Scully and Rocky approach Emory Dick's house, flashlights at the ready. Rocky looks at his portable pheromone reader and tells Scully that they're getting a reading of "trace levels inside the house." Scully shrugs as they walk through the open door into the dark house. "I guess that's probable cause," she says. She starts poking around the house, but Rocky stops her before she goes upstairs. "Dr. Scully! This is so exciting. I've never had a partner." Scully smiles cheerfully. "I have," she chirps, and turns to go upstairs. "That's right!" the Mulder action figure yells. In his enthusiasm, he removes his finger from the package I'm wrapping, ruining the bow. "Sorry," he tells me. "I like to think of it as a [Some Scientific Term I Can't Spell] Relationship," Rocky continues. "Two scientists, using their special knowledge, reaching higher than either of them could ever reach alone. And if I may say so, Doctor you complete me." He shoots her puppy-dog eyes. Hee. "I got upstairs. You take down," Scully responds, and eyebrows her way up the stairs, shaking her head.
Out on the street, Doggett and Moronica come across the car wreck. And, as a sidebar, how is the episode not over yet? The kid's a bug! Duh! Move along! Anyway, Winky and Bro are encased in cocoons, moaning and groaning and crying. "David Winkle, is that you?" Doggett asks. "Now, that's a dumb-ass." He and Moronica begin to dig the Winkles out. "It's not a stunt! It was [Emory Dick]!" Winky cries. "He attacked us!" "He attacked you?" Moronica asks, all stunned. "He's a freaking BUG!" Winky cries. Heh. The delivery there was almost funny. Moronica gives chase as Doggett helps the boys dig themselves out more completely.
Scully finds Natalie's picture on Emory's bed. Her phone rings; it's Doggett, telling her that Emory's on a rampage, and she's got to get her ass over to the crime scene. Scully races down the stares, past Rocky, who stares after her open-mouthed. "Where are you going?" Rocky cries. "You got my number, partner," Scully says flippantly as she runs out the door.
Somehow, Moronica ends up in Natalie's room. I don't even know how that happened, but whatever. "Whoever you are, leave me alone!" Natalie cries. "Natalie, I'm Monica Reyes of the FBI," Moronica says. "Oh, God, you? I've heard about you! Get away from me! Get away!" Natalie cries. Not really. Actually, she says nothing, and lets Moronica explain how she's there to help or whatever. "You may be the key to this," Moronica tells her. Oh, wait, what was that? Another key? Another freaking key? Let me add that to my key-chain of keys to the mysteries of this show, along with Mulder, Scully, Samantha, Krycek, CSM, my ass, the goldfish, the Gunman, my mom, Cassandra Spender, Gibson Praise and the MiracleCallHimWhateverYouWantBaby. "I thought he was the normal one," Natalie sniffles. "He was, but he's becoming something," Moronica says. Natalie whimpers about what a shitty kisser Emory is, and Moronica keeps talking, and all I really pick up from her yammering is that they want to make sure Emory doesn't hurt anyone else, or something. Natalie starts grunting and pointing, and sure enough, Emory is right behind them. "Come with me," he says. Natalie asks him what's wrong with him. He's different, he says. He thought she wanted someone different. Not that different, dude. "You killed Bill!" Natalie gasps. "To keep you from being killed," Emory says. Moronica just watches this all play out, until Emory makes a move to leave and take Natalie with him. Putting her hand on her firearm, Moronica tells him to stay where he is. Everyone stares at everyone else.