Barber’s Point, Washington
Uh I suppose this is my foray into this odd slow burn place of longish ficlets. Here is the haircutting fic, part one, destined for like three or four. Not sure it’s what you were looking for @wtfmulder but hey here we are.
March 7, 1992
“Oh, come on Blevins. We’ve had this discussion before and you know and I know that I always win this little pissing contest of yours.”
“You can address me as Agent Blevins or as your Division Chief, Agent Mulder, for starters, and it’s coming from higher than me. You’re getting a partner. And we’re locking your travel down until you learn to work with her.”
Mulder rolled his eyes off to the left with a disgusted smirk as he rocked back in his chair. “Are we done here, Agent Blevins?”
The old man was content to spend the least amount of time possible in the same room with the Spook. But that wasn’t the question he’d expected. “We need to go over the personnel file for your partner. Technically, the X-files was a division of one until today and that makes you the branch chief.”
Mulder found it impossible to hide his smirk… well. He didn’t even try, actually. He stood and turned for the door. “Scully, Dana, 29 – thanks for hooking me up with the experience, sir – physicist and a forensic pathologist. At least you decided to throw me someone that can shoot. Don’t worry Agent Blevins, I give her two weeks.”