A/N: The final part! Enjoy!

(9am, the following day)

"Agent Scully! Mulder!" Skinner stared at the two agents in pure disbelief. "What. Happened. Here?" He looked past where they stood in the doorway of their office at the mess that lay beyond.

The X files office was trashed and the door had a gaping hole where the doorknob should be. The doorknob lay on the ground at his feet. In pieces he could barely recognise.

Skinner frowned.

Walking inside, Mulder offered a half shrug and headed for his desk. He slumped into his chair and gazed pointedly into space.

Scully did the same.

"Agents?" Skinner prompted them. "Did someone break in?"

They continued to sit in silence.

"Scully?"

Nothing.

"Mulder?"

Zilch.

Skinner sighed and shook his head. He folded his arms over his chest. "I'll write you up a report," he told them. "If anything needs replacing, let me know. There'll be a new door complete with doorknob arriving in the next hour or so."

Scully glanced at him. "Thank you, sir," she said simply.

"Yeah, thanks, Skinner," Mulder agreed.

Frowning in confusion, Skinner turned and left.

Scully and Mulder locked eyes.

"Do you think he realised it was us?" Scully.

"Nah. And even if he did, he wouldn't report us. We're innocent bystanders in this if anyone asks."

"Right. We take no blame for the damaged property."

Mulder lets his gaze roam over their very untidy, very trashed office. "You know, I think our plan may have been a little faulty."

"Yeah?"

"We have to tidy all this up."

They shared a groan.

fin.