Extra Virgin

“So, what have we got?” Skinner surveyed the sum contents of their pockets. “One pair of handcuffs.” Skinner gazed quizzically at Mulder. “You always take these home on a Friday night? Or did you have a hot date planned?”

Mulder flushed and picked up the bottle of extra virgin olive oil.

“This?” He asked.

“Vacation gift from Kim.” Skinner shrugged.

“Well that’s it.” Mulder sighed.

“What the hell can we do stuck in an elevator during a power blackout with only a pair of handcuffs and some olive oil?”

Their eyes met.

“Oh, I don’t know…” Skinner murmured. 

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