Case File #412

Remy lay naked in the bed, alone. He lay on his stomach but his legs were twisted to curl to his left. Staring over at the vanity, on the far left side of the room, he sat up and stretched as he heard a noise. Twisting himself around to see what was making the noise, on the other side of the room, he found Thomas sitting in an easy chair, reading the morning paper. Slipping out of bed and padding up to sit down in the empty chair beside the old man, he looked over and smiled sleepily.

"Good afternoon, my boy. Our play must have wore you out, didn't it? It is nearly 1 o' clock." Thomas looked over from the Business section and returned the smile.

Rubbing his eyes, Remy crossed his legs and picked up a section of paper as the rest lay on the floor, between them. "Just a little more play dan what Remy's used to, mon cher. You enjoy yourself, non?"

Thomas laughed and folded the paper to rest on his lap. "Now I understand how Ramsie is so captivated by you, Remy. Your sex is quite a workout but, I'm guessing you are not on the receiving end in your relationship. The tightness of your body is simply heavenly. I'm sure you enjoy a tight body, as well, hm?"

Remy only smiled, not willing to reveal his preferrences.

"Well, if you would like to take a shower or a bath before breakfast, you are welcome to use my personal bath. It would be such a shame for you to cover up but, I prefer not to have my guests trapse through my house in the nude." Thomas stood up and pointed the way to the private bath, on the far side of the room, to the right of the vanity. "There are towels and washcloths on the shelf, and soaps and gels at your disposal."

"Merci." Remy stood up and casually strolled over to the chair by the door, that he had left his clothes on. Gathering them up, he felt for the cellphone that Keith had given him in Burmuda, in his right side pocket of his jacket.

Thomas watched Remy walk away from him, and called over to him, before Remy made it to the bathroom. "Speaking of Ramsie, I have sent a car for him. I intended to make sure he does not put me off, again. He should be here by this evening so, you have plenty of time to relax and have something to eat."

Remy turned back as he reached the door and smiled his answer back to the man. Closing the door, he locked the knob and through his clothes on the countre. A white bathroom with black tiling on the floor, complete with white shag place rugs in front of the lavatory and toilet. The countre was slightly in to the left of the door, and the toilet sat in the middle, while the big, expensive, 4 person jet bath and shower sat to the far right, under the window. Starting the water, Remy quickly grabbed his phone from his pocket and sent a text message to his father's phone number:

5325 W. Cameron Pl.
Thomas
PA air hangar
4.5 P 12th

After the message was sent, Remy shut off the phone and replaced it in the pocket. Taking a breath, he shut off the water and slipped into a hot, jet filled bath and reclined on the seat. "Please let Logan be on time, tomorrow," he whispered to himself as he leaned his head back to stare at the blank ceiling, letting the steam brush against him.

Throughout the entire bath and washing process, Remy felt very excited to see Keith again. It puzzled him as to why, when he knew that they could never be together, and when they were, Remy had a hard time telling himself that he had to arrest him. Even with all that in mind, he couldn't help how his body tingled with just the thought of having Keith next to him. A smile came to his face, and stayed there as he finished his shower and dried off.

As Remy got dressed, he remembered the promise he had kept to his father that no one would ever find out about his sexual preference. It was getting harder and harder to hide, and even avoid. Fixing his shirt, Remy's stomach growled. He groaned as the sanwich from the night before hadn't been enough to last through the night. One more look in the mirror to check for cracks in his facade and then he unlocked and opened the door to find Thomas standing directly in front of him.

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Logan sat on an empty desktop that was placed against a far wall of the precinct. His back rest against the wall, his legs bent and feet planted firmly on the desk. His head thumped repeatedly against the wall while watching his hands twirl a pen as they rested on his knees. He yawned as his attention was brought to the young and pretty DEA agent, who came to sit in the chair at the desk Logan sat on. "Well?" He had changed into a navy blue T-shirt and jeans, eventhough it was chilly outside but hadn't snowed yet.

"Nothing yet, cher. Airport security cam picked up Ramsie an' Remy gettin' into a maroon limo, at gate 3. Dey talked to whoever was inside, and only Ramsie got out. Workin on who owns de limo." Alisa twisted the chair around so that she was facing Logan, and her back was to the rest of the room. She wore a sweatshirt that was too big for her, and faded jeans that looked too tight. Pulling her feet up to rest her knees to her chest, she sighed and lay her chin on her right knee. Her hair had been pulled back in a high, auburn ponytail, and curled at the end.

"The kid said Philly, on the 12th, so here we are, and he or Ramsie are nowhere in sight."

"It ain't de 12th yet, mon cher." Alisa beamed a smile up at him as she raised her head up to wink.

Logan hmmed.

There was a moment of silence between them, and Alisa had begun turning the chair from side to side. They waited in the mostly empty room, and listened to at least 2 phones ringing before someone at one of the desks answered them. Logan stared at the pictures and bulletins on the far wall, while Alisa had gone still and silent as she rested her eyes.

Looking over at her, Logan slid quietly off the back of the desk, as not to disturb her, but his movement woke her enough to shift and rest her head on her arms on the desk. His boots left soft claps as he walked over to the coffeepot and poured a papercupful. He began thinking of what to do next, and how Remy was holding up. "Hm." Logan took a deep breath and then walked over to the Chief's office, for a talk on how they were progressing.

Chief Bartonowsky waved him in as the spoke to the person on the phone. Finishing his phone call, he waved Logan into a chair, on the other side of his desk. Bartonowsky hung up and sat back in his chair. "Well, I just spoke to your department. It seems Agent LeBeau managed to get a text message out to his father that they were arriving by personal jet." He paused and looked through the window at Alisa. "What's she here for? DEA didn't give authorisation for her in the field. She's supposed to be on vacation."

Logan looked over at the sleeping young woman at the desk. "She's the kid's sister. Good luck persuadin' her to go home and wait. She stuck with me in Bermuda, she knows most of what Ramsie is plannin to do, and I think she's closer to the kid more than their dad is." Turning back to the other man, Logan felt a pang of guilt and anxiousness in empathy of Alisa.

"Ontonal tells me you aren't the biggest supporter of the young CIA agent. In fact, he said you could care less if the kid lived or died on the assignment." Bartonowsky smiled faintly at Logan's shrug of the conversation. "Anyway, I've called her superiour and let him know where she was. She can stay here for the time being, until her brother is out of harm's way."

Nodding, Logan changed the subject, "so, they're flyin in, huh?"

"Yes." Bartonowsky leaned forward and rest his elbows on the clear desktop. His office was not much bigger than Ontonal's but much more cleaner. A 20 inch flatscreen television sat mounted in the corner, on the wall, over Logan's right shoulder, and the chairs were genuine saddlewood leather. His office held the feel of a 1940s style but was also very updated with high-tech gadgets. He had started to say something else to Logan when the phone rang. "Bartonowsky." The chief looked confused about what was being said on the other end, but hung up and turned to sort through the file drawers, to the right of his desk. Tossing a file onto the desk, he tapped it and sighed, "this is the owner of the maroon limousine that's on the airport security tape. He has houses here, Chicago, Atlanta, and Boston, although, he mainly stays here."

"Thomas Abrezzio."

"That name's famous around here but, what was so important that Ramsie had, to make him drive all the way to Boston?" The chief closed the file drawer and waited as Logan opened the folder and looked through the paperwork.

"Local 'godfather', huh?"

"Yep."

"Whatever he wants was so important, he's holdin' LeBeau as collateral."

Bartonowsky sighed again and leaned forward on his desk. "They've been trying to pin somethin' on this guy for 40 years. He's got lawyers slipperier than slime. Everything we try to pin on him, he's able to weasel out of before we get done marandanising him. LeBeau just sealed his death warrant by goin' with him."

Logan leaned back in his chair and stared at the rapsheet of the man in the file, on his lap. Taking a sip of his cooled down coffee, he began thinking that Remy was definately in over his head, and there was no sign of getting out unscathed. Standing up, he tossed back the last few sips of cold coffee and lay the file on the chief's desk. "I think I'll go take her in to lay down, then have a smoke. Maybe get somethin' ta eat."

Bartonowsky nodded and glanced over at the young woman, still resting her head on the empty desk. "You'd better get some sleep, too. Whatever happens tomorrow won't be something to do in your sleep."

"Right," Logan said under his breath. He opened the door and closed it quietly, before walking calmly over to Alisa. Gently picking her up and cradling her in his arms, he paused to hear her faint sobbing. "What's the matter, darlin?" The soft whisper stopped her sobs but not her tears.

She sniffled and wrapped her arms around his neck, tightly. "Somethin' bad. Make sure Remy stays alive, cher. He's my only brother."

"I'll make sure nothin' happens to him. Promise." Logan choked out his answer as he carried her into a small room, down the hall from the precint office, with three stripped bunkbeds, one on each wall, and laid her down on the bottom bunk of the closest one. She was already asleep when her head touched the pillow, and he kissed her forehead as he placed a thin wool blanket over her. Straightening and taking a deep breath as he stood in the doorway, Logan watched her sleep for a moment before turning and heading downstairs to find a place to eat, and smoke a cigar or two.

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"What's this? You were told to come alone." Rico Delgado, a slim 43 year old man, with slicked back black hair and a dark bronze complexion, glared at Ramsie through his dark aviator-type sunglasses. He, like his younger brother, enjoyed the finer things of tayloring, such as expensive silk Armani suits, genuine leather loafers and strong-scented Cuban cigars. Standing with his back to a small, single propeller plane, Rico glanced over the two gentlemen who stood quietly behind Ramsie, on the other side of a small card table.

Keith turned and looked directly at Thomas, who stood beside a casual Remy. When he turned back, he cleared his throat and slipped his hands into his pants pockets, he felt a small aim at his secrecy. "You know Remy, and this is Thomas Abrezzio, I have a deal with him after my deal with you. Are we going to discuss my other business, or shall we continue with the topic at hand?"

Miguel Delgado stepped forward to place a thick black briefcase on the table between them and spin it around so that the opening latches were facing Keith. "Forgive my brother, he's used to having his wishes obeyed." Glancing past Ramsie to stare at a challenging look from Remy, Miguel gave a quiet snarl to him and turned back to Keith. "We brought it this far, let's see what you got?" Smoothing the lapels on his cherry red suitjacket, he backed up as Hugo stepped forward with a thick, silver case and placed it on the table, beside the black case.

Rico stopped his brother from stepping back up to the table, and placed a hand on Miguel's shoulder, telling him to step back. "The merchandise, first. The mixer, later." Waving a hand to the silver case, he waited for Hugo to slowly open the lid and reveal bag upon bag of white powder and then step back as Rico stepped forward to inspect the contents. "Good." Slicing one bag open with a pocketknife, he dipped in and sampled it on the blade. "Nice flavour." Letting the taste of the powder roll around on his tongue, Rico kept an eye on Ramsie, who had looked over his right shoulder at Remy, and then back to the case.

"Thank you. My payment is, I suspect, all there, is it not?"

Straightening from his hunched over position, Rico closed the knife and slipped it back into his black jacket pocket before opening the black briefcase. "Of course."

"Mind if I count it, before we conclude?"

Rico tilted his head and raised an eyebrow at the comment, "you doubt my professionalism?"

Keith smiled. "No, I doubt your brother's eagerness."

Miguel snarled and glared at Keith, making Remy to take a warning step closer. Standing as straight as he could, Miguel threw out his chest and tossed a welcoming look at Remy.

"Feel free. However, I take pride in what my brother doesn't. Don't forget, you are dealing with me, not my brother."

Keith stared at the money in the case for a moment, and then looked up at Rico. "On that note, I'll take your word for it. I'm sure our future business will be just as satisfying as this."

Laughing casually, Rico held out his hand for Keith to shake. "Then I'm sure we will be doing alot more business, Mister Ramsie." Shutting and locking the silver case, Rico slid it off of the table and turned to hand it to his brother.

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Logan walked up to the Philly P.D. Chief, Richard Bartonowsky, and zipped up his bulletproof vest. "I can't take much more of this waitin'. I'm goin' in. I gotta get that kid outta there b'fore he gets himself killed." The evening sun beat down on them, as he looked around at the many armed officers and tactical units surrounding the abandoned small plane hanger.

Richard turned from watching the hangar door, to look at Logan, as they stood behind a patrol car. "As egotistical as the CIA boys are, I think this kid made it this far on luck, so he should be okay for 5 more minutes, detective. I'm waiting on confirmation that we got all the evidence to nail not only your Ramsie but, Ricardo and Miguel Delgado.... and now, Thomas Abrezzio. I've been waiting to nail all three of them since I became Chief. We bust in there too early, they're gonna not only kill your friend but, several of my good men and women who have been kind enough to help out here."

"Chief, we got 'em." A male voice from around the side of the building confirmed over the hand radio.

"Roger. Listen up ladies and gentlemen, take it easy and careful. Let's bring these boys in without too much bloodshed." Bartonowsky spoke back to his teams over the same radio as he looked at Logan. "We have an agent in the building. We have an agent in the building. Agent is unarmed so hold your fire until first shot." Climbing in to sit in the passengar seat, he let Logan stand on the ledge, with the door open, as the patrol cars closed in on the hangar.

The doors opened and thirty officers in tactical gear swarmed in, screaming for the targets to raise their hands and stay where they were. Guns cocked and ready at the surprised men who dodged and retrieved their own weapons and started firing. Bullets zipped back and forth, noise filled the hangar and riccocheted off the metal walls.

Logan burst past the first line of guards to run after several of the Columbian bodyguards that started firing at him. With claws out, he lunged and landed on top of two big guards in dark gray suits, taking both out with one fist each embedded in their chests. He stood up and looked around for Remy, breathing heavy from running. There was no sign of the young Cajun in the midst of all the chaos but, Logan had a hunch that where Ramsie was, Remy wouldn't be far behind.

The black limo that Rico and Miguel had used to arrive in was being used as a cover to shoot back at the police teams that came in waves. As Miguel stood up to fire his semi-automatic, he was struck square in the chest by a SWAT bullet. Rico dropped his gun and caught his brother as he fell back into Rico's arms. Tears came immediately as he held his brother's lifeless body, stroking curly black hair, Rico was so preoccupied with what happened, he didn't hear the SWAT member come up behind him and tell him to surrender. "Fuck you, American putapig!" Pulling a small 9mm from the inside of his jacket, he turned and fired a shot at the officer, who fired one back, both hitting and killing the other.

Thomas had forced Remy to duck out of the line of fire, behind the plane, and turned away from him to make sure they weren't followed by the officers. Turning back, his smile dropped as Remy held the gun from Thomas' shoulderholster, and told him to raise his hands. "What is this, some kind of joke? Remy, we could take the plane and get out of here? Prison is not the place for a beautiful young man, like yourself."

"Nope. C.I.A. Hands up." Remy smirked and stood up. "Come on." Waving Thomas back out into the middle of the cops, he flagged one officer down and told them who he was, and then proceeded to hand over Thomas into custody. "Logan Howlett, where is he?" He yelled over the gunfire.

The officer handed a handcuffed Thomas over to a SWAT member and then looked around for the short and hairy detective. "He's around here somewhere. Last I saw, he was going after Ramsie. I think he was looking for you, too." Yelling back, the officer offered Remy a vest but didn't have time to be concerned as the young agent shook his head and set off to cross the hangar and find Logan.

With the sun setting, it was getting more and more harder for Remy to find the detective he was looking for. Above those problems, one of Rico's bodyguards had saw him and followed him, grabbing Remy from behind. "AH!" Spilling to the floor and landing on his stomach, Remy lost grip of the gun he had and spun onto his back to stare up at the Columbian brute. Panting hard, as the wind had been knocked out of him, he had tried to annoounce who he was but had the opportunity taken from him as the guard was suddenly struck by a bullet and fell forward, onto Remy. "Ufph!" Remy coughed and pushed the body off to cautiously look around for who shot the man.

"Remy! Over here!" Keith called to him from the other side of the hangar, from behind a rusty barrel. Waving the young man over, who lay in the middle of the space, he had missed the fact that another man had heard the call and was coming towards him.

A shot at his feet halted Logan's movement. Hugo had called over to him to just stay back or the next bullet wouldn't miss. Logan released his claws again and growled loudly at the bulky bodyguard across from him, "Boston P.D. asshole! Put the weapon down, or I won't be askin so nice, again."

Remy gathered the gun he had lost and stood up, aiming the gun at Hugo. "CIA Hugo, drop de weapon!" He had been so busy with trying to arrest Hugo that Remy had forgotten Ramsie altogether.

"I shoulda known!" Hugo turned and took a shot at Remy, but missed, and was pushed back as Logan tackled him to the floor.

Keith came out from behind the barrel and aimed his gun at Logan. "You're the fucking pig who's been followin' me. The sonovabitch who ruined my deal in Boston. Burn in Hell, pig!" Pulling the trigger, it seemed it happened in slow motion as he saw it play out.

"No!" Remy ran towards him and stopped suddenly. His breath caught as he dropped the gun, and then crumpled to the floor like a broken doll.

Keith took a step forward but stopped as he found himself surrounded by officers who disarmed him and cuffed him. "Remy! I didn't-... Someone help him! Remy! Remy!"

He heard it happen but couldn't bring himself to remove his claws from Hugo's chest and turn around. Logan's heart beat loud in his chest as a cold shiver raced up his spine. Pulling the claws back in, everything went quiet and still as he slowly turned to see the young agent lying motionless on the floor. "Oh God, no."

Calls for an ambulance came from everywhere around him. Logan watched as two officers escorted what was left of the bodyguards and Ramsie into patrol cars, but couldn't bring himself to look back at the young man on the floor, some feet from him. When he did look, his words from weeks prior came back to him. Logan didn't want to work with the agent in the first place, and was willing to have something "happen" to Remy but, that was before the feelings started. "I gotta--...... His sister's... I need some air."

Night had fallen and it was getting darker by the minute. Logan stepped out of the hangar and walked around to the side of the building. Taking his cellphone out of his backpocket, he held it in his right hand and stared at it. The world had begun to spin around and around and he felt the bile rise in his throat. Dropping to his knees in a patch of grass and leaned over, Logan heaved and couldn't stop it from coming up again. He stay there for a moment, and froze as he heard footsteps behind him.

"Ambulance is here. They're taking the kid to Rittenhouse, you might wanna tell his sister or bureau." Bartonowsky stood behind Logan and stared at his back, until Logan spit what was left in his mouth out and stood up. "I'm guessin, that ain't what was supposed to happen to him.....?"

Logan shook his head. "Past words comin' back to haunt me." Turning around to meet eyes with Bartonowsky, he nodded and took a breath. "I'll call his sister."

The chief nodded and turned to leave him alone.

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Four days later, and Logan had just gotten up the nerve to swallow his pride and go for a visit. The nurse in an eggplant colour scrubs had led him down the hall and to the right, into Remy's flower-filled room. He thanked her and paused outside of the room, working up the urge to go in.

"He's a little groggy from the sedatives but, he should be up for a few minutes to chat." She left and went back to her routine, leaving Logan to stand alone in the hallway.

When he did turn the corner, he noted that Remy looked like he was sleeping. The auburn hair rest against the pillow in its shaggy state, which made Remy look all the more paler and unwell, as he lay there in the white linen. His head was turned away from Logan, and his eyes were shut but opened slowly as he heard the footsteps gingerly padding closer to the bedside. The smile that Remy placed on his soft pale lips seemed to brighten the room, amongst the many vases of boquets and "Get Well" cards that lined the walls around the room.

"Hey kid, uh.... how ya feelin'?" Logan stopped to Remy's left and glanced at the machines that beeped and breathed, to his right.

Remy smiled faintly, groggily, and blinked up at the detective. "Hey," he spoke breathly and twitched a heavy hand up to rub the back of his knuckles against Logan's that rest on the railing of the bed. "Keep tellin de nurses dat I'm ready for some dancin' but, dey just laugh an' up de drip." A smile that had waited for weeks to be shown finally beamed up at Logan who smiled back. "Heard you got a promotion."

Nodding, Logan swallowed. "Yea, heard you didn't." Moving his hand to hold Remy's weak and shaking left hand, he felt so bad but tried not to let Remy see the cracks.

"Poppa says I got a desk job waitin' when I get outta here. On standby for 6 months, 'til dis heals, den get a citation and a promotion. Alisa's been here twice, she say dat you were gonna come earlier but--" Remy was cut off by a finger to his lips.

Logan let his smile fade as he thought of words on how to explain himself. "I uhm, ..... seein you on the floor o' that hangar wasn't the easiest sight to take in. Thoughts of what we said in that suite, how I was willin' ta sacrifice you for lockin up Ramsie..... That was a big slap in the face, on my part."

Remy nodded in agreement. "Did we get him?"

It was Logan's turn to nod. "He's been askin about you. He knows yer CIA but, he's convinced you love him enough to resign and wait for him. They pulled the bullet from yer shoulder, matched his gun so, I don't know what to tell ya. I just kept thinkin that there was somethin different that I coulda done, and I'd get hit instead o' you." Logan looked down at his hand holding Remy's and fell silent.

Remy shook his head and squeezed Logan's hand, gently. "Dere was nothin' no one coulda done any better dan what happened. Sides, I reckon I needed some time off, and dis was a good way o' gettin it extended, hehn?"

"Yea. You uh- you gonna be okay to testify against him? I mean, I know you had to be close to him for so long,.... gotta do what you gotta do, right?" Logan looked back up, into the red on black orbs that looked back at him with a soft need in them.

"Oui. Keith was a good lover but, he was into de wrong t'ings. Gonna miss him but, it was just a job, non?" Remy held his breath as it hurt to admit the truth of the matter.

"Listen, um, doc says you can go home in a few days so, I thought,... since yer dad says you live alone,.... why not come stay with me? In Boston."

"You askin me out, detective?" Remy smirked.

Logan blushed and shied away from Remy's eyes. "Up to you. I just figure, it's the least I could do,.... seein' as you're injured, an' all. Shouldn't lift anythin heavy with that arm o' yers for at least a few weeks. My dog could always use another chew toy, in the house."

"I don' like dogs."

"Oh."

"But, if yer offering, I reckon I could take a few weeks off, in Boston."

Logan smiled and leaned in to place a gentle kiss on Remy's lips before the nurse rounded the corner to tell him Remy needed his rest. "I'll stop back by later, okay? Pick ya up some real food, huh?"

Remy smiled and nodded before yawning and closing his eyes to nap.


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