For My Shodds Sisters
by: AynNoromo@aol.com
Rating: G
Classification: Reaction to a recent thread on SHODDS, close encounters of the Doggett/Scully kind (DSR)
Disclaimers: None of these characters belong to me, I am not making money, I am just an enthralled fan.
Summary: oh, lord. at least it's short. 300 words!!

Doggett walked forlornly down to the basement office. There was no one there but him. He sat down at his desk just like he did every day and wondered where everyone was. Suddenly Scully walked in the door. She had a grim look on her face like there was something she had to say.

"What is it?" Doggett asked as Scully walked right up to him. Doggett stood up.

"What's your shoe size?" she asked.

"What?"

"What is it? I need to know."

"Why?"

"Some friends asked."

That didn't sound like a very good reason, but Doggett decided to comply.

"Uh...it's 13 and a half?"

Scully whipped out a calculator, raising The Eyebrow when she seemed to be done with her equation. Suddenly, she grabbed Doggett's shirt collar and pulled him down to her level. Eye to eye, noses almost touching, she commanded, "You will be at my door tonight at seven. Wear no underwear. You do it or I kill you. Understand?"

"Yes, ma'am," Doggett said immediately. She let go of his shirt, turned around, and walked briskly out the door, hair bouncing. As she turned down the hall and went out of sight, the only thing remaining of her presence was the sound of her sensible shoes clunking down the hall. Doggett realized it was all clear and then did a victory dance he hadn't needed to use since he'd been in the Marines. "Score another one for the Big Dog!" he howled.

The end.