It had had everything to do with a rather excellent amount of wine. And some absinthe. And a few...augmented drinks of his own concoction. Which, in fairness, he had warned her about - but heaven knew that Dana Scully didn't back down from challenges, but rather bit down. Sometimes just as literally as metaphorically.

Which is why he was handcuffed to the poster of a bed, wearing nothing but a blanket over his lower half and with the one book he'd been able to reach - a TV guide.

"Ah, thank heavens, my rescuer is here, I was just getting nostalgic for the days of Gilligan."