A/N: Hi! This is my first X-Files fic, so please be nice!
This idea just kinda came to me the other night, so I had to write it.
Hopefully no oneis OOC...and NO FLAMES PLEASE.
I don't own TXF, only season 3 and 5 on DVD.

Chapter One: Paranoid

Dana Scully entered the basement office that morning to see her partner pacing back and forth anxiously.


He jumped at the sound of the voice, causing her to worry a bit.

"Scully," He started. "do I look…different to you?"

She looked him over and shook her head.

"Unfortunately, not at all. You were wearing that yesterday Mulder. Please tell me you didn't stay here all night."

Her partner looked a little embarrassed.

"No…but everything else would have been too loose."

Scully raised her eyebrow.

"And why is that?" She asked.

The answer was one she was surprised to hear, even though it was coming from Fox Mulder.

"I…I think I might be…shrinking." He said hesitantly, hoping his partner would trust him on this.

Unfortunately for him, Scully didn't believe it for a second.

"Mulder, you've been watching too many 50's movies again. There is no possible way for your body to be compressed to a smaller size like that and I see no change in your height." She ranted, the worry completely gone from her voice.

"That's because I put a bunch of insoles into my shoes this morning to keep people from noticing." He explained as he began to untie his shoes, causing Scully to roll her eyes.

She opened her mouth to speak, but Mulder cut her off.

"Before you say anything else, hear me out," He pulled off the left shoe and began to untie the right. "You know that case, the one we got back from two days ago?"

"The one involving that weather balloon in Upstate New York?"

"One; it was a UFO and two; yes." He pulled off the right shoe and stood up.

"I think whatever is happening to me started after that, but I didn't notice until this morning. I fell asleep in this last night." He gestured to what he currently wore. "I was about to change when I noticed the outfit I had pulled out looked a little too big."

Scully looked him over again. She didn't admit it, but she did noticed a subtle change in Mulder's height.

"Well?" He said.

"I think," She started. "you've been working too long, you're obviously over-stressed. When did you last have a vacation?"

"Not the point Scully," He said as he walked over to the desk. "I was 6' feet tall yesterday and now I'm 5'9. If you still don't believe me, I can prove it." He opened a drawer and pulled out a tape measure.

"Mulder, I am not going along with this." Scully said coolly. "I think you should just go home for today, when was the last time you slept seven hours?"


"That's exactly what I mean! You're lacking sleep. All we've got to do is paper work today and I can handle that. Go home Mulder."


"And I'll talk to Skinner, don't worry." Scully continued as she pushed him out the door frame.

"You'll thank me for this."

"Scully, I really think you should check with the tape measure-"

"Goodbye Mulder." Scully grunted as she turned back to the office…