Professional Pedigree
-Melissa White

MARCH  13, 1998  10:35 a.m
Periville, Idaho

"It was like so real.  I could actually feel the skin underneath my nails 
and feel the blood running though my fingers," A visibly disturbed woman 
sat in a cusy leather chair across from her therapist who sat in an 
equally cushy chair.  
	"Dreams often seem like real events upon awakening."
	"I know that. God knows Ive had enough of them picked through but 
I have never remembered a dream as perceptively as I remember this one."!"
	"In many cases, the more traumatic the dream, the more perceptive 
the recall."  The therapist said slowly.  Any other time she would have 
thought nothing more than this then a dream interpretation.  Only Mrs.  
Anna Pike was the second client to come into her office this morning with 
a perpetually similar dream of them perpetrating a murder.  "What we need 
to do now is find the source of such a perplexing dream."
	"Ive never murdered anyone, Abby." Mrs. Pike wailed.
	"I know, Anna. But on some level of your subconscious..."
	"Are you saying I have murderous tendencies?"
	"On some level everyone does.   When threatened, we defend.  Its 
all part of human evolution.  What I was going to say is I might be a 
manifestation of an intense hatred for someone."   Abby explained. 
	"I.. I dont really hate anyone."
	"Did the victim have an identify?"
	Before I scraped it off?" Anna chuckled nervously.  "No that I 
can recall. It was all so blurry."
	The therapist scribbled some notes and nodded for Anna to 
continue.  " IT was all blurry but I remember everything that happened up 
to the point when my alarm went off."
	"Did you notice anything strange or different when you..."  The 
therapist was interrupted by a knock at the door.  Patty, her secretary, 
stuck her head in the door.
	"Excuse me, Abby, but Officer Reilly is here,"
	"Can he wait?"
	"No it cant," Officer Tom Reilly said, entering the office.  His 
hand went for his handcuffs on his left hip. "Anna, Im afraid youre under 
arrest."
	Both Anna and Abby got to their feet and yelled, "For what?"
	"For the murder of you husband, Cassius Pike."


MARCH 13, 1998 9:30 pm
Washington, D.C.

	Agent Pendrell let the door slam behind him as he returned home 
to his apartment a rather annoying day at work.  One of the rookies had 
managed to corrupt a  very pertinent file and Pendrell spent the better 
part of the morning trying to retrieve it and clean it up instead of the 
work he was needing to be doing.  To top it off, Agent Dana Scully had 
spent the entire day out of the office. He knew that he should not have 
let that bother him so much, not that the beautiful agent would ever give 
him the time of day other then a deadline for when she needed something 
analyzed.  
	After carefully laying his gun and badge on the table, he headed 
to his bed room to trade in his uncomfortable suit for a pair of navy 
blue seat pants and a New York Yankees T-shirt.  He briefly considered 
hanging up the suit but in the end, he decided to just let it lie 
crumpled in the corner.  The perfect resting place for the day he had 
endured.  
	The next step was the kitchen. The lack of blinking  light from 
the answering machine indicated that no one had called. What else was 
new.  He could check his e-ail but that would keep him online well into 
the evening.  Instead, he opted for an evening in front of the TV with  
the John Wayne marathon and a very large sandwich or two.  He opened the 
refrigerator and began pulling all the necessary goods out to make the 
kind of sandwich ream men ate.  The sound of the phone ringing startled 
him so that he had to perform a juggling act with the mayonnaise that 
would surely have landed him a spot in Ringling Brothers.  As the rule 
went, the only people who called him at dinner time were annoying 
telemarketers.  Hed let them try to sell a vacuum cleaner to his 
answering matching.  ::Hi!  This is Danny Pendrell.  Im not here right 
now so leave a message and Ill call you back.::
	The voice he heard after the beep shocked him.. It was one of his 
favorite voices to listen too.  "Agent Pendrell, this is Agent Scully.  
Mulder and I  are flying to Idaho tonight and we have to take our own lab 
equipment and techie.  So if you get this in the next hour ca"
	Agent Pendrell finally regained his senses and dived for the 
phone.  "I.Im here," He stammered. "I was just getting out of the 
shower."  Oh that was lame! He thought to himself.  When would he learn 
not to be such a doof? 
	"Im glad I caught you," Scully said. "We could use your help with 
this case. Theres not an accessible crime lab for miles, so we have to 
take our own, She explained.  
	Pendrell was completely stunned.  Not only was he being given the 
chance to work with Scully, but a chance to go out of town.  "Me On a 
case? With you?"
	Is there a problem, Agent Pendrell?"
	"No!! I mean, no.  Everything is fine.  When do we leave?"

MARCH 14, 1998 10:20 AM
Abby Maine Residence
Periville, Iowa 10:20 AM

	Abby  Maine watched from the picture window as the four door, 
green Explorer  pulled up into her driveway. It was a cold, rainy day.  
Dreary, just the way she liked it.  She grabbed her multi-colored 
umbrella and went to meet the figures emerging from the vehicle.  All 
three immediately opened similar black umbrellas, perpendicular to the 
dismal sky.  Hi Dana!" she greeted cheerfully.  
	"Hi Abby.  I was surprised when we received your call."
	"Placid Periville,  Idaho is the last place anyone would expect 
anything phenomenal to happen."
	"I take it the two of you know each other," the dark haired man 
said.  
	"This is Abby Maine, an old friend."
	"Actually, I just tagged along with her and Melissa."  Abby 
chuckled.  
	"These are my partners, Agents Fox Mulder and Danny Pendrell.
	"Nice to meet you," Abby said shaking each of their hands.  "Why 
dont we go inside out of the rain, "Abby opened the door to her house and 
ushered her guests inside.  "Theres two guest rooms and a futon in the 
living room."
	"We can ponder the perfect sleeping arrangements later.  Id like 
to go ahead and begin," Mulder said.  
	Um, Ok.  Where would you prefer to start?"
	Why dont you tell us what exactly has passed in the past few 
day," Mulder said, his voice full of suspicion.  
	Abby raised an eyebrow.  "The only thing I know is that I have 
had five clients in three days  describing a similar dream. Now three of 
those five people are in jail. None of them have any clue as to what 
happened."
	"So basically what you are saying is that five people perpetrated 
a crime and buried it in their subconscious, " Scully said skeptically.  
	"Dont you find it just a bit perplexing that five people are in 
prison under similar circumstances in three days?" Agent Pendrell spoke 
up.  Abby had to grin. Poor man appeared a bit in intimidated by the 
other two power houses.  Abby thought it was pretty cute the way the red 
head was looking to the other agents for feed back. 
	"It happens, especially around the full moon," Scully added.  
	"Even you have to admit, it is a bit odd, Scully,"  Mulder told 
her. 
	"Were here to get to the bottom of the murders." Scully sad with 
exasperation. 
	"Right. So why dont we do just that.  What can you tell us about 
your clients, Abby." Mulder prodded.  
	Abby sighed, this was the part she was going to have trouble 
with.  But if they trusted her to spill their proverbial guts to her on a 
daily basis, then they would have to trust her to get them off.  "It 
might be easier to read the files," She said slowly.
	"Um, is there a place I can go ahead and put up the equipment?"  
Pendrell asked, "It might take a while."
	"The basement.   Its a bit furnished, but there should be plenty 
of room to set up."
	"Sounds perfect," Pendrell said.  
	It took all four of them to bring the equipment into the house, 
and down into the basement.  Before long, Agent Pendrell was busy 
assembling various pieces of equipment and Mulder, Scully and Abby were 
ready to leave.  As the two agents and Abby were going up the stairs to 
head out, Abby had one last thought, "Oh, if you see something pattering 
around here, its just my cat, Skinner."
	For some unknown reason to Abby, Mulder seemed very amused by 
this.  "You named your cat Skinner?"
	Yeah.  Prcrused him from a Skinner Box predicament.  Hes a 
peculiar cat."
	"I can imagine," Mulder said with perplexing amusement.  
	"Are you going to be all right, Agent Pendrell?"  Scully asked.  
	Pendrell visibly perked up.  "Ill be just peachy," He replied.  
He watched was the town therapoist and the two agents left. "Who says 
Peachy?" He mumbled to Skinner the cat who was poking his head through 
the door panel.  "What a doof!"

	Abby put the five portfolios on her desk. Mulder picked up the 
first of the portfolios and began poring through. Scully picked up 
another.  "Who is Dr. Porter?" Mulder inquired. 
	"He was the psychologist here prior to me."
	"Where is he now?" Scully wanted to know.  
	"Passed on," Abby replied, "I think it was a heart attack.  I got 
his house when I took the job.  Changed the furniture of course."
	"The town can afford a head shrinker but has not hotel," Mulder 
muttered as he picked up another portfolio and began t to pace.  "This 
Pike didnt see to care for fund raiser galas."
	Abby and Scully shot Mulder a look.  he ignored them and 
continued reading.  
	"Abby, last month you note says that Martha Pickers was 
presenting signs of Paranoid Schizophrenia, yet in later notations it 
isnt mentioned." Scully pointed out.  
	"What?!" Abby exclaimed, perplexed.  "I havent seen anyone with a 
psychosis." Abby pulled the file from Scully and read the indicated part 
out loud. "Patient presents prolific indications of paranoid 
schizophrenia.  Patient perceives paintings in parlour as actual person 
trying to seduce her. Will talk to doctor at hospital and get a 
prescription for Prozac for depression and will continue to monitor"  
Abbys voice grew more angry with each word.  "I did not pen this.  I dont 
even believe in drugs for emotional problems!!"
	"Are you sure?" Scully asked. 
	"Dana, this is a small, money town with a small population.  
Therapy is en vogue.  The patrons of  St. Patrick Hospital	pay good 
money to have someone to bitch too about the stresses of putting on the 
perfect party."
	"The process of procuring perfection can be daunting," Scully 
said.  
	"Which is why their paying me almost right out of grad school 
instead of a polished psychologist.  They like to hold on to the money 
they have and my degree pays less.   Trust me, None of these women have 
any sort of psychosis, much less paranoid
 schizophrenic."
	"I didnt mean to question you professional judgment, Abby."
	"Its Ok , Im stressed, Im defensive."  Abby said as she picked up 
another patient portfolio and flipped through it.  "Theres one in here 
too.  Practically worded the same. It looks exactly like my penmanship." 
She said slowly. 
	Scully took the file.  "Its worded pretty much the same," She 
said.  "Dated the same week as Martha Pickers.  Mulder, anything 
perchance perplexing in the files you have?"
	"Terry Philips and Paulina Mason both paranoid schizophrenia.  
Only noted once though.  The rest of the entries are stress about looking 
perfect and pleasing the husband and depression over poor appearances at 
parties."
	"Its still not my notations.  Proper penmanship, but I didnt 
write it," Abby defended.
	"We can give this to Agent Pendrell to analyze. Im sure he will 
be able to find something," Mulder said, stacking the files on the desk.  
	"You said only three are in jail right now, which three?"
	"Pike, Pickers and Mason."
	"Perfect.  Care for a trip to the slammer, Scully?"  Mulder asked 
with a peculiar twinkle in his eye.  
	"Just a warning, Sheriff Ernst is not particularly pleased that 
you are here."
	"Local police never are if you didnt ask their precious 
permission prior to popping up in their precinct," Scully explained."
	"If you prefer, why dont you take the files to Agent Pendrell, he 
can analyze the penmanship and be able to prove you didnt put those 
notations there."  Scully explained.  
	"Sounds like  a plan," Abby agreed.  


	Abby found Agent Pendrell down the stairs in his make shift lab, 
sitting on the sofa with Skinner in his lap. His eyes were half closed 
his lab coat was partially buttoned up.   "Agent Pendrell?"
	The red haired agent opened his eyes, a bit startled.  "Yes?"
	Abby chuckled and scrached Skinner behind the ears.  "You must 
have done something right.  Skinner doenst let just any one scratch his 
ears, much less hop on their laps."
	"Hes a very nice cat," Pendrell admitted.  
	"When he wants to be. I think I heard him hiss at Agenet Mulder 
when he pranced in"  Abby said. Pendrell chuckled.  "That man seems, 
just... well, spooky. Like he would use animals for lab experiments or 
something."  Pendrell started laughing hysterically. "Whats so funny?" 
Abby demanded to know.
	"Spooky is Agent Mulders nick name.  I dont think hes very fond 
of it."
	Abby smiled. "Its perfect for him." She plopped down on the sofa 
beside Pendrell and put the patient portfoliios in her lap. "I have 
something for you to do."
	"Good.  I fixed your Nintendo by the way."
	"Really? Thanks. I"ve missed playing. There are patient 
portfolios on five of my patients."  She opened the portfolio to the 
tabbed entry.  "This one, it looks like my pendmanship.  The problem 
being I didnt pend it.  The other entries are mine."
	"So you need me to prove that you didnt put these words in here."
	"Right."
	"No problem, " he said picking up Skinner and putting the plumb 
feline on Abbys lap. Less then leased at having a new place, Skinner 
jumped down to skulk.  "Where are Scully and Mulder?"  Pendrell 
inquired.  
	"At the prison, talking to the patients whos portfolios these 
belong too.  Anything I can do to help?"
	"Not really.  Probably have a few questions though," Pendrell 
replied.  
	"I can pretend I know the answers," Abby snickered.  
	Pendrell ignored her and asked, "Did you really know Agent Scully 
when she was younger?"  It appeared that it was taking Pendrell a good 
deal of effort to ask.  
	"Yeah.  She watched me when my parents were busy and every other 
time I was hanging about trying to be as cool as Dana and Missy."
	"Sound perfectly pleasurable,"  Pendrell said a bit dreamily.
	"You like her, dont you." Abby said. 
	"Is it that plain to perceive?"  He inquired, blushing and 
perspiring a bit.
	"Only to  a prime professional," Abby replied with a chuckle.. 
"Its my profession to perceive perculiararities in behavior.  Your secret 
is safe with me," She assured him.
	Agent Pendrell lifted the portfolios.  "Probably should start on
these."
	"Ive marked the progress notes that arent mine."
	"All right.  Do you have a particular pen you use?"
	"Yeah, Pentel RSPV.  Its the only kind I use.  Although I do use 
different actual pens.  Will that create a problem?"
	"Shouldnt.  Unless of course whoever penned the phantom progress 
notes used the same pen," The red head replied.
	"My turn to ask a question.   Why did Agent Mulder think it was 
hysterical that my cat is named Skinner?"  Abby wanted to  know.  
	"His boss at the FBI is Assistant Director Skinner."
	"Oh," Abby chuckled "Ive got some errands to run, including 
purchasing groceries."
	"I should probably know something by the time you get back."

	
   6:40 
 	  It wasnt until night had set in when Agent Pendrell finally 
looked up from his studies.  Although his thorough search had taken a 
good amount of time, he had found exactly what Abby had proclaimed had 
happened. He pushed pens into his lab coat and positioned the portfolios 
in perfect piles and his notes in another perfect pile.  He glanced at 
his watched that kept perfect time and found it was almost four hours 
past.  
	As Pendrell proceeded to  proceed up the stairs, Skinner wound 
his way around Pendrells legs, producing noises that were a cross between 
a mew and a  purr.  Pendrell bent down and plucked up the feline.  "How 
you doing there, guy?"  Skinner purred in response.  "Hungry?  It doesnt 
take four hours to pluck through produce," He pondered.  
	Pendrell pounded up the steps just as the door opened admitting 
the pair of Mulder and Scully.  
	"Dont look so disappointed to see us, Agent Pendrell," Mulder 
quipped as he shook out his umbrella.
	"Im not, uh, I mean I was planning that I would be seeing Abby."
	"Why Agent Pendrell I didnt know you were waiting for some 
action," Mulder teased.
	Pendrell could feel his face turning a putrid shade of plum.  
What if Scully pondered he actually liked Abby.  Couldnt let that happen. 
"No, uh, I mean shes perfectly a nice girl and all." The amused look on 
Mulders face told him he was drowning so he spit out his story, "She told 
me she was going to the grocery store."
	"Miss her already?" Mulder continued pitilessly.
	"Mulder," Scully reprimanded.  Mulder shrugged.
	Pendrell as elated that she had protected him.  "It was at least 
four hours ago."
	"And shes still gone."  Scully concluded.
	"Precisely."
	"Ill make a few phone calls," Mulder proclaimed.
	"Well take the car and perimeter the area between here and the 
store," Scully said.
	"Perfect," Pendrell agreed.  The word sounded at least two 
octaves higher then his normal voice.  
	Halfway to the store, they came upon a good amount of flashing 
lights.  "This should make the front page in the morning,"  Scully said 
as they slowed down.   "Probably not a particularly large number of auto 
accidents in this area."
	Pendrell was at this point lost in thought on the beauty that was 
Scully.  He caught the last part of what she said and agreed.  Staring at 
the accident, gave Agent Pendrell the opportunity to stare at Scully.  
She was looking quite pretty with her hair pulled back.  Peering in this 
direction he was able to see what had come to pass on the passage way.  
"Abby!" He exclaimed and at the same time, Scully applied all the 
pressure to the breaks.  Both Agents raced out of the Explorer with black 
umbrellas in hand. 
	Scully held up her badge.  "What is going on here?"
	"Nothing for you or the FBI to worry about, maam,"  one of the 
police replied.
	"Thats a friend of mines car that is sitting in that ditch, 
officer," Pendrell said with force.  
	"Miss Main is on the other side of the police car," the police 
person relented.  
	Pendrell and Scully trotted off to where the police person had 
indicated.  "Aaah, Agent Scully, pleasure to see you again," Sheriff  
Ernst who was standing with Abby said.  
	"What proceeded here?" Pendrell preferred to know.  Maybe his 
attempt at strong arm tactics would impress Scully.
	"Who wants to know?"
	Agent Pendrell produced his badge, something he rarely did as he 
was placed in the crime lab.  "Agent Pendrell, FBI." 
	"This is not a federal matter," The sheriff said defensively.  
	"Give it a rest, Sheriff. These people are staying at my place 
for a while," Abby proclaimed. as she leaned against the patrol car.  
"Someone was heading towards me in my lane, and I swerved and missed but 
proceeded to land in the ditch."  By this point, Abby looked like  a 
drowned peacock.  Agent Pendrell gallantly put his umbrella over her.
	The police sheriff looked perturbed. "There is no evidence that 
another vehicle passed this particular way at that particular passage of 
time."
	"Of course not! It proceeded past already!" Abby all but yelled.
	"Why dont you suspect another passing vehicle?" Scully wanted to
know.
	"There is no proof.  Poor driving cant be passed off as a an
accident."
	"I have had a perfect driving record."
	"And now you dont" 
	Abby produced a peeved pitch. "My cat is hungry.  Can I go?"  
	"Well call you when we have a report," Sheriff Ernst said.  
	"Whatever.  When is my car going to be pulled out?"
	"Probably in  a few days.  Paul of the Perky Peacock towing shop 
is in Peru."
	"Perfect." Abby moaned. "Just call me when they do."  She passed 
the accidnt and walked angrily towards the FBI agents rented Explorer.
	"I was only performing my job,"  Ernst told Scully and Pendrell 
as they watched Abbys retreat.  
	"Well be in touch," Scully said. Then she and Pendrell proceeded 
to the Explorer.   "Good work back there Agent Pendrell.  I think you 
shook the good sheriff up a bit."
	Pendrell about choked.  "Really?" 
	"He didnt looked pleased."
	Agent Pendrell grinned to him self as he slammed the door shut.  

	Skinner was waiting for them at the door when the threesome 
returned.  "OK OK let me get it out," Abby told the cat as she began 
sifting through the sopping wet contents of her back pack, searching for 
the cans of "Purrrfect" cat food she had preserved from the drowned car.  
As she stood to present skinner with his dinner, the world she perceived 
began to spin rapidly. She sat down on the chair with a pounding thud. 
	"Abby?" Scully asked softly.
	"Im perfectly all right," Abby lied. "Just a head ache.. and Im 
freezing." 
	"Keep your head down.   It looks like you may have banged your 
head on the steering wheel." Scully said.  
	Agent Pendrell took the can of cat food form her.  "Skinner is 
being demanding," he said.  
	"What else is new?" Mulder quipped.  Scully presented him with a 
looked.  
	"Bowls are in the kitchen."
	"Maybe you should go to the hospital and get that checked out,"  
Scully suggested.
	"Im fine,"  Abby persisted, "Probably just need a shower and 
sleep.  Besides, Im not getting out in that weather again.  Besides, I 
want to find out what you found out because someone changed my files for 
some purpose or other and the whole situation is just weird."
	Agent Pendrell returned to the living room carrying a thick, 
purple blanket.  "Found it in the laundry room," he said handing it to 
Abby.   Abby wrapped it about her and looked at the three agents 
pointedly. 
	"The five notes you pointed out, they were plagiarized.  No 
finger prints.  The other pages are covered in your prints and the side 
of your palm.  Those werent. They also used a different pen.  And 
finally, too bad of an attempt to look left handed to be left handed.  
Professionally presented but not perfect."  Pendrell explained.
	Although she had known it, it was still a shock to have it 
confirmed that someone would plagarize something as sacred as a medical 
patient portfolio.  "And of course, progress notes are legal documents as 
soon as theyre on the chart," She moaned. 
	"Not necessarily.  We have proof that you did not pen those," 
Scully said.  
	"So far proving nothing," Mulder added.
	"Proving that osmeone tampered with sensitive medical records," 
Scully reproached.
	"To what purpose," Mulder wanted to know.
	"And what was the deal with the peace person at he wreck scene?" 
Pendrell asked.  "He didnt even seem concerned that there was an 
accident, much less wanted to investigate it."
	"huh?" Mulder said, obviously perplexed.
	"The police person at the scene wasnt very interesting in 
collecting any facts concerning as to what perpetrated Abbys car going 
off the side of the road," Scully explained.  
	"What about my clients you paid a visit too?"  Abby wanted to know.
	"Theyre all pretty much in shock at the moment.  they brought in  
Tery Phillips while we were there," Scully replied.
	Abby moaned, "Thats great."
	"None of the women remember a thing about the deaths they 
supposedly perpetrated, though all evidence points to them as the 
perpetrator."  Scully explained.
	"Did you get anything on the prozac reference?"  Abby asked 
through chattering teeth.  
	"Mulder and I went to Martha Pickers house.  There was a bottle 
labeled Prozac but what was inside wasnt labeled Prozac."
	"Really."
	"It was white tablets..."
	"And Prozac is green and beige capsules.  I think Dr. Porter had 
everyone he saw on Prozac and I was trying to wean them off."
	"They definitely werent taking Prozac.  Speaking of which,"  
Scully as she stood up and sifted through her coat pockets and produced a 
prescription bottle.  "Agent Pendrell, I was hoping youd be able to find 
out what these are.  
	"Uh, sure." Pendrell said taking the bottle from Scully.
	Abby wanted to wink at Pendrell who turned the same putrid shade 
of plum. "Ill get on those right away," Pendrell said, taking the pill 
bottle and padding off for the safety of the basement.  
	"I made some phone calls to some contacts and found some 
interesting information about Periville, Idaho," Mulder began.   "Theres 
reports of large amounts of underground activity here."
	"You meant he mob?" Abby asked.
	"Yup. According to my sources, theres been money laundering and 
drug pushing through here for years."
	"Thats where the money in this town comes from," Abby concluded.
	"No doubt," Mulder said.  
	"But what does that have to do with anything?" Abby wanted to 
know. 
	"Now thats the magic question," Mulder said, reclining in his chair.
	"Weve got patient portfolios on all the men killed.  From what 
Ive read, they were all fine, upstanding citizens." Scully said.
	"I dont think theres such a thing in this province," Abby 
muttered.  "Well, if your interested in meeting people, there is one of 
those charity bash things tomorrow night."
	"Tomorrow?"
	"Is there a problem Mulder?" Scully asked with concern.
	"Its the Ides of March, Scully."
	"So?"
	"So? If anything is going to go down it will be tomorrow."
	"Mulder, you dont seriously think..."
	"Think about it Scully Everything is adding up to this day. And 
theres a big bash to top it off."
	Abby watched the two agents as one would watch  ping pong 
players.  It was making her head hurt worse, but it sure was 
entertaining. 
	"Mulder, I seriously doubt any of this has anything to do with a 
superstitious day."
	"Sounds like it could be the most interesting party on the 
planet," Mulder moaned.

MARCH 15, 1998  8:00 pm
Perenial Professional Building

	"I cant believe I am at one of these," Abby said through her teeth.
	"Oh come one," Mulder said sardonically, "It will be fun."
	"You ever been to one of these things?" Abby countered.
	"A Few," He admitted.  
	Abby glanced over her shoulder to Pendrell who was escorting 
Scully.  Poor Pendrell was lookig quite uncomforable. Abby knew he 
couldnt be happier. He had totally lucked out. They figured it was 
probably a good idea for Mulder to partner Abby and Pendrell to partner 
Scully since Mulder and Scully were work partners. 
	As soon as they walked in the door of the Perenial Professional 
Building, a stuffy looking woman in a dress that looked about 40 years 
too young for her greeted them.  "OH Abby dear, Im so glad you could make 
my party. Oh and you have such charming friends," She blustered. 
	"Hello, Mrs. Mullins." Abby greeted, more so to be civil then 
anything. "These are my friends, Fox Mulder, Dana Scully and Danny
Pendrell."
	"Oh so charming," Mrs. Mullins said, extending her hand, 
daintily, expecting Mulder to kiss it. He shook it instead. Behind her, 
Abby heard Scully caugh which she was sure was just a cover up for a 
laugh.  When she extended her hand to Pendrell, he gave it a quick kiss. 
"Arent you just the charmer, Mr. Pendrell.  Really, you must save me a 
dance this evening, precious.  Oh there are the Pennys."  Like the 
Prairie wind, Mrs. Mullins blustered off to another finely dressed couple.
	"Gee Agent Pendrell, youre going to give all of us bums a bad 
name, you charmed," Mulder teased.  
	"Gee Mulder, not everyone can be a Neanderthal like you," Scully
mimicked.
	"You truly wound me, Scully.  Just keep an eye on Pendrell there 
and make sure Mrs. Mullins gets his dance," Mulder winked at Pendrell.	
	Scully patted Pendrells hand, "Dont worry, I wont let her bite
you."
	Pendrell wore one of this most deep grins.  He was at a dance 
with Dana Scully!! Three days ago, this scenario only occurred in his 
most perfect wild dreams.
	"There hasnt been this much glitter gathered in one place since 
the Titanic sunk," Mulder observed as they entered the ball room.
	"Welcome to the land of money, Mulder," Scully said.
	"Something some of us wouldnt know much about," Pendrell added.
	"And now is the time to find out," Mulder said with a crooked
smile.
	Mulder tugged at his bow tie. "Im not used to these things," he 
complained to Abby.
	"I know what you mean," She agreed as she straitened the skirt of 
her ankle length satin and lace maroon dress.  "This is not my perceived, 
perfect party.  Too many stuffy people in Polyester for me."  Abby felt a 
slight twinge of envy because decked out in her slinky black dress, Agent 
Scully was absolutely beautiful.  
	Agent Mulder was about to open his mouth to say something further 
when a bulky middle aged man stepped up and tapped the mike.  "Thats the 
honorable Mayor Percival Paddleton." Abby told the Agents with a bit of 
scorn.  
	"Hello," Mayor Paddleton began, "Thank you all for coming 
tonight. We have an exciting evening in store.  So keep your eyes open.  
Its the Ides of March, Ladies and Gentlemen," At this point Agent Mulder 
shot Scully and I told you so look, "Anything can happen."  
	Everyone clapped and Mayor Paddleton stepped off the stage and 
the band began to play. A few couples waltzed out onto the dance floor. 
There were several groups of women standing around in clusters, probably 
gossiping about what everyone had on, Abby figured.  "Shall we dance and 
mingle?" Mulder offered.  
	"Why not," Abby agreed.
	"Are you two coming?" Mulder inquired of Pendrell and Scully. 		
	Scully glanced at Pendrell, who was at this point, was having a 
persistent unhealthy palour about him.  "Uh, Ill catch up.  I need to 
find the mens room."  
Pendrell took off before anyone could say anything further.  
	"Poor guy," Mulder began, "Probably not used to all the pomp and
prudes."
	"Be nice Mulder," Scully scolded.  
	"That, or hes not used to being out of his crime lab," Mulder 
continued in a teasing fashion. 
	"Mulder..."
	 "Probably not used to being around such hot babes."	
	Abby looked at him and Scully wanted to know  "My god Mulder, 
what are you on?"
	Mulder shrugged.  "What can I say, my sources are the best."

	Agent Pendrell padded to the mens room as promptly as he could 
with out looking suspicious.   Being in the presence of Agent Scully who 
surpassed prettiness in her black dress was making his peptic ulcer act 
up again.  He needed to calm down and regroup before he did something 
utterly embarrassing.  Perhaps splashing cold water on his face would do 
the trick. He was about to turn on the faucet when he heard faint voices 
from what appeared to be from the other side of the wall.  Although it 
was faint, he perceived that one of them belonged to Sheriff Ernst.  
	"... has been taken care of.  His Honour assures me that the 
wives will be prosecuted to the fullest extent."	
	"Pleasant to hear that.  Barring any further incident, we can 
proceed as planned tonight."
	"What about the FBI?"
	"Theyre not a problem.  Weve prevented that problem in the past..."
	Agent Pendrell didnt have time to hear anymore.  He rushed out of 
the bathroom and padded back into the ball room.  He headed strait 
towards Agent Mulder who was at the punch bowl.  "Agent Mulder, I think 
you should come to the rest room."
	"You know Im not that kind of man, Agent Pendrell," He persisted.
	"No!!!!  It..Its not that... Theres something going on from the 
other side of the wall that you need to hear."  He whispered loudly.  
Mulder finally relented and followed Pendrell into  the mens room. 
Pendrell was just relieved that the men were still talking.  
	"Ive got the papers that prove that all property is in his name 
and all the money is in accounts from the Caymans to Switzerland."
	"Very good. Everything untraceable back to us?"
	"Precisely.  There is the problem of those piddly FBI agents."
	"When will you learn,  the proprietors of the law are not a 
priority.  There are ways.."
	"Like the hit on that meddlesome head shrinker?"
	"Which is another matter that we need to discuss..."
	Mulder looked at Pendrell.  "Boise is about fifteen minutes away 
from here," then he took a pad and a pen out of his pocket.  "Ill get 
Abby to call the Boise office, it will be less suspicious if she makes 
the call.  You take Scully around the dance floor and apprise her of the 
situation.  Its fire work time."
	Pendrell gulped.  He was going to get to dance with Scully.  He 
could feel his face turning the putrid plum colour again as he walked to 
her on the dance floor. "Uh, can I have the pleasure of this dance?" He 
managed to get out. 
	Scully smiled and laid her punch down on the table.   Then with 
no words, she just walked into this proffered arms.  Pendrell almost 
forgot the reason for the dance. the smell of her perfume was 
intoxicating as he whispered the situation in her ear.  Out of the corner 
of his eye, he saw Abby seemingly make up a dire excuse to make a phone 
call, leaving a very dejected Agent Mulder.  
That situation was easily remedied when he cut in on him and Scully.  
"Dont fret too much, Pendrell, just need to plan," Mulder whispered.  
	Pendrell walked over to the punch bowl and was soon joined by 
Abby. "Their on their way." she said softly.  
	"Uh, maybe you should lay low."
	"No way!" Abby protested.  "I can take care of myself. And 
someone has to take care of these people while you play shoot em up with 
the mob."
	It took about thirty minutes until the Idaho precinct of the FBI 
arrived at the Perenial Professional building.  Agent Mulder answered his 
cell phone as it rang with the news. 
	Mulder pushed his way to the stand and stood at the mike in order 
to project his voice.  "Can I have your attention."  He fished in his 
pocket to produce his ID.  "FBI.  Everyone stay put."  No did anything 
much but stare at the idiot on stage.  "The exits are procured so dont 
bother leaving or trying to leave." Three men in black walked up to the 
stage and whispered something in Mulders ear.   He nodded and returned to 
the mike.  "Enjoy the party, folks."  From his position on the stage, saw 
the Mayor try to sneak off.  "Scully!!"  He shouted, and pointed. Scully 
and Pendrell sprinted off in the direction Mulder had pointed.  
   	Pendrell, never having played  a game of football in his life, 
managed to tackle the plump mayor.  One of the Idaho precinct FBI took 
hold of the mayor. "Your coming with us sir."  
	"Weve been keeping an eye on this town for years," The Idaho 
precinct FBI agent told Pendrell.  "Your information is the breakthrough 
we needed to bust this ring.  Good work."
	Pendrells face once again turned a putrid shade of pink with such 
praise.  "just doing my job," he managed to speak. 
	Mean while, Mulder was in the Mens room with two other FBI 
agents, listening to the conversation behind the wall. They knew that two 
members of Idahos finest were peremitering the area to procure and 
entrance into the room.  From somewhere in the room, they heard a door 
open and everyone greet a new arrival. 
	"I expect everything is in perfect order?"  A mans voice said.
	"Just as you wanted. Everything completed and in perfect order by 
the Ides of March, Pop.  I trust your vacation was well."
	"I saw a porpoise and opened up new operations in Puerto Rico.  I 
also heard some disturbing news about FBI in the area.," the man said 
with disappointment in his voice.
	Sheriff Ernst started to plead. "it was that therapist person.  
She perceived something was not perfect. I think the lady is a friend of 
hers  from the past or something."
	"I assume you will take care of that problem more proficiently 
then you handled the therapist problem?"
	"Ive got people on it right now, Pop."
	"Perfect.  Youve the papers?"
	There was a sound of shuffling papers.  "Package these to Puerto 
Rico. I want to be gone before the trials of those wives begin.  If the 
plan does fail, we have to have the operation moved permanently.  The 
time has come, gentlemen."
	"What if they do an autopsy on Dr. Porter," Another pipsqueak 
voice asked. "Ive heard rumors of  That his body was going to be exhumed 
and an autopsy performed."
	"They wont be able to prove that the exuberant amount or 
potassium came from another source. .  He was of no more used to us.  He 
performed his job.  And could not be trusted with the information.  
Ashame to lose such a professional psychiatrist  with his medicinal 
abilities. Probably could have used him further to persuade other people 
to do our killing.  Stop your moping and whining.  Weve got work to do. 
"  
	The Idaho policemans radio crackled and another policemans voice 
filled the bathroom.  
	"Weve procured the entrance to the room. Its around the corner, 
behind the wood panel."
	"Very good," the police with Mulder replied.  "on our way wait 
til our signal." 
	Mulder and the police moved slowly out of the mens room to the 
proper place.  Mulder counted to three on his fingers and three of them 
busted in the door with guns raised.  "Freeze! Police". 
The surprised mobsters looked up. Their reaction time was very slight.  
They overturned the table they were seated at, ducked behind it and ran 
it through the door, toppling the police.   They left the professional 
law protectors in a tangle on the floor.  
The mobsters padded strait for the door to the ball room of the Perrenial 
Professional Building.  Scully, Pendrell and Abby were waiting for them.  
"Going somewhere?"  Pendrell asked with all the forboding he could 
muster.  
             "And I guess you and your ladies here are going to stop us?"
	With out taking the time to think, Pendrell dropped the one known 
as Pops with a few swift kicks.  Scully was totally impressed.  "Wow."
	"I picked up Judo a year or two ago."  Pendrell blushed.
	Mulder and the police arrived a second later.  "Their all yours," 
Scully told them.

MARCH 14, 1998 9:30 am

	Pendrell put the last of his invaluable lab equipment into the 
back of the Explorer and pulled the hatch down.  "Thats the last of it," 
He told everyone.  
	"Thank you for coming and helping.  This is just too crazy, I 
mean mind control drugs?"	
	"Well it is one way.  There are several more, most of which are 
unexplainable," Mulder began.
	"Thats nice Mulder.  Its time to go." Scully told him, putting 
off his explanation. She gave Abby a quick hug. "It was nice seeing you 
again. Tell your parent I said hello and keep in touch."
	"You too.  And it was nice meeting you gentlemen."  Abby told 
Pendrell and Mulder.
	"Are you staying here?" Pendrell wanted to know.
	"No way! Ive got a job waiting for me in South Carolina where my 
parents are so Im headed there as soon as I get the lose ends tied up."

MARCH 14, 1998  8:20 PM
J. Edgar Hoover Building, FBI headquarters

Agent Pendrell was sitting in his own personal familiar lab pondering the 
recent events.  The smell of Scullys perfume still persisted in his 
mind.  He nearly fell out of his chair when he hear a knock on his door.
	It was Scully. "Agent Pendrell. I just wanted to let you know you 
did a good job back in Idaho.  You picked up some key evidence that put 
and end to the proceedings down there.  I look forward to working with 
you some more."
	"Uh, Thank you.  I, uh, do too." He managed to stammer.  
	He watched the door until Scully was completely gone from his 
view.  "Cant I do better, then I do too?" He muttered. "What a proverbial 
Doof!"

~END