No Sleep Tonight

"Mulder, I'm tired," Scully told her partner in a reproachful tone. "Clearly you are too. You've had five cups of coffee in the past hour alone and we're no closer to solving this 'case' than we were when we started. We need to rest. I think we should call it a night.

Bleary eyes left the files laid out on the tabletop in front of them to look at her. "Scully, we're this close," Mulder protested, holding his left index finger and thumb barely an inch apart. "I'm certain of it. And I'm not tired." He covered a yawn with the back of his hand.

Scully narrowed her eyes at him. "You're not tired, Mulder?" she repeated in disbelief. "Why all the yawning, then?" She reached across to take his hand in hers. "Look," she said firmly. "We've got another two days to work this thing out. We can't do it half asleep. Please, Mulder. Let's get some sleep."

Mulder shook his head. "I can't just give up, Scully. This is important." He paused to fix her with a determined stare. "The aliens, Scully. They could be here, in this very town. They could be watching us at this very moment."

"Or they could be at home in bed like anyone normal," Scully shot back. "If they're here now, Mulder, chances are they'll be here tomorrow as well."

"But I – "

"No. We need sleep."

"I can sleep later."


"You go and sleep. I'll grab a few hours tomorrow in the car."

Scully studied him carefully and then sighed loudly. There'd be no changing his mind this time, she was certain of it. She stood and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Don't overdo it, okay? And please, please get some rest."

Mulder glanced up at her and offered her a small smile. "You know me, Scully…"

"I know. Fat chance you'll get any sleep tonight."


"Okay, well, goodnight Mulder."

"'night, Scully."

Scully headed for the door. Over her shoulder she called, half-jokingly, "wake up me if you find any of these aliens."