"Really?" Fox Mulder was amused by the Scully's suggestion that Tea Leoni might find him attractive, but he was intrigued by the thought of Shandling…

The phone beeped in his ear, and he realized he had left Skinner on hold after mistaking him for Scully and generally embarrassing the hell out of himself.

"Hey, Scully, I gotta go.  Breakfast?"

"Call me when you get up. Good night, Mulder."

Mulder pressed the button on the phone that would transfer him to the second line, and chalked up the damp palms to excess steam from the bath.

"Sir? Uh-"

"Mulder." Skinner's voice was silky smooth and dangerous sounding.

"Um, Scully says hi?" It came out as a question, and his voice wavered on the last word. 'The Skinman' was not pleased, and he knew it.

"Mulder, my bath is getting cold—"

"Uh, right, sir. The bath—I should let you go—"

"Mulder—" That tone again, the one that could freeze your blood in your veins or stiffen your cock in your pants. Mulder wasn't wearing pants, but the voice was having an effect nevertheless.

"Fox, you have two minutes to get down here."

Skinner heard splashing on the other end of the line, and ninety seconds later there was a knock on his door.