TITLE: The Red-Headed League
AUTHOR: stellar_dust
EMAIL: stellar_dust_x@yahoo.com
WEBSITE: http://katycat.net/xfiles
ARCHIVE/FEEDBACK: That'd be great!
SPOILERS: *ponder* Just because I can, I'm 
setting this during the current xf_journals 
profiling (post-Truth) storyline ... 
PAIRING: Very much with the MSR.  Hint of 
Holmes/Watson.  Um.  *hides*
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: "Watson, are you coming on to me?"
CHALLENGE: First Lines (Sir Arthur Conan 
Doyle's "The Hound of the Baskervilles")
DISCLAIMER: What one man can invent, another 
can shamelessly exploit.
DATE: 06/29/2004


"Mr. Sherlock Holmes, who was usually very late 
in the mornings, save upon those not infrequent 
occasions when he was up all night, was seated 
at the breakfast table."

Mulder turned around in his chair, grinning. 
"You trying to tell me something?"

"I'm trying to tell you" - Scully planted a 
kiss on the top of his head and began to 
massage his shoulders - "that you haven't 
rested in three days. Even great detectives 
need sleep, Sherlock."

"Mmmm." Mulder tilted his head back to smile 
lazily into her eyes. "Watson, are you coming 
on to me?"

Scully's eyebrow arched impishly. "My dear 
Holmes! I fail to comprehend how you could even 
suggest such a thing .." She purred low in her 
throat and nibbled lightly on his earlobe.

"Elementary," Mulder leered. Smirking, Scully 
nibbled a little harder.

"You know," Mulder gasped, "I think I just 
finished this part of the profile."

With one motion he slapped the laptop closed, 
stood, and gathered her in for a long kiss.

Once they made it to the bedroom, he was asleep 
before his head hit the pillow.

Scully chuckled and kissed his forehead 
affectionately, then curled up beside him to 
finish her book.