Date: Sat, 1 Jan 2000 19:20:08 +0900 From: Cousin Raven Subject: XOVER: Knightly Investigations (1/2) To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU XOVER: Knightly Investigations A FK/X-files crossover. Disclaimer: X-Files: X-files is not mine, it was created by Chris Carter and belongs to Twentieth Television in association with Fox Broadcasting Co. No copyright infringement is intended. Forever Knight: All characters herein were borrowed, abused, and put back. Characters are owned and copyrighted by Sony Pictures/Tristar Corp and were created by James Parriott and Barney Cohen. I'm just borrowing them for awhile, I promise to put them back in relatively good condition. No copyright infringement is intended. Any similarity to any real persons, living, dead or undead, or any other fan fiction, is purely coincidental. Also, nothing in this story is intended to offend anyone. If I screw something up, please let me know. Permission to archive by Mel on fkfanfic given. All my FK fan fiction archived at http://www.naturesong.com/raven/myfkfan.htm (I actually finished this story...whew, I started it *last* January. It's not serious, just a bit of humor perhaps. Hope you like it...) Knightly Investigations By Cousin Raven (raven@naturesong.com) Timeframe: After "Close Call", before "Black Buddha" =========================== January 15, 1996 7:04 a.m. FBI Headquarters Washington Mulder grabbed Scully's arm as she walked into the dark office. "C'mere, you gotta see this..." She let out an exasperated sigh. He sat her down in a chair, and proceeded to pull the movie screen down. He walked over and set up the slide projector. "Look at this Scully..." An image of a police officer with blond hair was put on the screen. "Nice." Scully said. "And young..." Mulder finished. "This first one was taken about 3 years ago, and here's another one taken about 2 months ago..." This time, the man was beside another man who was balding and looked about 35 to 40. Beneath the photo the caption "Partners of the Month" was plainly visible. "Okay, so he's a good cop. Anything else." Scully sighed. She was used to Mulder dragging her on wild goose chases, and she had a feeling there was another one in the near future. Mulder put up another slide, this one black and white. It was of a cop, in uniform. It was an older style of dress, but the man was the same. The exact same. "Okay, I'll bite. When was this taken?" Scully knew it was going to be a long night already. "1964 in Chicago. The others were in Toronto, we've got a flight at 10:00." -------- January 15, 1996 6:05 p.m. Toronto Airport Mulder signed a slip that would give him a rental car. Scully was trying to get a candy bar from the vending machine. "Damn machine, give me my quarter." She hit the machine in frustration. "Please, allow me..." She saw a distinguished man dressed all in black. His hair was almost white, and he had an air of authority about him. He tapped the machine lightly on the side. The sound of a coin tinkling was plainly heard, and the quarter practically jumped from the machine. She reached down and picked it up. "Thank you...Mr. ?" "LaCroix, Lucien LaCroix, and I am pleased to meet you." He reached down and kissed her hand. She blushed. "Hey, Scully!" She looked over toward the waving Mulder, and when she looked back the man was gone. Well, that's odd, she thought. ------- 7:20 p.m. Toronto Police Department Mulder was explaining to Captain Cohen just why they needed to investigate Detective Knight..."Look, we know he's a good cop, but there's some things that just don't make sense, and we're looking into them..." Captain Cohen shook her head. "I just can't let you into his file, you're gonna have to talk to him yourself." The captain went to the door, opened it, and yelled "KNIGHT! My office, now!" Then she closed the door. Mulder looked as Scully whimsically. "Nice intercom you've got there..." The captain just glared at him. The door opened. "Yeah, captain?" It gave Scully a chill just to see him in person. She blushed, and looked down in her lap. "These two FBIs want to talk to you, they think you've got something weird going on. They want to see your file, but I told them it's sealed. Now, it's your problem, Knight." Nick looked tentatively at the FBIs. He closed the door. "Is there something I can help you with?" Scully looked at Mulder with murder in her eyes, but he didn't see her, instead he sized the detective up. "We were hoping you could clear a few things up...we've got some photos that look to be your long lost relative, and we were wondering if you could identify who the person was." He produced a printout of the 1964 Chicago cop picture. Knight looked at it and entered the "Nick zone." ***Flashback 1964-Nick's first day on the Chicago police force.*** Chicago Partner: The most important weapon we have on the streets, young man... [points towards his eyes] ...are these. Our eyes. First line of defense. Every car that passes you by on the beat is a story. Its driver is a story within a story. Every pedestrian has a secret. Now, the trick is to know when the stories and the secrets could give you a problem. So let's get to the job at hand and, uh...see what we can see. ***End Flashback*** "Detective Knight?" Mulder nudged. Nick blinks and looks at Mulder. "I'm sorry, it just looks like a dead relative of mine, that's all." Scully spoke up, "I'd say he's a dead ringer for you." Nick looked at her. She blushed and looked away. Nick smiled, "I'm sorry, I can't help you." He started to walk away with the picture. "Uh," Mulder stopped Nick. "My picture." Nick looked at the picture in his hand, "Oh, of course." He handed the picture back to Mulder and left the office. Mulder looked at Scully. "That was weird." *** When Nick got back to his desk, Schanke looked at him inquiringly. "What's up, partner?" "Nothing much, hey, I've got a few things I have to do, could you cover for me for an hour?" "Sure thing," he mumbled. "Shall I tell Dr. Lambert you're out?" "No, I've just got something I have to take care of, I'll be back soon." Then he all but flew out of the bullpen. Schanke noted the American FBI agents coming out of Captain Cohen's office, and wondered what was up. Maybe somebody higher up had finally figured out Nick was a vampire. He chuckled to himself. Anybody who tried to question Nick usually got an earful and a dazed expression. He knew by experience. "Detective Schanke?" One of the FBI agents stood over his desk, holding out his FBI badge. "I'm Agent Mulder, this is Agent Scully." He gestured toward a well-dressed and good looking woman. "Can we speak with you?" Schanke smiled. So, he was right. "Sure, talk away." Mulder frowned. "Perhaps somewhere more private." *** A few minutes later, they sat in an interrogation room, with Schanke in the hot seat. He appeared perfectly at ease, but inside his gut was churning. He'd have to be quick to get the right answers, the ones that would make the agents give up eventually, and go away. He owed it to his partner. As Mulder reviewed some paperwork, Schanke thought about all the times Nick had saved his life. All the things that had happened between them. He stared into space. "Detective?" Schanke shook himself out of it and looked at Mulder. "Yes?" "Let's begin." He switched a tape recorder to the on position. "Agent Fox Mulder, questioning Detective Donald Schanke, Toronto Police Detective, Case X-1228. When did you first get partnered with Detective Knight?" "About a year and a half ago. We were working on a serial killer. Drained the victims of their blood with some kind of pump, we got him eventually though." "And did he go to jail?" "Uh, no, he got dead," Schanke muttered. "What happened?" "The perp broke into Nick's loft and started a fire. The smoke killed him. It was pretty gruesome." Mulder leaned over, quite interested. "Was there a body?" Schanke snorted, "Of course, it was all burned up, gave Dr. Lambert the willies for weeks." Mulder leaned back and sat down. Agent Scully stepped foreword. "Who's Dr. Lambert?" Schanke's next thought was 'uh-oh' but he kept it to himself. He knew Nat knew about Nick, that much was obvious, and he just hoped she knew to keep her mouth shut as well. "She's the Coroner here. We work with her a lot on our homicide cases." Mulder nodded, "And is she friends with Detective Knight?" Schanke smiled. "Oh, sure, we're all friends here. Nick's a good man." Mulder pushed more, "Are they involved?" Schanke fixed Mulder with a blank stare. "As in, you mean, together? I don't know. Nick's a real private man." Scully nodded, "I'll bet. How about family, does he have any family?" Schanke raised his eyebrows slightly. "He never talks about them if he does. I think so." Mulder: "And where are they?" Schanke spoke before he could stop himself, "Right here in Toronto." Way to go, Don, perhaps you'd just like to tell them about the blood in the refrigerator too. He licked his lips. This wasn't as easy as he'd thought. "What are their names?" Mulder picked up his pen to write them down. "I don't know, I told you he never talks about it. I just suspect." Mulder put his pen down. "Alright, Detective Schanke, do you know where he spends his time? Do you know who he spends it with?" There it was, the dreaded question. How much to tell. If he told them about the Raven, that might endanger more than just Nick, and they wouldn't stand for being endangered, of that he was certain. They would kill first, and he knew that wouldn't be good. "Um, he's a private man. Why don't you ask him?" "We will, we were just hoping that you could shed some light first," Scully remarked. They would find out about it, that much was certain. "He likes this club called the "Raven". I've been there once or twice, I didn't see the attraction." Mulder scribbled this down, "Anything else you'd like to tell us, Detective Schanke?" Schanke thought really hard about this. They were giving him a chance to come clean, to tell the whole truth to someone. He'd not even told Myra everything. No, they were giving him a chance to turn his partner in for something that couldn't be helped. No way. "Nope." "You can go then," Mulder said, and switched the tape recorder off. Schanke couldn't resist one final word as he stepped outside the room. "Mulder?" Mulder looked up from his notes. "Be careful at the Raven. It's a jungle in there." He looked at Scully. "Hasta-la-bye-bye," and then he closed the door behind him. Scully looked at Mulder. "Strange man." Mulder raised his eyebrows. "Not as strange as Detective Knight, I'm willing to bet." Scully smiled. "Oh, no, last time I bet against you on something like this, you won twenty dollars. You're not getting that out of me again." End Part 1 ------------ XOver: Knightly Investigations (2/2) By Cousin Raven (raven@naturesong.com) http://www.naturesong.com/raven Start Part 2 Nick practically flew into the Raven. All was normal. The patrons were all dancing to a remix of "Touch the Night", rather jazzed up. He liked it. Janette was sitting at the bar, quietly sipping her drink. As Nick approached she turned and regarded him. "Looks like you have yet another problem. Nicholah, why don't you give up this mortal farce, it's doing bad things to you." "Janette, I need your help. Some Americans from the FBI are investigating me, they've got a picture from Chicago..." "I told you not to get the picture taken, Nicholah." "No time for reprimands. They'll be coming here. You need to protect my secret Janette." She smiled. "But of course. You may think you belong to the mortals, but you do not, and we are loyal to our own." "What about the pictures?" She hesitated. "You know what will happen if the enforcers find out they exist." "But they're just mortal pictures." "Mortal pictures, with a fifty year difference. People will notice, Nicholah. Best to take care of them the old fashioned way," she smiled. "No, I won't let you." "I did not mean me, Nicholah." "If something happens to them, the FBI will send more. It won't stop them. I'm just here to prepare you..." "Yes, yes, Nicholah, your secret is safe, now go play with your mortals." "Thanks Janette," he said and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek just as he left. "Poor Nicholah, still does not know when to quit," she sighed. *** Nick stopped back into the bullpen and ran his hand self-consciously through his windblown hair. Flying just didn't agree with keeping a good hair style. Schanke sat at his desk and saw Nick arrive. Schanke fixed his attention solely on Nick as he approached his desk. "They're asking questions, Nick," Schanke said carefully. Nick eyed him speculatively fighting the urge to hypnotize him to tell him what he told Scully and Mulder. Instead, he waited a minute and Schanke said very softly, "I think they're on to ya, partner." He tapped the eraser end of his pencil to his own canine teeth. Nick looked at Schanke with something akin to horror. He remembered. Even after that conversation with LaCroix, Schanke remembered what had happened. "But ya know..." Schanke continued in his muted tones, "I'm your partner." He shook the pencil at Nick. "Hey, you've saved my life more than once. As far as I'm concerned, you're just a great guy with a few eccentricies. But them, they're out for blood, if you'll pardon the expression." Nick winced at Schanke's choice of words. Mulder and Scully came out of the interrogation room, folders and notepads in hand. Cohen headed them off as they approached Nick's desk. "And I hope you two are through with your investigation? You've been talking to every detective here and I can't keep the rumors down. Perhaps you'd like to finish your business and leave at your earliest possible convenience." Scully looked at Mulder with a 'I told you so' look. He just looked at Cohen. "Ma'am, I assure you we have only one more officer to question." She fixed him in a stare and said: "Good," and walked off toward her office. Nick let out the breath he'd been holding and caught Schanke's stare. Schanke sighed and picked up his paper. He got up and tapped Nick on the shoulder with the paper. "Good luck, partner, I'm gonna get a donut..." he paused for a moment, then, "Want one?" The thought seemed perfect. "Yeah, Schanke." He paused as he tried to remember what flavors those things came in. "How 'bout a glazed?" A sparkle lit Schanke's eye. "Sure, partner." He winked in Nick's direction and trotted out the door, coat and newspaper in hand. Scully sat in Schanke's chair and Mulder on Schanke's desk. Scully started first, "Detective Knight, we understand you're very good at your job...some say almost too good." Nick just smiled at her. "What are you getting at, Agent Scully?" Scully looked away from the blond framed face, and Mulder leaned over and whispered quietly. "We're thinking maybe you have an 'edge' Detective. Maybe something you don't want anyone to know about." Nick fixed his gaze on Mulder's, his heart beat steady in his ears. "Even if I do have an 'edge', what's it to you? Superman had an edge." Mulder's mind reeled from the mental assault, but he didn't turn away, instead he smiled. "You know," he said almost sarcastically, "You're right." He stood up and turned to Scully, "C'mon Scully. We've got work to do." Surprised, Scully got up. Schanke came in then, donut bag in hand. He opened it quickly and passed Nick the glazed donut. A smile lit Mulder's face, but it slowly turned to extreme confusion as Nick gobbled it up like he hadn't eaten in years. He was still cleaning crumbs off him when Mulder walked out with a dumbfounded expression on his face. At his desk, Nick sighed. Schanke looked at him and raised his eyebrows. Nick watched as both agents left the building, then picked up the wastebasket under his desk. Schanke averted his eyes just in time, luckily, it was quiet. Nick cleaned his mouth carefully, then looked at Schanke. "You okay?" Schanke asked. Weakly, Nick nodded. He looked like he was about to go for round 2. With a sigh, Schanke picked up the phone and punched in a number. "Yeah, Nat? I got a problem here...Nick's not feeling too well...aw, I knew you could fix him right up...thanks, doc." Schanke hung up the phone. "Better?" he asked. Nick nodded. "I will be," then, under his breath very low, but enough for Schanke to catch it, "'course, I never ate a whole donut before..." "A true pity." Schanke replied. "Wow, you never had a donut?" he whispered back. "You must be really old." "Older than you imagine..." ---------------------- The rental car pulled up to the Raven and the two agents stepped out. Scully: "Mulder, I don't think I'm dressed for this." She was dressed in a conservative green pantsuit. "You'll be fine..." Mulder said and they approached the door. They found their way blocked by the rather large bulk of a man. Mulder flashed his badge, "FBI, we're investigating a case." The man was unmoved. "You don't have jurisdiction here. Leave it to the crown." Scully jumped in with, "And you are...?" "I'm Tommy, I'm the bouncer, and I attended five years of law school. You don't have jurisdiction here, leave." The voice was gruff and hard. A face appeared behind Tommy, a lovely face framed in dark circlets of hair. Janette smiled. "Ah, there you are. They said you'd be coming. I'm sorry, but I can't let you in here...I have to protect my customer's privacy." Mulder smiled. "I bet you do." Janette glared back at him, then she sweetened. "What do you want to know, maybe I can answer you here." "Do you know a Nick Knight?" Scully said. Janette regarded the woman in green. She was in love with her partner, that much was certain, but Janette decided she'd stay within the confines of the conversation. "He comes here sometimes." "Are you intimate with him?" Mulder said. "Sometimes." "How long have you been in this relationship?" Mulder forced. Janette smiled evilly. "Who keeps track of these things?" She turned her attention to Tommy. "Now, Tommy, make sure these two don't get in..." she kissed him on the cheek and went back into the darkness of the club. Scully looked at Mulder, "That was weird." They walked away and started to get in the car, when Mulder decided he *had* to get into the Raven. He took off into the side alley and found the back door. It was locked with a padlock, so he took out a pocketknife and started to pry it off. Scully reached him then and sighed. "Mulder, what are you doing?" The lock gave then, and Mulder joyfully swung open the door. "Finding out the truth, Scully." As he was about to walk through the door, he noticed someone was standing right there in front of him. A man with short white hair, dressed in all black. LaCroix glared at Mulder. "Can I help you?" Recognizing him, Scully said, "No thanks, just leaving!" and with a practiced air, she hooked her arm around Mulder's and pulled him down the alley and back to the car. Sounds of "But, Scully..." echoed down the alley and LaCroix smiled evilly. -------------- January 16, 1996 Scully sits in her office and talks into her case recorder: "Case X-1228, Detective Nicholas Knight of the Toronto Police Department. After a complete investigation, nothing unusual was noted. Case 1228 is hereby closed." ==================================== Feedback *insanely* appreciated!! Raven (raven@naturesong.com) Nick! LaCroix! Janette! There, I *am* on topic. http://www.naturesong.com