"Interesting trip?" was Scully's greeting as Mulder came through the front door.
Mulder smiled. "You could say that."
The redhead walked out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on a dish towel. "So, this Slayer - "
"Actually, there's more than one now," Mulder interjected. "Some spell that was cast a few years back to activate them all when they were closing a Hellmouth."
"A what-mouth?"
"A mouth of Hell." Mulder nodded. "I can tell anything I tell you about the situation... you're going to have trouble grasping."
"No," she corrected. "I just have trouble grasping the fact that you believe all of this."
Mulder paused, then sniffed. "Is that... dinner I smell?"
Scully rolled her eyes. "Yes."
~*~*~*~
"Her name is Faith Lehane," Mulder said, pushing his plate away from him gently. "She's been an active Slayer for a good few years now. She was actually wanted by the FBI awhile back. Or... probably still is, I guess."
Scully lifted her glass of wine, watching her partner carefully from across the table. "And... you're supposed to call her?"
"Well, there was only so much that Andrew could tell me himself," Mulder replied. "He's only training the girls, whereas she has been on active duty for awhile. She'd have more information on - "
"And then what, Mulder?" she questioned. "You go and talk to this girl, who is a criminal, may I remind you? And then... what? You either see some vampires or you don't... but it changes nothing, Mulder."
"I have to know, Scully," he said, eyes almost pleading with her to understand. "I just need to know."
"Ok," she replied, resigned. "Talk to her. But remember, that's not your life anymore. It's not mine, either."