Hey Scully?

Dana Scully slept in her bed, not dreaming.

Ring! Ring!

She jolts awake, turning her blue eyes to the phone beside her on her nightstand.

She groans, mumbling about people who called at three in the morning.

A hand grabbed the receiver and put it to an ear.

"'Ello?"

"Hey Scully?"

"Mulder?" Scully said is disbelief. "Why are you calling me at three in the morning?"

Thoughts of the Cancer Man or some mysterious danger that defied explaination ran through her head.

"Well ya see Scully, I'm kinda drunk," Mulder slurred over the line.

Scully facepalmed. Why did it have to be her?

"You're drunk," she said.

"Yep," he answered, and Scully could almost see the dopey smile on Mulder's face.

"Go to sleep Mulder. You're going to have a hangover tomorrow," Scully sighed, moving to hang up.

"But Scully! I have to ask you a very important question!"

Scully paused. "What?"

The line was quiet for a moment. Scully would've hung up if she hadn't heard Mulder's breath.

"Do you think..."

"Do I think what?"

"Do you think that those fish that are returned after they're caught think they've been abducted by aliens? Do the other fish stop talking to them?"

"...Goodnight Mulder. See you tomorrow," Scully said, hanging up on him, ignoring Mulder's cry of protest.

Scully snuggled back in her bed. It was too early for this...