Welcome To The Harem
The Introduction by Maidenjedi
Summary: Deslea's rec: "Monica Reyes has her first encounter with a fellow smoker. Well-characterised with great tension and mood."
Title: The Introduction Author: MaidenJedi Rating: PG-13 Archiving: Anywhere, so long as my name stays on it. Category/Keywords: Reyes Summary: Monica Reyes' first day as an agent in the X-Files. Spoilers: Essence/Existence, TIHN, various small spoilers for Classic XF, and some for LGM All About Yves. Disclaimer: The X-Files are not mine, Monica Reyes is not mine. I'm just borrowing them! Notes: Thanks to J. for the super-quick beta. You're the greatest! ~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~ Monica Reyes leaned back in the chair she occupied, sighing heavily as she stretched her atrophying arms and legs. John had insisted she spend her first official day in the X-files division learning what they were all about. He'd done it, he said, and it would help her out a great deal. After stacks of eerie tales featuring comic-book characters, Monica was ready for a break. She rubbed the bridge of her nose, trying to refocus her eyes. There was no natural light in this forsaken hole, save for a small trickle above the bookshelves. The fluorescent lighting burned after a day spent with her nose buried. Her watch told her she here long after most normal agents had gone home, and her body told her she was past due for a cigarette. But she wasn't anxious to leave, and after all she'd read she wasn't sure she really wanted a cigarette. Aliens. Conspiracy. Sword-swallowing circus performers with extra appendages. Haunted houses. Monica had always considered herself open-minded. In school, when presented with the idea that Lee Harvey Oswald had killed John F. Kennedy, she had been ready to accept that might not be the whole truth. She guessed that maybe something had happened at Roswell in 1947, and she wasn't entirely against the idea of ghosts. She believed whole-heartedly in extrasensory perception, had since she was thirteen and first glimpsed her own gift. But some of the things Agent Mulder had proposed as case-closing facts were just absurd! Or were they? Monica stood up and popped her back, then bent over to touch her toes. She thought back to the night that Agent Scully had given birth. Aliens existed. She was sure of it now. The "bounty hunter", as Mulder and Scully had called him, had thrown Monica a good ten feet. The most fit man in her academy class had been unable to pin her in a wrestling match. And what about the green acidic blood, and the shape-shifting? Monica would never had believed it had she not seen it for herself. She had begun to question so much of what she held to be true. And yet, so much of what she read made perfect sense. It was the idea of government conspiracies that she had trouble grasping. For instance, the entire idea of this man referred to in places as CGB Spender. Monica was tied on how she felt about him. She could believe easily in cultish activities that conspired to cover-up the paranormal. Alex Krycek had tried to kill Scully's unborn child, and Monica could believe that he worked for someone. But she had trouble with the idea of a governmental, world-wide conspiracy to cover-up collaboration with an alien government. It was absurd! And the way Mulder referred to this Spender in places as "cancerman" or "cigarette-smoking man"....she thought it was too much like a kooky conspiracy theory out of a movie. He had survived a shooting, among other things, it seemed, and he hadn't reappeared at all since Mulder's abduction. It was all too elliptical. Monica yawned as she put away files and cleaned up her empty coffee cups. John had said he'd be out most of the day, wanting to get some of the legwork done on an investigation that didn't require both of them working on it. It seemed some close friends of Mulder's had mysteriously disappeared, and there was little to go on; they'd been computer hackers / conspiracy journalists, and they'd been hot on the trail of a big break when suddenly they'd gone missing. John hadn't been overly enthusiastic, but had agreed to the investigation for Mulder's sake. Monica wasn't expecting him to come back to the office for anything, and given that it was so late she'd probably just.... Someone was in the office. Maybe it was John after all, coming back to write up his findings. "John?" Monica called out. She walked back to the desk, her back to the door. "I didn't think you'd be back today. Did you find out anything interesting?" The smell of cigarette smoke filled Monica's nose. John Doggett wasn't a cigarette smoker. Monica turned around, a small stack of files in her left hand, her right hand on her back where she could get to her gun. There was no smoking allowed inside the Hoover building, and no one she answered to smoked anyway. At least, not that brand. She was the only one, and she smoked lights. Morleys. Standing in the doorway was a man, wearing a suit and tie and holding a cigarette in one hand, his other hand in his pocket. His stance was casual, almost friendly, but Monica's sixth sense stood the hair on her arms on end. Her heart pounded furiously, and she felt her hands begin to sweat. "Can I help you?" Her voice came out clear and steady, surprising her a little. The man took a slow puff of his cigarette, letting out the smoke mostly between his lips. "I'm hoping we can help each other, Agent Reyes." He shifted his weight and took another pull of his Morley. "I've come to congratulate you on your appointment to this...division." The use of her name jarred Monica. "How..." He tapped the door, where the words "Special Agent John Doggett" and "Special Agent Monica Reyes" stood out. The plates were not even a week old. Monica let out a short breath. "I was just on my way out. Perhaps you could drop by some other time. Or call me, that would be a better idea. My partner...." "Your partner is why I'm here, Agent Reyes." She walked forward, hand firm on her weapon. "If you're implying...." "On the contrary, Agent Reyes, I mean no harm. I merely wish to inform you that Agent Doggett is treading into some very dangerous waters. If he were to step in certain places, he could get himself killed. He could get *you* killed." Monica narrowed her eyes. "Sir, I'm on my way out for the evening. Please leave before I have to call and have you escorted out of the building." "There is no need for that, Agent. I only came to warn you and your partner: don't get mixed up in Agent Mulder's quest for the truth. You'll regret it." "Who the hell are you?" Now her voice was shaking, as it hit her that she already knew the answer to that question. He smiled at her, and walked past her to the desk. He stubbed out his cigarette in one of the styrofoam cups that sat there still. She stared at him, trying to figure out how she could stop him, keep him in here so she could call John, call Scully, warn somebody. He turned back to her, holding up a pack of Morley Lights that had been sitting on the desk. "You know, Agent Reyes, if you're going to stick your foot in, why not go all the way?" He smiled and walked past her. "After all, you only live once." He tossed her one of his own cigarettes, and left the room. Monica stood stock still, her eyes watering and her throat constricting. He was the man Mulder mentioned in the files, he was CGB Spender. After all this time, back to cause trouble. She had to warn Mulder, had to call Scully and get William out of D.C. She had to call John! In the end, she did nothing. She put the files back on the desk, grabbed her purse and her jacket and locked up the office. She felt dirty, like she had looked into evil and it had touched her. She would tell John. She would warn him. In the meantime, she needed a cigarette. ---------------------------------------- Feedback gratefully accepted at texgoddess@yahoo.com All my fanfic resides at http://www.geocities.com/texgoddess/fanfic.html
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