Author: SyndicateGirl
Archive: Yes, definitely! But please keep my headers attached and let me know where it is if you can. Thanks!
Spoilers:
Rating: PG-13
Classification:  Response to fanfic challenge: Krycek wears a convincing costume. Under 500 words.
Summary: Krycek selects the perfect Halloween costume.
Disclaimer: The X-Files characters are Chris Carter's and 1013 Productions', not mine, unfortunately; no infringement is intended. Please don't sue - I'm a writer, and have no money! :D

TITLE: Happy Halloween

Krycek ran his hand along the rich, dark charcoal wool of the suit.  Perfect.

It cost a fortune, and it showed.  

Next up was the unimaginative white dress shirt, with just a hint of a slightly off white pinstripe.  

Krycek nodded appraisingly, moving to the closet.  He held up a few different tie options, casting each one aside when it did not meet his standards.  Finally he came across a red and blue diagonally striped tie, and a smile spread across his face.

“совершенный! Absolutely perfect!”

Marita glanced up from the magazine she was reading, and shook her head.

“Really, Alex. Do you think this is a good idea?”

She sounded as though she was chastising him, but when he looked over at her she had a small grin on her face.  

"Mari Mare," Alex said in a sing song voice, strolling to where she lay stretched out on the bed.  He got up close to her face, “Have I ever been wrong about anything?”

She smirked, “No comment.”

He chuckled, “Bitch.”

Alex kissed her on the top of the head, then turned his attention to the Florsheim penny loafers that lay in their box.

After giving them a quick shine, and placing them on the floor near the hanging suit, Alex snatched the pack of Morleys off of the dresser.  He carefully tucked them into the interior pocket of the suit jacket.

“Trust me, Mare, this will be the best Halloween costume you have ever seen.”

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Through a sea of Batmans, Cleopatras, and other be-costumed party-goers, CSM glared at Krycek over the top of a whiskey sour.  

He watched as Alex drew a Morley out of their pack, brought it to his lips, and made an exaggerated rant about the “inadequacies of the Kennedy Administration.”    

The small circle of laughing party-goers who were watching Krycek irritated CSM even further.  A few of them glanced over in CSM’s direction, and the laughter started anew.  

CSM had grown to hate these Syndicate parties, and the Halloween Masquerade was no exception.  Especially this year.  

And, like every other year, CSM had not bothered with a costume.  

He was dressed, as usual, in a dark grey, wool suit, white Oxford shirt, a red and blue striped tie, and Florsheim shoes.  

He took a Morley out of their pack, brought it to his lips, and took a long draw.  It was going to be a long night.    

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совершенный! - Perfect!

CSM: Nothing vanishes without a trace...burn it!