american money ; msr/sculder

one

scully walks into the room, greeted by that oh so familiar 'i want to believe' poster. she smiles as she sees the back of mulders body, hunched over in a chair in terrible posture. throwing himself into his work as usual. he hears the door close and sits up to turn around and face her. she smiles seeing him in his glasses, his hair a bit disheveled. 

"mulder, how long have you been here?"

"none of your concern, why?" he says this as he begins to turn back around and gather the papers he was looking at back into a file. 

"you look exhausted thats why." she sits on the edge of his desk.

"im fine scullly, im just trying to catch up on some organizing thats all."

"okay, i was just a bit worried."

"youre always worried about me."

"that is true!" 

mulder sets his now packed up file on his desk and turns his chair around to face scully once again. he smiles his soft smile at her to let her know he really is okay. she smiles back, knowing the gesture of communication. 

"i do have to get going soon, just came to check on you."

"what you got a date or something?" mulder looks up at her amused with himself.

"no, mulder. i do not have a date."

"do you want to?"

"what?" she says, taken aback by mulders sudden confidence.

"you heard what i said, scully."

"a date. with you?"

"why do you seem so repulsed by the idea?"

"oh im far from repulsed fox, just didnt expect it."

mulder smiled at the use of his first name. shes the only person he likes to hear it from. 

"so, what do you say?"

"of course."

a moment of silence swept across the room.

"you amaze me, scully."

"trust me mulder, i know. how about that date now?"

"right now?"

"why not?"

"youre right. lets get out of here, scully."

"lead the way, fox."