This is probably the last chapter. I would like some more reviews, though... hint, hint...

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A week or so later-

The two FBI agents stood shoulder to shoulder, waiting to give their second report of Colin Peterson's death.

Mulder's crutches had been thoroughly bent out of shape, and he was now leaning on a second pair, his foot still in its bandages.

Scully's burn was starting to heal; though it would probably take some weeks for it to fade completely. Her arm was in a sling, and plastered. Already there were several get-well messages on it.

In their offices was a large array of 'get well soon' cards, signed by almost the whole of the agents that worked in the headquarters, plus several from various friends outside of work. There were a lot fewer of those, but Mulder had got one from the Lone Gunmen, which he was very proud to receive.

"You can come in now," a voice called, and Scully started forwards, slowly, waiting for Mulder to keep up with her- even after a week of practice, he could still barely control his crutches.

After they had both repeated what had happened, they were dismissed, and as they left Scully pushed Mulder into an empty side corridor, then gently kissed him. "I really, really didn't like the way that girl was looking at you in the restaurant, you know."

"You think I was happy with you kissing that great lout? Huh!" And Mulder kissed Scully back as his crutches fell to the floor, forgotten.

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The end... for now...