Darien looked up as the door opened. Mulder stepped inside quietly, casting a glance at Maggie, asleep in bed.

"Hey. Did you get them?"

He shook his head. "No. The house was empty by the time we got there."

"Damn it. How do we know they're not going to come after her again?" Darien touched her hand, gently stroking the back of her hand.

"Chances are, they won't. Not once you get back to San Diego. I think the agency you work for, and not for a minute do I believe you work for Fish and Game, is powerful enough to protect all of you from the Syndicate."

Darien grinned. "All right. Listen, would you sit with her? I'm gonna go try and catch some shuteye in the lounge."

"Sure. Go ahead."

"Thanks man." Darien gave up his chair to Mulder and crept out of the room.

"Thanks for everything, Mulder." Maggie and Mulder were standing a little away from the rest of the group as they waited to board the plane.

"I just wish we had gotten Krycek."

"You couldn't have expected them to still be in the house after I escaped though."

"No. Still,"

"I know. Oh here." She fished around in her messenger bag and found a scrap of paper and pen. "My address and stuff." She scribbled quickly and handed it to him.

"We should keep in touch. If we're ever out in San Diego, I could come for a visit." He wrote his own address on a page in his notebook and handed it to her.

Maggie tucked it into her jacket pocket just as they announced the boarding call for their flight. "Well, I gotta go."

"Yeah." He looked at the gate, where Claire, Hobbes and Darien were waiting. "Have a good flight, Rabbit."

She laughed. "I hate flying."

"Sleep through it. That what I do." He told her.

"I'll try it." She leaned in and hugged him. "Thanks again." She told him and started to walk away. He grabbed her arm and pulled her back, kissing her hard. When he released her, she smiled sadly and laid her hand on his cheek.

"It's not me, Mulder." She said softly before limping over to the group waiting impatiently for her. She turned and waved as they headed into the tunnel.

"I know, Maggie." He whispered and waved back. Scully walked toward him and he put his arm around her shoulders. "Hey Scully, want to get some dinner?"

"Sure Mulder."

The Official sprung for first class seats on the way home so Maggie would be comfortable. The smiling flight attendant offered to put Maggie's crutches away for her and she gave them to her before settling into her seat next to Darien, who was staring intently out the window.

"Hey See Through Boy." She said good-naturedly. He grunted softly, not turning to look at her. "Okay. I'm getting the silent treatment because why?"

"I'm sure if you ask nice, the Official would transfer you to an agency out here." He sounded hurt, like a little boy who's puppy had died. He turned around and his eyes looked like it too.

"Oh, Darien, no. It's not like that."

"Sure looked like that from where I was standing."

"Its not me, Darien. Mulder loves Scully. Isn't it obvious? I just happen to look like her. That's all." She tried to explain but it sounded weak even to her ears. "Where am I sitting right now?"

"On a plane." He said carefully, like it was a trick question.

"No silly, who am I sitting next to?"

"Me."

"Right. And if I wanted to be with Mulder, do you think I would be sitting here next to you?"

"I don't know."

"Yes you do." She sighed exasperatedly. "Mulder and I are friends. We're running buddies. That's all." She reached out and traced his jawbone with her finger. "Want me to prove it to you?"

"What?"

She giggled and leaned in, kissing him so softly, it was really more of a feather brush of lips than a real kiss. "You are the only man in my life Darien Fawkes. The only man I love."

He nodded, his hand snaking up into her hair. "So Mulder's got a thing for red heads too, huh?"

She shook her head. "No, just one red head."

"Good. Cause I kinda like San Diego. I wouldn't want to have to follow you out here. Too much winter." He kissed her again.

"I'm not going anywhere."