Without hesitance, Scully hurried into her bedroom. First, she pulled out a long blazer, which she quickly pulled over herself. Her heart was pounding inside of her chest with urgency. She couldn't believe this was happening. It wouldn't be too long before she would start having contractions, although she knew labor for a first time birth could be up to twenty four hours or possibly more. She hoped for her and the baby's sake that it would be awhile before she began to have contractions.
She threw a few sets of clothes into a suitcase along with an emergency kit, baby supplies and clothes. Scully made sure to cover all bases since she wouldn't be returning home until she held a newborn in her arms, at least which was what she hoped. Lastly, she stripped off the wet and soiled maternity pants for another dry pair of slacks.
A moment later, Mulder appeared in the doorway. "I cleaned up the kitchen, are you ready to go?" he asked, urgency evident in his voice.
Scully nodded. A moment of silence passed between them before Mulder spoke again. "How long do you think?" He wasn't referring to how long it would take her to pack either.
Scully paused, for the first time feeling that there was something beyond her control. "Let's hope Jr. will by us some time before making his entrance into the world," she shut her suitcase and moved passed Mulder into the living room.
Mulder took the heavy back from her and didn't bother preparing anything for himself. His first concern was protecting Scully and their child. Mulder looked over at Scully as he placed his hand on the doorknob, "It's going to be okay, Scully. I'm not going to let anyone take the baby from us, I promise," he whispered, sensing her anxiety and fear.
Scully nodded, forcing herself to keep her tears at bay. She ran her hand protectively over the baby that would soon be born. Mulder opened the door got a good survey of their surroundings before he ushered Scully down the hall, keeping a hold of her hand the entire time.
Mulder frantically pushed the down button of the elevator, knowing that the stairs would not be an option for a woman who was nine months pregnant. Scully's breathing became rapid and uneven in apprehension. She sighed in relief as the doors finally opened and they went in. They could hear the heavy pounding of footsteps closing in on them in the distance. Mulder practically pounded on the down arrow button and barely caught a glimpse of Billy Miles before the door closed.
Mulder looked over at Scully who almost looked as if she were hyperventilating. As the doors opened, he protectively slid his hand and into hers and intertwined his fingers with her own; ushering her into the night and towards her car.
They could hear footsteps pounding down the stairs in the distance and Scully tried to move as fast as she possibly could with the weight of her middle. Mulder quickly opened the passenger door for her, allowing her to slip into the passenger seat faster. Once Mulder had gotten into the driver's side, Scully pulled the constricting seatbelt over her lap and locked her door, instructing Mulder to do the same.
Mulder nearly threw the keys into the ignition and sped off down the road. Scully felt her heart racing in fear. She kept turning around to see if they were being followed. "Are you sure we lost him?" Scully asked; panic evident in her voice.
"I don't know, but we're getting you the hell out of here." Mulder responded, staring straight ahead.
"Where are we going, Mulder?" she questioned.
Mulder looked over at her. "The hell out of here, that's for damn sure."
Scully took that as her cue to let him concentrate on the road, but anxiety swelled in her chest with each moment that passed. We're they being followed? And if they we 'rent, how long would it take them before they traced their tracks.
A few minutes later, they came to a skidded halt in front of the Lone Gunmen's hideout. Without a word, Mulder threw off the seatbelt, made a hasty exit of the car and a moment later, and opened the side door to help her out. After retrieving her suitcase from the trunk of the car, he held her hand with his free one and ushered her towards the entrance of the hideout.
Scully figured that Mulder had contacted the Gunmen somehow, as they already knew they were there as many latches and bolts unlocked and finally, the door opened. "What took so long, G-man?" Frohike demanded, looking over at Mulder questioningly, before turning back to Scully. Almost instantly, Byers and Langley helped her inside. Feeling the sudden urge to sit down, Scully gratefully conceded.
"Why didn't you come sooner?" Langley demanded.
As Mulder threw his hands in the air to surrender, Byers interrupted. "Guys, not now!" he insisted. "We've got a pregnant woman to protect!"
"Roger that," Frohike responded. They worked on every way imaginable to throw their predators off guard so they could get away in time for Scully to deliver safely.
Only minutes later, Doggett and Reyes showed up at the front door, tired and disgruntled, but more fearful for Scully than anything. "Electronics?" Frohike inquired with an outstretched hand.
John and Monica looked at one another and sighed, retrieving their cell phone devices from their jacket pockets and placing them in Frohike's hand. To their surprise, Frohike outstretched his hand again. "Magnetic strips, wallets?" he inquired.
"What the hell is this all about?" Doggett asked hastily as he started to retrieve his wallet.
The little man gave Doggett a look that said, 'don't test me.' "Anyone taking Scully to a secure location needs to be free of bugs."
Doggett looked over at Monica. They had this conversation on their way over. He then turned to look at the rest of the group. "I'm not going. If we all go, they'll find us. I'll stay behind with Skinner to keep them from trailing you. Monica will go with Agent Mulder and Scully. We need to keep a low profile and since Monica doesn't work on the X-Files, they won't think of looking for her," he looked around the room, trying to anticipate any responses. T here we're none. "If this Billy Miles was at your apartment, there's no doubt he'll be able to find you here."
Scully was evidently distraught. She looked away, hands cradling her belly.
Langley looked up. "We're on it, dog man. Do you have any locations in mind?"
Doggett thought for a moment. "Yeah, I do." It was a place drawn off the map, had no utilities, but safe and secure enough for Scully to deliver her baby.
Minutes later, they were filed into a midsized SUV, compliments of the gunmen. Monica was going to be doing the driving while Mulder and Scully sat in the back seat, next to tinted windows. Everyone had confiscated their wallets and cell phones, with the gunmen giving them plenty of cash and food instead. The thought of not being able to contact anyone was discontenting, but unfortunately the terrifying truth was that they were safer without them.
Doggett stood by the driver's side. "Everything is going to be okay," he whispered, trying to assure her and himself. "Once we tie up some loose ends, we'll find you and get you to a hospital."
Monica nodded. "You'd better be careful yourself, John."
John nodded before backing away from the car. "I know."
A moment later, Monica started the engine and pulled out of the driveway.
John watched until the car disappeared down the street before turning to the gunmen.
Before he could say anything they waved him off. "You'd better get out of here, Agent Doggett, before they find out you let them get away." Byers insisted.
Doggett nodded. "What about you guys?"
"We've got it handled, dog man."
Doggett nodded and broke into a sprint towards his car. If he didn't know any better, he could have sworn he saw a figure in the distance and a pair of eyes on his back