New still from Season 2.
I’ve taken all the love out.
how am I gonna be
an o p t i m i s t about this?
skyeward a/u: in which they are scully and mulder from the x-files
Agent Ward wasn’t one for office gossip, but he had heard of Agent Skye on numerous occasions. Word around the FBI was that she was an exemplary agent who had gotten way too invested in her work. He’d heard one person use the term “nutjob” in their description of her, which was less than encouraging as the director of the FBI had just roped him into overseeing Agent Skye’s operations.
Babysitting the laughingstock of the FBI wasn’t exactly high on Ward’s wishlist, but that was the job. If Director Hand gave an order, you followed it.
Director Hand’s orders led him to an almost deserted section of the FBI building, reserved for old case files and agents nearing retirement. According the the post-it note given to him by Hand’s secretary, her office was wedged between an archive of cold cases and a maintenance closet.
After a moment of hesitation, he knocked.
"Enter at your own risk!" a female voice answered. She sounded younger than he’d been expecting.
The door creaked in protest as he opened it, seemingly as interested in having visitors as the young woman who sat hunched over a desk in the corner. Her attention stayed firmly on her work, even as he entered and shut the door behind him. Agent Skye didn’t look like any FBI agent Ward had ever seen; she was dressed down in dark jeans and a flannel shirt, her hair long, wavy and flowing down her back. If her ID badge hadn’t been pinned to her shirt, there would have been no way to guess her profession.
Her office was cluttered, desk piled high with various files and photos as well as three laptops. The walls were plastered with news clippings and blurry photos of what appeared to be flying saucers which Ward tried very hard to ignore.
"Agent Skye? I’m Agent Grant Ward."
"I know." she replied, not taking her eyes off of the computer screen. "A glowing military career, top of your class at Quantico, an astounding number of successfully closed cases here at the Bureau. Who’d you piss off to get stuck with spying on the conspiracy nut?"
Finally her focus shifted from her laptop to his face. She seemed amused by his appearance, which made him oddly uncomfortable.
"I’m here to help, Agent Skye. I’ve been looking forward to working with you," he said politely.
Skye snorted. “Bullshit. You know, for someone with so much training, Agent Ward, you’re a terrible liar.”
The sarcastic smile slipped off her face then, replaced by a steadfast gaze that was almost frightening in it’s intensity.
"I don’t know what they told you, but I’m not crazy," she said.
And for some reason, even though everything he’d witnessed so far was evidence to the contrary, Ward believed her.