It wasn't like Mulder to not at least let her know if he wasn't going to be going into the office. Even if it was something she couldn't tell anyone else about he at least tried to let her know. If he was going to do something she normally had some idea about it because of an X-file or a run-in with some of the higher-ups in their bureaucratic food chain, but this was sudden and mysterious and that made her worry.
She checked his office but nothing was disturbed, or rather everything was in the same state of upheaval that it normally was. So she went by his apartment, only he wasn't there either, she even dared to poke her head into his bedroom, swearing she would never mention it after the fact. No Mulder. It took her another three hours of driving to spots she knew were his touchstones to find him.
The batting cages, of course, she probably should have started there. He was alone when she arrived in that weak afternoon light where the sun lingered like it hated to give up to twilight. Dana got out of her car and strode toward the cage, hearing the grunts as he hit baseballs like they'd personally offended him and his ancestors. Her fingers hooked into the chainlink fence that surrounded the cage and she watched him for a long silent minute.
Of course, he knew she was there, of course, he knew she would find him, hell she might be the only one who would look or know where to look. Which meant he wasn't hiding so much as sequestering himself away from something. Working out aggression or aggravation he didn't feel otherwise able to. Sometimes her training wasn't the best to let her be an unbiased friend, but she was still there for him.
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Date: 2020-09-03 12:41 am (UTC)She checked his office but nothing was disturbed, or rather everything was in the same state of upheaval that it normally was. So she went by his apartment, only he wasn't there either, she even dared to poke her head into his bedroom, swearing she would never mention it after the fact. No Mulder. It took her another three hours of driving to spots she knew were his touchstones to find him.
The batting cages, of course, she probably should have started there. He was alone when she arrived in that weak afternoon light where the sun lingered like it hated to give up to twilight. Dana got out of her car and strode toward the cage, hearing the grunts as he hit baseballs like they'd personally offended him and his ancestors. Her fingers hooked into the chainlink fence that surrounded the cage and she watched him for a long silent minute.
Of course, he knew she was there, of course, he knew she would find him, hell she might be the only one who would look or know where to look. Which meant he wasn't hiding so much as sequestering himself away from something. Working out aggression or aggravation he didn't feel otherwise able to. Sometimes her training wasn't the best to let her be an unbiased friend, but she was still there for him.
"How long were you planning on keeping this up?"