Case File #412

Disclaimer: Marvel Comics and 20th Century Fox own the right to Logan, Remy, and Jean-Luc. Alisa LeBeau is solely owned by Nicole Wagner. Alisa is on loan for this story. I own the rights to the other character in the story. No harm intended, no money exchanged, simply for pleasure and entertainment.


Chief Ontanol stood at his office door and shouted across the crowded police room. "Logan! Get your ass in here!" He was a short, rounded man of 53 years and it was begining to show with a few gray hairs in his short black hair. He had been the only black man in his class to raise in the ranks so quickly but, he was also very position conscious. Slamming the door shut behind him, he turned back to the two men in his office and contained a sigh of anger.

Logan stood up from his desk and walked with a curious step towards Ontanol's office. It was hard to see with the frosted glass of just who else was with him, Logan knew one thing, it couldn't be good. Knocking with a knuckle before opening the door and glancing at the two men that stood to the far left of the Chief's desk, raising an eyebrow at the younger one, he looked back at the Chief and closed the door.

"Well,...." Ontanol sat back with a squeak in his chair. "Logan, you're a Hell of a cop but,....." He sat up and lit the cigarrette he had been toying with in his fingers as he nodded to the older of the two men. "Captain LeBeau, here thinks you might have treaded too finely on the jurisdiction boundary. You already met Remy."

Logan crossed his arms and stared evenly at Remy. "And, which jurisdiction would that be?"

"I'm Captain Jean-Luc LeBeau of de CIA. As your Chief was saying, you are very impressive but, we had control of de situation." Jean-Luc stepped forward and stared evenly back at Logan. A tall man with auburn hair and a short braid under his tan monterey, and a fine pressed black suit. Aside from the thin, dark mustache, he had come so close to Remy's looks but not quite unless they were standing closer to each other.

Logan snorted. "I shoulda known." Shaking his head and closing his eyes before opening them and again staring at Remy. "You musta had to suck some pretty good dick to get where you can waltz into a 4 month investigation and fuck it up."

Ontanol cleared his throat.

Remy scoffed and shook his head slightly. "Fuck up your investigation, hehn?" The anger played on him like sparks of fire. "I've been workin on dis case for 3 fuckin years, detective! I was just gettin close enough for him to trust me completely. Now, he's probably in Bermuda! Our jurisdictions don't reach dat far. So, merci to you. You've fucked up my investigation." He glared at Logan as the man took another step closer to him but stopped as Jean-Luc stepped in front of him.

"What mon fils is trying to say, is dat you two should work toget'er." Jean-Luc raised an eyebrow as Logan flashed a look of "great" in a sarcastic tone at him.

Logan laughed shortly. "Together, huh? I think not."

Ontanol blew the smoke out in a long, loud hiss as if to intervene. "Oh, I think so, Logan. The kid had his men at the airport, ready for his word to pick Ramsie up. So, Ramsie slipped through both of our fingers. But, my guess is that he'll probably have his boys out lookin for Remy. The closer you are to him, the closer we are to closing the case."

"And they get all the credit...." Logan turned to look at his Chief finishing his smoke.

Remy smirked. "Yea, pretty much."

Ontanol picked up a set of keys from his cluttered desk and tossed them to Logan. "I've set up a resident suite for you two. You can go play house there. I want you two to solve this together. Make Ramsie think you're sitting on him while waiting for him to come back. See if we can't draw him out that way."

Logan tilt his head back and stared at the ceiling as if to make some sense in the conversation. Leveling again, he looked at Remy and sighed deeply. "Alright but, just remember, you're the bait."

Remy took a breath and raised an eyebrow before nodding to appease his father and Ontanol.

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Logan opened the door to the suite and searched the wall to his right, for the lightswitch. Flipping it on, and taking a quick look around, he ushered Remy in. "Don't make me carry you in here. We ain't married, bub." Logan walked in without another look at Remy. Setting his duffel down on the sofa, to the right of the door, he familiarised himself with the layout of the first floor.

The suite was small but roomy. Straight ahead from the door was a staircase that led up to the bedrooms, while the kitchen and dining area lay to the left. The kitchen was small but furnished with brand new appliances and groceries already put away. The right held a livingroom with two sofas adjacent to each other, a leather lazy chair in the far right corner and a big screen television in the far right. The pearl coloured carpet seemed to run through the whole suite, except the kitchen and bathroom.

Remy took a deep breath and closed the door behind him. "How long do I have ta live wit' you?"

"Oh, I'm guessin until we catch Ramsie comin back into the states. I'm bettin, if he put together the scene in the hangar, your loverboy is gonna want you to shut up. I might be okay with that." Logan turned around and stared at the Cajun who just stood there, just inside the suite.

Narrowing his eyes, Remy added. "I'm sure you are." Walking over to the stairs, Remy looked up and quickly searched for the bathroom. "While you hang up de neon signs to note where I am, I'm takin a shower."

Logan raised an eyebrow as he watched Remy climb the stairs.

He had been going over what happened in the hangar, in his head, and remembered fractured bits of how Remy acted before the setup was called. Taking his cellphone out of his jacket pocket, he dialed his female friend in filing and asked her for a check on Remy LeBeau. He listened to the water running in the shower as he waited for her findings. "That's it, huh? A 28 year old agent with a few citations and 2 major cases under his belt? No personal life, hm? Thanks Jan." After hanging up, Logan decided he need to talk and couldn't wait until after the shower.

Opening the door to the bathroom, he was greeted with a warm mist. As he closed the door behind him and leaned against the wall, across from the shower that was on the left side of the room, he listened for movement. "You knew it was a setup, in the hangar, didn't you?"

"Oui." A nonchalant answer.

Logan crossed his arms and stared at the light blue curtain. "How?"

Remy sighed and rinsed his hair before poking his head out to look at Logan. "You care why? You're de one dat can't wait for Remy to die. What's it matter?" Ducking back in to soap his body, he could feel Logan's pending anger.

"A young agent with a flawless record, almost seems a bit spooky if ya ask me."

Throaty sweet laughter arose from behind the curtain. "Remy's full of surprises, mon ami."

The water shut off and a hand reached out for a fuzzy maroon towel that hung to the left of the door, as the toilet was on the right. Logan watched as the curtain was pulled back and Remy stepped out with the unfolded towel held up to his front and waited for the Cajun to recall him still in the bathroom. "No modesty in you, is there?"

"You're de one in my shower time, detective. Should I be modest when I was here first?" Drying himself and not caring that his towel wasn't also covering his body, Remy finished and straightened from bent over, drying his legs. "But, if you insist," he wrapped the towel around his waist and picked up his clothes from the toilet lid. "Better?"

Logan sighed and let Remy pass to pick a bedroom to get dressed in. The master bedroom sat to the right of the bathroom while Remy chose the one to the left, and Logan had a feeling he would see much more of Remy's body during their stay together. He followed Remy to his room and stood in the doorway. Remy had only taken off the towel and laid it on the bed before digging in his suitcase for clean clothes. Watching the display, he wasn't so sure Remy was easily embarrassed. "So, what were ya, to him? Ya must have been someone important, for some odd reason."

Remy looked up from laying his clothes out on the bed but didn't answer. He inhaled deeply and released it slowly. "I fucked him."

Snorting, Logan looked Remy up and down and shook his head. "Really? You don't act like one." Noting how Remy moved in graceful dips and reaches as he slipped his clothes on.

"Only a job. Dat's all." His tone carried no emotion, yet he didn't exactly enjoy being interrogated. As he slipped on his jeans and fastened them, the feeling of being silently judged made Remy flinch."Ya like watchin me dress, detective? Or, should Remy undress to better fit your t'oughts?"

Logan pushed off of the door. "Just don't come crawlin into my bed if you have a bad dream."

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Remy had fixed spaghetti for dinner and sat down at the small, glass dinging table to eat and read over a file of the case he had compiled.

"So, what's first?" Logan came to sit across from Remy and watched him eat.

Raising his fork of spun spaghetti, Remy smirked. "Dinner's first. Waitin' for someone to call."

Logan glanced at the file Remy was reading. "You know somethin' I don't?"

Remy looked up from the file and finished chewing. "I got someone watchin him."

"Another gloryhound, huh?"

Remy's anger was rising. "My sister."

Logan backed off. He could see something in Remy's eyes that told him to tread lightly. "Family affair?"

Nodding, Remy took another bite. "She's on vacation from de DEA. No contact wit' him, t'ough. She's just watchin him."

Logan nodded and stood up to go into the kitchen for something to eat, as watching Remy eat was making him hungry. "You cook too, huh?"

"Oui. Welcome to find somethin' else, if ya don't like spaghetti."

Raising an eyebrow and picking up the empty bowl beside the pot of noodles, Logan dished himself up a good portion of what was left. Rejoining Remy at the table, he scooped up a forkful and took a bite.

Not lifting his head but looking up at Logan, he arched a brow and waited for comments.

"Not bad, kid." Finishing another bite, he could taste the spices in the sauce as it made his tongue tingle. "Spicy."

Smirking but not loking up from the file, Remy had to clear his throat to keep from laughing out loud. "He'll be back, ya know. He's got plenty of deals around de country."

Logan nodded and chewed another bite. "Like what?" Blinking and watching Remy chew his last bite.

Remy lay down his fork and looked up at Logan. He cleared his throat before listing what he had remembered. "Drugs, antiques, more cars, and people."

Thinking of what he had in his files, Logan excused himself from the table to run upstairs and get his files to compare. He was glancing over a few pages as he came back downstairs and resumed his seat across from Remy. "Well, we know about the next car deal, and the Coast Guard is watchin' out for the boat. Nothin on the drugs or antiques. Know any dates?"

Remy shook his head as he turned the file around for Logan to see. Gathering his plate and reaching for Logan's empty bowl, he waited for the man to hand it to him before moving. "Said somet'in 'bout de 12th, in Philly."

"Twelfth? Twlefth of what?" Handing Remy his empty bowl, Logan was confused.

Remy shrugged and walked over to the sink to wash the dishes. "Dunno. He just said de 12th for de drugs. Mebbe, next mont'?"

There was a brief moment of silence between them before Remy's phone rang from sitting on the table.

Drying his hands and hurrying to his phone, he came to stop beside Logan and caught it on the last ring. "Oui? Ah, Alisa. Find anythin?" He glanced down at the information Logan was reading, while he listened to his sister. "He's on de beach, huh? Talkin to anyone?"

Logan heard bits and pieces of what was being said and pieced together the rest, to understand the conversation.

"Ah, merci cherie. Stay close to him but let him breathe a little, non?" Remy finished the call in french before he hung up and went back to the dishes. "He's dere, an' talkin to some big names."

Lifting a page to Remy's file and then glancing at his own, Logan was impressed at the concise notes Remy had. "Prolly talkin to someone to shut you up, as well."

Setting the dishes in the brown rack beside the sink, Remy shrugged. "Probly. He was always thinkin' of violence, 'stead of sex. Eh, he's welcome to try." Drying his hands again on the dishtowel, he shut off the kitchen light, leaving the dining table light on for Logan to read. "Gonna go read, den get some sleep. Night." He hadn't stopped as he told Logan what he was planning to do with the rest of the night but, as he walked up the stairs, he heard Logan wish him a good night, back.


TBC....