Scully risks it

Scully realized that she was likely to be seen if she stood up briefly to climb down the drainage pipes. However, she also realized that she was likely to be seen if she just stayed up here. In the end, the FBI Agent decided it was probably for the best to be seen briefly before disappearing, rather than being seen in full with nowhere to hide.

Taking a deep breath, Scully stood up and turned around, slowly lowering one leg over the side of the roof before hooking it around the drainage pipe. As she did the same with her other leg, a wolf whistle caused her to freeze, eyes wide as her cheeks went pink. Looking up, Scully looked over the building and saw that it was only an eighteen-year-old flirting with his girlfriend, neither having actually seen her.

Calming down a bit, Scully continued to lower herself down as she wrapped her arms around the drainage pipe, slowly and carefully climbing down. Half-way to the ground, the Agent felt a snag. But before she could investigate what it was, a loud creaking noise interrupted up. Within a few seconds, the rusted pipes broke, causing Scully to let out a yelp as she fell the remaining few feet to the ground with a thud.

Scully groaned as she got to her feet, rubbing her head as she realized the only damage done was her wounded pride. Looking up, the FBI agent looked up and saw the pipeline in half, the lower half leaning to the side as in hung their, still attached to the wall. Another thing she noticed was a torn piece of silk fabric hanging from a loose screw on the pipe, waving gently in the breeze.

A peach-colored, torn piece of silk fabric that was waving gently in the breeze.

A lace-trimmed, peach-colored, torn piece of silk fabric that was waving gently in the breeze.

That was funny. It almost looked like... Her...

Scully felt her blood run cold as she slowly looked down at herself. She was wearing a pair of smart black pumps, and a bra made from peach-colored silk. Her face immediately ignited. Those where her panties!

Letting out a squeak, the FBI Agent threw her hands over her shaved privates and pressed her plump butt against the wall. She was bottomless! Looking around the alley, she immediately picked up a trash can lid and placed it over her privates. She then grabbed a discarded sign, which unknown to her read "Do Not Enter", and placed it over her plump butt as she tried to think of what to do next.