Lush Basement Office. The camera pans past Scully's gigantic belly as she stands at the filing cabinet. Frankly, she's looked better. I'm not talking about the weight: I mean the clothes. She's wearing this hideous navy blue sweater set, and it just doesn't do her any favors. I know, I know, it's like she's wearing widow's weeds, I get it, but please, she's looked smashing all season, and I'd hate to see it all go downhill just because her true love, best friend, and the possible father of her baby has fallen dead out of the sky. There is no excuse for dowdiness. This message has been brought to you by Pea in the Pod: Maternity Wear for Stylish Moms of Alien Babies. Doggett blusters into the office, and solicitously asks after her health. "Fine," Scully responds shortly. "How are you feeling?" Doggett grins a little bit and reminds her that he "don't got [sic] a little J. Edgar to lug around." Scully doesn't even smile, probably because she's afraid that her baby actually will end up looking like J. Edgar Hoover. She rubs the small of her back absently and mentions that Skinner told her about their meeting with Kersh. She advises Doggett not to ruin his career by getting tied to the least respected department of the FBI. Doggett slams his papers on the desk and reminds her that she's going on maternity leave in six weeks. If he takes the transfer, the X Files will be closed. Forever. Or until Scully comes back from maternity leave. Whichever. "You don't owe me anything," Scully sighs. Doggett repeats his "I still have big questions about this case" spiel and she finally cracks a small smile, and snorts in his general direction. She tells Doggett that she gave Mulder the exact same speech seven years before, and that Doggett ought to get out while he still can. Before he's fathering Monica Reyes's baby and letting her get abducted all over the place. Doggett looks thoughtful.