Chapter 3
"There's a woman." Mulder began.
"There usually is, my good man." Holtzmann flashed him a trademark grin. She'd lead them upstairs, after checking where Abby had gone.
"No, a woman we're investigating." Scully clarified, looking slightly intrigued by the mess of twisted metal before her. "May I ask what this is?"
Holtzmann flicked her eyes towards Scully, and down at her project.
"This is, this is exciting. I've been working on the idea of having a way of observing spirits whilst having them confined. Ordinary glass doesn't work because, as you know, ghosties don't exactly observe the rules of physics." She was gesturing wildly with her hands. "The plan is to have 8 separate devices, four for the floor and four for the ceiling, that will all interact and make a sort of force field that humans can pass through, but which traps ghosts. Of course, I wouldn't advise walking through it. It's starting to look like it might be highly reactive."
Mulder reached out to touch the box in front of him.
"NO! That's almost certainly going to explode if you touch it. I don't think it likes men. She could try, I think." Holtzmann ran to block Mulder's inquisitive hand. "So what can the ghostbusters do for your case?"
Until that moment, Scully had seemed faintly amused, if a little uncomfortable. At the mention of the case, a long-suffering expression crept onto her face.
"The woman in question seems to think that she's carrying her dead husbands baby." She said, rolling her eyes just noticeably.
For a moment, Holtzmann didn't see the link, and then it sunk in.
"How dead?" She asked.
"Dead dead. Buried 2 years ago." Mulder replied.
Holtzmann grinned, clearly pleased.
"No frickin' way. Lemme call Abby and Erin. Patty's gonna wanna hear this too. This is so frickin' awesome!"