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Hunter�s Moon
Fandom: Angel/X-Files

Disclaimer: All X-Files characters are copyright to their respective owners. Riley Hunter is my original character and should not be taken or used without my permission.

Rating: NC-17

Archive: Anywhere, just give credit where credit is due

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Author�s Notes: This crossover diverges from the Angel storyline in season two. Lindsey MacDonald never left Wolfram and Hart. His hand was returned to him and he and Lilah Morgan are still co-running the Special Projects Division. Fred has joined the team and has adjusted to life back on Earth. Kate Lockely, by necessity, is still on the police force. I�m not sure where in the X-Files to place it, but sometime in either season 4 or 5.

Summary: Mulder and Scully receive a call that there are bodies turning up in Los Angeles, bodies of unidentifiable creatures, all killed by the same unknown person with the same weapon. Unknown to Mulder and Scully, the Syndicate sends Krycek to find out what he can about the mysterious creatures and their killer.
File 05: Identity of a killer
Wolfram and Hart

9:30 am
�Learn anything interesting, Lilah?� Linwood asked her. They were all at the daily staff meeting of their section. With the other business out of the way, they had time to bring the subject of the demon killer up. He hadn�t had any luck in his searching the day before and it irritated him.

�This man, Krycek, is certain that we�re looking for a man, about five foot eight to five foot ten, lightly built with blond hair and an undetermined eye color. He uses a sword to kill his quarry, which explains the odd cuts on some of the bodies.�

�That cuts my theory out if the killer does prove to be a man,� Linwood grumped. �See if you can find anything more out. Get any information you can out of him. I don�t care what methods you use, just get it and get it fast. Meeting adjourned.�

Lilah let out the breath she�d been holding. She�d only been able to get pitifully little information and she�d been afraid that it wouldn�t be enough. It was reassuring that Linwood hadn�t had any success. She stood, gathering her notes.

�That�s all you got?� Lindsey asked her leaning in the doorway of the meeting room. �It�s not very much.�

Lilah smirked. �No, but it�s more than Linwood got and that�s good enough for me. Besides, this Krycek fellow isn�t bad looking. A bit much with the attitude, but you�d like him.�

�How do you figure?�

�You can both relate on the missing arm bit.� Lindsey scowled and she continued. �He had his left arm removed by some means. He didn�t say as much, but he never moved it.�

�Very funny, Lilah.� He held up his left arm and wiggled the fingers. �Remember the evil hand?�

Recalling the memories of that time, she nodded, not letting him get to her. �So we have a lead on this killer now. What do we do about it?�

�I have a source that I�ll go talk to. He knows pretty much everything that goes on in the underground.�

�The host from Caritas?�

�Yeah. You should try that sometime.�

�Thanks, but I don�t sing,� she said, shouldering past him and heading towards her office. Lindsey stared after her before heading to his own office.
L.A.P.D Headquarters

10: 15 am
Kate Lockely looked up as Mulder and Scully walked towards her desk with grim looks on their faces. She put down the case report she was reviewing and stood to greet them. �Why so grim? Have you learned anything?�

�No, but there was another body found early this morning near a condo complex,� Scully said, sounding very tired. �Beside it was a lot of dust.�

�Dust,� Lockely repeated.

�Lots of dust,� Mulder confirmed. �Does this mean anything to you?�

�Normally, no, but based on the circumstances, it might. When you stake or behead a vampire, they turn to dust. If you light them on fire, same thing but it�s a little different.�

�You know your stuff,� Mulder commented.

Lockely shrugged. �It comes with the territory.�

�If we assume that all that dust was the remains of one or more vampires, what would that mean?�

�Damned if I know,� Lockely grumped. �None of this is making any sense. Not that many of the cases I get involved in do, but this takes the cake.�

�Ever consider a career in the F.B.I?� Scully asked.

�No, thank you. If I leave, who�ll take these kinds of cases here?�

�Right. Have you found anything new?�

�No, unfortunately. Until you two came in with news of that new body, I had hoped that it was over with.� She sighed. �I suppose not.�

�So Lorne is the only lead we have then,� Scully said, rubbing her forehead.

�Lorne who?� Lockely asked.

�He runs a karaoke bar called Caritas. Ever heard of it?�

�I can�t say that I have. Karaoke isn�t really my thing.�

�I agree with you there,� Scully said repressing a grin.

�Did this Lorne guy have anything useful to say?�

�Apparently there�s a demon hunter that�s taken up residence here in L.A.�

Lockely gave Mulder a long look. �Demon hunter,� she repeated. �Really? Vampires I get. Demons I get. But demon hunters? Who would be crazy enough to do something like that for a living? Yes, I know about Angel Investigations, but they�re a group act and the way you said demon hunter implied a solo act.�

�That�s what Lorne implied. He wasn�t overly forthcoming with the details, but apparently it�s a solo woman from a long line of hunters.� Scully got a strange look on her face as she talked, one Mulder had never seen before and couldn�t quite read.

�We would have asked him some more questions but we were interrupted. Incidentally, you might want to know that there�s a known killer in your city by the name of Alex Krycek. We saw him in Caritas talking to some lawyer.�

�If he�s a killer, the lawyer was most likely from Wolfram and Hart.�

�How�d you figure that one out?�

�Let�s just say that they have a certain reputation and leave it at that. Anyways, what was it that interrupted you?�

Scully jumped in before Mulder could even open his mouth. �A woman with blond hair and more curves than should be possible.�

�There�s a lot of those in L.A,� Lockely observed.

�Yes, but how many are personally familiar with demons? And before you ask, Lorne and a girl named Fred claim that she isn�t the hunter we�re looking for.�

�Really? You believe them?�

�With no other evidence to look at, we might as well believe them for now.� Scully shrugged.

�Besides, anyone who beats on Krycek rates high in my books,� Mulder added with a grin.

�This Krycek guy,� Lockely said, slowly. �You said he�s a killer. Mind telling me a bit more about him?�

Mulder took a deep breath and told her all that they knew about Krycek, starting from his brief stint in the FBI and ending with a physical description.

�The description of him sounds a lot like the guy who pulled a gun on me in the parking lot and tried to make me take him to the morgue.�

�What would he want at the morgue?� Mulder and Scully exchanged a puzzled look.

�There�s nothing there but-� Mulder started.

�The weird bodies,� Scully finished. �Why would he want to look at those?�

The three of them stood in silence, pondering that question. Lockely looked up at Mulder. �Wait. Didn�t you say that he worked for that Smoking Man? You said something about him belonging to some secret government organization. Maybe they have some interest in them.�

Scully thought about that for a minute. �I�d always thought of them as being more interested in extra terrestrials. I don�t really see what they would get out of this. As to why they sent Krycek, that�s even more puzzling. I�m sure they have their reasons.�

�I intend to find out just why he�s here,� Mulder growled. �I don�t know what he�s up to, but it certainly can�t be any good.�
Wayside Motel

11:00 am
Krycek rolled over and looked at the blurry red numbers on the bedside alarm clock. He rubbed his eyes and tried again. 11:00 am. He sat up with a start. He never slept this late. He got out of bed and went into the bathroom to splash his face with some cold water in an attempt to wake himself up.

He looked at the face in the mirror. There were dark circles under the deep green eyes that weren�t there yesterday. He shook his head and splashed some more water on his face. He forced himself to open his eyes, hoping that it would dispel the images from his dreams. When he blinked, he kept seeing the same image: the face of the blond woman from Caritas. In the image, she was looking at him with the wind teasing her hair, forming it into a golden halo. Her grey eyes had looked at him with a much softer look than they had outside the bar, her full lips parted slightly.

Just thinking about that image and the dreams that had generated it made his heart race. He got into the shower as his breathing started to quicken. He turned the water on and clenched his teeth as the icy cold water poured over his heated skin. As his pulse gradually slowed, he heated the water up to a decent temperature. He stuck his head under the water to get his hair wet, but didn�t wash it. All he could think about were his dreams.

He climbed out of the shower, shaking his head and started to dry off. This is ridiculous! I don�t even know her name, let alone anything about her. He went back out into the bedroom to find some clothes to wear. He put on the first things he could find: the black jeans he�d worn the night before. He couldn�t find a shirt or socks, so he just did the jeans up and sat down on the edge of his bed and grabbed the remote from the bedside table and turned the TV on. Not that there was anything interesting on. He just couldn�t stand the silence. The silence bored him and didn�t help distract him from the previous night�s dreams.

Not having anything else to do, he turned to watch what was on. He halfheartedly flipped through the limited number of channels until he came across the news. They were showing a picture of another strange body that had been found that morning. It was yellow with weird spines on its head. That caught his attention. The reporter explained that no one really knew what these things were, but there were a lot of them. So far, the police weren�t commenting on the situation.

A knock on the door startled him. Krycek got up and looked through the view hole. Sighing, he unlatched the door and opened it. �What do you want?� he asked the woman standing outside.

She shouldered her way past him. �You�re awfully grumpy, aren�t you?� Lilah Morgan commented, eyeing him slowly.

�I repeat, what do you want?�

�Not in the mood for small talk, either, I see. I have a proposal for you.�

�Really.�

�We�ve decided that the information you gave us is of some value. If you continue to provide us with such useful bits of information, we are willing to pay you for it.�

�What could you possibly give me that would be of any value to me?�

�Perhaps a new arm would suit you.�

Krycek laughed. �That�s quite funny. You can�t give me back my arm.�

�Oh no? If we can give one of our own employees a replacement hand, I�m sure an arm isn�t too much of a stretch.�

�Now I know you�re making this up.�

�If you don�t believe me, I�ll introduce you to Lindsey MacDonald. His hand was removed a year ago and it was replaced not all that long ago.�

Krycek still looked skeptical. �Yeah, right.�

Lilah walked up close to him, so close she was almost right up against him. �Suspend your disbelief for one day. In fact, suspend it for one night. There�s a party at Wolfram and Hart tonight. I require an escort. If I don�t choose one, one will be chosen for me.� She shrugged. �I�d rather pick my own. Come with me, talk to Lindsey about his hand. Have some good food. You could probably use it.� She took a step back and eyes his still bare torso. �Or maybe not. You look healthy.�

Krycek simply stared down at her. It had been a long time since any woman had complemented him on his appearance. Most were too drunk to say anything. He had to admit that it was tempting. Access to decent food and a chance to talk to someone about his arm. The thought of having it back was almost too much for him. He nodded. �I�ll come, but only to talk to this Lindsey person.�

That seemed to satisfy her. �You�ll have to find yourself something nice to wear and at least pretend that you�re with me. Just enough to convince the others. Beyond that, feel free to do whatever you want. I�ll be back here to pick you up here at 7.� She eyed him again before turning to leave.

Krycek watched her go. Well, that had certainly been interesting. It wasn�t every day that he got invited to a fancy party. He hadn�t been lying when he�d told Lilah he was only in it to talk to Lindsey. He had no interest in Lilah whatsoever. Not that she wasn�t an attractive woman; she just wasn�t among the most attractive ones he�d seen. Unlike the blond�

He shook his head. Forcing images of the blond woman out of his mind, he set about trying to find a shirt and some socks so that he could go out. As much as he hated formal wear, it was worth it if it led to the restoration of his arm. As he picked up his jacket, he shook his head again, trying not to get his hopes up in that regard. Replacing a new arm was about as likely as that blond woman showing up again.
Production stage 12

2:35 pm
�And cut! That�s a wrap for today. Good job everyone. For tomorrow I�d like to do some more work on scene fourteen.�

The actors sighed. It had been a hard day�s work on one of the minor scenes in the movie they were working on. Fight scenes were never easy to do and scene fourteen was one of the harder ones. They�d been training for it for weeks after their first attempt. The stunt and other actors muttered complaints under their breaths as they headed off to their dressing rooms to get out of their costumes, but one was looking forward to the next day�s work.

She sat down on the chair in front of the mirror in her dressing room and started to remove the layers of makeup. She hated the stuff, but it was a necessary part of her work. She�d been waiting impatiently for the director to decide that it was time to give fourteen another go.

She got up to take her costume off just as there was a knock on the door. Rolling her eyes in annoyance, she went to answer it, hoping that it wasn�t important. She opened the door. �Great. What do you want?�

The older man stared back at her. �You did well out there today,� he said pleasantly.

�And you didn�t come all this way just to complement me on my acting abilities,� she replied sourly.

�May I come in?�

�Only so that people don�t see you and ask me uncomfortable questions.� She stepped back to let him in.

�Are you embarrassed to be seen around me?�

�You�re the black sheep of the family, so why shouldn�t I?�

�I promised that I would take care of you.�

�Fat lot of good that�s done me,� she sneered.

�You haven�t wanted me around.�

�I still don�t. You�ve never done me any favors.�

He stepped forward and placed his hands on her shoulders. �I�d like to change that.�

�It�s a little late for that.�

�It�s never too late to spend time with your family.�

�So now you want to be all buddy-buddy. Should I start calling you �uncle� now, too?�

�No need to go that far just yet.�

She sighed, pulling away. �What did you come here for?�

�My company is having a party tonight. I�d like you to come.�

She folded her arms. �Why should I bore myself to tears at another one of these parties just so that you can present an image of a happy family life?�

�There are some people in the firm that are your age. Maybe you�ll like them, maybe you won�t, but all I ask is that you give them a chance. Besides, there will be some good food and music there. It�s not just with the firm, either. It�s a charity thing.�

�If I come will you leave me alone after this?�

�If you don�t enjoy tonight, I�ll leave you alone. If you do, let�s spend more time together. Deal?�

She eyed him suspiciously. �There�s a catch to this.�

�No catch.� He fished an envelope out of the pocket of his jacket and handed it to her. �This is for you.�

She opened the envelope. Inside was a wad of bills and a very familiar necklace. She ignored the money and held the white gold chain with its silver angel and obsidian pendant up to the light. �This was my mother�s,� she said softy. �Where did you get it?�

�She forgot it at our mother�s house the week before she died. It�s been too hard for me to part with it until now. You should have it.�

She handed the envelope of money back to him. He refused to take it. �No. Use it to buy yourself something nice to wear to the party tonight. I�ll pick you up at your apartment at 7:30.�
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