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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

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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 08: Investigating
Wayside Motel

8:05 am
When Krycek got back to his motel room, he found Lilah sitting on the edge of his bed, waiting for him with her legs crossed. Hiding his annoyance, he closed the door behind him and tossed his jacket down on a chair.

�What do you want?� he asked coldly.

She uncrossed her legs and stood up, slinking towards him. �You left the party without saying goodbye,� she said casually. �It�s not very nice to abandon a woman like that.�

�I only went to talk to Lindsey,� he replied. �I didn�t go as your date, so I had no obligation to you whatsoever.�

She gave him an appraising look. �Where did you go last night?�

�None of your damn business.�

Lilah moved closer to him and traced a finger lazily across his chest. �My, my, aren�t we testy? Did you get much sleep last night?� She laughed when he tensed up. �I�ll take that as a no. Did you find some woman who would look past your disability? Didn�t think so. You see, not many people are willing to let a thing like that slide.�

�And I suppose you are?� he sneered, pushing her away.

Undaunted, she continued, coming back closer to him. �There are worse things in life than a missing arm. You�re no less a man because of it.� Lilah slid her hands down his chest to his waist. �Anyone who says otherwise is a fool.�

�Get out,� he told her. �I�m too tired to deal with you right now.�

�Is that so?� she asked, caressing his hips and butt. �I have a hard time believing you.�

Even though he had no feelings for Lilah whatsoever, he found himself interested in what she was implying. The frustration at dealing with Riley the night before added fuel to the fire. When Lilah slid her hands forward to his belt, he snapped, spinning her around and slamming her into the wall. It surprised her momentarily, but she came back to her senses as Krycek crushed her underneath him, covering her mouth with his own.

She fumbled with his belt buckle, letting his pants and underwear drop to the floor. After stepping out of them, he forced her over onto the bed and pushed her short skirt up around her hips. He lowered himself onto her, not caring if he hurt her or even if she was ready for it. It was over quickly, faster than Lilah had thought. He got off her and again told her to get out. She stood up, pulling her skirt back down as he collapsed onto the mattress, falling asleep almost instantly.

She grabbed her jacket and slid out, a rare smile spreading across her face. She hadn�t expected him to take her up on her offer so quickly. The fact that he had confirmed all of her suspicions. Her informant at the party the night before had mentioned that Krycek had left with a woman that fit Riley�s description. That had struck her as being odd. Everyone at Wolfram and Hart that had met her knew how she felt about men, especially ones with missing limbs. That prejudice was based on an encounter she�d had with Lindsey a year ago. As near as Lilah could tell, she knew no other men with missing body parts. It was a bit of a surprise to learn that Riley held that against Krycek as well.

That Krycek was attracted to Riley wasn�t a large surprise. Lilah had yet to meet a man who wasn�t attracted to the blond actress. Judging by his response and the frustration she�d seen on his face, she refused him. Why she even allowed him to leave the party with her was one of the unknowns, along with just what had happened to frustrate him that much. Whatever it was, it had worked to her advantage.

She was still smiling as she climbed into her car and drove away.
Crown Palace Hotel

Mulder�s room

10:46 am
Mulder let a sighing Scully into his room. She sat down in a chair and looked at her partner. �What are we doing here, Mulder?�

�We�re investigating those weird bodies, remember?� He sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at her, concerned. �Are you ok, Scully?�

�We haven�t heard any reports of any more new ones and my examinations haven�t shed any light as to what�s going on here.�

�We�ve had cases like this before, remember? We just have to keep searching. If you ask me, I think the answer to this puzzle lies with whoever�s been killing those things. I�m not sure if I want to call it murder or what.�

Scully gave him a weak smile. �Now if only there was something on the bodies to lead us to the killer.�

�All I can tell you is what I�ve mentioned before. The wounds were made with a sharp blade.�

�Why don�t we have another talk with Detective Lockely?� Mulder suggested. �Anyone with a weapon that could make those kinds of wounds must be on record somewhere for possessing it.�

�It�s a long shot, Mulder. There are people who collect swords, but don�t have to register them.�

�No, but if they actually use them or take classes, there should be a list somewhere,� he insisted. �At the very least, we could check out weaponry shops. A sword or knife needs to be sharpened somehow.�

Scully nodded thoughtfully. �With a weapon that�s being used to kill, I would assume that the owner would go to a specialized shop to get supplies. Killers are picky individuals when it comes to their weapons, especially ones that go after the same targets. If these were people, I�d use the term �serial killer�.�

�I�d use it anyway.�

�I�ll go talk to Detective Lockely if you�ll have a look at weaponry classes and shops,� she suggested.

�Deal. Let�s meet at that Italian place we saw the other day near the police station for lunch and share our findings.�

�Let�s say 1:30?�

�Sounds good.�
The Blade�s Edge

11:56 am
Mulder walked into the last shop on his list that sold swords, daggers, and anything related to them. It was a small shop tucked away in an alley way. He would never have found it if he hadn�t been looking for it. The owner, a stern looking woman looking to be in her late fifties looked up as he walked in.

�May I help you?�

He cleared his throat. �I�m Special Agent Mulder with the F.B.I,� he informed her, showing her his badge. �I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions.�

She looked startled. �I�m not sure how much help I can be, but I�ll try.�

He showed her a photo of a demon with deep slash marks. �Could you tell me what kind of blade would make something like that?�

She took it and examined it carefully. �I�d say it was likely a long sword, but it could also have been made by a bastard sword. What kind of person are we talking about here? Who wielded the weapon?�

�All we know is that it�s a woman.�

She whistled appreciatively. �Whoever she is, she�s strong to do this kind of damage.�

�Can you help us?�

She lowered the picture. �I�m not sure what you think I can do, Agent Mulder. There are quite a few people in L.A who own weapons that could do this kind of damage.�

�If the weapon is being used to kill, it would get dull pretty fast, right? Killers are meticulous people and very picky when it comes to their weapons. This has all the classic hallmarks of a serial killer. You�re the last store in L.A that sells sword supplies. Whoever this is would come in very frequently to restock.�

�You don�t know much about blades, do you? A good sharpening stone would last for a while, even with constant use. There aren�t really a lot of supplies needed for weapons. Stain remover perhaps, but you can get that at any hardware store.�

�It seems to me that if you�re using a sword to kill, you�re a pretty fussy person.�

�I don�t carry stain remover. I do, however, carry things for oiling scabbards, whet stones, polish, belts, weapon racks, and edge guards to prevent injury in practice among other things. Those are just the ones most commonly purchased here.�

�I see.� He thought about it for a minute. �Has there been a woman in here recently to purchase any polish or oils recently that would fit the physical description of someone who could inflict these kinds of injuries?�

�Four.�

�Do any of them take classes?�

�Two. I can guarantee that one of them isn�t your killer, though.�

�How�s that?�

�She�s an actor. The classes she�s taking are to train her for action scenes in the movie she�s making. While she�s strong, she�s not the type to go around swinging a sword. Besides that, I�ve seen her blade. It�s a family heirloom, passed down for hundreds of years. You don�t go around using that kind of weapon to kill things.�

�Does she have any other weapons that you know of?�

�A few decorative knives, but those couldn�t make these kinds of wounds.�

�If it�s all the same to you, I�d like to get any information about these women from you. Names, phone numbers, location of their classes, anything you have. It might not get me anywhere, but I have to be sure.�

�You do realize that these women will be understandably upset about this?� she asked him as she took out a pen, a sheet of paper, and a thick binder. Flipping it open to the right page, she jotted down the information that Mulder had requested.

�I�d rather annoy them and prove that none of them are the killer than not annoy them and have it turn out that it�s one of them.�

The woman looked up from her writing. �I�m curious about something. Why are you so concerned about this? Those�those things are dangerous. This woman is doing us all a favor by getting rid of them. It�s making the streets safer.�

�We�re concerned that she�ll turn from the dangerous ones to the ones that aren�t. From there, she could easily go on to killing humans.�

She puzzled that over in her mind as she finished writing. �I can see your point,� she admitted, handing him the slip of paper. �I don�t know these women personally, nor do I know much about them. I have details for some that I don�t have for others. The two that take classes go to the same place.�

�You�ve been very helpful. Thank you.�

�I hope that none of my customers are who you�re looking for.�

Mulder gave her a smile. �I hope so, too, but at the same time, I hope we find her soon.�

She watched him leave the store. As soon as he was out of sight, she flipped the open sign over to the closed side and picked up the phone, dialing a number. It rang a couple times before someone picked up.

�It�s me. I just got a visit from an F.B.I agent. They�re looking for you. He didn�t ask if I knew who you were, so there was no lie. Don�t worry. I�m just giving you a heads up.� She paused, listening to the reply. �I understand. I�ll keep my eyes and ears open and pass on anything new. Good hunting.�
L.A.P.D headquarters

12:34 pm
Kate Lockely gave Scully a questioning look. The request she�s just made was understandable, but still bizarre. �Why do you need to know that?�

�From my examinations, it appears that the cuts were made with a long bladed weapon. Mulder�s busy on a related inquiry, but we figured it might help if you had a list or registry of anyone with that kind of weapon.�

�I�ll have to go look,� Kate told her. �I know that there�s a gun registry, but not if there�s one for swords.�

Scully sighed, trying to contain her impatience. All she wanted at this point was to just go back home. No matter what Mulder said, she still felt that this was an enormous waste of time and energy. These things were monsters that would only hurt people. It was good that they were dead. Wasn�t it?

The ringing of her cell phone interrupted her thoughts. �Scully,� she answered.

�Hey Scully, it�s me,� Mulder said over his phone. �I think I have a couple leads. I�m going to talk to one, maybe two of them before I meet you for lunch, so I might be a bit late. Ok?�

�That�s fine Mulder. Take your time.�

�Thanks. How�re things going on your end?�

�Detective Lockely is checking to see if there is a registry. I went back and had a look at the bodies before coming here. Mulder, some of them have dissolved and others look like they haven�t decomposed at all.�

�Weird. Maybe we should talk to that Angel guy about that. He sounded pretty knowledgeable about all this.�

�Sounds good. He lives at the Hyperion right?�

�I think so.�

�I�ll head over there when I�m done here. It�s not far.�

�Ok. See you at lunch then.�

Kate came back and sat down at her desk just as Scully hung up with Mulder. �I�m afraid that there isn�t any such registry. Not here at least. I�m sorry that I can�t be more help.�

�It�s ok. Mulder says he�s got a few leads. Thank you for your time, Detective.�
Hyperion Hotel

12:46 pm
Scully walked into the old hotel, looking around. It looked well-kept and clean, but it seemed very hollow and quiet. Hotels were supposed to be filled with people with all the sounds that came with it, but it was a little too quiet in here. She walked up to the front counter and rang the bell.

The brunette with the glasses, Fred, came over. �You�re that F.B.I lady, aren�t you? Agent Scully, right?�

�Yes, that�s right. I was wondering if I could talk to someone about those bodies?�

�Sure. Wes and Angel are in the office right now. Here, I�ll take you.�

Scully followed Fred into a room with a desk and a lot of books. This must be the office Fred had mentioned, even though it didn�t really look like much of one. Wesley and Angel looked up.

�Agent Scully,� Wesley said warmly, getting up and pulling a chair for her to sit in. �What can we do for you?�

She sat down. �I went down to the morgue today to have a look at those bodies and I noticed something odd. Some had dissolved and others don�t show any sign of decay.�

�Ah. Different demon species decay at different rates. Some, like vampires, vanish instantly. Others take a very long time to do so. What you saw was a good example of it. It�s because of this that we�re having a very hard time determining just how many demons have been killed as well as how long this has been going on.�

�You know more about these things than Mulder and I. Have you noticed any sort of pattern to them?�

�Aside form the weapon used and the fact that these are all dangerous demon species, there isn�t any. It�s almost as if the Hunter were just happening upon a demon and slaying it, regardless of whether or not it�s a vampire or baby killer,� Angel told her.

�Frankly, I�m amazed that she�s letting Angel live, whoever she is,� Wesley continued. �Anyone who deals in demon slaying knows about Angelus and Darla. Darla�s dead now, but Angel isn�t. It might just be that he has a soul that�s keeping him alive.�

�Anyone who would want me dead wouldn�t stop because of a little thing like that, Wes,� Angel reminded him.

�She might just be waiting for you to slip up, to loose your soul and return to your former self.�

�Good point,� the vampire conceded.

�I just wish we had more to go on here,� Wesley sighed. �All we know is that we�re looking for a strong blond with a sword that isn�t Buffy Summers. She�s still in Sunnydale.�

�That�s the Slayer, right?� Scully asked.

�Yes, one of two. Faith isn�t blond, not does she have access to any weapons, so she�s right out.�

�Mulder thinks he has a few leads, but he didn�t say much more than that.�

�Well, good luck with your investigation,� Angel said. �If you need anymore help, you know where to find us.�

She stood up. �Thanks for your help. I�ll be in touch, let you know what we find. You might be able to put it together better than we could.�
Fred watched Scully leave the hotel and bit her lip, unsure of what to do. It was getting harder and harder to keep what she knew to herself. Was it really still a good idea to keep it a secret? She hadn�t been able to get a hold of Riley and let her know what was going on. For an actress, the other woman had some surprising bits of information and knew the oddest people. She would be able to help her out.

She looked up at the clock. It wouldn�t do her any good to call now. Riley was at work doing who knew what. She wouldn�t even get around to checking her messages for another few hours. Fred decided to wait until then before calling.
Training Studio

Production stage 12

12:57 pm
It had taken a little convincing to get himself admitted into the area, but he was in and that was all that mattered, really. He stood against a wall, watching a group of men practice a fight scene with padded sticks and sparring pads. Even with the pads on, they all looked like they�d have a few bruises from the session. A brief inquiry to the trainer assured him that he hadn�t missed the woman�s sword practice. This was the third out of the four names on his list, the last one he was going to look into before meeting Scully for lunch.

Five minutes later, the men put their weapons away and headed for the locker rooms. Almost immediately after they left, the woman in question came out from the ladies� locker room and selected a long wooden practice sword from the rack. It was the woman from Caritas, the one who had put a hole in Krycek�s jacket. She was wearing a pair of loose black shorts and a white crop top that left no part of her midriff to the imagination. For that matter, no part of her was open for speculation. All her clothes were doing was covering the skin.

He remembered seeing her at the party at Wolfram and Hart. He narrowed his eyes. Things seemed to be locking together. She�d danced with Krycek at a party hosted by evil lawyers. He�d followed her out and neither had been seen after that. Now he learned that she took sword classes.

The trainer told her to run through a couple moves individually before combining them into one long move. This went on for a good twenty minutes.

After that, she put the weapon away and took down a real blade. Based on the information he had about this woman, Riley, she was the one with the heirloom sword. She was the actress the woman at the shop had mentioned. Mulder saw the trainer step back to stand against the wall as she went to the center of the room.

It became quite apparent that if Riley were to ever decide to kill someone, she�d be quite effective at it. As Mulder watched, she went through a complex series of maneuvers. Though it would be dangerous, possibly even fatal, to be in the way, it looked less like moves designed to kill and more like a dance. A crowd gathered to watch. She spun and slashed, the light in the room glinting off the blade as she moved. It was beautiful to watch and also terrifying. If an actress could do this, what was stopping more people from learning it?

Mulder snuck over to where the trainer was standing. �Sir, my name is Fox Mulder. I�m a Special Agent with the F.B.I. I was wondering if I could have a few words with the young lady when she�s finished.�

�About what?� he asked, not taking his eyes off Riley.

�We�re investigating a string of recent murders that look to be done with a sword. I�m not saying that I think she did it. I�m just making sure that it wasn�t her, narrowing my list of suspects.�

�I�ll ask her when she�s done. She might not have time right away.�

She finished, dropping to one knee with the sword extended out in front of her. Mulder clapped along with everyone else. She stood, bowed slightly, and put the weapon back where it belonged. The trainer took her aside and asked her something in low tones. She looked over at Mulder, a look of surprise flashing across her face.

She walked up to him, putting her hands on her hips. �What do you want?�

�That�s not very friendly of you?�

Riley rolled her eyes. �I�m only speaking to you because you know Lorne. Period. Now make it snappy. I have things to do.�

�If you�re in such a hurry, I can come back later.�

�Get it over with,� she growled.

Mulder swallowed nervously. Even as angry as she was, she was still hot. �Is there somewhere we can go to talk?�

�This had better be important.�

�Murder investigations tend to be important, yes.�

She narrowed her eyes. �Come with me. My dressing room isn�t far.�

He followed her down the hallway and around a few corners before she opened a door and let him in before coming in and locking the door behind her. �So what�s this about a murder?�

�Several murders, actually.�

�Anyone I would know?�

�Not unless you hang out with the demonic types.�

She made a face. �Lorne is the only one I�m friendly with.�

�Then no.�

Riley sat down in a chair, indicating for him to take a seat as well. �Since when do a bunch of dead demons require a murder investigation? They don�t even exist in public records. Hell, most people who live here work with or see demons everyday but don�t say anything. They�d prefer to allow their version of reality to be the real one.�

�It�s not so much that the demons are dead. Good riddance, from what I�ve heard, but it�s the savagery with which they were killed that gives us cause for concern. We�re just worried that the Hunter might turn on her fellow humans if she bores of her current quarry.�

�So this demon hunter is a woman, huh? How�d you learn that?�

�Lorne told us, but didn�t really say more than that.�

�It�s a self preservation thing. Y�see, he knows the hunter. If she found out that he said more than that, his life wouldn�t be worth shit.�

�It�s that sort of thing that worries us. Lorne isn�t dangerous, so if she�d kill him to keep her secret� See where I�m going here?�

She crossed one leg over the other. �You do have a point.�

�You sound almost as if you know this hunter as well.�

�Mostly by reputation,� she told him. �She doesn�t like to socialize. I�ve seen her around a few times, though.�

�Do you have a name for her?�

�Alexis.�

�Just Alexis?�

�I don�t know her last name. For all I know, Alexis might not even be her real name.�

�I see. Thank you for your time.�

�Don�t come around here again,� she warned.

�If I need to ask you some more questions, how would I get a hold of you?�

�Talk to Lorne. He�ll get a hold of me and set something up.�

�Well, then, I just have one more question. What�s your relationship with Wolfram and Hart?�

�What does that have to do anything?�

�We think they might be involved.�

�Might be? Listen, Mulder, I know you�re new in town and all, but there�s one thing you have to understand in order to survive. If there�s something rotten going down in L.A, you can safely bet that they have their fingers all over it. They�re bad news.�

�So why were you at their charity ball?�

�You were there?�

�Yes.�

�My uncle works for them. He keeps trying to set me up with the younger lawyers, hoping to get me married off to one. Right. Like that�ll happen.�

�So you have no other personal association with them?�

�None. Why were you there, out of curiosity?�

�I figured that Krycek would show up there.�

�What�s your deal with him?�

�He killed my father and Scully�s sister. That, and he�s just an all around dirt bag killer for hire.�

�Tell me something. How did he loose his arm?� Mulder told her. �Hmm. That�s pretty much what he said.�

�I wondered if you�d spoken to him or not. I saw you two dancing. When you left and he followed you, something smelled rotten to me.�

�There�s nothing going on there. If I were to get involved with a man, as highly unlikely as it is, I would prefer someone with all his parts intact.�

�Someone like me?�

Riley reached forward and grabbed Mulder just above both of his wrists. �Just checking,� she explained.

He broke her grip and grabbed her waist, pulling her towards him. He crushed her mouth with his as he kissed her, sliding his hands down the sides of her thighs, and up the back to rest on her ass, gripping it as hard as he could.
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