Author's Note: Well, here we are again! But this time I have a very unusual to story to present to my friends here on FanFiction! I doubt there's another story like this on the entire website! Whether or not that's a good thing is yet to be seen...But I digress. I hope, as always, that everyone gets a thorough kick out of this story. It's mostly humorous with a little sobriety stuck in there. It's a dry kind of humor, though, so if it isn't obvious enough please let me know.

Here it goes! Have fun!

1. Now?

Dana Scully looked up from the pile of documents as her partner walked in. "You look tired," Mulder remarked, hanging his coat on the back of his chair. "Have you been here since six?"

Sighing, Scully tucked away another report. "There's so much to catch up on. It's unbelievable how these things accumulate over time."

"Well, we were gone for a couple weeks. Life goes on, even if we aren't in the office."

"Too true." Another stack of paper joined the first on the pile to her right. "Have you got those profiles copied for our own use?"

"Yeah, they're right here. Scully," Mulder said, handing her the manilla folder, "how would you feel about taking up another case?"

Scully raised an eyebrow. "Now?" They'd just gotten back from a rough investigation of repeated homicides in New York.

"I know it's short notice, but I only got wind of it today."

"Mulder--"

He put up a hand to stall her comments. "It really has me intrigued, Scully. A woman was killed two days ago under very unusual circumstances."

What else is new? Was Scully's first thought, but she shunted it aside. That was the wrong kind of calloused mindset, one she didn't want to indulge. "What 'unusual circumstances'?"

"A couple of high-schoolers found her body under a bridge. The body had been," he pulled out a sheet of paper and quoted, "'mauled, perhaps by a cougar or a bear.'"

"So, why is that unusual? Hikers--"

"Because in the autopsy record, the doctor has a different opinion than whoever wrote this report."

Slowly, she was getting to the bottom of what Mulder really wanted to say. "He does?"

"Yes. And I think I trust the doctor over the policeman who typed this up."

They both stared at one another for a moment. Scully went back to sorting her files. "So, what does the doctor think?"

"He thinks the woman was murdered."

"Someone left the body out for wild animals, to cover up evidence?"

"Something like that." Mulder smiled, leaning against her desk, the fire of a new case in his eyes. "What do you say, Scully?"

"Mulder, I'm not sure this case is X-Files material." With a thump, she pushed the pile of paperwork to the side. "All you've said so far is that a woman may have been murdered and her body was left under a bridge. That doesn't sound like the kind of work you usually pursue."

"There is a twist, of course."

She almost groaned. Her back was still sore from the last plane ride. "What is it?"

"The doctor in charge of the autopsy noted some strange bite marks on the victim's throat, arms, and wrists. He couldn't figure out what the bite marks were, until he had them checked by a colleague." Chills went through Scully's spine. Mulder leaned forward more, making sure he had her full attention. "This woman was gnawed on by a human, Scully."

In spite of herself, Scully was interested. Even they didn't hear about many potential homicides like this. "Where did this take place?"

Smiling ruefully, Mulder ran a hand through his hair. "I was hoping you wouldn't ask that."

"Why? Where is it?"

"The Olympic Peninsula."

Scully gave him 'The Look'. The look that clearly said exactly what she thought about going to the Olympic Peninsula. Again. "Our first experience there wasn't enough for you?"

"Look, I know we have some awful memories from that trip, and if I had my druthers, we wouldn't be going there. But we can't ignore this case, Scully. We've encountered this kind of thing before, you remember the woman we found up in New Jersey."

How could she forget? That had been one of their early adventures together. "Mulder--" She caught the hopeful look on his face and sighed. It was so hard to disappoint that face. "Where in the Olympic Peninsula?"

"In the tiny town of Forks, Washington. The town with the most rainfall in the entire United States. The whole town's stirred up about this case."

That was what always annoyed Scully about small towns. No matter the gravity or the gruesomeness of a murder, small town inhabitants were all over it. She wished they had something better to do with their time than gossip about something as depressing as a brutal killing. Well, that was the nature of humanity; on a whole, humans couldn't resist morbid topics.

"So is that a yes or a no, Scully?"

A murder, with possible cannabalism involved. A tiny town, in the Olympic Peninsula, a place she had no desire to visit a second time. Her experience with the logging camp...not one she wanted to relive.

But she was curious.

"We can investigate it, I suppose. How soon are we leaving?"

Mulder grinned, and patted her on the shoulder. "Thanks, Scully. This afternoon."