Title:  Miami (Part 1)

Author:  Vibienne
Email:  vibienne71@hotmail.com
Summary:  Follmer/Reyes.  Brad makes Monica an indecent proposal and 
she meets him in Miami.
Rating:  PG 13
Disclaimer:  These characters are the property of CC and 1013 Productions.  
No profit is made.  No copyright infringement intended.
Feedback:  PLEASE.
Archive:  You want it, you have it. Just let me know.
Other:  This one is for all of you who love Follmer and Reyes.  It is 
especially for those of you who have that one person in your lives you find 
it so impossible to get over.  May we find out the why of it all one 
day…S.T.R., I am still thinking about you.

………………………………………………..


Monica Reyes sat at her desk in the X-Files office, thinking about the 
cigarettes in her bag, when the phone rang.  

“Reyes!”  She answered it, and tried to cheer up a bit. 
“Hey, Agent Reyes.  Do you have a minute?”  It was Brad Follmer.
“Hey! Yeah, sure.”
“Would you come up to my office, please?”
This made Monica nervous.  ‘What now’, she thought to herself.  It was 
Thanksgiving in two days, and even though she had no plans at all- much to 
her annoyance and disappointment- she did not want to go and spend it 
somewhere out of nowhere digging in the dirt.  
She knew Brad Follmer too well, and the tone of his voice didn’t sound 
promising.
“I’ll be right up!”

On her way to AD Follmer’s office Monica prepared herself for having to 
call John at his relatives’ house to tell him to turn around and come back to 
DC.
For some odd reason, which she was fully aware of, she felt like John had 
left her behind. 
He never even asked what she was doing Thanksgiving.  And then he even 
took extra days off, leaving her to it.
Monica decided, again, to cheer up, and put on a smile as she stepped out of 
the elevator.

……………………………….


“Hi,” Brad said as she walked through his door.  
“Hi,” she said and he closed it behind her.
“Sit down, Monica.”
She saw a faint grin on his face but he seemed a bit tense.  She decided to sit 
down quickly before he started to spill the beans.
Brad sat down in his chair and started playing with the pen he was holding.  
When he finally looked at her he still hadn’t said a word.  Monica was 
starting to get worried.
“What is it?  What happened, Brad?”  She decided whatever it was, she 
could take it. And she wasn’t in the mood for the silence-thing at all.
“What are you doing Thanksgiving?” Brad finally asked.
“What? “  She couldn’t believe he put his finger right into the wound. UGH! 
That was so annoying!!!
“Do you have any plans for Thanksgiving?” Brad asked again, in a much 
more gentle tone of voice this time, and gave her a smile. 

GREAT, Monica thought, and considered making up a big story about all 
those fun activities she had planned.  
But then again, it wasn’t his fault she had nothing to do and felt left out.


“I’ve got no plans at all, actually.  So if you need me to go somewhere, I 
guess I could.”
Brad leant forward and looked into Monica’s sulky eyes.
“You are not here so we can discuss work, Monica.  I have got something 
for you, actually.”

Now- that took her by surprise. 

She watched that little light flickering in his eyes, he pulled up his 
eyebrows, and Monica’s face cracked into the first smile of the day.  They 
definitely knew each other too well.  She instantly started to relax a bit. 

“I am all ears, Assistant Director.”  She comfortably leaned back in her 
chair and crossed her legs.
Brad got something out of the top drawer of his desk.
“Here.” He handed her an envelope.
“What is it?” Monica was intrigued.
“Open it!”
Monica took a pen from his desk and used it to open the envelope.  

She pulled out a plane ticket.  It was made out to her name.  
For the next day.  
From D.C. to Miami.

Her heart stopped.
It wasn’t the first time she held a ticket to Miami in her hand.  It wasn’t the 
first time Brad gave her one.  And the way she felt her heart beat faster 
because of it was all too familiar.
Years ago they’d go to Miami sometimes.  To get away from it all, to spend 
time together, to be a proper couple, to be in love without having to worry 
about anything, to have great, mind-blowing sex…

God, she hadn’t forgotten anything about Miami.
Thinking back to those rare moments of complete bliss made the entire 
episode with Brad so much harder to get over.  It was as if they were 
different people in Miami.  Brad would be so wonderful and relaxed, and 
they would spend a few days telling each other how much they enjoyed 
being together, and how much in love they were.

“Miami.”  Monica whispered half to herself, still starring at the ticket in her 
hand.

“Come with me, Monica.”  Brad said ever so quietly, “I need to spend time 
with you.”
“I…eh…”  Monica tried to think straight but somehow all she could think 
about was the craziness that was Miami.  
Her head was spinning and she started feeling nauseous. 
She fanned herself with the ticket.  What was he doing to her?  It was 
unbelievable. Deep down she knew he still felt…something for her, and her 
feelings for him were as unresolved as they were existent, and she had found 
it very hard to be around him lately, trying to ignore the inevitable, but 
Miami?    
Monica took a deep breath and exhaled counting to five.  
‘Calm, calm, Monica. Think!’ she told herself.

“Brad, do you realize what you are saying here?” she said in a very down to 
earth kind of voice…which didn’t at all reflect the way she felt.
“Yes!”  Brad reassured her and his beautiful eyes told her that he had 
thought about it and genuinely meant it.
“Brad, you are crazy.”  Monica said with a hint of a smile hushing across 
her face.
“Oh, believe me; I have had sleepless nights over this one.” He said half 
jokingly.

Monica looked at the ticket again.
“Brad- I can’t.  I…can’t.”
The sentence faded into the office heavily and neither Monica nor Brad 
looked at each other.

To break that very familiar, unspeakable silence, Brad got out of his chair.
“Okay.  I tell you what. I am leaving tonight; your flight isn’t until 
tomorrow anyway, so you just think about it.  Have the ticket! Think about 
it.  If you decide to come…we are staying at our hotel.”  

The “our hotel” made Monica smile, and with a “you are so crazy”-shaking 
of the head she looked at Brad.

“I can’t!” she said again.  

Brad put his hands in his pocket and stepped towards her.

“Oh, Monica, but you want to.”

UGH!  She hated it when he was so sure of himself.  And she hated it even 
more when he could see straight through her.  Of course he was right.  She 
would pay to experience one of their Miami weekends again.  As she 
finished that thought her brain immediately reminded her that she had paid 
for them all in the form of a broken heart.  Knowing the consequences it 
potentially posed for her, she would be a fool to go.  Could it be worth it?  
Having to work with Brad again didn’t make it any easier for her to banish 
any possible ‘what-if’-s about them.  It had been such a long time, and so 
much had happened.  Maybe some things never change- it was so hard 
trying to fight those feelings…and she had tried her damnedest to put Miami 
in the very far corners of her mind.  For her own sanity, really.  And now 
here they were…

“Brad, I am not going to lie to you.  It is very tempting.  All of it!  And I’d 
love a bit of sunshine.  And I am totally flattered...”

“Come with me, Monica.”  He interrupted her.
He leant down, put his hands on the armrests of Monica’s chair and looked 
her straight into the eyes.

“Same game, same rules.  No obligations, no promises.  We do what we feel 
like, and if you decide to just sit in the sunshine…so be it. But I’d love for 
you to come!”

The fact that Monica couldn’t decide how to interpret the “coming”-bit of 
that statement told her that saying yes to his indecent proposal would 
probably be a VERY bad idea.
His eyes were mesmerizing.  
She held his gaze, helpless, lost in the possibility, and already afraid of the 
consequences.
She had sworn to herself she would not ever allow him to have this sort of 
impact on her ever again.  She would no longer allow it that he could simply 
snap his finger and get her full attention.  
And now what?  It took all of her strength not to lean forward those two 
more inches, kiss his great mouth, take the ticket, fly to Miami and let him 
do whatever he wanted to her.  

This was crazy.  It would be more dangerous for them both than ever before.  
And besides, she was a grown up woman, perfectly capable of making 
rational and intelligent decisions.  And this would be one of them.  She’d go 
home, lock herself in and only come out again when this hateful 
Thanksgiving was over.

“I’ll think about it,” was all she could get out.

Brad tried not to let his disappointment show.  
He walked to the door and opened it for her.  
Monica got out of her chair and concentrated on her mission: get out of here 
NOW and don’t let him see how much you already despise your own 
decision.  Why did she still care for him so much?  WHY was all this 
happening?  Maybe it was life itself that was hitting her in the face.  Maybe 
you could only run so far trying to get away from yourself.  Maybe you 
couldn’t run for from your true heart’s desire…stupid thought!!!  But 
whatever the lesson here was…it better be a bloody good one.

“Monica!” he said to her as she stood next to him in the doorway.  She 
turned her head and again let herself fall into his eyes for a second.

“Monica, I am still thinking about you.”

…………………………….


That was the last thing he had said to her.
Monica was a mess and headed straight back to the basement, tidied her 
desk and drove home.

She must have smoked about five cigarettes on her way in the car.  
Unbelievable all this.  Brad.  Miami. How could she not go?  How?  
Knowing how brave it had been of Brad to suggest it…oh, brave, brave…to 
hell with Brad Follmer.
Part of her was so sick and tired of having feelings for him.  She had tried so 
hard to get rid of them, rationalize them away…and she honestly thought 
she had succeeded this time.  She felt so emotionally drained by this entire 
story.  And why Miami???  Why now?  Darn it!

Once she arrived at her apartment Monica went straight to the kitchen, lit up 
another cigarette and poured herself a large Martini.  She took a huge gulp 
of it and proceeded to empty the contents of her pockets onto the kitchen 
counter.  And there it was again.  The ticket.
She looked at it and finished her drink in one go.  
Brad…


……………………………


16 hours later she was on the plane.
She must have packed and unpacked her bag about five times, contemplated 
whether it she should go or not, and smoked like there was no tomorrow. 

Once up above the clouds Monica felt a very strange sense of calm and 
contentment enter her overactive mind and tense body.  
In Miami she was greeted by the Florida November sun.  
It was wonderful and she felt as if the warm air wrapped itself around her 
like a comforting blanket.  Life was good.  She was safe.  All would be well.  

She took a cab to the hotel…like it was the most natural thing in the 
world…like the past few years never happened.  
She wondered if Brad would be surprised to see her.  Or was he so sure she 
would join him?  Would he be happy?  
And the biggest question of all was- what would happen if they discovered 
their feelings for each other had changed after all.  Would it be awkward?  
What would they say to each other?  
It had been a long time.  

But then the wonderful feeling of being on vacation kicked in, and Monica 
decided to just go with it and forget about life for a few days.  
It would be wonderful.  A bit of sunbathing, swimming, walks along the 
beach, good food, few clothes…and Brad.

The hotel was still the same.  Nothing at all had changed.  She took a deep 
breath, put her large bag over her shoulder and walked to the reception, 
knowing she could walk into Brad any minute.  Thrilling!


……………………………………


“Hi.”
“Hello there, how may I help you?”
“I am looking for a Mr Brad Follmer, please,” Monica said and suddenly 
panicked.  What if he hadn’t come here after all?  She looked around 
nervously.  Could they even be sure nobody was watching them and their 
ridiculous game suddenly turned into a complete nightmare?  What if 
anyone found out?  Maybe he checked in under a different name.  Maybe 
she should just wait here.  

“You must be Mrs Follmer!” the girl at the reception said and smiled at 
Monica.
“Excuse me?”  Monica was dumbstruck. 
“Mrs Brad Follmer?”
Monica’s face cracked into the smile of a lifetime.  
That man was unbelievable.
“Yes.”
“Your husband said he was expecting you today.  Here are the keys.  Room 
337.  Third floor, step out of the elevator and take a left.  Have a good stay.”
“Thanks,” Monica was still all smiles, took the key and headed to the room.

She knocked first and when no one answered, she let herself in.

The room was cute- a big bed, she noticed.  And even though deep down 
she knew why she was there and why she had come, it made her a bit 
nervous.  
There was a cute little balcony.  Monica opened the door to let some air in.  
Ah- to be in the sun again.
She decided to have a shower and get changed before she started go looking 
for Brad.  
She undressed, went into the bathroom and found a note on the mirror: 

‘Monica- how about dinner? I’ll be at the bar. Whenever you’re ready.’ 

She couldn’t believe it. 
He had been so sure she’d come after all that. 
And what if her flight had gotten cancelled or delayed?  
Unbelievable.
Holding the note in her hand she decided she didn’t want him to wait much 
longer…SHE didn’t want to wait any longer to see the look on his face 
when he saw her.  

She took a quick shower, put on white slacks and a black, skimpy little tank 
top, made more effort than usual with her hair and make up, and made her 
way downstairs.   

………………………………………………


She couldn’t see Brad in the bar, so she decided to look for him outside.  

And oh behold- Brad Follmer.  He was sat at the outside pool-area bar, 
reading a paper.  

As Monica stepped out to the terrace he looked up.  Their eyes locked and 
Monica felt her heart drop.  

Déjà vu all over again.

After all those years Brad was still the most gorgeous man she had ever met.  
He had obviously been in the sun that day.  His face looked a bit blushed 
and his eyes were shining.  His hair was messy and the look he gave her was 
worth all those years of absence.  Just looking at her like that. 
He made her feel like a million dollars.  How did he do it?  For the first time 
in too long she felt like a beautiful, desirable woman again.
Monica smiled and walked towards him. 
She was happy and she was going to do the one thing she’d been gagging 
for.  
Brad had gotten off the barstool and his eyes gave away his excitement 
about seeing her.  
Monica didn’t even stop to say hello.  
She walked right into him, put her right arm around his neck and pulled him 
towards her to finally, finally feel his lips on hers.  

The kiss was breathtaking.  Monica thought someone must have pulled the 
ground from under her feet.
Brad embraced her and pulled her closer.  Monica made little pleasurable 
sounds.  Goodness, he hadn’t lost his touch…at all.   
The warm evening air, the light breeze, her fingers running through his hair, 
his hot and wet mouth; she hadn’t felt as alive in a very long time.

He tasted so great and her desire for him put her into a daze.  Had she been a 
fool for walking away from this back then?  Their physical relationship had 
always been incredible.  This was so familiar. 

They must have kissed for at least ten minutes when Monica finally broke 
away.  
She felt hung over…in a very healthy way…if that made any sense at all.

“Sorry I have been so difficult!” she whispered, being truly sorry, wanting 
nothing more but spend the weekend with him.  

“Sorry I have been so direct.  I had no idea how to ask you.”

“I am glad I’m here,” she said and gave Brad a quick, compassionate kiss on 
the mouth.

“Mmmh!  I am really glad you are here!”  Brad said with a big grin.
Monica could only shake her head.
“Unbelievable,” she whispered, and Brad pulled her into a tight embrace.   

The sun had set and it was getting dark outside.  The lights from the pool 
put everything in a cool, bluish shimmer.
Brad held on to Monica like he couldn’t believe she was actually there, or 
afraid that she might disappear again.  The moment was wonderful, 
enchanting.

“I’ve missed you, Brad.”  
Somehow Monica felt safe telling him this. 
Miami was safe for these things to be said.  
He squeezed her that bit tighter and Monica was afraid he might break her.  

Brad broke their passionate embrace and looked into her smoky eyes.  His 
look was captivating.  She loved his eyes when they were so full of promise.   
She was overwhelmed.  The fact that her feelings for him hadn’t changed, 
and that she was head over heels for him…again…or still…or whatever was 
a bit much.

“I haven’t stopped thinking of you, Monica.  And I have been so confused 
ever since I saw you again…and…I had to know.”
“Know what?”  Both were still whispering, looking into each other’s eyes.
“If I was just imagining things.  And then yesterday you sat there in my 
office, and I…and then you said no…I felt so stupid.”
“But you knew I’d come!” Monica said with a faint smile.
“I knew you weren’t as blasé about it as you wanted to be; I know that look 
in your eyes, you know.  But I also know how stubborn you are, so…no, I 
didn’t know!”

“Well, here I am.”  
“Yeah, and you are stunning!”
Brad held onto her hands and pushed her away from him a bit to take a 
closer look at her.  She chuckled and felt almost exposed.  
She knew fully well he gave her the odd surreptitious look which was 
enthralling, but this felt ten times as exciting.  
There was a hint of ridicule in the situation, though; they only saw each 
other yesterday. 
But this felt like it had been years; maybe because words like these were far 
from their everyday working reality. 

“You are looking a bit hot yourself, Mr Follmer.” 
“Oh, really?” he pulled up his eyebrows.
“Oh, yes!”
Monica was almost laughing now at how ridiculously easy it suddenly was 
to say these things.  

“I have to confess something to you…” Brad was obviously also feeling the 
easiness of truth-speak.

“What? You won’t be getting me dinner?” Monica joked.

“No.  I checked you in as my wife.”

Now she laughed out loud, and he wrinkled his forehead in relief.
“I know.  I have already been called Mrs Follmer.  You were probably 
flirting outrageously with those girls when you got here- in case your ‘wife’ 
never made it.”

Even though Monica was still joking there was a very bitter memory 
attached to this thought and as she watched him register it as well she tried 
to dismiss it as quickly.  

There was nothing that could be said to that.  

Nothing at all.  

She was glad Brad didn’t even try, and she was quiet.  

After a few moments of a familiar and chilling silence Monica said: “Brad!  
Kiss me again.”  

And he did.  Oh yes, and how he did.  He grabbed her and kissed her with so 
much compassion she forgot where she was.  
Their kiss became more passionate and Monica felt enraptured. 
It was quiet funny.  They were standing at the pool, it was almost dark, 
people were walking past and they were completely engrossed into each 
other.  

Monica felt how their kiss started to excite them both and she let out a rather 
tempting moan in response to his hands now on her naked back under her 
shirt.  

Brad broke away and said:”Monica, I…listen, let’s eat before I get too 
distracted here.”
Monica was amused.  She looked around and felt a bit foolish for semi-
making out in public…with her husband in a way…

“What are you saying, Brad?” she challenged him with her incredible eyes.

He leant closer into her and his mouth found her ear: “I need to sleep with 
you, Monica.”  

Monica got goose bumps all over her body.  

“I know the feeling.” She whispered back at him.

Her hands gently caressed his neck and Brad brushed his hand up between 
them, touching her stomach and her breasts with the back of it.  She couldn’t 
help but inhale sharply.

Good God- she had been so way out of touch with all those physical 
pleasures her body was requiring.

On that same note she realized that she was hungry.  She hadn’t eaten…all 
day; except for those pretzels on the plane.

“I am starving.”  She said and gave Brad a phenomenal smile. 
“Let’s have dinner then,” he said, and added a mumbled “Mrs Follmer…” as 
he took her hand to walk her to the restaurant.  


Monica was happy!  She glanced at Brad walking next to her, holding her 
hand, looking so great, and she had butterflies in her stomach. 
Brad, Brad, Brad!!!

…………………………………….

To be continued in: Miami (Part 2)