Part 2 of 2

"What do you mean?" Scully asked curiously.

"I don't know how to tell you this, since I'm the one
who told you it couldn't happen, but. . .you're
pregnant."

Scully opened her eyes wide with astonishment. "What?"

"We can arrange for the procedure to be done as
quickly as possible," the doctor said.

"What procedure?" Scully asked, at a loss.

"Given your medical history, I think termination is
the only," the doctor began.

"NO!" screamed Scully. "I will NOT have an abortion.
I'm Catholic, I don't believe in it and, in any case,
I happen to WANT this baby!"

"Miss Scully," the doctor began again.

"My name is NOT 'Miss Scully,'," she snapped back.
"It's Dr. Scully if you're talking to me as a fellow
professional or Mrs. Mulder if you're talking to me as an expectant mother."

The doctor sighed and turned to Mulder. "Maybe you can talk some sense into your wife, Mr. Mulder. Attempting to carry a pregnancy to term could be life-threatening for her."

"I would never try to persuade Dana to do something
that would violate her beliefs or go against her
conscience," Mulder said.

The doctor shook his head. "Well, if you're both going to be obstitnate about it, I'll call an obstetrician I know who specializes in high-risk pregnancies. I'll try to get you in sometime this week, because this is about as high-risk as it comes. The mere fact that you're over 35 and have never given birth before would make it high-risk. When you factor in your medical history, we're talking stratospheric-risk."

After a few minutes, the doctor returned and said, "I
talked to the doctor. She's actually had cancellation
and can see you immediately after lunch. You do
realize, don't you, that the increased hormone levels
of pregnancy could aggravate you cancer? And that
aggressive treatment of your cancer, such as
chemotherapy or radiation, could result in birth
defects?"

"I'll cross that bridge if and when I come to it,"
Scully said. "I've been cancer-free for almost four
years now, so I'm not particularly worried about it."

***

As they left the doctor's office, Scully stopped and
looked Mulder in the eye.

"Fox?"

"Yeah?"

"We're going to have a baby!" she screamed, launching
herself into his arms.

Mulder laughed and spun her around. "I take it you're
happy about this?"

"Yes. Are you?"

"Very much so. A little worried, thanks to Dr. Killjoy in there, but happy, too."

"I feel sort of stupid. I mean, a fifteen-year-old
high school dropout could have probably diagnosed me
as being pregnant," Scully said. "I've had all the
classic symptoms - morning sickness, fatigue, tender
breasts - and it just never even occurred to me."

"I think your Mom suspected. Come to think of it, I
think maybe Byers did, too."

"My Mom's been pregnant four times, I can see why she
might suspect, by why do you think Byers did?"

"He kind of started when I described some of your
symtpoms. Remember, he's the oldest of a large family, so he's probably somewhat familiar with what a woman goes through when she's pregnant."

"I'm going to want to go tell my Mom as soon as we
finish with this other doctor."

"Of course. Are you up to eating lunch?"

"I could probably handle something light," she agreed.

After the first doctor, the obstetrician was a
pleasant surprise. She was a middle-aged black woman
who said, "I've been going over your medical records;
they were faxed to me. Let's check you out."

The examination ws brief and the doctor soon met with
Mulder and Scully in her office.

"We've got some good factors and some bad factors
here," she began. "You're in your late 30s and this is your first pregnancy; also, you had a serious illness several years ago. Those, obviously, are minuses. On the plus side, your overall general health is good. Your weight is right for your height, your blood pressure is great and you don't smoke. Do you drink?"

"I'll have a glass of wine occasionally with dinner,"
Scully answered. "Other than that, no."

"Well, to be on the safe side, let's go ahead and
eliminate all alcohol for the duration of your
pregnancy. Another factor in your favor seems to be
the fact that you're happily married. Was this a
planned pregnancy?"

Scully smiled. "Not exactly, but please don't take
that to mean we don't want the baby. You see, I'd been told - when I had cancer - that if I survived, the treatments would most likely leave me infertile." This was actually an oversimplification of Scully's
fertility problems, but since the cancer and her
infertility had been linked, she saw no reason to try
to explain the whole scenario to this doctor.  "My
husband knew that. Even though we weren't romantically involved at the time of my fight with cancer, we were already close friends. Shortly after we got married, I told him I'd like children, if it were at all possible. We agreed that we'd wait until our first anniversary, then meet with a fertility specialist to see if there was any way I could get pregnant, perhaps through in vitro fertilization. We'd also agreed that if the specialist said it was impossible, we'd look into adoption. This. . .simply finding out we've conceived a child in the normal way, without medical intervention, is better than anything we ever dreamed of. Our first anniversary is just a few weeks away. We couldn't ask for a better present."

"I'm happy for you, then," the doctor replied. "Even
with all the medical technology we have available
nowadays, sometimes miracles do happen. You're not the first patient I've had who's become pregnant after being told it could never happen for her. I'm not comfortable with the idea of you continuing to work full-time. I'm going to give you a form to turn into your boss. Somewhere in the 25- to 30-hour a week range is fine, but no more than that. I'll want to see you twice a month and you are to call me immediately if you have any spotting. Here's a prescription for some pre-natal vitamins and. . .congratulations, Dana!"

***

Scully left the doctor's office feeling happy. And,
she realized with a start, horny. For the first time
in several weeks, she really wanted to make love with
her husband. Yesterday afternoon had been enjoyable,
but she had acted more out of desire to fulfill Fox's
obvious need than because she honestly felt sexual
desire. Now, she couldn't wait to be alone with him
again!

When they got to the car, Scully leaned over and
kissed him. Long, slow and deep.

"What was that for?"

"Just because I love you."

"I love you, too. Let's go tell your Mom."

***

Mulder and Scully walked up to her mother's house
holding hands. Maggie opened the door and peered at
them suspiciously.

"All right; you two have the same look on your face as you did the time you came here to tell me you'd run off to Las Vegas and eloped! What's going on now?"

"Mom, I'm pregnant!"

Maggie hugged Dana close. "Oh, honey! I'm so happy!
Those symptoms you were describing. . .pregnancy was
exactly what it sounded like. But I thought you
couldn't?"

"So did we. I don't know how it happened."

"Honey, remember that talk I had with you when you
were eleven?"

Mulder laughed at that and Scully blushed and rolled
her eyes.

"You know what I mean, Mom!"

"Of course I do. It's a miracle, sweetheart." she
paused to push the hair away from her daughter's face
and stare into her eyes. "Are you going to be okay? I
guess, considering this is your first baby and that
you've had some medical problems in the past, that
it's considered a high-risk pregnancy?"

"Yeah, Mom, it is. But I'll be fine."

"Maggie, I really hate to drag Dana away at a time
like this, but we need to get back to the office
sometime soon."

"I know, son. You two get going. I'll call you
tomorrow night, honey. We can talk longer then."

"Bye, Mom. I love you."

"I love you, too. Take good care of my grandbaby for
me."

***

Assistant F.B.I. Director Walter Skinner stared at the papers on his desk. He might have been able to fend off one of the problems, maybe two, but not all three. He had a orders from the Justice Department to
deactivate the X-Files. The unit was considered
inefficient and unneeded at the present time. Unlike
Mulder, Skinner was not prone to see conspiracy behind every bureaucratic decision. Most likely, the X-Files were the victim of nothing more sinister than budget cuts.

The second request, suprisingly, was from the F.B.I.
director himself. Skinner was being asked to relieve
Special Agent Fox Mulder of his current duties in
order to head up a task force on serial killers. It
seemed things had come full circle; it had been
Mulder's early success as a profiler that had led to
his being allowed to work on the X-Files. Now, his
sucess on a recent high-priority X-File was leading
him back to being a profiler for violent crimes.

The third report was the one Mulder had warned him
about the previous week. It was from Agent Welch,
detailing allegations of improper sexual relations
between Special Agent Fox Mulder and Special Agent
Dana Scully. Apparently half the bureau had received
copies of the report, including Assistant Directors
Kersch and Cassidy. Skinner knew that nothing pissed
A.D. JoAnna Cassidy off like allegations of improper
sexual relations between male and female agents in the same division.

All this was on top of the fact that Scully might be
sick again. Skinner walked out into the corridor and
ran smack into Mulder and Scully.

"We need to talk to you," Mulder said.

At the same time, Skinner said, "I need to talk to you two."

The three of them paused for a moment, before Skinner
said, "In my office."

Once the door was closed and they were seated, Skinner said, "I'm going to have to reassign both of you."

Scully chose the same moment to say, "We're requesting to be removed from the X-Files, sir."

Skinner stared at both agents. "I'm glad everybody's
on the same page here, agents. Would it be too much to ask that I talk and you listen, then you talk and I listen?"

"Of course not, sir," Scully said softly.

"Actually, maybe you two should talk first," Skinner
said. "I know you've not been feeling well, Agent
Scully, and that you had a doctor's appointment this
morning. Given your past medical history, and the
friendship we've developed over the years, I've been
quite concerned. How sick are you?"

"I'm not exactly. . .sick, sir."

"What are you, then?"

"I'm, um, pregnant. Given my medical history, not to
mention the fact that I'm over the age of 35 and this
is my first baby, it's considered a high-risk
pregnancy, so I'm requesting temporary limited duties. I've got a form from my doctor, if you need it for the paperwork."

"Congratulations, I guess. I assume this is something
you both want?"

"Very much so," Mulder said.

"I had been under the impression, given your past
health problems, that this wasn't, er, an option for
you, Agent Scully."

"That had been our impression as well, sir.  I don't
know how it happened," Scully said.

For only the second time in all the years they'd known him, Mulder and Scully heard Skinner laugh. "Didn't your mother ever tell you about the birds and the bees, Agent Scully?"

Scully blushed and Mulder laughed. "You know, Dana,
that is the second time TODAY you've set yourself up
like that!"

"Look, Mulder, if all you're going to do is give me a
hard time," Scully began, then she realized the
unintended double entrende of her words and dissolved
into a fit of giggles.

"Can we all please compose ourselves, agents?" Skinner said, attempting to sound like his old, stern self and failing miserably.

"I'm okay now," Scully said. "I'm just. . .happy."

"I'm happy for you, too. Both of you. This news
couldn't be more providential, because I'd have to
reassign you regardless."

"Why?" Mulder asked. "Are the X-Files being shut down
again?"

"Yes," Skinner replied. "But before you start
screaming conspiracy theories at me, Mulder, I
honestly think it's just budget-related this time
around. Even with the two of you saving a bit of money by sharing a hotel room during most of your recent out-of-town trips, your travel expenditures are still way higher than the bureau's agent average."

"Where are we going?" Mulder asked.

"Here's where you're going, Agent Mulder," Skinner
said, handing the younger man a copy of the request
from the director.

"The DIRECTOR wats me to head up a task force?" Mulder asked, amazed.

"Yes," Skinner replied. "Spooky or not, you're the
best profiler the bureau's got. Try not to piss
anybody off. I'll run intereference for you the best I can."

"What about me?" Scully asked.

"Well, I didn't know you'd be requesting limited duty, but I think we've got a situation that will work out perfectly for you," Skinner said.

"What is it?"

"Are you familiar with an Agent Palmer, an instructor
out at Quantico?"

"Of course. She must be nearing retirement age by now. She was sort of a mentor to me when I taught out
there," Scully said.

"Well, she's recently requested a limited teaching
load as well. It seems her husband is dying of some
sort of rare, progressive illness and she wants to
spend as much time with him as possible. Would you
like to take over half her classes?"

"That should work out perfectly," Scully said.

"Something else you should both be aware of," Skinner
added.

"What?" Mulder asked.

"You're likely going to be yanked up before a review
board on allegations of improper sexual conduct,"
Skinner replied.

"Shit!" Mulder said. "Welch?"

"Yeah, and he's got A.D. Cassidy on it."

"How do we play it?" Scully inquired.

"Absolutely straight," the A.D. answered. "But time is of the essence. You two are officially off the
X-Files, and officially reassigned, as of right now.
Today. The review board won't meet until sometime
later this week. When asked about your relationship,
tell them you're married and former partners.
Remember, I knew about the relationship from the
beginning and granted your request for a temporary
exemption from the policy that prohibits married
couples from working as partners."

"Won't that get you in trouble, sir?" asked Scully.

He shook his head. "I don't think so. I've found a
precedent. In any case, I'm not experiencing a
high-risk pregnancy, Agent Scully. I don't want you
worrying about me."

"You're our friend," she said.

"Hey, you said you've found a precedent. You mean
there's been another married couple  who worked as
partners?" Mulder asked.

"Not a married couple," Skinner said. "But, actually,
there is no policy that applies specifically to
married couples. As you both well know, illicit sexual relationships are prohibited between agents in the same division. However, sex between a husband and wife isn't illicit. The other policy, the one I'm going to cite a precdent for, is the the one that prohibits immediate family members - whether they be spouses, siblings or parents and adult children - from working in the same division. Back in the 1970s, they granted an exemption to that policy; allowed two brothers, both of whom had connections to a notorious mob family, to work on the same task force. Cassidy and Welch are going to do their best to turn this into a sex scandal. I'm going the other way - concentrating on the fact that you two are a family."

"Should I mention my pregnancy?" Scully asked.

"If you're asked why you've requested limited duty,
tell them it's for medical reasons. If they ask
directly what your health problems are, tell them a
high-risk pregnancy. But if they initially ask you
about your relationship with Agent Mulder, I don't
think you want to jump right in with 'He's the father
of the baby I'm expecting.' Now go on, get out of
here, get your stuff out of the basement office. First thing tomorrow morning, get yourselves over to Violent Crimes and out to Quantico," Skinner said.

The agents nodded and left.

***

When they had finished boxing up all their personal
items, Mulder and Scully took one last look around the basement office where they had spent so much time
together. Then Scully gave a wicked grin and walked
over to lock the door.

"Whatcha doin', babe?" Mulder asked.

"Mulder, do you remember, right after we got married,
when I said it would undermine our professional
integrity for two F.B.I. partners to mave love in
their office, even if they were married to each
other?"

"Yeah, I remember," he sighed. "I suppose you were
right. Although it seems a damned shame that years of
fantasies of taking you on the desk had to go
unfulfilled. Why, Scully?"

"Mulder, as of this afternoon, we're NOT partners
anymore. In fact, technically, this isn't even OUR
office anymore," she pointed out with a smile.

Mulder leaned back and grabbed the edge of the desk
for support. He looked so damned sexy like that,
Scully thought. His jacket was off, his tie was askew, his shirt sleeves rolled up to expose his forearms. And she wanted him. Bad.

"Scully, are you sure? I mean, as much as I want to, I wouldn't want to hurt you or our baby in order to
fulfill one of my sexual fantasies."

"Mulder?"

"Yeah?"

"Who said a damned thing about fulfilling YOUR
fantasies?" with that, Scully dropped to her knees in
front of him and hand him unzipped and in her mouth so quickly that her stunned husband hadn't even had time to speak.

Mulder let out a stifled moan. Scully was giving him a blow job. In the office.

After a few minutes of this sweet torture, she licked
him a final time, stood up and said, "Take off all
your clothes, Mulder. Then lay down on the desk."

"Yes Ma'am!" Mulder replied. When he was totally naked and reclining on the bare wood of the desk, she began to strip for him. Slowly. Provactively. When she was just as nude as he was, she crossed over to the desk and straddled him. He put his hand to the nape of her neck and pulled her mouth to his for a long, deep kiss.

Scully whimpered. He smiled and traced a path down her back and bottom to slide a finger inside her. She was almost impossibly wet.

"Don't," she whispered, when he slipped another finger inside and began to massage her.

"Am I hurting you?"

"No, it's not that. It's just that I'm close and I
want us to try to climax together this time."

He nodded and helped her sheath him inside her. She
rode him for several minutes and just when he felt her internal muscles begin to clench and saw her face
begin to flush, he let the full reality of the
situation hit him - he was fucking Scully on a desk in their office - and came at the same moment she did.

When they finally came down from their mutual high,
she sighed softly and nuzzled her face into his
shoulder. "Come on, sweetheart. We can't sleep here.
Married or not, if somebody discovers us naked on a
desk in an office that isn't even ours anymore, we are going to be out of the bureau so fast it'll make our heads spin."

"Mmm, yeah. You're right."

They slowly redressed and Mulder took one last look
around the office to make sure they had everything.
Then he hoisted the last of the boxes under one arm
and draped the other one around Scully's shoulders.

As they exited the elevator at the main floor, they
ran into Special Agents Carla Stonecypher and Michael
Kingsley. Although Stonecypher and Kingsley were
another pair of longtime male-female partners in their late 30s, that was where their similarity to Mulder and Scully ended. The other two agents were strictly by-the-book, specializing in solving white collar crimes like embezzlement and wire fraud. Also, nobody ever even hinted that Stonecypher and Kingsley might be romantically involved. He was married with what seemed to be, even to a Catholic like Scully, an
incredibly large number of children; six, she thought. Stonecypher was widely rumored to be a lesbian. Scully didn't necessarily believe the rumors, but she didn't totally discount them, either.

"Hey, we heard you two are being split up, taken off
the X-Files," Kingsley said.

"Yeah, I'm sorry to hear it," Stonecypher said in an
attempt to be sympathetic. "I know that unit has
always been your baby."

"It's okay," Mulder said with a smile, shepherding
Scully toward the parking garage. "We're going to have a real one now."

As Mulder and Scully continued down the hall,
Stonecypher turned to her partner with a perplexed
look on her face. "What do you suppose he meant by
that?" she asked.

***

Once they reached home, Scully reclined on the sofa
while Mulder tried to whip up a simple supper for the
two of them. His culinary skills left a lot to be
desired, but when he put his mind to it, he could
usually scramble eggs or assemble soup and sandwiches.

Just as he was bringing the plates to the table, a
knock sounded on the door. He checked the peephole.
Frohike. Mulder swung the door open to admit their
friend.

"Hey, G-people! Hope you don't mind me just dropping
in like this, but I was in the neighborhood and wanted to know what the doctor said about Dana."

Scully smiled and motioned for Frohike and Mulder to
both join her on the couch. "He said we're going to
have a baby!" she said with a huge grin.

Frohike was startled for a moment, then he gathered
both his friends into an awkward embrace. "That is
fantastic news!"