Thats not a f**king deer (All Team Members)

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0200 Hours
Quantico, VA
FBI Basement

Scully looked out the window, head pressed against the glass. She hadn't gone home yet. Mulder had left ages ago, and so had Dogget. She wasn't sleeping well these days so she saw no real point in going home yet, not when there was still paperwork to do. Lost in thought, she didn't see her cell phone buzz. But she heard it as it clanged noisily against the glass pen holder on her desk. She startled, and then sighed. She crossed to her desk and picked up the phone. It was a text. She was needed to assist a task-force team on a case. That meant that there was something-Mulder-y-afoot. She made a face-she didn't believe in this nonsense but she was already in far too deeply. She picked up the still-hot mug of tea she had made herself earlier, and found a notepad and pen. She grabbed her purse on the way upstairs. They were meeting at the Behavioral Analysis Units' breakroom. Fantastic. Shrinks. JUST what she needed.

She stepped off the elevator just as a group stepped off the other one. She assumed that most of them were BAU-a couple of faces she recognized, but most she didn't. She just smiled and followed the cacophony into a bullpen, and down a hallway. A moment later, another redhead stopped her and handed her a file.

SFA Scully, your briefing file. I am SFA Maccafferty. The woman spoke with a decidedly Irish accent. Scully nodded.

Thank you. She took a seat near De'Sallis after smoothing her blazer. The black suit was her hallmark look-a stark contrast to the other woman, who definitely didn't dress like she belonged in these halls.

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