"Okay. If that's the way you want to play it."
Officer Jayne Herrick pressed her lips together in disgust. She wheeled an office chair under her and sat down.
"No! No! No!" Dana yelled.
She pulled against the officer's grip but Herrick's strength was no match for Dana's weak condition. Herrick effortlessly pushed Dana over her knee, flipped up the hem of her frilly dress and spanked her. The smacking sound reverberated through the squad room and a few uniformed and plain clothes officers stopped and smiled at the spectacle. Jayne Herrick did not recognized the petite red headed FBI agent as she landed swat after swat on her bare bottom. Despite her costume the girl seemed young. Herrick looked down at the pale underdeveloped girl as she squirmed and kicked her legs. She knew teens shaved but her unobstructed view of Dana's smooth tiny lips substantiated her prepubescent theory. She was a hellion and this service was probably long overdue.
Whack! Whack! Whack!
Herrick alternated her steady rhythm on each cheek and Dana's pigtails flipped and bobbed. She struggled but Herrick had taken Dana's wrist in her left hand and turned it upward onto Dana's back. She used it to pin the little brat into place as her meaty right hand continued to heat Dana's tiny globes.
"If you're going to act like a brat then I'm going to treat you like one."
Whack! Whack ! Whack!
Dana twisted over Herrick's lap and hurled expletives at Officer Herrick. Angered Herrick's pace increased as her voluptuous breasts danced over the fire of Dana's rear.
Whack! Whack! Whack!
Through her tears she saw the squad room. The officers were just staring at her. Why was no one helping her? She was being spanked in a room full of adults and no one cared. It seemed perfectly natural. How was that possible? She writhed over Herrick's strong legs. She was pinned and her actions proved futile. Her mind cascaded into the swirling fog. She remembered being strong. Had she really shrunk? Had she really gotten younger? Had she really regressed? The collective momentum of the evening's events descended full force on Dana.
"Oooooowwwwwww! Okay! Okay! I'll be good! I'll be good! I'm sorry. I'll be a good little girl! She bawled.
The spanking ceased and Officer Herrick stood Dana on her feet. Dana's hands immediately found her bottom and rubbed. Tears rolled down her puffy red face as she inhaled and exhaled sharply. No words were spoken. The magnitude of the moment demanded a silent reverence. Officer Herrick summoned the pigtailed girl back into the interrogation room. Her only reaction to the diaper in Herrick's hand was a sniffle. Dana did not resist. Herrick gently pulled the diaper up between Dana's legs and taped it shut. The ritual was complete.
"This will have to do until you get home."
The word "home" connected with Dana and she nodded.
"Now be good for a little while and I'll see if I can't find you some juice."
Officer Herrick locked the door and started toward her desk. Her reaction had been justified but hoped her fellow officers would corroborate. Her report would be creative. At the end of the hallway in the sparsely furnished room an unseen hand pressed Dana down into the corner. She hugged her knees and uncontrollably released a small stream into her diaper. She cried. Special Agent Dana Scully of the Federal Bureau of Investigation had vanished. In her place was simply Dana Katherine Scully, a frightened confused girl.
A week later Scully sat in her usual place opposite Mulder. Their ban from the X-files had been lifted.
"It's not funny Mulder." She admonished.
"I'm not laughing. I'm just having a hard time imagining you in pigtails." He answered.
Scully turned her head and frowned. Mulder lifted his outstretched legs from the top of his desk. He rose and shuffled through the stacks of files that littered the room.
"No seriously. Have you ever heard of Igor Smirnov? He's often referred to as the father of psychotropic weapons. At the age of twenty-eight he became the head of a laboratory in the Soviet Union's first medical institute. He was attempting to create human geniuses, tapping into the hidden reserves of the human psyche."
"No, hear me out. Smirnov died in 1990 but his first top secret experiment was in 1984. Guess what it was?
Scully silently dropped her chin down and starred at him.
"Mind control." He raised his eyebrows.
"Mulder, mind control is...psuedo science. It doesn't exist. The idea of controlling someone to perform an act against their will. It can't be done."
"Well how do you explain those women or your behavior?"
"I had them run a tox screen before I left Portland. It came back showing high traces of Ketamine."
"Ketamine? That's a veterinary drug."
"Yes, it's used as general anesthetic for animals but in higher doses it can produce an out of body effect or near death experience. It can also cause delirium, amnesia, depression and even hallucinations. It's often referred to as the date-rape drug. We were only able to obtain one other sample from one of the other women."
"The one who committed suicide." He interjected.
"Yes, but the levels were so low it's hard to imagine that their reaction was anything close to mine. Obviously these women were drugged and perhaps even subjected to some sort of mental torture. But I don't see what a Russian scientist has to do with any of this."
"Then why did you see his signature in those files? Listen to this, this is from an interview with Smirnov in 1985.
"There exists an entire array of possible methods. Majority of them are psychochemical. Electroshock can also have the same effect on a person. However, nothing works better than the so-called semantic influence, when a person is given certain orders that he then executes without hesitation. Personally, I wouldn't want to go into details on such matters. As a result of such "outside influence", a person's "self" gets totally blocked. Instead, another "self" is being created. That second identity in turn can have a number of various programmed urges."
"Yes, Mulder, but why? Why kidnap seven women and murder a Detective? For what?"
"I don't know, but I think the answer is in those files."
"Mulder, the files are gone."
"They were burned and the ones that did survive have gone missing."
"What about the body? Have they identified it?"
"No, and judging from the coroner's report I don't think they will."
"What about the man they caught? Uh, Grogan, the one that confessed?"
"He was an escaped mental patient. He couldn't have abducted the women because he was locked up."
"It's over Mulder. There's no evidence. The case is closed."
"Well, there was one other thing."
"What." she said as she suppressed her irritation.
"That word, Rozhanitsy. You said it was written on the wall. I thought I recognized it but it didn't make any sense to me until you mentioned Smirnov's name. It's from Russian folklore. It's a pagan god. She's the goddess of birth."
Mulder paused. "Scully, in your report you allude to certain events but I can't help feeling that you left some things out."
"I'm going to lunch Mulder."
Mulder allowed his eyes to drift down as he watched Scully leave. He reached underneath his blotter and removed a secret photo. He grinned at the grainy video capture of Scully in her frilly dress. He transfered it to his top drawer and closed it.
Miles away in a smoke filled room eight well dressed men studied the photos before them. A rotund man spoke first. His face frozen. He spoke methodically as if he discovered each word a moment before he uttered it.
"I feel our project in Portland has gotten out of hand and that our man has taken things too far. Something must be done. We cannot risk Doctor Smirnov's work being compromised."
A billow of smoke wafted and the culprit spoke.
"Don't worry. It has already been handled. The man has been dealt with and the proper evidence has been planted. As far as the Portland police are concerned the case is closed."
"And the FBI agent?"
"Well that was unfortunate but as you said, an overzealous operator. All of this has been handled. Honestly I don't think that Agent Scully will be relating her story so readily."