles. Scully leaned back on him. "That's not my back." she said smiling and turned around to kiss him on his full lips. He began to hold her up by her thighs when she heard the ring of her phone. "Fox, the phone."

"Let it ring." Mulder said with a husky voice kissing and licking her throat and roaming to her breast.

"We can't, we are scheduled for service this weekend."

He sighed, and let her go. What an hour for the damn Bureau to call them on duty, and hoped it wasn't the Bureau. She came back.

"Mulder, the Bureau is calling us."

He leaned on the shower wall, frowned, and put the water control on cold, freezing cold. When he came back to the bedroom, Scully was already half clothed and the phone in her hand.

She looked at Mulder and said into the phone. "You couldn't reach Agent Mulder? Wait a moment, there's a knock at my door." She closed her hand around the speakers shell and rolled her eyes and blushed at Mulder's smirk. "You don't have to find him anymore, it was him on the door, and we'll be there in an hour. By the way, what happened?"

She asked and suddenly her rosy cheeks paled and she hung up silently.

"What happened?" Mulder asked feeling a chill running down his spine and put on his boxer shorts.

"They found a body ... in an abandoned alley near the harbor." She inhaled forcefully before she continued. "It was a little boy wrapped in a red blanket."

End of part one

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JUNGLE HEAT II: Sign of Evil(2/16)

Obs.: "Chico" is pronounced "shiico". In Brazil we speak

Brazilian Portuguese with touches of Tupi/Guarani (Indio language)

Part Two

FBI - Headquarter Washington DC

Sunday, August 3rd

11:30 am

"There's no doubt left. It's the same kind of murder as before." Scully said to Mulder, who was standing at the farthest wall of the autopsy room. She put down her recorder for her notes of the crime autopsy, and went to the sink, throwing the rubber gloves into the trash can. And she began to scrub her hands with the liquid soap. After that, they left the room.

Skinner's Apartment

11:45 am

Skinner was worried about Chico. All the sudden he had thrown himself in his arms when they still were in the park and he had talked desperately in his own language, more like a prayer than to him properly. And what was more frightening him was that the shiny eyes had returned to the sad gaze as the ones he had, when they first met.

Maggie was preparing a lunch in the kitchen, from a frozen food pack she had already prepared for them some days ago. With the microwave it was easy for the two to prepare their own lunches and dinners, with homemade meals, when she wasn't here. Not that it was all that needed, as Skinner was an excellent cook himself, but she had more time than he had to prepare them.

She observed them as they waited in the living snuggled together on the couch. She was amazed as what a good father Skinner had turned out for the tiny boy. She saw so much love between them. The boy had something special in him, different in a way. Something Skinner was aware of, but she would wait, till he told her what it was. Anyway, she had her suspicions about it. The blue eyes seemed so deep and all the sorrow she saw in them since this morning of his inexplicable break down at the zoo. He reminded her of her old mother back in Ireland in a way. She sighed.

"So, Chico. What's the matter?" Skinner asked, finally still holding the trembling body in his large arms, caressing the silky blond hair.

Chico looked up with his sad eyes, shiny in contrast with his tan skin and said so low, Skinner almost couldn't understand him.

"The evil is back, to claim me, searching for me, killing to find me."

Skinner felt a freezing chill by the words. "Chico, he's dead, you saw him die. He never will get you again."

Chico shook his head. "The evil is too strong to let go, even in his death, Papai." And he looked at the phone and it began to ring.

"Skinner."

"Agent Mulder, Sir. We have bad news. A body was found this morning. A boy of about eight years of age, no identification yet, but ... he was killed the same way as the ones of the last case. We are now at the harbor, where he was found, sir."

Skinner looked at his tiny boy suddenly very afraid for him. "I'll be there in an hour. Give me the address." He said, caressing the silky blond hair once more and hung up the phone. He took Chico in his arms and went to the kitchen. "Maggie, sorry, but I have to go for a while. Could you take care of Chico, till I come back?" He asked and slid the boy down to a chair at the kitchen table.

"Sure, you didn't have to ask, Walt. It's always a pleasure to spend some time with him." Maggie answered and follwed him out of the kitchen to the living room. She watched him take his overcoat from the hall closet. Before he left he kissed her briefly and hugged Chico. The little boy took Maggie's hand and when Skinner was gone he leaned on her and sighed deeply.

Waterfront

Southwest DC

12:50 pm

When Skinner reached the harbor he saw his agents searching around, looking for hints of the murder.

"Anything new?" he asked when he approached Mulder and Scully.

"No, sir. But he wasn't killed here, there is barely any blood around." Answered Scully, from her kneeling position, then she stood up and glanced around. "Mulder, what's that?" She asked and went to a corner at the docks. The wall there had a drawing on it, of a rosty sign.

"I'm not sure, but it seems to me like a sign I saw once in an old book of witches and rituals. Let's make a picture of it and search in the library for it, to be sure."

Scully scratched a bit of the rosty ink and put it in a plastic for evidence. "I suspect it's dried blood."

An hour later Skinner approached them again.

"Well, I'll go home now. If there is anything new, don't hesitate to call me, and I want a report at 10:00 on my desk."

"Yes, sir."

Skinner's Apartment

14:30 pm

"You didn't have to wait for me for lunch." Skinner said and sat down with Chico by the table in the reparted living room. Chico was curled beside Maggie on the couch, when he came in, but stood up the second he had entered to hang on him.

"We weren't hungry. But now as you're back, we can have our lunch all together." Said Maggie with a smile and went to take the meal from the micro-wave. Skinner went to help her. "I forgot the salad."

"Don't worry, I'll prepare it with Chico. He likes it with Olive oil, vinager and salt, and nothing more, and some tomatoes." Skinner said smiling and the two prepared it with coordinated gestures. A lot of salad, Chico alone ate a whole bowl full alone all the time.

It was a really hot August day almost 100 degrees Fahrenheit and they spent it in the apartment. No one seemed willing to go out.

Skinner had spent the whole week since they came back from Brazil as a vacation, to give Chico some acclimation to his new enviroments.

Being summer, school was not in session. That was a problem. He couldn't let the boy all day alone in the apartment, when he was back at work. But Maggie had resolved it, as always. She already loved the child as it was her own, and made it possible to take care of him during the day.

She had already had a fun day, when they all went to buy him clothes, as he owned nothing, but the ones Skinner had bought him in Rio. Like the one Chico was wearing now, a white t-shirt with a colorful design on it, with the angry face of a man doing some martial art with the lettering "Bad Boy" in English and another *Capoeira* in full red. It was his favorite and he wore it with a pride, as it was one all boys or youngsters used, when they could, and that there were diverse designs, for all tastes, he said, and by his all in wonder brightened eyes it sure was a big present for him.

"So, now tell me what's going on." Asked Maggie when Chico was finally in bed later that evening, and she sat with Skinner on the couch.

Skinner sighed, leaned back and took his glasses away and rubbed his tired eyes, before he began to tell her what had happened that morning.

"Oh, Walt, but it has nothing to do with Chico, hasn't it?" she asked afraid for the little boy. She felt a chill, when she remembered the boy's odd behaviour all the sudden in the morning. It was almost, as if he had knew something had happened.

"I don't know, but ... Chico seems, ... well, seems to have a special gift in sensing some things ... to have the sight, second face, whatever. I only know, well I have to make it clear, Maggie, that nobody should know what I said to you now, or his life will be hell, when someone finds out. We already talked about it, and he's aware, that it can be dangerous for him and had always tried to hide it by himself."

"I already suspected it, Walt. And it's clear for me, that nobody should know it."

Somewhere

Past midnight

A dark shadow pierced around empty streets, in search, seeking for the only soul which mattered to him. And no living soul would get between him and the one he was in search. He would find him, for vengeance, for all that happened.

No sound came from the silent shadow.

He stopped in a alley, to find the sleeping frame of a tiny boy, curled in his shabby clothes, beside a bigger one. He lunged for the tiny frame and smashed the larger head with no mercy to the dirty brick wall, when he awoke.

Before the tiny boy could scream, he silenced him by holding his large hand over the boy's mouth. He looked deep into the boy's dark-blue eyes, before he wrapped him in his coat, and took him away from the bleeding older boy somewhere in the streets.

End of part two.

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TITLE: JUNGLE HEAT II: The Sign of Evil(03/16)

Part Three

FBI - Headquarter Washington DC

Tuesday, August 5th

11:30 am

Mulder and Scully entered the AD's office and saw him standing in his blue striped shirt by the window, he was gazing out thoughtfully. Turning around he sat down after Scully. His jaw was clenched firmly when he leaned back in his big chair.

"Why is it taking so long, to find that animal who made this to the boys?" he asked with fire in his eyes.

The two agents moved uncomfortable in their seats. 'Long?' they thought after a glance at each other. It was only the third day they were on the case.

"We didn't have any lead 'til now, sir. Nothing that could bring us nearer to the murderer. But, another boy was found. Again near the docks. And this time we have a witness, not to the crime, but to the abduction of the boy." Said Mulder and wasn't surprised to see Skinner looking at him with his fiery gaze.

"What witness?" asked Skinner again in control of himself.

"It's a runaway, sir. He was with his younger brother sleeping in the streets, when an enormous man approached them, but before he could say something, when he saw the man grab his still sleeping brother, he was smashed against the brick wall by him. But he could give a fairly good description. But that's the craziest of all. According to the description, it seems to be Raul Donato." Answered Scully.

Skinner paled at this statement. "But that's impossible. I shot him. He is dead. There's no way it can be him."

At the Harbor

Friday, August 8th

before Midnight

All available agents had been put in strategic places at the harbor, disguised as dock workers or hidden in their cars. It was Mulder and Scully's shift at midnight in the fourth day after the second body of a boy had been found.

"Post three: All quiet, no occurence." Said Mulder in his wireless.

"OK." Answered the Central.

Mulder glanced at Scully, she was striken in the file in her lap and didn't acknowledge him for more than half an hour. He sighed, this case was getting to them and it was already the fourth day in a row they were at the stakeout from midnight to 6 in the morning.

Both bodies had been found in the imediate surroundings of the harbor, so it was a fat chance they could catch perhaps the killer, as there were no other evidence left, where to look for him.

The dark docks where silent, just the low hammering of the soft waves on the walls by the margin broke it. It was a dark night without the light of the moon, and the few ships ancored there rocked gently to the soft motion of the waves.

It was again a hot damp night and very uncomfortable just to sit in the warm car. The day had been one of the heat waves which assaulted D.C. sometimes and had reached almost 100 degrees Fahrenheit and thank God it had cooled off a bit at night, but it was still too hot. It was reminding him of the damp jungle, just there it had been hotter, and it led his thoughts to the old paje, as they called a shaman there.

He was very thankful to him, and he felt sorry he had to die. And twice he had saved Scully, first from the cancer, then he had taken the bullet which was meant for her. He was still amazed by the fact that Scully was healed and they didn't have to deal with Cancerman to save her.

Perhaps by now he knew of it, even when they didn't let it circle around.

He sighed again. For four days now that they didn't see each other beyond the working hours, it was hard on him. He already couldn't sleep well without being near her at night or better said mornings, as their stakeout was always after midnight. He sighed again.

"Mulder, stop it."

He almost jumped at her words so concentrated he was in his own.

"What? I said nothing. I'm just sitting here."

"Exactly. You are sighing and watching me all the time. Cut it out. What's bothering you, beyond our agreement not to sleep together during a case, by the way?" she said and put her file away to the backseats and watched him for a while. "Here you go again with your lost puppy look." Now she sighed heavily. "You know, ... ." she began but than just leaned over and kissed him on his full lips. He already had heavy dark circles around his eyes. "It seems, you didn't sleep well the last days. What am I going to do with you?" she asked tenderly and nudged his long nose at the tip.

"Marry me." He whispered almost inaudible.

Her eyes grew wide. "What did you just say?"

He cleared his throat as his collar seemed already narrower and whispered a little louder. "Marry me." 'Oh, I did mess up.' And his shoulders dropped down and he averted his eyes from hers. 'Why should she marry me?' he thought desperately. 'Couldn't I've just let it be as it was? Now she's ... I don't know what she's going to do, that's the problem.' When he saw a slight movement towards him he managed to look up. She was almost kissing him. Tentatively he leaned closer to her.

She sat suddendly upright her eyes big with antecipation. "Mulder, there's someone out there. He has a bundle with him." She opened her car door and took her sig sauer from her holster. Mulder snapped out of his reverie. "Shit." He murmured and left the car to go after her. They remained in the dark and followed the huge man with the bundle over his shoulder.

It seemed to be their man 'til now. They were at a safe distance from him so Mulder took his wireless. "Post Three: Suspect heading for Pier 13. Over" He whispered on it.

"Acknowledged. Backup coming. Stay tuned. Over" Answered the low voice of Skinner instead of the operator's of the Central. Mulder looked at his wireless with astonishment.

"Skinner?!" he whispered and shook his head. This man seemed to be everywhere and in the right time.

They snuck up to Pier 13 and from their view point they saw the man like a shadow go into one of the enormous warehouses there. They waited a bit outside and when they saw Skinner and various other agents approaching, they waved to them.

"He's in the warehouse, for about 10 minutes, sir. It's better we get in as soon as possible. He had a bundle with him. It could be a kid. There's only one entrance, we checked it out."

"OK. We're ready. We've 20 men in the moment. Let's go in." ordered Skinner with his gun ready. They opened the slim door beside the locked big entrance and could already hear a strange human's voice.

All was in the dark in the warehouse, full of wooden boxes of all sizes, but a spot in the middle of it was lit by the soft light of hundreds of black and red candles. An altar like place had been built there, and a slim naked boy was lying bound on it. The huge man was hovering over him with a wounded dagger in his hand, ready to plunge it into the tiny frame of the terrified crying kid.

"Freeze, FBI. Step back, or we shoot." Shouted Skinner with his gun pointed to the coated man.

The man let his dagger fall to the ground and looked straight into Skinner's eyes. Then he grinned and stepped back, holding his hands up.

Skinner, Mulder and Scully hold their breath. The man was like Raul Donato. They were the only ones who had seen him before, beside Agent Plumper from NY, who was preparing to head for the DC Headquarters next week by Skinner's request. The burning eyes of the man didn't advert his gaze from Skinner, but to look deep into Mulder's and Scully's eyes, which set a p.'s teeth on edge on them.

The man stepped further away from the shocked boy and some agents approached to untie him and take him away.

Suddenly there was a wind coming through the warehouse and all the candles went out. There were shouts coming from everywhere and various flash lights were going on, but the man had disappeared in the dark and the dagger was gone. They searched everywhere, but couldn't find a trace of him.

Skinner took a deep breath. Was it Donato or somone else? But if it had been him, it would be impossible. They had seen him dead, with a hole on his forehead. There was no way he had survived, and beside that there had been an autopsy performed on him by Scully and the local forensic personnel back in Brazil.

Maggie's house

Saturday, August 9th

06:10 am

"Hi, Maggie. Sorry to come so early." Skinner, said tired.

She just smiled and led him in by the arm. "I'm already a wake for an hour now. Guess why!" He gave her a bear hug and kissed her that she almost lost her breath. She looked at him wide eyed and with her face flushed. "With an entrance like that, you can come in all hours." She finally managed to say.

*Ai, ai, ai! Que beijo. Ta na hora de casar.*

Maggie blushed when she heard the clear voice of Chico and disengaged from Skinner and blushed more. "What did you say?" she asked, and straightened her skirt nervously.

The tiny boy giggled and shook his right hand rapidly as if he was trying to fan himself. "I said, What a kiss and that it's time to marry. Don't you think it's time, Papai?" He was trying to climb up on the huge man, but just managed it, when Skinner took him in his large arms. Finally settled comfortable he grinned at them. "Besides, so I don't have to tool along here and there all the time. And I swear, I don't gonna sleep all the time in your bed, Papai. But sometimes it's surely allowed, isn't it, Mamae?" he said grinning, and shook his head in disbelief, when they blushed. He rolled his eyes. 'Grown ups.' Just because he was tiny they thought he didn't know about certain things.

After all, he had lived in the streets for almost four years. The last year had been in full time, and the others his mother was working all day and the most part of night.

He had learned to cook, when he was about three, as Alexandre had left him almost all the time alone. Alex was 5 years older than him. But nevertheless he had felt secure with him. No other boy was allowed to approach him, or he had to deal with Alexandre and this could be very dangerous, even for him. No one of the others could approach him, but Alexandre could be mean sometimes and beat him very hard. It hadn't been all the time that way, but when he began to take drugs he lost it sometimes in the last year they were together.

He leaned his head on the broad shoulder and sighed. His new father had seen his back and the marks and had hugged him then, with tears in his eyes. Alexandre had never hugged him and his mother just when he was very little. It was so nice to be hugged. That made him remember of one of Maggie's grandchildren, Mark. He didn't like it to be hugged. His loss, Mark surely didn't know, what he was losing. He, Chico, had began to call her Mamae then and had hugged her even more in front of this Mark. What about, that Mark had called him, when they were alone as a ... well he forgot the name and he wasn't going to put it in his enlarging vocabulary. Surely not. Only whiny little boys could be hugged, Mark had said to him. He had taken him by his collar then and had said very slowly, the way he had Papai seen do it once, to let him be as he was, and that HE, Mark, was whiny. He Chico would never had made a scandal like he did, by a simple scratch on his knee. And he said also that a Brazilian liked to be hugged. He made him respect him.

Didn't they say, like father like son? Gee, so he had to turn out a good FBI agent. He only hoped, he would grow taller.

End of part three.

Hope you like it till now. Feedback welcomed as always.

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JUNGLE HEAT II: The Sign of Evil(04/16)

Part Four - NC-17

Scully's Apartment

Saturday, August 9th

06:20 am

Scully sat heavy down on her couch and patted the place beside her for Mulder to sit down. His face lit up and he locked the apartment door.

"So G-man, where were we? Hmm. Right. I said: 'What did you say?' And you repeated: 'Marry me.'" She looked at him and arched her eyebrow and leaned forward. Waiting. After a while when he just looked at her a little uncertain what to do next she asked. "What are you waiting for?"

"It's your turn, you didn't answer yet." He whispered.

Although her gaze softened at that, he certainly didn't know what answer to expect, he was sometimes just so clueless and uncertain of himself. "Well, ... it depends." She said and sat on his lap.

"On what?" he whispered and embraced her tightly.

"Can you repeat it a bit louder? Otherwise I'm not sure if you really mean it."

"Scully," he cleared his throat it had sounded a little shaky, "will ... ." He stood up and settled her on the couch, suddenly thinking, a little romance was sure in the mood. He bent down on one knee, God, how nervous he was. "Dana Scully, will you marry ...?" he suddenly remembered the ring. Gee, he was messing up again. "Dana Scully, will you ..."

"Yes!"

"... marry me?" After some seconds his eyes opened wide. "Yes?"

"Yes!" She leaned forward with a smile in her face. "Shouldn't you show me the ring now?" She couldn't help but laugh out loud by his astonished face to the ring in his still cramped hand. She wouldn't have him different and she knelt down and held her left hand out for him.

He smiled and said with a little flush beginning on his collar up.

"What luck, you hold your hand up, I sure would have put it on the wrong one."

"Oh, Mulder. It's beautiful. It must have cost a fortune. You shouldn't ... ." she exclaimed when she saw the ring with the diamond surrounded by tiny aquamarines, the color of her eyes shining on her hand.

"Anything for you, Dana. It reminded me of you, when I saw it." He whispered, still shaken she had said yes. He knew, it was a bad timing with the still open case, but couldn't wait any longer. Life could be so short sometimes and he wasn't about to waste anymore of it.

She looked up and embraced him. How she loved this man, with all his failures, and sometimes it almost frightened her a bit. She leaned forward.

Mulder couldn't help but gaze at her, speechless, by the shiny blue eyes of hers, with all the love he could see in them. He was unprepared, when she leaned heavily on him and kissed him forceful on his trembling lips. He fell slowly back, breathless by her kiss. She was on top of him and smiled secretly. He had fallen completely on the soft carpet beside the couch and held her by her waist and then he began to slowly open the buttons of her blouse, one by one with no haste. He took her by her back to draw her closer to him, but she held him back and sat straight on his lap and drew him closer to her, pulling him up by his tie 'til he was almost sitting.

He was lost by her gaze of pure passion and love. With shaking hands he reached for her bra.

"Ah, ah!" she said shaking her head and took him by his wrist and placed his palm on the carpet with a gentle but firm squeeze. He sat a bit back supported by his arms on each side, placed on the floor. If she wanted control, he would give it to her. Anything for his Scully. Mulder couldn't tear his eyes from her as she began to take off her light suitjacket. Her eyes never left his, when she threw it almost behind her, and then took off her blouse too.

"I think, you are too clothed." She said with her voice so soft as a caress.

He was nervous and began to tug at his tie, to loosen it, but she shook her head again and smiled when she drew his hand in the direction it had been before, he obeyed, it was just so hard not to touch her. He held his breath, when she took away his suitjacket, slowly discarding it from his shoulders, her hands caressing his arms on the way down, till it fell to the floor but still held around his hands.

She took one after the other to free him from the light summer suit jacket and threw it to the forming pile a little to her left and reached then, never averting her gaze from his darkening eyes, to give the same attention to his white shirt, leaving just the loosened tie around his neck. She could see the soft pulsing on his throat quickening and his bare chest heavening and the soft tremble of his arms.

He almost couldn't stand it, when she drew him closer again by his tie and traced with her index finger his sensuous lower lip. Teasing him. He was aroused by her simple touch and her scent was intoxicating. He closed his eyes when she began to trace all of his face with both hands, just the fingers caressing his hair, descending to his forehead, tracing his high cheekbones and reaching his throat. Her silky hands left a tickling sensation on his bare skin so that he felt hot and cold in one. He had never felt so sensitive and vulnerable in his life and longed for her touch never to end.

She began to caress his chest descending to his abdomen and leaned heavily on him, bending him so he rested with his back on the soft carpet.

Then her lips made the same way her hands had made, kissing and licking her way down, till she reached his already hard nipples, he was loosing all his control, when she slipped one hand from the waist band into his pants to caress him.

"Dana, please." He whispered and arched his thigh to meet hers. She slipped up again and ravaged his mouth and invaded it with her velvet tongue, exploring him all and then she began to suck at it. Their tongues mixed , erotically, exchanging their rare flavours. When she began to pull away he couldn't help but to follow her, but was impeded by the slight pressure of her hands on his trembling shoulders his sweaty skin gave him an overnatural shine by the soft lamp in the corner of the living room. His eyes seemed like the savage foliage in the rare colors of the jungle, shining in his passion.

Scully, sat up in a ragged move and slipped down, 'til she was sitting on his thigh and began to open his pants and slid them down, freeing him from the confining cloth. He helped her by arching his body to make it easier for her to free him from all his clothes. She moved to his side and discarded his shoes and socks, before she discarded his pants, throwing it together with the boxer shorts to the growing pile.

She discarded her remaining clothes as well, suddenly she couldn't wait to feel all his naked skin over hers. She covered him partially with her tiny frame in comparison to his and could feel his erection sliding down her body, and could hear him groan softly and trembling all the more by the light friction from skin to skin. She held his hands down squeezing them when he tried to embrace her again and held them to his sides while she kissed and licked his nipples one by one and finally bit them softly. He squirmed restlessely under her touch and the feel of her body over him. His breath became ragged and he groaned deeply.

"Please, Dana, please." He pleaded now. He was so beautiful in his passion that she began to stroke him and then settled herself over him, engulfing him with her sweet wetness. He trembled all over when he could feel her, could feel himself in her and rocked to the pace she settled, arcing his lower body to meet her by each thrust, feeling himself always deeper inside of her. He thought he was going to die. With a final deep thrust she drew him closer to her and kissed him, plunging her tongue deep into his velvet mouth and began to rock again, while she could feel his hands on her waist squeezing them and then he shuddered in his release as well as in hers.

She lowered his head again and gave him a final kiss while she lowered her sweaty body on his, still connected in their passion. She looked at his beautiful face, yes beautiful, as it was now flushed and with tears running down from his cheeks in his vulnerability to the moment. She kissed them away and felt her own eyes with tears dropping down mixing with his own. With a final stroke over his chest she bedded her head in the hollow of his neck and closed her eyes, suddendly feeling very tired.

"Dana, I love you." she could hear him say softly and adjusting her in his arms, and when he drifted in his sleep he could hear her whispering sleepily. "I love you too, Fox." He smiled happily and held her very close.

Neither of them saw the dark shadow on the balcony, gazing with his fiery eyes on the sleeping pair and coming through the door, observing them and smiling evilly. Mulder stirred in his sleep and drew Scully closer to him unconsciously trying to protect her even in his sleep.

With a last gaze the dark shadow vanished from the place.

Mulder woke up suddenly feeling a cold he couldn't explain and sat up looking around with Scully in his arms. He could see nothing but the slight movement of the white curtains by the soft breeze coming through by the open balcony door. He couldn't remember having opened the door.

"What's the matter, Mulder?" Scully asked, sleepy.

"I don't know. I felt suddendly as if someone was watching us, but it is gone." She withdrew from him and stood up and looked around feeling a shudder going through her. She felt the same evil presence. "Come. Let's go to sleep in the bedroom, it's suddenly cooler here."

When they reached the bedroom, Mulder locked the door and slipped beside Scully in the fresh sheets and drew her to him. The bad sensation was gone and they fell soon asleep again feeling secure in each others arms.

Skinner's apartment

07:55 am

Chico was sitting by himself in the living room, when he felt a shudder going through him. He could see for his eyes Tia Dana and Tio Foxi observed by a dark shadow, but it didn't reach them completely as a white mist exhaled from them, protecting them from the dark evil that it was. He shuddered again and ran to his father's bedroom. He had gone to sleep for a couple of hours, as he hadn't had a chance for it that night.

Later they would meet with Maggie, his soon to be mother. He discarded his slippers before he reached the bedroom and crawled into the bed beside the sleeping man, where he felt the most secure and soon the big arms were holding him. He sighed and closed his eyes to the evil world outside for the moment and driffted himself to a heavy sleep.

End of part four.

Well, this one was difficult to write. Hope you liked it.

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TITLE: JUNGLE HEAT II: The Sign of Evil(5/16)

Part Five

Skinner's apartment

09:30 am

Skinner awoke with a start, when he heard a crying sound beside him. He opened his eyes. It was Chico, he seemed to be having a nightmare. He caressed his stubborn lock of hair carefully.

"Wake up, Chico. It's just a dream." He said tenderly. He still couldn't believe that the tiny boy was his now, and that it had been so easy to adopt him at all. Sure, Washington, the Brazilian Delegate has pointed out, it was mostly because of the lack of relatives for the boy. But nevertheless, with a little Brazilian way, as they say, all could be managed a lot quicker, even when it got through the official channels.

He became aware in the short time he stayed there, that there was a big children market there, which the Delegate had to deal. Almost all the children had been sold abroad. He almost couldn't believe the great number of abductions, and what was worse, that a great deal had been taken from families and not just streetboys. The judge had asked him a lot of questions, but they weren't that bad, and they had all been for the good of Chico.

He didn't know what he would feel if he lost him now. He closed his eyes for a brief moment. Nobody was going to take him from him, that he swore to himself and if he had to go to the extremes.

The shiny eyes opened fluttering a bit to look directly into the warm brown eyes above him. The first shadow of terror Skinner saw in the crystal-blue eyes was replaced immediately to a relieved one.

"Hi, Papai. Are you awake a lot of time? Do you have to work today? Do you want to play baseball? Or just jog? We can also just watch TV, if you are tired? I ..."

Skinner tickled him all over. "Hey, your blabber mouth. OK. We can play a bit later, don't worry. But don't forget, I'm not the youngest guy anymore. And I don't have to work today, but eventually there can be a call. So I can't promise you anything. OK?"

The tiny boy squirmed and giggled. "Stop, stop. Uncle." He cried and Skinner let him go and lie back on the bed. Soon the boy was sitting on his stomach and began to tickle him. Then he stopped. "OK. Nevertheless we meet Mamae soon anyway, for lunch." He bent down to stop just inches from the stubby face. And looked very earnestly into the brown eyes. "When are you going to marry her?"

"What do you think?" Skinner asked.

"Well, it should have been May, June or July, but you did pass this oportunity. August is impossible, that's not a good month to marry. September will be OK. Can I wear a tux? Surely you are going to marry in the big church over there or the little chapel near Mamae's. She likes it." He said confidently. "She brought me there surely three times now. And that's a lot more then I went to church myself before."

"I'm not catholic." Skinner remarked to see Chico's reaction. He seemed to have spent a lot of thoughts to this matter already.

Chico looked at him stunned for a moment. "No problem, you have just to change your faith. It's the same anyway."

"And why do I have to change mine?"

"I'm catholic, Mamae is catholic, logically you have to change, you are out numbered. That's pure logic. Spock would have said the same." The boy said very earnestly.

Skinner sit up straight so the boy came to lie on his legs. "Oh no, don't tell me you are a Star Trek fan. I have enough from Mulder."

"Star Trek is the best. I love all series, but the most I saw was the classic series. An old Swiss leaving near the Favela always let me watch it, and he had cable TV. I never took Alexandre there. He would surely robbed him. He was so nice, and there I learned to speak English so well. Well, he said I had to perfect my accent a bit. In school they teach it just in the 5th grade but I heard that they teach it from the 1st on in some Particular Schools. Tio Hans always said, when I would go up in life I had to learn much and learn English and he also began to teach me some German phrases. That's a lot more difficult than English. But I didn't understand what he wanted to say with go up, should have been grow up, didn't it? Sometimes it was difficult to understand him. More after, when his daughter from Switzerland came to visit him sometimes. That was surely good. So the first time she saw me she was a bit worried but not long and she brought me always some Swiss-Chocolate and some clothes. She was so nice. I visited him rapidly to say good-bye, he was crying. I was so worried first, but then he said he was crying because he was happy for me. Surely odd. But old people are sometimes this way. We have just to have patience, isn't it?" he grinned then. "I know I'm blabbing and I shut up now. Let's take a shower. I thought it would be colder here in the States, but it's almost as warm as in Brazil. Well, not that hot, but almost."

"It's summer now, and this temperature is not always that high. Just sometimes." Skinner answered and he stood up and went to the bathroom he shook his head. With this blabber mouth he would never get bored again. But thank God he was silent when it was needed, and very well educated. It must have been the teachings of the old Swiss man.

Scully's Apartment

Saturday, August 9th

13:30 pm

Scully woke up with a start and wanted to stand up but as so many times before now, she couldn't. Mulder kept her in his embrace during all the time. Unconscious, till their ordeal at the jungle. Before she had to complain that he ditched her all the time to pursue his Truth and she knew when he thought she would get into danger, but now it seemed he would never let go of her again. When they were on vacation, he had received a call and taken her with him, that was a new one.

In one way it had been wonderful, and they had had finally the courage to declare their love for each other, without fooling around. And sure, her miraculous cure. And what was amazing, he had declared his love before she had been cured by the old Indio. She finally admitted it to herself. Even, when she didn't believe in Aliens, she had believed in the old Indio from the beginning.

She felt sorrow at his death and missed the funny giggle of him all the while, and mostly directed at Mulder. She still had to laugh to herself, when she remembered Mulder outfitted as an Indio, with the clay in his hair. And this made her remember of the lice Mulder caught, God knows where. What luck, she had been spared of it. They had tried with a lot of medications to get rid of them, her mother had laughed out loud at this, but tried all she could. But only Chico had a recipe for it what killed all the lice. And it was so simple. But he had stated till the beginning, that he Chico never had lice but his brother and his mom's recipe was to take every cup of Coca-Cola with a spoonfull of salt and to wash the hair with it. And that was all what it took. Sure, he said, by some it needed about three times, looking pointedly at Mulder and he had shaken his head.

From Chico her thoughts wandered to Skinner. She had to admit it, in the first place she had been shocked to find out about him and her mother. Sure, she was still young to have this outgrown children, and grandchildren in Chico's age, and she had married when she was still very young. But Skinner? And he was younger. But she had to admit, that this wasn't a valid argument against it. She herself had friends with considerable age differences, more than by Skinner and her mother, and they were the most caring pair she ever knew.

And on the other hand, she thought it was great of Skinner to adopt the tiny boy. And he was so funny. Better thinking, when they really married, he would be her little brother. She laughed out loud at this, when she thought about him in her Irish family. By her laughing, Mulder awoke with a start.

"Finally you woke up. I was really considering whether or not I give you a pinch on your nose or not, or much better, bite your chin." And she really did bite him.

"Ouch! Dana Katherine Scully, that hurts." She just watched him with a smirk so he tried his best hurt puppy look, which got him a kiss, and another bite. She stood up and ran to the bathroom, before he could react. "I'm going to marry a cannibal." She heard him mumble under his breath before she closed the door. She smiled.

She got into the shower for a refreshing. It was really hot again. She startled a bit, when she felt Mulder embrace her under the shower.

"I thought, you could need a little help to wash your back." He said grinning.

She smiled back. "I have the slight feeling I heard that before."

He brushed his hands over her breasts and descended to her stomach and beyond. "Mulder, that's still not my back. And ... don't you think, it's about time to get rid of the tie?"

"You left it on and as I recall, we were interrupted the last ..." They heard the cel phone ringing. "Shit!" he murmured with his already husky voice. "They want to kill my sex life. That's it."

She grinned at this. "Answer it. I want to finish my shower first."

And put the water control a little cooler. He sighed and went to the living room.

A short time after she could feel his hands embrace her again and she reached for them, but felt that something was definitively different and looked at them. She saw long ugly fingernails on the hands she thought were Mulder's. She withdrew and squirmed in the tight embrace till she could turn around and cried for Mulder. But there was nobody in there with her.

Mulder burst into the bathroom, when he heard her shout and saw her standing in the corner of the shower, her eyes wide with horror.

"Scully, what's the matter?" he asked when he saw there was all normal in there but Scully. He embraced her.

She inhaled deeply and said with a slight tremble in her voice. "I don't know."

He held her tighter, then pushed her a bit away. "In a pig's eye. Don't lie to me. It's me and I know you. Spit it out." he was afraid, she would say something like, that she had pain, pain like the ones from her cancer. The cancer which had disapeared.

"There ... There was someone here, he embraced me from behind like you did before. It felt strange, and when I looked down they weren't yours. He had long fingernails, but when I turned he was gone." She thought, that she was loosing her mind. It had really frightened her.

He felt a chill again, as last night. "We are going to my place tonight. OK?!" She nodded. He had waited for an argument, so it had really frightened her, he thought. To be honest, it had frightened him too. Since they met this Raul Donato after midnight, to be exact. They went back to the bedroom and dressed. Mulder had some spare boxers and shirts in her drawer and went to the living room to retrieve his suit from the pile. He stopped dead in his tracks. All their clothes were shredded into pieces like some animal would have had made and the left bundle was soaked in blood.

Luigi's, in Foggy Bottom

13:30 pm

Skinner, Maggie and Chico were at the Italian restaurant having lunch, and the tiny boy caught all attention, mostly disguised, from the fellow guests. But Skinner had to admit, that he was cute, sitting so earnestly between them, he made all was possible to remain very well educated.

Chico didn't want to compromise his father by bad behaviour. His Swiss friend had taught him that education was all. But it was so hard.

He still felt a bit taken aback, when he thought about all the place at table and made sure to take the right knife, fork or spoon for each meal. He had to concentrate a lot and the table was too high too, that it made him think of the upteenth time, why he was so tiny. How was he going to reach his water glass for example? Better to let it be where it was before he spilled it all onto the table. That would surely be an embarrassment.

He looked up, when he saw a movement by his father's side, and unceremonially he was lifted by the waiter with an: "Excuse me, sir, but I forgot to provide the two cushions for your seat. I hope you can forgive me." And bowed with a little smile on his face when he had settled him on the seat again and went away. Chico looked stunned after him then grinned contentedly. But he wasn't sure, if it was earnest meant so, but he opted it was better to look as it was the most common thing in the world and bowed his head in gratitude. Things were easier now. It wasn't that bad after all and he began to talk a bit. He sighed content then. He had made it. Nothing spilled, all dry and clean, but, he was still hungry. This was a rich country but in a decent meal they could never beat Brazil, in that he was sure. He sighed, but became animated again. There was always the huge refrigerator left in the apartment, with a lot leftovers.

Suddendly another plate appeared in front of him and Skinner said with a grinning face:

"I thought you could still manage another meal. And you sure never ate a roastbeef with potatoes. You have to prove it. Then you can have your dessert, don't you?" He asked all earnest. He knew his little boy by now. And was still amazed how a tiny boy like him could eat so much. How the poor part of people in Brazil managed it, he didn't know. They must be really Life-artists with the little salary they earned. And by the way, he loved it when he saw the big eyes shine the way they shone now.

After dessert, they were preparing to leave when Skinner saw the shiny eyes in the tanned face going opaque with a lost gaze to nowhere. He took him in his arms and left, before someone could perceive it. He stirred a bit, when he heard the soft voice fluster in his ear. "Papai, tell Tio Foxi and Tia Dana, that they don't go back to her apartment. The evil is there. He wants them, but it was still difficult for him to take them away. He remembers them, and still claims them as he had pretended before. Don't let them go back. And you can tell them about me. They are soon family anyway, and Tio Foxi would never hurt me. Don't be afraid about it." He silenced then and fell asleep in the huge protective arms.

End of part five

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TITLE: JUNGLE HEAT II: The Sign of Evil(6/16)

Part Six

FBI- Headquarter , DC

Saturday, August 9th

17:30 pm

"Sir, sorry to call you, but there has been another body. Again a boy." Said Scully still in the forensic room. "But, it's different in a way. His body has been sliced from inside, all his skin was unharmed, when we found him." She went to the wash basin and discarded her bloody rubber gloves and washed her hands. Suddendly she became aware of a rotten smell all over the room.

"Scully! Look at that!" She heard Mulder shout and come to her side.

The body had begun to decompose and suddendly it was covered by all kind of insects and worms which came from inside out and fell to the white floor, but there they remained unmoving. Skinner took one between his forefinger and thumb. It was dead.

They held their noses shut, the smell became unberable to them, but stubbornly they remained in the room, to watch the terror. After a while just blank bones remained on the autopsy table and they also decayed to dust. Nothing was left from the boy as the dust and the dead insects and worms. Only then they realized how cold the room suddenly was.

They could hear a heavy breath and a raging growl which ran down their spines. All the room darkened and a strong freezing breeze went through the bare room surrounding them. They felt a heavy weight on their bodies and slicing hands over their backs, cutting through their suits and shirts and blouse. Mulder pushed Scully blindly towards him and drew himself over her, just thinking to protect her from the slicing hands. He could feel a strong hand feeling for him and Scully below him and then it was pushing them with all its power never letting go of his suit-colar. He could feel the cutting now on his bare skin, he moaned and felt tears running down his cheeks.

Something was trying to lift him from Scully, but he embraced her all the more. Hands were yanking at his hair. Then he heard Skinner moan and Scully moving below him, trying to slide with him on her back helping the pulling stubbornly pushing hand.

A freezing cold hand was now pulling at his left ankle. He kicked to break free.

A crack of the door opened and the soft light from the corridor revealed the owner from the pulling hand. Skinner yanked the door fully open and held the door frame and pulled them all the more out of the frenezy room. His face was bloody as well as his pushing arm, by cuts and his fist was white by the force he used to yank them with him out, bit by bit and gaining foot by foot. Skinner was already half out the room, when he saw some agents in the corridor watching in horror their ordeal.

"What's wrong with you, people? Can't you see I need help?" he growled at them.

Finally arms and hands were pulling at him, so he could let go of the frame and pack Mulder under his armpits. The only thing he could see in the dark room was a dark shadow. It was pulling at Mulder's ankle till their bodies were half the way out the room. Glowing eyes in reddish colors appeard in the height of the dark shadow's head, burning like two coals in the fire.

A shiny figure appeared suddenly and an unearthly scream of pure rage startled them and the last pull made the two scattered figures of his worry some agents land on his own scattered body, when the freezing hands freed them from his hold, to turn around. The door shut down with a clapping sound. And all went calm like if nothing had happened.

"Chico!" Skinner shouted and craweld out under the two agents and stood up. He yanked the shut door open and saw nothing but scattered furniture when he lit on the light. He ran to the next phone he could find and dialed Maggie's phone number and smashed his hand at the wall beside waiting the call to complete. He looked at his two agents, still sprawled on the floor, Mulder's back was worse than Scully's and he felt nothing better than they. Finally he could hear Maggie's voice through the phone.

"Hello?" she said and he could hear that she was breathing hard.

"Is Chico OK?" he asked.

"Walter? He's OK now. But he gave me almost a heart attack, he was so still like he had been dead. I'm going to the hospital, Walt. No matter what, but he's fine now, so don't be afraid."

"I'll be at the hospital with Mulder and Scully. Don't worry, Maggie." He hung up and shout at his agents. "Are you all nuts? Why didn't anybody call the medics yet?" He knelt down beside Mulder and Scully and pushed them back down, when they tried to stand up. "You lie down, until the medics come. That's an order." His commanding voice made them obey immediately. When he was in this mood, no one disobeyed.

George Washington University Hospital

18:15 pm

The receptionist frowned when she saw who came in through the emergency room. It seemed always to be the same agents alternately hurt and the intimidating, balding man, their boss as she knew by now.

Just that this time he came with them and not an hour after to terrify the nurses, even the chief nurse.

She felt a chill, when she saw the scattered trio and their shredded clothes, or what remained of them. The FBI seemed to be a dangerous job, but it seemed to be all the time the same agents, who got hurt.

Oh God, the scary man was approaching.

"Where is Frederico Walter Skinner?" the man asked. How about that, and now he was asking for the tiny cute boy who has been checked in just some minutes ago. What did he have to do with him? She thought still frowning.

"He's being examined now, by Dr. Nichols, sir."

"Where is that?"

"Sorry, but just family members are aloud to enter there." She said couragousely. She wasn't going to allow him to get near the cute boy.

"As I am his father, I think that's enough permission for me to know where the hell he is." He growled with fiery eyes.

The receptionist's eyes opened wide at that. "Sure, Sir. Sorry, Sir. He's at the end of corridor B, the door to the left, Sir." When he finally left, she bent her head in dissmay. This cute little boy was his son? Oh boy, she felt sorry for him. It must be hell to live with this domineering man.

Skinner opened the examination room and sighed relieved, when he saw Chico on the examination table and Maggie beside him.

"Papai!" called Chico, when he saw him.

"Walter! What happened to you?" Maggie said when she turned to the door by Chico's shout. He was really in a bad shape, all his clothes were shredded and his skin scratched with deep bleeding cuts. But he couldn't feel any pain until now, when he saw that Chico was fine. A little pale, but unharmed. He caressed the silky blond hair and looked down at Maggie.

"Maggie, Scully and Mulder are being examined. Look after them, I'll stay with Chico, till you come back." He said, with a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, it's not that bad as it seems."

She smiled with a worried face and bent down to kiss the tiny boy.

"I'll be right back, Chico. OK?"

He smiled at her and nodded. "Don't worry, Mamae. I'm fine. Go see Tia Dana and Tio Foxi."

"So, that's your father. Nice to meet you, Mr. Skinner. You have a really nice boy and very courageous." She was a little stunned to see the well known AD from the FBI. The one who scared the hell out of the nurses, when he came to see his two agents. As it seemed they were back. She shook her head in disbelief. She had never had to deal with him before, but he couldn't be that bad, when she looked at the shiny crystal-blue eyes of the little boy lit up all the more when he looked at his father.

She ruffled the silky hair. "You can stand up now." Skinner helped him to dress into the odd T'shirt and shorts. "He's fine. A little tired, but in the whole very healthy."

Maggie entered again. "Is he OK?" was her first question.

"Yeah, Maggie. How are Scully and Mulder?"

"Thank God, they're fine. The doctor said they could go home in two days. Now it's your turn to get treated, Walter. I'll stay with Chico."

"Fine, go with him to Mulder and Scully in the meantime." He had seen, that the young doctor wanted to speak to him in particular, without Chico around.

"Come this way, Mr. Skinner."

They entered the annexed room. "Please, sit down, sir. And, please, don't worry before the results come to us. I could make out some swellings in his abdomen and chest, the results will only be conclusive in about a month."

She saw the man's eyes going darker and his face pale. She should have been more diplomatic. But, how could you say to someone that probably his son had a tumor, malignant or benign?

"Does ... does he have to stay at the hospital?" he whispered then.

"No, sir. As I said before, he's fine so far and only the results can give us conclusivness. And it's better to treat him as nothing has happened. And, about the beating marks on his back, well, they are disappearing but, did you...?"

Skinner looked at her. "No. I could never hurt a child. He's adopted."

"Sorry, sir. I really didn't believe it had been you. The boy has too much love in his eyes for you if it would have been you. But I had to ask."

"Sure, it's your right to ask." Skinner felt really miserable now, not by the questions. His son could be dying. It ringed all the time in his mind. He stood up and turned around, he had to go out of this room, but swayed.

"Oh Holy Christ!" Dr. Nichols just saw now the misshandled back of the swaying man before her. She called a nurse. "Bring a stretcher. Now." She held him by his elbow. "Sit down, please. I'm so sorry. I didn't realize the seriousness of your wounds." What a hell of a doctor she was, she thought to herself and to give it the rest she sprang to him with news like this. She cursed herself. And where the hell had he arranged wounds like that, was beyond her understanding. They seemed like knife cuts. But they were always in four groups of pararrel cuts. She felt a chill.

End of part six

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TITLE: JUNGLE HEAT II: The Sign of Evil(7/16)

Part Seven (Well, if I say what happens I'll give it away.) perhaps NC

George Washington University Hospital

22:00 pm

"But, Dr. Nichols, it's against hospital rules. We can't..." Said the chief-nurse, frantic. She wasn't going to allow this. But she was interrupted by the doctor.

"I said let the boy in there. Doctor's orders." She closed the door of the hospital room silently and turned to the nurse. "For Godsake, they are my patients, and Mr. Skinner will be out tomorrow evening. And the boy needs him as well."

"But the rules, ..."

"In this case I order it, so it isn't against the rules." She dismissed the pissed nurse then. She had checked on the other agents too. They were battered like the AD, so Dr. Scully was in a little better shape than agent Mulder. And she really couldn't seperate the two, when she saw the little boy in the huge man's arms sleeping peacefully, after they treated the AD.

Skinner awoke in the middle of the night. He could feel the dulled pain on his back. It made him remember what had happened back in the forensic room. He still felt a chill and almost refused what he had seen with his own eyes. But there had been something here, something very evil who almost killed them. He sighed. Unconsciously he wrapped the little frame more into his big arms, as realization hit in. Chico was still in his hospital room. He smiled and looked down on the peaceful face he could make out in the soft moonlight. He caressed the stubborn lock tenderly, but stopped dead, when he remembered something else, something he tried to forget. His boy could be dying, like Scully had. He felt his eyes water with salty tears.

Skinner's apartment

Sunday, August 10th,

20:30 pm

They had come back home about two hours ago. He was plotting his escape plan before the nurses discharged him. The nurses were all too glad to get rid of the scary AD. But one thing they could see, the scary AD was really wrapped around the little boy's finger, with no hope for escape.

"Really, Maggie. I'm fine." He said for the upteenth time. "Go back to the hospital and take a look at Scully and Mulder, and please be sure, they don't go back to Scully's apartment. I think it would be better that they don't go to Mulder's apartment either. Take them somewhere else. Even the Hilton, the costs will go on FBI budget."

"But Walt, I ... ."

"I'm fine."

She looked at his stubborn face, and shook her head. "OK. But swear to me that you will take a rest, you promised the doctor to stay in bed 'til tomorrow night." She glared a bit at him. He was just so stubborn sometimes, but she could be as well. On the other hand Chico would make sure of it. She tugged his blanket to his neck and gave him a kiss. She was totally unprepared, when he laced his arms around her waist and kissed her hungrily on her full lips, before he released her.

"Just to remind you, that I'm not that useless as you mean to think I am." And grinned at her flushed face and wink with an eye to Chico, who was giggling beside him, wrapped under the blanket too.

"Ai, ai, ai, ai, ai. I think September is a very good monthi to marry. Good Night, Mamae. Take care of Tio Foxi and Tia Dana. A mother's love always keeps away a bad spirit. So go there, and they will be fine. I will take care of Papai. Don't worry." He yawned and nestled his head on the large chest, and dozed off. He was very, very tired indeed.

FBI-HQ Washington DC

Wednesday, August 13th 1997

11:30 am

There were many glances towards them before they reached their basement at the FBI-HQ this morning. But as used to it as they were in the five years they were partnered they didn't aknowledge them as any other day. They were involved in their argument of the possible theories, and Mulder as always had his own ones, which Scully debatated with her own, trying to refuse the obvious. The other agents just looked at each other, but the most of them felt a chill, mostly the ones who had in fact seen the "thing" down in the basement. The X-Files were really spooky. They reminded their own business. Let the Spooky team deal with the rest, was their motto, it was more secure. They hoped.

"But, Scully, how can you refuse it? You yourself saw it there."

She frowned. "OK. Whatever. But what can we do? Call some Ghostbusters?" She frowned deeper, when she saw Mulder's eyes sparkle with excitement. "Don't go there, Mulder."

"But, Scully, that's a fantastic idea. I'll send an e-mail to the Gunmen, to find out a good one. Where are you going? Wait for me." He demanded. He wasn't going to let her out of his sight, of that he was sure.

"Are you sure? I don't think the girls would like it to see ye in there. And I sure can manage it alone, Mulder." She smiled sweetly and fluttered her eyelids a bit.

He frowned. "I'll wait outside."

"Oh, no. You're not." She said and went away, but soon she could hear him some steps behind her. "Didn't I say to ... ." she began and trailed off. There was no one behind her. She was almost shouting for Mulder, when she saw him coming around the corner. "Why did it take so long?" she muttered. He looked pointedly at her and thought. 'Women!' the older he became the less he could understand them. He gained some odd glances, while he was waiting beside the ladies' washroom. It didn't matter to him and he smirked back at them.

"Agent Mulder. Waiting for Agent Scully?" asked Kim, Skinner's secretary. "I tried to reach you. AD Skinner wants to talk to you two, he gave me this number, where he can be reached." She smiled at him. Even with his bruised face he was cute, and already settled she thought to herself. She could make out the slight changes in their behaviour to each other, even, she thought, that others wouldn't perceive them. She was happy for them, she thought that for a long time they belonged together.

She gave him the number and went down the corridor.

"What number is that?" asked Scully when she came out and she could see Mulder with the phone number in hands.

"Skinner's. Kim gave it to me this very moment. We've to call him now."

"OK. It's already 05:30 pm."

They decided to call from the garage with the cel phone on their way out.

"Mulder?"

"Yes, sir."

"Come with Scully to the harbor, Pier 13. I'll be waiting. Chico is with me here. Don't worry. All's OK now."

"That's odd." Said Mulder. "He says we have to go to Pier 13, and hung up."

"Then let's go."

Harbor, Pier 13

06:15 pm

"Mulder, there's Skinner. He's waving us to get into the warehouse. Let's go."

They reached the ware house and got in. They glanced at each other and took their weapons out. It was better to be prepared. It was dark inside.

"Over here!" they heard Skinner's voice from the center and they saw him standing by an altar with his back to them. There were some candles on the floor in various shapes but just black and red ones and all lit to iluminate the immediate surroundings. They could see also the legs of a man from the corner of the altar. "He's dead." Said Skinner whispering and turned around. His eyes were burning like two coals in a fire place and the mannly face transformed itself into the one of Raul Donato in an evil mask.

They fired their guns hitting the chest of the transforming man, but he came closer step by step without wavering when the bullets hit him, 'til there was no one left. He shoved the weapons with a sharp hand waving them away. They turned around and Mulder took Scully by her hand to run away. When they almost reached the door, two frames, clothed in red coats appeared before them from out of thin air.

Soon they were surrounded by more figures closing the circle around them. There was no way to escape. Nevertheless, they run towards one side and tried to ran down the ones in front of them.

Suddenly the hell broke loose and a sharp freezing wind banged at them and shoved them back to the center. Scully landed in the middle of the candles and Mulder on top of her. She cried out in pain not from the fire of the candles, but from Mulder's heavy frame on hers. His elbow had crashed on her ribs and a sharp pain went through her.

Mulder winced in pain himself but took her by her waist and crawled near the altar. The dark shadow of the evil man came in the way and he hovered over them. Mulder jerked back from him, but it was too late. The men in red coats, held them tight and yanked them up, so they came to stand with their hands to their backs to face the ugly man. They could feel the heavy breath over their faces, the stale smell of death was making them nauseous.

The knotted hands with the long yellow fingernails took their heads in a forceful grip and turned their faces from side to side. Then he came close to Scully's face. Mulder tried to turn his head to see what the monster was doing to his Scully, but he could just observe from the corner of his eyes and felt rage and nausea settle in when he saw him lick her and force her mouth open to kiss her, invading her with his stale tongue. He felt his eyes water in pure rage and helplesness. He began to kick him and the burning eyes turned to him. Donato raised his head a bit and drew Mulder closer to his pock-marked face and forced his mouth open as well and invaded him too. When Mulder was almost without air he let them go.

"Bring them to the ship." He ordered with his growling voice.

Skinner's apartment

same hour

Skinner didn't know what to do, as Chico convulsed in front of him. He took him into his arms and was almost out of his apartment to get to the hospital, when Chico stopped him.

"No, Papai, waiti. It's OK now." He ragged heavy breathing.

"Papai, he has them. He tooki Foxi and Dana. They ... they thoughti it was you. So he could geti to them. They had to come willingly in his place. He observed them a lot to the only purpose to geti to them. He won't do them any harm at the moment, or not much. He needs them alive."

End of part 7

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TITLE: JUNGLE HEAT II: The Sign of Evil(8/16)

Part Eight NC-17 - creepy

Skinner's apartment

Wednesday, August 13th

06:30 pm

"Kim, did you see Agents Mulder and Scully?" Kim was a bit taken aback by the harsh voice. "Yes, sir. I gave them the phone number you gave me about two hours ago. The last time I saw them was at 05:30 pm. I'm sure of it. I was making some copies."

"What phone number? I've been home the whole time. I didn't call you."

She gave him the number and he ordered her to find out where it came from and gave more orders like a tirade. Then he hung up.

He glanced than at Chico and dialed the hotel's number where Scully and Mulder had checked in yesterday. The same, they weren't there as well. He prepared to go to the FBI-HQ and decided to take Chico with him. As the things went on he wasn't going to let him out of his sight. He helped him dress and again dialed his secretary to inform her that he was coming and if there was any news yet.

"The phone number is from a cabin at the harbor, between Pier 13 and 14, sir."

"Send some men there. I want all the possible agents on search for the missing agents Mulder and Scully, at once. And call agent Plumper. Tell him I'll see him in about 45 minutes."

"Yes, sir. Understood."

"Come, Chico. You come with me this time. Never leave my side. Okay?"

"Yes, Papai." When they got out, Skinner lifted him into his arms and placed him into the backseat, buckling him in.

When they reached the FBI parking lot, Agent Plumper was arriving at the same time. "Good you're here, Plumper. Mulder and Scully are lost again."

"What? Not again. They should be leashed in my opinion. Hi, Chico."

"Hi, Tio Thomas." The boy said, breathless, as he was more running then walking beside Skinner's rapid pace. He hardly could take a good look at the huge building when they got into the subgarage. And he was so interested to see his father's working place as he was remembering the Elliot Ness Series.

Skinner looked down at his tiny boy and took him again in his left arm. Finally they came to a halt at the Security guard. The elderly man looked at the tiny boy in the AD's arm and ruffled his hair. "New agent?" He asked smiling.

Chico smiled at him his eyes all shining, but strangely sad in a way.

"No, visitor." That he had learned from the Series. " Going to see Papai's working place. My name is Chico Walter Skinner. What's your name, sir?"

The security guard arched his eyebrows, astonished. He didn't know the AD had a son. When he hung him a visitor's badge on he told his name to the cute tiny boy. The boy waved him good-bye.

There was no one who didn't look at least twice to the boy on the AD's arm.

"Kim. Nothing yet?" Skinner asked his secretary before he entered his office.

"No, sir." She said, unperturbed. She was one of the few who knew about Chico. So, that was Skinner's adopted son. Cute, but so tiny. She blinked at him. She smiled. This one was going to be a heartbreaker.

Skinner put Chico down on his desk and was all business. His orders came again out as tirades. Chico remained strangely quiet on the place his father put him on. His heart was heavy. And the hours went on. And still no sign of the missing ones. He sight. He saw it coming.

"It's growing stronger, Papai. Soon their love can't hold him back anymore." He whispered, when they were alone.

Skinner took him on his lap, to sit with him at the table and held him tight. He rested his chin on the silky hair and closed his eyes for a moment. "Can you see where they are?" he asked softly.

"Not totally. But it's a very dark room, and it is wavering. Tio Foxi is nauseous and it's cold. But in the moment the evil isn't with them. It can't remain very long near them yet. But soon. There are some men in red coats guarding them."

Skinner felt a chill each time Chico kept calling the man "it".

"Waving." He murmured and hit the phone. "Kim. Tell the agents to look in all ships."

"Yes, sir."

"I'll go home, but call me anytime when there's something new."

"Come, let's go home and call Maggie. She doesn't know yet."

"OK. But call her only when we're home." he begged.

"Why?"

"It's better. Please?"

"Sure. What do you think, we could go to her."

"No, better not. When we are home call her."

Skinner looked at him puzzled. Perhaps he was afraid that Maggie could be in danger when she got out. He thought it was better to follow his son's advice. Perhaps he had a feeling. "What's that?" he asked and bent down when they were on their way to the elevators. There was forming a strange sign on the boy's left palm. Red as blood.

"I don't know, Papai. It wasn't there a moment before." Said the boy with a shaky voice. He felt suddendly very tired. On the way to the subgarage Skinner observed the strange sign again. It was rough to the touch and dark red. He had a bad feeling. It was better to go to the hospital than at home.

He placed Chico into the backseat again and buckled him. When he got up something hit him hard on his head. He jerked around and came face to face with some red men clothed in red long coats. He hit the cement floor of the subgarage hard. He could feel again that freezing cold from the basement. Oh God, Chico was his last thought before all went black.

The men clothed in coats yanked the car door wide open but didn't touch the tiny boy. But they stood quietly beside the open car door.

"Papai!" Chico screamed and tried frantically to undo the buckle and finally succeeded. He jumped hurriedly out of the car to kneel beside the unconscious body of his father. "Don't touch him." He cried in rage to the dark vulture in front of him.

"So, you will come with me willingly to save him?" Chico heard the growling voice asking and the burning gaze looking expectantly down at him.

"What about Tio Foxi and Tia Dana?"

"I'll take them with us, but if you come I will release them in the end."

Chico didn't have to think much, he would do anything to save his father and the other two. Skinner felt a gentle kiss and something wet on his face and the soft voice of Chico in his half-conscious mind. "Don't worry, Papai. All will be fine. Don't forget to marry in September. It's surely a good month. My birthday is in September. I have to go now." And the sofly lips on his face were gone.

"Sir, Sir!" he heard Plumpers voice coming like through a waterfall.

He opened his eyes. Then with a start he sat up, his head was spinning. He could barely hold his eyes open. He was still in the sub garage.

He stood up in a swift motion. "Chico!" he shouted and spun around. "Where's Chico?" and suddendly he could rememeber the soft voice. He froze. It had taken him away. He looked at his watch. Almost two hours had passed since he had gone down to leave the FBI-Building. Two hours and Chico was somewhere out there in the hands of this evil being.

He dashed back to his car. The Harbor flashed through his mind.

"Get in the car, Plumper. We're going to the harbor. They took Chico. Is there some news?"

"Nothing yet. What the hell is going on? Donato is dead for God's sake. What's ... it?"

"I don't know, but I can swear it's nothing human."

Somewhere in the ocean

Friday, August 15th

In the morning

"Mulder, are you asleep?" Scully asked softly. If he was she wouldn't wake him up. He was really seasick and heaved a lot. But she thought it was partially from the broken ribs he earned when he had tried to break free when they were brought to the little yacht, far away from Pier 13. She did what she could to ease his pain. Her ribs seemed just to be bruised from the fall. The room they were in was very dark and very little and sticky. It was hard to breath.

They couldn't lie down fully stretched, only curled, and with Mulder's height it must be terrible. She was a little luckier. So, who said, that height was all?

She brushed her sweaty forehead. It was also terribly hot in there. At least they were allowed to relieved themselves in a tiny washroom, but that was all. She longed for a shower. The silent figures of the coated men gave them something to eat and drink once a day. She shuddered, when she remembered the rough, stealthy tongue invading her mouth and then Mulder's. It made her feel still nauseous. It had reached down her throat. Thank God it hadn't appeared again till they were on the ship.

"Hi, sleepyhead." She said to Mulder when he woke up and kissed him tenderly on his full lips. The kiss became soon too hot and they seperated their lungs calling for air.

"Not the right place for this, I think." Said Mulder breathless, but took her again in his arms and settled her over his lap with her legs on each side of his thigh. He knetted her over her blouse and bra and slipped one hand then under her blouse to continue to caress her. Her sweaty scent and body was arousing for him and she began to tug at his shirt too. He slid up her skirt . He winced a bit, when he tried to open his fly. They made love without restriction forgetting for the moment where they were.

They could hear a heavy breath all around them for a moment but it went away as swiftly as it had come. They felt a chill. He kissed her tenderly then and they began to rearrange themselves before the guards could show up and remained embraced.

End of part eight

Feedback? For me I thought it was a little creepy. What do you think?

Should I be more creepy?????

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