Author: SyndicateGirl
Archive: Yes, definitely! But please keep my headers attached and let me know where it is if you can. Thanks!
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Rating: R
Classification:  Response to fanfic challenge: A couple has a hotel room next door to another couple who can't know that they're there.
Summary: Marita and Krycek set up surveillance next door to Mulder and Scully.
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: Room Next Door

Alex moved away from the window and stretched out on the bed, flipping on the television absentmindedly.  Nothing but crap on television anymore.  

Reality TV? “These people wouldn’t know reality if it bit them in the ass,” he thought to himself.

When Marita flicked off the light, and strolled out of the bathroom, his focus changed in an instant.  Alex’s eyes shifted from the television to the soft curves of Marita’s hips.  He scanned upwards, past her firm breasts, straight to the jade green of her eyes.  

She was so fucking hot, and he could already feel the stirrings of arousal.  

She had pulled on her surprisingly casual nighttime attire - a faded t-shirt, and a pair of very short shorts, and was moving towards a stack of paperwork on the dresser.  He watched her as she started to read it, hoping to see the delicate frown that tilted her eyebrows whenever she read.  

It was as though Marita was completely oblivious to his presence when she worked.  

Alex liked it that way.  He liked that she didn’t try to impress him.  

She didn’t have to try.  He wondered if she knew that.  

“So,” Marita’s voice drifted in over his thoughts, “Any activity?”  

He smirked, pointing downward at his crotch, “You tell me.”

She glanced at him, and shook her head, holding back an amused grin “You’re so crude, Krycek.”

He chuckled, hopping off of the bed, “You know you like me that way,” he reached around her, and held her by the waist.

“And, yes,” he breathed into her hair, “They got back from dinner about 20 minutes ago, and they are going over a mountain of files.”

Marita closed her eyes for a brief second, secretly enjoying his clean scent, and the feel of his breath against her neck.  They had been going on like this for years, and some nights it drove her to the brink of madness.

She bit her bottom lip, and drew in a deep breath as he let go of her and strolled over to the mini-bar.  He pulled out an iced bottle of premium vodka.  It was the least the Syndicate could do after sending them to this God awful desert in the middle of July.  

He held up the small bottle with a shake, and Marita looked up from the paperwork, nodding, “Please.”

He poured 2 glassfuls, and walked back over to where Marita sat at the table.  Official FBI files and translations scattered everywhere, pilfered not hours ago from the room next door.  

“And the cameras are in place?” she asked, not even looking up from her papers.  

“Mare, please, you insult me. Of course they are. The cameras have been in there for hours now.  Microfilm and audio tape swapped.  Files switched.”

A few minutes of silence passed as she read, and Alex watched the flickering monitor on the other end of the table.

Scully would read, get up for a drink.  Mulder would stare at her ass.  Scully would look longingly at him when she was sure that he wouldn’t notice.  It was making Krycek sick.

“You know,” he said suddenly, “I don’t know why they don’t just fuck and get it over with. It’s obvious that there’s something between them. They should just act on it already. It’s been years…”

Marita looked up.  His moss green eyes were staring into her.  Like a wolf watching its prey.  

Marita opened her mouth, not quite sure what to say, “Maybe she is concerned that it would complicate things, and change their relationship in a negative way.”

“Maybe she’s over-thinking it,” he snapped.

Marita arched an eyebrow, and turned her attention back to her work.

“Maybe he loves her,” Krycek blurted out, looking away from Marita.

Marita’s eyes snapped up, and she stared at her partner for a long while as he looked at nothing in particular out the window.

Finally, minutes later, “Well, maybe she loves him too much to risk it.”

Alex shook his head, “Maybe she needs to learn to loosen up and let her body make the decisions for once in her life.”  

Mulder looked up from the set of file photos again, an amused look on his face.  

The alternating thumping noises, moans, and squealing had been going on for nearly an hour now, and it was making work difficult.

“Well, at least someone is getting somewhere tonight” he laughed.

Scully looked mildly embarrassed, and avoided eye contact, “Mulder, this may be hopeless, I can’t make heads nor tails of any of this.  Half of it isn’t even in English, it’s all Cyrillic.”

Another loud squeal rang out through the wall, followed by a man’s gruff laughter.

Mulder shook his head, taking another swig from his bottle of beer, “Trust me on this, Scully, I think we’re close.  I got intel from my contact at the UN a few days ago, and all of the files and maps here in front of us point right at the mining facility.”

Mulder held up the microfilm, “It’s all here. We finally have all the evidence we need to prove the truth.”    

Another soft, feminine moan echoed through the wall.

For a brief moment Mulder could have sworn that he recognized the voice, but he shook his head, and turned his attention back to the files that lay before him.  

If only he knew how close the truth truly was. 

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