Title: Observations from the Outer Office

Author: KimK

Rating: PG for the 'h' word.

Keywords: MSR, Third Person POV

Spoilers: None

Time Line: I had Season Six in mind while writing this, but it really 
can take place whenever.

Summary: Kim Cook makes some observations on the Mulder and Scully 
relationship.

Archive: Wherever, just let me know about it and keep it as it is.

Feedback: That would be nice. Please. I ain't too proud to beg, but I 
would rather it not come to that. k_nig_it1013@yahoo.com

Disclaimer: Ah yes, the disclaimer . . . the bane of my existence. If 
you must know these characters and the basic plot line are not mine 
and never will be. Chris Carter and the gang are responsible for this 
stroke of genius; I just like to have my way with his creation 
sometimes. Don't sue, I'm filthy poor.

Thank You: Sara Bowen, my beta and friend in whom I have way too much 
in common with and yet have never met. She does a fantastic job in 
fixing my thoughtless mistakes. Thanks goes to the readers as well and 
your generous feedback. <g>

Author's Notes: So, I actually wrote out this scene a while back to 
stick in a long fic, but as I was sitting in U.S. History, I thought 
that I would write just a short third person POV using my little 
scene. I've never done any other POV than Scully (although I am 
currently working on one with both M&S POVs), so this was interesting. 
Kim isn't a character that was ever explored on the show, so I kinda 
got to have my way with her, as brief as it was. She strikes me as a 
harmless busy body and a romantic. Aside from what little I already 
had jotted down, I wrote this in about fifteen minutes. Enjoy this 
little fic and don't hesitate to tell me what you think! Really, 
don't!

XxX

I see Agents Mulder and Scully exit AD Skinner's office after a 'good 
days' brief. I rarely know what goes on in that office but today it 
seems as though not much went on at all. As usual I watch askance as 
Mulder gingerly leads Scully to the hallway, his hand resting tenderly 
on her lower back.

I've watched them for years like this. I feign being busy each time 
they leave that office, but I always sneak a glance. Seeing it isn't 
necessary, the feelings and tension that trail behind them whenever 
they are in a room together are palpable.

I watch as they wrap up their conversation outside the picture window, 
their bodies framed. Mulder has this lopsided grin on his face and 
Scully's eyebrow is raised. They've stopped talking and are just 
staring at each other in amusement. Mulder says something quickly, 
causing Scully to smile and, from what I can tell, laugh. What he 
said, I don't know, but what a sight.

Mulder is attractive, not necessarily my type, but nonetheless good 
looking. I've seen the company he has kept as far as women, although 
it has been some time. Dana isn't his type. Or at least she used to 
not be. Maybe she is now? Maybe he never knew what his type was, just 
thought he would follow the obvious. I don't think his heart has ever 
been involved as much as it is now. Or his trust.

I smile as Mulder brushes his finger across Scully's cheek, it is 
quick and missed by all others, but not me. They're so intimate in a 
way I could never imagine. So in tune with one another it is mind 
boggling. He pats her arm as a sign to continue down to their office 
and she complies.

To have something like that is rare and beautiful. Deep down I yearn 
for such a connection with a man.

My thoughts are so fixed on them that I almost miss the booming voice 
of my boss.

"Kim, could you please . . . Kim? Miss Cook."

I tear my eyes away from the receding pair, bringing my eyes to AD 
Skinner's. "They are in for one hell of an awakening," I say simply 
and without much thought.

Skinner's eyebrows bunch together in confusion. "Excuse me?"

I smile, close-mouthed, drifting my eyes to the window. They have 
left, but who else would I be referring to? He picks up on who it is I 
am talking about, but not what it is.

"Never mind, Sir. I shouldn't have said anything and I'm sure you 
wouldn't be interested anyway. I'm not even so sure it is something I 
should -- "

"Spill it, Kimberly."

I release a wistful sigh. "Isn't it obvious? They've fallen in love 
with one another. I'm just not so sure they know it yet." I grin, 
satisfied with having told Skinner the obvious. "I'm sorry, Sir, what 
was it you needed?"

If I am not mistaken, he has a hint of smile on his face. He sees it 
too. Feels it. Yearns for it. He shakes himself from his silent 
reverie.

"I'll, uh, take care of it." He turns back to his office, shutting the 
door behind him.

I turn my attention back to the window as if they are still standing 
there. Their phantom figures reenact my last observation.

I shake my head with a smile and return back to work. They know. The 
real revelation will come when they finally admit it to one another.

The End

End Notes: The shortest fic I have ever written, ladies and gentlemen. 
And with that thought, tell me what you thought. Love!