I love putting people in suspence. 
Part 6 of Slippery When Wet
By QueeQuag1@aol.com (Randi Lynne Gross)
Disclaimers in part one! They do still apply

He begged the the driver to go faster. He could not believe what he had 
heard. She could not be dead. It didn't make any sense. He had just 
spoken to her. It could not be true. Unless she had....NO! He did not 
want to think about that. Sure she had been depressed lately but she 
would never take her own life. At least he hoped she wouldn't. 

  He finally arrived at the police station 20 minutes later. he paid the 
taxi driver and flew out. Detective Graff was sitting at his desk doing 
paperwork

"What happened!" Mulder asked frantically

"Nothing. Is something the matter Agent Mulder?" "I...I got a call that 
Agent Scully was dead." The detective looked at him confused. "I 
never heard that. If she was I would have been the first to hear." 
Mulder suddenly realized.

 "Come on." He said. "Scully's life may be in danger."

 "Agent Mulder what the hell are you talking about?" Mulder told him 
everything. Even the pictures.  "Lets go" said Detective Graff.

 Scully was barely able to stay awake as she parked the car in the lot. 
She hadn't slept much in the past few days. She nearly fell asleep 
driving. She walked across the parking-lot.  It was dark and deserted. 
A sudden fear gripped her and she clutched her gun and began to run 
towards the hotel. 
 
She was surprised to find Mulder wasn't in the room when she 
returned. She was almost releaved. She put her gun on the dresser and 
took off her shoes. She then collapsed onto the bed. "I'll tell him in the 
morning." she thought. Then someone opened the door. "Mulder? 
Where were you?" She asked not opening her eyes. The person did not 
reply but sat on the bed. "Mulder?" Scully opened her eyes and 
screamed. She tried to get up but he pinned her down and held a gun 
to her head, her gun. 

"Shut up and do as I say or I will kill you." He said.  He roughly pulled 
her off the bed causing her to upset a lamp. He lead her to the door. 

"Now walk." He said putting the gun against her back. They entered a 
stairwell and the man opened the door leading to a fire-escape.
 
Her car was still there. There was no sign of a struggle, no blood, no 
Scully. The hotel clerk said he saw her enter the hotel, but had not 
seen her leave. Mulder ran upstairs to the room and found nothing. 
Scully had been there however, her bed was unmade and the lamp lie 
shattered on th#xe floor. Her shoes were still on the floor where she 
had taken them off. 
 
Police swarmed throughout the hotel. Mulder was talking to a 
Hispanic maid who spoke little English.

"I gave man key." She said "Said he lost." 

"Did you see anything strange. Did you hear anything?" He asked

"No understand."  She said. 

"Screams. Hear screams?" He asked

"No hear." The woman said obviously clueless to what Mulder was 
saying.  Detective Graff walked over to Mulder.

"2 People recall hearing a scream." He said. "No one looked though."

"How could he have gotten out without anyone seeing anything?" 
Mulder asked.

"It's 4 o'clock in the morning Agent Mulder. Most people are 
sleeping." Mulder nodded feeling helpless. 

"So you think he took her?" the detective asked h#cim. "Yes. I tried to 
protect her but....I guess I failed." He decided to go to the Camacs. 
Only Lauren's dreams could save his friend now.
 
When she woke up she was in a strange room. Moonlight streamed 
through a window accross it. She thought  she was in an attic. Her 
hands  were tied in front of her and she had a gag in her mouth.  Her 
head throbbed with pain from where he had hit her with her gun and 
she could feel the dried blood on her forehead. She shook with fear. 
"How could I have been so stupid?" She thought. "I'm sorry Mulder." 
She suddenly heard footsteps. She huddled up into the corner in fright 
as the steps came closer and closer. 

"Lauren tell me everything in your dream."

"No. It's too scary."

"Please. I need you too. It could save Dana's life.

"What about her dream?" Mrs. Camac asked him.

"What dreams?"

"Didn't Agent Scully tell you?" Mrs. Camac asked

"I knew she had a bad dream. and that there was something she 
wanted to tell me. But she didn't tell me what."

"I think I might know."

Mulder sat in silence as Mrs. Camac told him everything she knew. He 
couldn't believe Scully had never told him. He was hurt by it but he 
knew that that didn't matter. What mattered was finding Scully alive.

"There was a big gray house." Lauren told Mulder

"Tell me about it."

"It had large steps leading up to it. And pillars. And alligators in the 
wiring."

"Think we could find that house?" Mulder asked Mrs. Camac. 

"I know that house. I could never forget that house. It's too odd. I am a 
real-estate Agent.  I just sold it 4 months ago"


She heard footsteps coming up a staircase. She wanted to hide but 
there seemed to be nowhere to go. She felt to weak to move as it was. 
She heard him walking towards her but could make out nothing in the 
darkness. Then an evil face appeared in the shadows. She screamed in 
fear. He smiled sadistically at her and kneeled down. "We are going to 
have a little fun now. He got on top of her restricting her movement. 
She struggled but she was stuck. . She remembered wanting to kill the 
man who had hurt her before. The same feeling swept through her. A 
sudden surge of energy allowed her to  pull her knee up into his groin. 
He screamed in pain and released his grip giving her a chance. She 
pushed him off and ran towards the window. 
 

 He drove as drove like a maniac through the deserted Florida streets. 
He  spoke to Detective Graff as he followed the directions Mrs. Camac 
had given him.

"His name is Allen Murphey" Mulder said reading the papers Mrs. 
Camac had given him. "Find all you can on him." He then dialed 
Rachel's number. He needed her to find out if he was under any 
treatment. He needed to talk to a friend.

"Rachel!" He said as she answered the phone.

 "Mulder! Hi. Whats wrong?" She always had a way of knowing how 
he was feeling. 

"It's Scully. He took her."  

"Oh my god. Whats this guys name I will try to find records." That 
was why he loved Rachel. She always came through for him. She 
always knew what to do.

"Allan Murphey. Thanks. I'm on my way now. I will call once...once 
we get  him." 

"She will be fine Mulder. She will be ok I am sure of it."

"I hope so." he said and hung up. 

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  She crawled out the window onto the roof knowing she could fall to 
certain death at any second. She was not exactly sure how she was 
going to escape. She knew she had to. She would not let him hurt her. 
She would not let herself be violated again. She heard him crawl out 
the window cursing at her. She began to crawl as fast as she could 
with her hands tied together up to the top of the roof. She reached the 
top and turned. She saw him close behind holding the gun, her gun, as 
he went. "GO AWAY! GET AWAY FROM ME YOU BASTARD!" 
She screamed. He grabbed her leg with the other hand hoping to pull 
her off. She kicked with the other leg sending the gun flying. With one 
quick bound he was on top of her again. 

  When he reached the house he could see exactly why Mrs. Camac 
had remembered it. it was a strange old house with a large iron gate in 
front. And sure enough there were alligators in the fencing. He entered 
the yard and the first thing he saw was Scullys gun. Then he heard a 
scream. He looked up and saw them on the roof struggling.

"Scully!" He screamed taking out his gun. "Federal Agent Freeze!" He 
screamed. But before he could do anything both of them rolled off the 
top towards the other side of the house. He raced to the back but it ws 
to late. He heard them thud and saw the body lying lifeless of the hard 
pavement.

END OF PART SIX!