The story setting is based on that of the story "Keyhole" by Amanda Jeanne Le Bas De Plumetot, used with her kind permission. Thank you very much Amanda. The X-Files and the characters of Mulder and Scully are the property of Chris Carter, Ten Thirteen productions and Fox broadcasting and are used without permission. Read "Keyhole" first for any of this to make sense. Comments welcome Shade of Voyeurism by S E M Mulder arrived home from his morning jog, hot and sweaty with muscles stiff and sore. What he needed was to lean against the wall of his shower with hot water cascading down his neck and back for a few hours and he would be ready to face the day. As he undressed and headed for the bathroom, he thought what he could *really* use, was a full body massage from a naked Swedish bikini team covered in baby oil. Oh yeah that would hit the spot. But he would settle for the shower for now. He lit his customary candle and got the waterproof holster he'd had made and stepped into the bathroom, leaving the door slightly ajar so he could see if anyone was coming down the hall; with Scully having been attacked twice at her home and the couples newfound popularity with the smoking lobby, one could never be to careful. He reached into the shower and turned on the water, waiting for it to heat up. Soon, billows of steam were pouring forth from the shower stall and he stepped into the cascade of water carefully placing his holstered gun on a soapdish out of harm and water's way. The heat and the water felt sooooooooo good. He closed his eyes and leaned wearily against the wall as the water eased the soreness and tension from his body. He was on the verge of drifting off to sleep when there was a noise from the living room. He was instantly awake and alert and his hand was around the holster. He stepped quietly out of the shower, leaving it running to mask any sound he might make, and crept to the bathroom door. He peaked down the hall to see it was Scully. Blast, was it time for work already? And he hadn't even really started to clean himself up from his morning run. He breathed a brief sigh of relief and stepped back into the shower, work could wait for a few more minutes. He grabbed a bar of soap and started to hurry through getting clean. Then he saw it. A shadow between the door jamb and door. Scully? The prim and proper Catholic girl who was always giving him three different kinds of grief about his preferred reading and viewing materials, a voyeur? This was too much. A big smile broke out across his face at the thought. It seemed like such a shame to ruin this golden opportunity to introduce her into the world of the appreciation of human anatomy. Soapy erect human anatomy. It was time for a show. Once finished, Mulder grinned evilly to himself as he watched the shadow disappear from it's hiding place; he was positive that shortly before he had expended himself, he had heard a short squeak and gasp. There were levels to Scully that he had never dared hope possible. But what could he do with the knowledge? And better yet, could he get a video camera and find someplace to hide it so that it could tape the hallway without being seen and then arrange to take another long shower tomorrow? He contemplated this as he dried off. Visions of the fortune he could make from the bidding wars between Frohike and Scully danced through his head. He knew he shouldn't be thinking this as Scully was his partner and his friend, but on the other hand, he only had a theory of what had happened on the other side of the door and if there was one thing that he had learned during his time working with her, theories weren't enough, one needed proof. He groaned, it was awfully tempting. To actually see his delicate and lovely partner doing something that he dreamed about on a daily basis while he pretended to be doing paperwork.... the thought of it aroused him again. 'This is Scully,' said the rational part of his mind. 'She has saved your life on more than one occasion. She laughs at your jokes, she actually listens to all your wild theories and she doesn't let anyone call you Fox.' 'Yeah, well.... she's really, reeeeeally cute. Have you seen the way she fills out her dress-suits?' replied his libido. 'I can't believe I'm hearing this... time and again Scully has come to your aid and defense and all you can think about is how she fills out her clothes. Some partner you are. How would you like it if she filmed you in the shower?' 'Would she be in the scene or just the camera operator? More importantly, would she be wearing her red dress and the heels. God she looks good in heels.' 'I give up, your hopeless. Go ahead and ruin the one good relationship you have.' huffed the rational part of his mind. 'Just don't come crying to me when you have no-one and nothing left.' 'Party pooper.' replied his libido, deflated. Mulder walked out of the bathroom and down the hall with a towel wrapped around his waist and another being rubbed vigorously against his head. He looked up and faked surprise when he saw Scully in the kitchen making a cup of tea, the picture of composure. "Geez! Is it seven already?" "Try more like seven twenty." replied Scully taking a sip of her tea, hoping it would help cool her off. Mulder looked alarmed. "What?!!" He grabbed a suit out of the closet and rushed back to the bathroom to get dressed. He called from the bathroom, "Why didn't you say something when you got here?" Scully just about choked on her tea, glad that he couldn't see how red her face had suddenly turned. "Just admiring the view." she mumbled from the window. "What?" he asked walking back into the living room and struggling with his tie. She motioned out the window. "Just admiring the view.... it's a beautiful day." she said with a whistful smile.