Evidence Analyzation Federal Bureau of Investigation
Case No. 13-8265014-99
Date of receipt: 07/24/99
The following transcript records evidentiary content of videotape sent to Bureau by Unsub. Transcript recorded by Special Agent Samuel McCarter under direct supervision of Special Agent in Charge Olivia Johannesen.
[July 3, 1999 - 09:16:33]
Tape begins with timestamp recorded to be 09:16:33pm on the evening of July 3, 1999. Camera is directed towards an apartment kitchen. A sink and countertop is in view behind a large kitchen table. Off camera, audio from a television can be heard as well as two voices: one male, one female.
Female Voice (FV): Help me carry all these into the kitchen.
Male Voice (MV): C’mon, just do ‘em in the morning.
No voices are recorded for approximately three minutes.
FV: Mmmm, no. I need to get these rinsed off before this food gets stuck.
MV: [ inaudible ]
Male and Female enter into view of camera carrying what appear to be dishes – wine glasses, plates, silverware. There is visual confirmation that male and female are Special Agents Fox Mulder and Dana Scully. Both individuals place dishes in sink. Agent Mulder leans against the side of the kitchen table while Agent Scully remains at sink, her back to the camera. Water can be heard running.
Agent Mulder (AM): Thanks for indulging me. And thank you for dinner.
Agent Scully (AS): No thanks necessary, Mulder. I love Pleasantville.
AM: That surprises me, Scully. As a scientist the idea that –
Agent Scully briefly turns around and appears to flick water at Agent Mulder before again turning her back to the camera.
AS: Mulder, shut up. It’s a beautiful movie.
AM: Beautiful, huh?
Agent Mulder stands fully upright and moves to stand directly behind Agent Scully. He appears to wrap his arms around her, effectively blocking her from the view of the camera.
AM: You looking to inject a little color back in your life? I think I can help with that.
AS: Oh that’s terrible. Even for you.
Agent Mulder laughs and crosses to the side of the table again. Agent Scully is once more in view of the camera.
AM: Don’t lie to me, Scully. I know why you love that movie so much. I’ve been replaced.
Agent Scully turns off the water at the sink and turns around, leaning back against it.
AM: You’ve fallen in love with Tobey Maguire.
AS: Jeff Daniels, actually.
Agent Mulder laughs. Agent Scully walks past Agent Mulder but he reaches for her, stopping her progress. She appears to come to him willingly, wrapping her arms around his neck before kissing him. They remain in that spot kissing for approximately 5 minutes.
Agent Mulder pushes Agent Scully back, the two of them switching places. Agent Scully is now leaning against the table. They continue to kiss.
Agent Mulder grasps Agent Scully by her hips and lifts her up onto the table. He [ redacted ] before grabbing a chair and placing it directly in front of Agent Scully. He proceeds to sit in the chair and pull himself forward to sit [ redacted ] her [ redacted ]. He places his hands on her [ redacted ] and pulls her forward to the edge of the table. Agent Scully proceeds to lean back on her elbows.
AS: And what do you think you are doing?
AM: Having dessert. Obviously.
AS: Oh you are so full of –
Agent Scully does not finish her sentence.
Agent Mulder appears to engage in the act of [ redacted ] with Agent Scully. This act proceeds in the same position for approximately 8 minutes.
Agent Mulder adjusts his position by placing his hands on Agent Scully’s [ redacted ] underneath her [ redacted ]. [ redacted ] proceeds for approximately five minutes.
Agent Scully is now lying fully on her back, her face obscured by her arm. Loud, muffled moans can be heard.
Agent Scully removes the remainder of her clothing while Agent Mulder does the same.
Agent Scully climbs off the kitchen table and [ redacted ] chair. There is some fumbling before it appears the agents are engaged in [ redacted ].
Agent Mulder rises and lifts Agent Scully back on the table. Agent Scully proceeds to lie back on the table while Agent Mulder remains standing. [ redacted ] continues.
A chair located behind Agent Mulder is knocked backwards to the ground.
AS: From behind. [redacted], from behind, Mulder.
AM: Mm yes.
Agent Mulder takes a step backwards. Agent Scully crawls down from the table and turns away from Agent Mulder who then proceeds to push her shoulders down over the table, [ redacted ]. [ redacted ] continues.
AM: God, Scully, your [ redacted ] is so [ redacted ].
AM: Are you [ redacted ] for me, Scully?
AS: God, yes.
The force with which their activity commences begins to push the table to camera right.
AM: What do you need, Scully?
AS: [ unintelligible ]
AM: Tell me.
AS: [ unintelligible ]
Agent mulder [ redacted ] Agent Scully on the [ redacted ].
AS: [ redacted ]. Please. [ redacted ].
AM: That’s right
The table continues to be pushed camera right. Another chair is knocked to the ground.
Due to the movement of the table, Agent Scully’s face is no longer visible on camera.
There is now near continuous moaning heard from both individuals.
Agent Mulder lifts Agent Scully’s right leg up onto the table. [ redacted ] continues.
*Please note, certain sections were redacted by Assistant Director Walter Skinner.
He didn’t know it back then. He didn’t care about it. Ignored all his classmates who were passing around lewd magazines and just continued browsing why on earth pluto was no longer a planet. The injustice!
When his classmates at the Garrison asked him if he ever had a girlfriend “Never had one.” “A boyfriend then?” “Nope. None of that either.” “But why?” “I was not aware it was a requirement, Charles.” Others thought he was a snob and a bit snarky after that.
At night he just read books. Sometimes he drew things like spaceships and alien warships. He loved outer space and he was going to be an ace pilot and be the youngest pilot to go on a mission. His roommate gave up inviting him to parties to meet possible mates. “Have fun.” “You too.”
When he wanted to be alone, he snuck up to the rooftop just so he could trace the constellations and get more inspiration for his drawings. He liked the quiet and the natural light the moon gave him to see what he was drawing on his skethpad. “What are you doing in a place like this at this hour, cadet?” Keith looked up to see the one and only Garrison Golden Boy. “I could say the same for you, Sir.” He got back to drawing. Shiro sat beside him and just watched him draw in silence.
It became a thing. Shiro finding Keith on the rooftop, reading or drawing. They usually didn’t even talk, until Shiro broke their usual silence. “How come you’re always up here? Why are you not with your friends? It’s not everyday you get to be in the city and have fun.” Keith shrugged. “Hmm. Not really my type of fun or thing.” “Huh. Interesting.”
They became friends after that. Their feet dangling on the rooftop as Shiro would tell Keith a joke or something that happened to him in class. Keith didn’t draw all the time, he’d have the sketchpad on his lap and just laugh and tell Shiro things too.
Their conversation led to talking about crushes one time, because that topic was always interesting. “Had my first crush back in elementary,” Shiro laughed. “A bit silly to be honest. Then she liked me back and we became a couple.” “Wow. That’s so… young.” Keith chuckled. “How about you? Who was your first crush?” Keith furrowed his eyebrows. “I’ve never had one.” “What?” Shiro asked, a bit scandalized at the revelation. “No way!” “I just haven’t seen anyone that way, I guess. If it happens, then it happens. But to be honest, I don’t think anyone will even like me since I’m not into that or see anyone like that.” Keith forced a fake cough. Shiro was silent for a while and then he smiled. “Keith, do you know the word for that?” “The word for what?” Keith looked confused. “The word for what I think you are,” Shiro smiled fondly. “It’s asexual. Or ace for short. It’s basically someone who doesn’t experience sexual attraction.” Keith blinked. “Oh.” Then he smiled. “I like that. Ace. What a nice word.” “It is. You’re literally an Ace Pilot.” Shiro laughed. “Oh, shut up.” Keith nudged Shiro playfully, causing his skethpad to fall.
The next few months they were on the rooftop, Keith started the talk. “I think I have my first crush now.” “Oh really? Who is it?” Shiro raised an eyebrow, curious. “It’s basically someone you admire, right?” “Yeah.” Keith nodded. “Okay, I’m sure it’s a crush then.” “Keith! Who is it? Oh my god. Don’t kill me this way, man. I must know!” Keith laughed. “Oh, I’m pretty sure you’ll know one day, Shiro.” Shiro sat back, thinking that was probably enough of an answer. “Okay, so you have this crush on someone now. What do you want to do?” “I might want to hold his hand one day. If he’d let me.” Shiro smiled at his friend. “I hope you get to hold that boy’s hand, Keith.”
A few months later, Keith asked Shiro if he could hold his hand.
A/N: This is one of my favorite fics, because it’s been so easy for me to write. Enjoy it, guys!
“This looks nice,” said Steve, grabbing a hideous, vomit-green dress from the rack.
You grimaced. “You hate me.”
He belted out a laugh. “It’s not that bad.”
“It’s a vomit-green, makes me wanna throw up.”
Steve shrugged and put it back before continuing to help you shuffle through the available dresses. Finally, you settled on three options, two that you had chosen and one that Steve had pointed out to you and you had agreed with his pick.
He kept the photograph, along with the letter, neatly pressed within the small book. It sat in his shelf – filed, secure and contained – amidst the various biographies and references, to be kept there until work required its reappearance.
And that, he had decided, was the end of that.
Yet weeks later, while perusing his indices for a case involving tobacco ash, he found his hand reaching for the small bound book instead.
Why he should be reading it when he had more pressing matters to attend to, he couldn’t say. The case was closed. There was no more information to be gleaned from within her letter, or from the photograph itself. The Woman’s face stared at him with condescension, and just a touch of mischief, between the pages of the book. He snapped the book shut and slid it back into its place.
It did not stay there for long. When Watson was out, he found himself reaching for the book and the photograph, absentmindedly at first, then with increasing urgency, and a mild sense of guilt – as if he were engaging in something illicit or sinful – with every encounter.
It was as if the Woman within refused to be contained inside the book and shelved. He should have known, truly, that she was simply too much – too clever, too real, too unsolvable a mystery – to be boxed into a single photograph, a simple footnote.
Every time he opened the book and stared at her face within, studied her handwriting, it seemed to him that she came alive and taunted him. And yet, he could not leave it alone. She would not let him.
The next morning, he packed his luggage. Unwilling to leave the photograph which had so enslaved him, he plucked the item from its home in the shelf, and without thinking about it, he placed it within his watch.
With a hurried goodbye to his landlady, Sherlock Holmes set off to Montenegro.
Harry couldn’t help but snicker at the outraged expression on Draco’s face.
“What in the name of Merlin is going on?” he grumbled as he wiped off the confetti of his shoulder.
“Well,” Harry began, trying hard not to laugh out loud. That would only make Draco angrier. “It seems we walked right into a Muggle parade.”
Draco huffed, grabbing the hem of his shirt to shake off more confetti. Harry’s eyes immediately fell to his exposed stomach, making him gulp. The urge to touch Draco was getting stronger every day now.