Sapphic Unravelings at the FBI
Rated: G (Explicit yet to come)
Summary: Set season 4, somewhere between Ed Jerse and cancer. Scully and Stella are teaming up to take on a case, but when it ends early, Stella finds herself waiting to book a ticket home.
“There’s a woman here, an agent, that I want to show you around, show you how it works. She saw more here in a year than most of our agents see in five years at the Bureau. I trust her, and I think she will be beneficial to you.”
Stella leans forward in her chair. She hadn’t been expecting this. She had been expecting the man sitting before her, a Walter Skinner, to introduce her to egotistical bore who had made a name for himself. She hadn’t bet on meeting a woman with strong credentials. Not because she doubted her existence, but because she doubted men in power to acknowledge that existence.
“She will be able to answer all your questions on the case, and give you access to all evidence collected here.”
She nods. “Great. What’s her name and where can I find her?”
“Her name is Dana Scully, and she’s in the basement.”
Scully is leaning over the desk, flipping through files on the current case. A serial killer case; nothing paranormal, yet, and Mulder wasn’t involved. This once was handed to her by Skinner who asked for her help as a liaison. A serial killer had seemingly relocated to the States from the UK. She was told that a Stella Gibson was being sent, someone of a newer name and rank in serial profiling. If she was being honest, and she always was, she was excited about the change in pace and thrilled at the prospect of another woman in the basement. Mulder, of course, was probably also thrilled.
When Stella makes her way into the basement ten seconds later, thrilled starts to seem like an understatement. Scully feels something in her flutter in response to the woman’s presence. She had glanced over the woman’s files and credentials briefly, pleased and excited by her many degrees and positions. She had heard she was a beautiful, brassy woman, but it was still a shock to see the ice blonde standing in the gunmetal basement.
Scully straightened from the desk and made to shake her hand. “Stella Gibson. It’s nice to meet you.”
Scully watches as she reverently takes her time looking around at her world. She is surveying, sizing up the room, much like Scully had feared she would survey her, but Stella didn’t.
“At least there are windows down here. Not so bad, for a G woman,” Stella says.
Scully lifts an eyebrow and wishes she could project all her memories to Stella so she could understand that this basement was both a curse and a blessing.
“Bullshit, but not bad.” Stella smiles in the most demure way and Scully sees herself in that smile.
“My partner… he likes it here.”
“Or so he wants to believe?” Stella smirks and gestures toward the poster on the wall before sitting down and thumbing through the case file. And just like that, her face is stern and she’s throwing questions at Scully in her low, swishing accent. Scully pulls up a chair and begins answering, letting their arms and hands brush as she flip flops the files before them. She is close enough to smell Stella; she’s Armani perfume, she’s freesia hand lotion, she’s warm like the humid air outside.