Disclaimer: Not mine.

Spoilers: Don't know yet.

A/N: Had idea for a while. Told brother. He worked out kinks in story. The end. This will be a multi-chapter, but the chapters will be short and probably far between, as work has taken over my life. Fair warning.

"It's 4 a.m." she grumbled.

"Pack a bag."

"Mulder-"

"I'll be there in 10."

"But-"

"I'm not sending us, Skinner is."

"That doesn't change the fact that it's 4 am."

"Scully-"

"I'll be ready by the time you get here. Where are we going?"

"Montana, through Boise."

"Oh joy," she mumbled, exchanging her pajama top for a camisole and blouse.

"I know."

"What case are we on?"

"Serial kidnapping and murder. Guy dumps one body, and within a week abducts another woman, crosses state lines and starts over."

"What's consistent?"

"All the bodies have been found at Boy Scout camps one to three weeks after they were reported missing."

"Boy Scout camps?"

"I'm profiling as we speak."

"I can't find my other shoe."

"Which one?"

"The black one with the heel..."

"Does it also fit your foot?"

"I was wearing them earlier."

"Look under your coffee table. You kicked them off halfway through the game."

"I was preparing to go to sleep."

"I'll make you a Yankees fan yet."

"I know you will."

"I just pulled up to your building."

"I'll brush my teeth and be right down."

She hung up her phone and went one quick round with the toothbrush before checking her bag to make sure she had everything she needed and heading downstairs.

"Here, breakfast," Mulder said as she slid into the car. He tossed her a package of chocolate covered mini donuts.

"But... I wanted a big bag of little donuts."

"You need to stop quoting movies at me."

"Noted," she replied, opening the package. "Want one?"

"Yes."

She handed him a donut and they drove on in silence as pre-dawn slowly crept over the sky. She tipped her head back against the seat and sighed. This was supposed to be a relaxing weekend. Yankees game last night, a Saturday of catching up on sleep and chores, and Sunday with her mom. Instead, she was headed to the airport before the sun was even up.

"Scully?"

"Hmm?"

"You're wearing the 'I hate my life and I want to go back to sleep' face."

"I don't hate my life, but I do want to go back to sleep."

"I'm sorry."

"Not your fault."

"I know, but I'm still sorry."

"When does our flight leave?"

"An hour."

"Any stops?"

"Just one, but we don't change planes."

"Good. I'm taking a nap then."

"Can I have your peanuts?"

"Go for it."

"They should really start serving sunflower seeds on planes."

"Gross."

He pulled the car into the long term parking lot, and they got out, making sure the doors were locked.

The airport was pretty crowded for it being so early, and Mulder grabbed her hand so they wouldn't get separated. She wanted to roll her eyes at the action and his worry, but when it came down to it, she really didn't mind.