TITLE: Landing AUTHOR: Nlynn RATING: PG SPOILERS: S.R.819 SUMMARY: Skinner in sort of 155 words. "All in good time," Krycek had said. Without looking in the rearview mirror, Skinner pulled out of the FBI garage and drove without thought to the GW parkway. Along that route he found his destination -- a parking lot on the north end of Reagan National, a place where couples came to neck and friends craned their necks as 747s roared above them before landing gently on the tarmac. Skinner pulled into a space on the far side of the lot. He killed the lights and sat, letting the engine idle, his hands closed over the steering wheel. He released his grip and studied his skin, flexing his fingers. He pushed up the sleeve on his right forearm. Ropey veins stood out. He could imagine blood pumping through them, could remember how it felt as they became thick, heavy and distended. Could remember how the pain coursed through his body, wrapping a tight knot around his neck. He shook his arm and shut off the engine. It was quiet save for an approaching plane. They would never think to look for him here. Their first guess would be the Vietnam Memorial. Here, he thought, is where I find release. Alone. As the plane came closer, Skinner got out of the car. He leaned his head back, looking into the blanket of darkness above him. The ground seemed to shake and all other noise was supplanted by the whir of engines cutting a path through the night. When the pitch reached its highest point, Skinner screamed. end