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Hunter's Moon	By : purenightshade Category: S through Z > X-Files Views: 1547 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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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 09: Musings
Riley Hunter�s dressing room

Production stage 12

1:10 pm
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.
She pushed him off, slapping him. �What the hell do you think you�re doing, asshole?�

�I�ll be honest with you,� he said hoarsely. �I find you incredibly attractive. As coarse as you are, you fascinate me. I�d really, really like to see you naked.�

Riley laughed at him. �In your dreams.�

�Whatever I dream likely wouldn�t be much of a stretch,� he said, indicating her clothes. �Your current attire leaves little to the imagination. Besides, I�ve always preferred the real thing to the imagination.�

�You�re quite the sick little puppy,� she commented.�

�So I�ve been told,� he replied, walking up to her. He grabbed her ass again, fondling it.

�Don�t you people have rules about being on the job?�

�So?� Mulder asked as he nibbled on her neck. �I�m performing an interrogation related to the investigation of a murder.�

�Interrogation? Really now!�

He brought his head up, bringing his face right up close to hers. �I don�t really believe that you�ve told me all you know about the Hunter. I have ways of getting information that aren�t officially recognized b the F.B.I.� He pressed his body up against hers suggestively.

�Lorne did mention that I�m not fond of men, didn�t he?�

�I don�t see why we should let that get in the way. You don�t have to like me; you just have to tell me what I want to know. If you enjoy yourself while I�m getting it out of you, where�s the harm?�

Before she could give him any kind of answer, his fingers slid up under the hem of her shorts, caressing the smooth skin beneath it. He pulled the cloth up to get a better feel for her ass. It was tight and well muscled, a sign of a woman that worked out regularly. Riley tried to push him away, but her strength failed her. Panic over took her, giving Mulder the edge he needed to get his hands up to her top, deftly working his hands underneath, pushing it up to let her average sized breast bounce loose. Swiftly, he bent his head to suck one of the perky nipples into his mouth. It caught her completely off guard.

Her mind reeled. What was wrong with her? She was stronger than him, so why couldn�t she push him away? For that matter, why couldn�t she just simply tell him to stop? Guiltily, she knew that it was curiosity. That little part of her mind wanted to know just how far he�d try and go before he either stopped or something interrupted. Besides, she knew full well that she was far too occupied with trying to figure out what happened to her strength to really do much with her body.

Taking her lack of movement as encouragement, Mulder managed to get her top off. He took a step back and decided that he should just start carrying a camera around with him. No one would ever believe him if he told them what he was looking at. He stepped back towards Riley and picked her up, carrying her over to the far wall, slamming her up against it, crushing her mouth with his. At this point, the baser part of Riley�s mind kicked in. Without giving her intellect any say in the matter, her legs wrapped around Mulder�s waist as she kissed him back just as hungrily. It was when he moved to kiss her throat that she finally snapped out of it. Even in her dazed state, she refused to allow him to touch her throat. Lucky for Mulder, the piercing ring of a phone interrupted before she could break his hold on her.

Mulder cursed under his breath as he let her down so that she could answer the phone. While she did so, he looked around the room. There were several costumes hanging on a long rack, ranging in style from mini skirts and low cut, revealing tops to the leather she wore in the movie she was currently making, and up to elaborate and fancy multilayered gowns. A long, black leather trench coat hung from a hook on the back of the door. Her street clothes were folded neatly on a shelf beside the dressing table. He picked her top off the floor and handed it to her. She smiled appreciatively and continued talking. Her face grew more an more concerned as the conversation went on.

She hung up and looked at him. �Much as I�d like to see this interrogation method of yours Agent Mulder, you�re going to have to trust that I�ve told you all I know. I have to go now. My friend needs to talk to me about something important that she couldn�t mention on the phone.�

�We could always continue our�conversation later,� Mulder suggested. �And please. Call me Fox.�

�If you insist.� She went over and unlocked the door. �I should get dressed. I can�t exactly leave as I am.�

�You don�t need to be shy around me.�

�It�s not shyness, it�s fairness,� she explained. �If you get to see me with no clothes on, then it�s only fair if you reciprocate. I�m in a hurry, so don�t offer. As it is, you got to see me topless. You owe me.�

�All the more reason to continue this later,� he said, sounding very pleased about that idea. �I�m staying at the Crown Palace Hotel. Or would you rather do this at your place? If it would make you more comfortable, that is.�

Riley sighed impatiently. �Could you just get going, please? This is really urgent.�

He nodded. �I get the point. I�ll see you later then,� he said as he left, being careful not to open the door anymore than was absolutely necessary.

She sighed and grabbed her bra, wishing as she put it on that she had time to hit the showers. She was all sweaty from practice and her skin crawled a little where Mulder �Fox� had touched her. It was worrying that her strength had just evaporated. His touch hadn�t been nearly as insistent as Krycek�s had been and yet she couldn�t get rid of him. What was going on?

She made a metal note to get a hold of someone who would know and finished getting dressed. Her shorts were replaced by tight fitting blue jeans and a wheat-colored t-shirt replaced the white top. She put her shoes on and headed off to meet her friend.
Production Stage 12

Just outside the gate

1:15 pm
Krycek sat in his car, grinning like a maniac as he watched Mulder�s rental pull out and head off. He started the engine and took off in the opposite direction. His unnamed source had been right. Mulder thought the Hunter was a woman. Interesting. As misguided as it was, the information might prove valuable to those at Wolfram and Hart, possibly enough to warrant a reward.

Idling at a stop light, he fingered the prosthetic with his good hand. Before going to Riley�s apartment, he�d viewed the possibility of a replacement with interest, but in light of recent events, it had become an obsession. He was going to show Riley that he was just a good as anyone else. As soon as he got a new arm, he was going to go to her place and finish what he started whether she was interested or not. It would be more fun if she was, though.

His smile widened as he accelerated through the intersection. If she wasn�t willing, well, there were drugs that would help with that.
Luigi�s Restaurant

1:42 pm
Scully looked up as Mulder walked and sat down in the chair opposite from her, apologizing for his lateness. He looked like he�d been through the ringer. His face was flushed and he was breathing heavily. His clothes were in disarray and his hair was a mess.

�Are you feeling ok, Mulder?�
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