Title: Getting Caught
Author: Dusina Wong
Classification: S RA
Spoilers: None
Keyword: Mulder/Scully Romance
Summary: Scully tries to talk some sense in to a drunk Mulder by
the  bar.

Disclaimers: I don't own these characters, they belong to Chris
Carter, 1013 Productions and FOX Network.
Author's Note: It's suppose to be at a function. I know I haven't
made that very clear in the text, but I guessed you could figure
it out anyway. Where else would our beloved agents spend time
with other agents? :-) 



Skinner knew that Dana Scully was an intelligent woman, but he
could also tell when she wasn't paying attention. Her gaze seemed
to be focused on something else, behind him, and the smile she
had just offered, was all together faked. Not that it was
anything really  important he was telling her, nothing she
couldn't live without, but it made him curious. Still, his pride
told him not to look around to see what held her attention.

"How's the case going?" he tried, wondering if it was the choice
of conversation that bored her.

"Uhh, good," she said, her mind somewhere else.

Nodding slowly, he had to fight the urge to turn around. Scully
sipped from her water, swallowed and sighed out loud. Skinner
eyed her closely knowing he had lost her interest a long time
ago. Maybe he should leave her be. Turning to Agent Hopper at his
left he started discussing a famous case with him once in a while
looking at Scully from the corner of his eye.

By the bar, behind Skinner, sat Mulder. Or at least, he tried to
sit, the amount of drinks making him slide a little on the tiny
furniture. 

Scully had watched him empty one drink after the other, with a
great deal of concern, at the same time trying to make out what
her boss was talking about.

There were other agents by the bar, they had also taken a few
drinks and were all a little tipsy. But Mulder was drunk. He
didn't show an interest in talking to anyone around him, except
the waiter when his drink had run out, and he looked pained. She
wanted to walk over to him, but didn't want Skinner to notice him
just yet.

One of the other agents, Agent Wilson, was sitting next to
Scully. He was just about to ask her something when he realized
her concentration was somewhere else. Not being as delicate as
Skinner he immediately followed her gaze, smiling amused as it
found its goal.

"Looks like "Spooky" is enjoying himself," he grinned making a
few heads turn.

Even Skinner turned around, a little relieved he had gotten a
reason to do so without being rude. He found Mulder, by the bar,
obviously drunk, playing with two tiny umbrellas, his lower lip
pouted as the one of a grumpy child. Skinner sighed and turned
around, only to meet Scully's tormented gaze.

"Will you excuse me for a moment?" she coughed, trying as neatly
as possible to slide out of her chair.

Some of the men surrounding her, including Skinner, raised to
show her courtesy as she was leaving the table. She hardly
noticed.

Mulder had managed to break one of his umbrellas and was trying
to find out how to fix it as Scully closed up to him. She was
well aware of the fact that she was being watched as she
successfully squeezed her way in between Mulder and the agent
next to him. Mulder sensed a presence and slowly lifted his gaze
to meet a pair of blue eyes that were staring back at him. A
phony smile wiped across his face.

"Hi Sculllly," he slurred reaching her his broken umbrella,
realizing it was indeed broken and quickly shifted to the other
one.

Scully gave him a small smile in return and took the umbrella,
holding it absentmindedly in her hand.

"Do you want me to drive you home Mulder?" she offered, trying to
keep her voice low.

Mulder didn't feel the need to do the same.

"Come here Scully," he smiled patting his knee with a glimmer in
those hazel eyes.

With that look he gave her, she could hardly stand up straight,
feeling her knees buckle. But she would not fulfill his wish.

"I think we'd better take you home," she suggested instead
suddenly realizing how close to him she was actually standing.

He shook his head determined, emptying his drink. All done he
waved at the bartender to come, sending forward a dark,
well-build man to the counter.

"One more," he said. "And a....," turning to Scully. "..what do
you want Scully?"

"Nothing, thank you," she sighed smiling slightly to the
bartender. 

"Come now Mulder, I'm driving you home."

Forgetting all about his order, he frowned his nose at her, in
his own little way telling her he didn't want to go home just
yet. Scully shifted on her feet begging him with her eyes. He
answered by taking her hand, just holding it loosely in his grip
for a while. The situation started to feel awkward, but for some
reason she didn't remove her hand, thinking it might give him
some easement.

He leaned in closer to her until he felt the touch of her hair,
lightly caressing his cheek. About an inch from her ear she could
feel his warm breath, smell the heavy fragrance of alcohol,
clinging to the air between them.

"Do you believe in the existence of extra terrestrials?" he
whispered with a devilish smile, her hand still resting in his.

Leaning back again, he saw the smile on her lips, honest.
Remembering. He grinned content giving her hand a slight squeeze.
She shook her head at him, still smiling.

Suddenly she felt his other hand on her hip, carefully pulling
her closer. The space was ridiculously small and the gentle touch
made her stumble over her own two feet, landing between his legs,
her free hand seeking support against his thigh. He slid his arms
around her waist, and she was clasped against him.

"Mulder," she warned feeling the air getting thick.

Instead of releasing her, he took her closer against him, gazing
at her with calm eyes. Scully put her hands on his chest trying
to show her disapproval. He looked sad and she unrestrained her
hold, letting her hands rest in his knee. Mulder smiled and
closed his eyes for a moment.

When he opened his eyes again, he held her gaze for a while,
trying to see what she was thinking. But his sight was blurry and
all he could make out was the hint of blue he so well knew. She
was relaxing in his arms, the tension easing as her breathings
softened. As if his neck had grown limp, his head drifted
forward, cautiously coming to lean against her neck, buried in
the soft curve there. He took her closer against him, her body
now crushed against his, her arms at his sides, not knowing where
to go.

"Mulder," she whispered, hearing her voice break at the end.

He didn't seem to listen, smoothing his hands on her back at the
same time pressing his lips against her neck, inhaling her scent.
The body in his arms shivered and he started nuzzling her neck a
bit. Scully heard herself gasp.

The warm breeze of his breath, close against her neck started
moving up to her ear. Paralyzed she felt him caress her earlobe
with his lips, just letting the tip pass briefly between them.

"God, you smell so good," he whispered, his voice thick, his
hands still stroking her back.

Scully felt like fainting from the overwhelming sensation of his
touch. Aware of the bulge in his pants that pressed against her
own body her knees gave in for a moment. He caught her gently in
his arms, lifting his head to look at her.

Her head was spinning as she met his steady gaze, those beautiful
eyes full of desire stirring up her suppressed feelings. Opening
her mouth to say something she heard a loud cough behind her,
taking her abruptly back to reality.

"Agent Mulder and Scully!"

A.D Skinner was standing in front of them now, his eyes raging,
lips twitched to a small line. Scully swallowed hard, trying to
gather her thoughts and think rational.

"Sir," she blushed despite herself.

"I would suggest you take Agent Mulder home," he said, his jaws 
clenched, the line in his forehead all too apparent.

"Yes sir," she nodded embarrassed. "I was just.... going to."

She forced Mulder to stand, hoping he wouldn't do anything stupid
again. He seemed to understand what was going on, persisting on
standing on his own, just needing a little support from Scully.

"Need any help Agent Scully?" one of the Agents in the bar asked
amused.

Skinner shot him a gaze and he quietly turned to his friend
beside him. Scully didn't seem to bother that much being occupied
with Mulder getting out of there. He wobbled a bit, taking a firm
grip around Scully's waist to keep standing straight.

"Should I help you?" Skinner asked concerned, even so knowing
that she wasn't as weak as she appeared.

"No, I got it," she assured. "Thanks anyway."

And with that, the two agents walked out of there, one all too
aware of the consequences of this little incident of theirs, the
other still in a state of not caring.

Making it out to the parking space Scully stopped for a while to 
remember where she had parked her car. Just as she found it she
felt a hand clasping hers, firm and warm. She looked up at him
finding him  smiling content.

"Your place or mine?" he asked pulling her close.

She shook her head at him in disbelief wondering if she would
ever figure out how this man was thinking.

"I don't know if I should encourage you," she moped. "You almost
got us caught in there."

He smiled, his sweet innocent smile. And she loved him just the
same.

The End