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The Lone Hand
Deslea R. Judd
Copyright 2003
RATING: PG. Pretty harmless.
DISCLAIMER: Characters not mine. Interpretation mine.
ARCHIVE: Sure, just keep my name and headers.
SPOILERS/TIMEFRAME: The Beginning missing scene. Implied
spoilers for Within.
CATEGORY/KEYWORDS: Spender/Fowley friendship, Gibson.
SUMMARY: In the early days of their partnership, Jeffrey and
Diana reach an understanding.
DEDICATION: For Maidenjedi, who asked for therapeutic Dianafic.
MORE FIC: http://fiction.deslea.com
FEEDBACK: Love the stuff. deslea@deslea.com.
AWARDS/ELIGIBILITY: Spooky Awards 2003 eligible.
"You want to tell me what happened out there?"
Diana drew back, stifling a gasp. She clutched her towel closer
on reflex, but Jeffrey was facing away from her, looking out the
window at the rising sun. She relaxed a little.
"You'll read it in my report, just like everyone else, Agent
Spender," she said, walking to the bed with studied casualness
and sitting down to put on her underwear. She wouldn't give him
the satisfaction of hurrying. Besides, it would give her time to
regain her composure. She was still on painkillers, and she
wasn't in peak form. "What are you doing in my hotel room?"
"I've been waiting for you. I'd have thought, so soon after
being shot, that you'd be more careful. You didn't even turn on
the light before you got in the shower."
She fastened the clasp of her bra. "I'm decent. You can turn
around." She pulled on her shirt, smoothing her hand
instinctively over her scar. "We were at a nuclear power plant
with documented technical difficulties overnight, Agent Spender.
I just wanted to be safe."
"Jeffrey. And I notice that didn't stop you from taking a four
hour drive after Mulder was apprehended."
"I was restless, Jeffrey," she said, stressing his name a
little. "Gunplay does that to me."
"Well, while you were off being restless, I was questioning
Mulder. He says he was there trying to rescue Gibson Praise. That
he was in a locked room."
"It's possible. I didn't see him. Pass my trousers?" she said,
nodding to the chair beside him.
Jeffrey complied. "Mulder may be many things - deluded among
them - but he isn't a liar. He likes shooting off his mouth too
much. I think Gibson was there. And I think someone took him
away."
Diana made a noncommittal sound and buttoned her trousers. She
rose. "Coffee?"
"Sure." He followed her to the side table. She inspected the
hotel cutlery critically and decided it would pass. "But you see
my problem, Diana," he said, watching her. "You were out there
with him. And you were gone for hours afterwards. If I put this
theory of mine into my report, that makes trouble for us."
"I suppose it does." She handed him his coffee and poured her
own.
He took it and drank a little. "I've done some digging. Agent
Scully admitted a boy fitting Gibson's description to Phoenix
Samaritan Medical Center yesterday. She was performing tests on
him. Tests that weren't medically indicated. There were signs of
prior brain surgery." He shook his head. "They just got back from
Antarctica. Mulder paid for that out of his own funds. Their zeal
worries me, Diana. They're extremists. I don't give a damn about
the X Files, but their presence exposes everyone. They exploit
the victims and they expose the FBI to all kinds of problems."
She considered defending Fox, but decided against it. "You're
worried that they have Gibson - that I handed him over to Scully
while you were with Fox."
"You and Mulder go back a few years. You can't blame me for
wondering."
"I didn't," she insisted. "They don't have him. You have to
trust me, Jeffrey."
Jeffrey frowned. He leaned against the windowsill, looking out.
"I believe you, Diana. You took a bullet for that boy. But I feel
like we're working at cross-purposes here, and that's not how I
want this to pan out."
Diana's tone was conciliatory. She took his arm. "We're more
alike than you think, Jeffrey. I don't want to make waves any
more than you do. I want to get back to basics. Hard cases, by
the book. That's how it was when Fox and I found the X Files, and
that's the way I want it now."
"Is that why you took Gibson away?"
"If I took him," she said deliberately, "it was because he was
at risk from people who wanted to know what was in him. People
within the Bureau. And because we couldn't have kept him safe
ourselves."
"You mean he was at risk from Mulder and Scully."
"You said that, not me." She looked past him, out at the
horizon. "There are a lot of extremists out there, you know."
He frowned a little. "Yes, there are."
"Sometimes it's better to play a lone hand. I think you know
that already."
She felt him watching her. Wondering how much she knew,
probably. "I suppose."
"We can do this, Jeffrey. But we have to trust each other. We
have to watch each other's backs."
Jeffrey nodded. Slow. Thoughtful. He wondered, "Does that mean
I'll have your support when I have Mulder and Scully censured?"
She hesitated. She liked to stay neutral, and Fox had liked that
back when they were together. She'd saved his ass a dozen times.
She was good cop to his bad cop against the Bureau. She hadn't
bargained on being against him.
But Jeffrey was her partner now, and she had to live with that.
She had her loyalties, and Fox was among them, but sometimes you
just had to play a lone hand.
She inclined her head. "Of course." She set her cup down, and
his, and took his hand. "I'm glad we had this talk, Jeffrey."
"So am I, Diana." He shrugged her off and went to the door, and
she wondered if she'd overstepped the mark - she was tactile, but
a lot of people weren't - but he turned, and said awkwardly,
"Look, why don't we make it an easy day today? Go back to bed,
get a later flight out, maybe go down to purchasing when we get
back to the Hoover and pick out the rest of the furniture for the
office. You can pick your desk, we can order our nameplates. That
kind of thing. What do you think?"
That was his version of an olive branch, she supposed. "All
right. I'd like that."
"I'll call the airline." He opened the door. "Sleep well,
Diana."
She followed. "Thanks." Closed it behind him.
She leaned against the door, frowning. Her stomach twinged. She
touched her scar with her fingertips, wincing a little. She'd
thrown in with Gibson the moment she refused to hand him over,
and she'd survived her punishment for a reason. She thought now
that it was so that she could do it again. The school she'd taken
him to was far away, and it would keep him safe. At least for a
while.
"I'm sorry, Fox," she murmured. "But sometimes you have to play
a lone hand."
END