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.


Logan was the first one up, the next morning, and made coffee the way he liked it; strong. It was still early but he thought CIA officers never really slept. As he walked by to go downstairs, he noted that Remy left his door open a few inches and was sound asleep at 7 AM. Sitting in the same spot as he had the night before, he sipped his coffee and listened to the soft footsteps of the young Cajun. "Coffee's still hot." Without turning around to see Remy standing at the bottom of the stairs, buttoning the right wrist of his white, untucked dress shirt, Logan offered before taking another sip.

Remy stood there in his casuals, which he hardly ever had time to wear, and watched with mild interest at Logan sipping his coffee. Getting a cup from the cupboard and pouring himself some coffee, he stood there and sipped it before blanching and reaching for the sugar packets that sat in a small box beside the pot. "Didn' know you liked mud."

"I like my coffee to wake me up, not keep me asleep. Bet you guys only drink that Starbucks shit." Logan laughed and stood up to turn around.

Remy stirred his coffee with 7 sugars and blinked at the detective who stared at him.

Taking a sip of his own cup, Logan took in what Remy was wearing. "You never cease to amaze me. I thought all you CIA boys wore only suits and ties, even to bed. Not to mention, light sleepers."

A deep breath and letting it out slowly, Remy took his cup and walked over to sit in the chair he sat in the night before. "Told ya, I was full o' surprises."

Turning back around to watch Remy sit down, Logan smirked. "Oh, I found out a few more things about you, while you were readin yer 'See Spot Run' book, last night. For instance, your full name is Remy Etienne LeBeau. Six foot nothin', auburn hair, red eyes, and a record that reads like a dream come true. And here you sit in jeans and an untucked shirt. Pretty impressive."

Remy looked up from taking another sip and smiled amusingly. "Wow, dat is impressive. I had no idea my eyes are red." He figured that sarcasm was his best defense against a detective who really didn't like him but had no choice in working with him. "We should get de word out dat I'm not in jail. It won't take much for him to come lookin for me."

Resuming his chair across from Remy, Logan sat down and thought. "Why not leave you in jail, more of a chance to get you out and then deal with you?"

Remy shook his head. "Non, Keith likes de thrill of de hunt, too much. He wouldn't spring me just ta kill me. He'd have someone in dere comin after me, an' never have ta leave his drink."

"How do you suppose we go about this?"

Shrugging, Remy thought. "He has several look outs dat stake out de city he goes to. Mebbe drop a word to let him know dat I'm lookin for him? Den, we'll see how far dat goes."

Logan nodded. "Where?"

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Logan had gone upstairs to finish getting dressed and arming himself for the little excursion Remy had in mind, when his cellphone that lay on the bed rang. Looking at the ID before answering it, Logan took a breath. "Chief," he held the phone with one hand while sitting down to slip on his boots. "Yea, we're headin out to see if we can't dig up some excitement."

Ontanol leaned forward, over his desk and snubbed a cigarrette into a black ashtray. Clearing his throat, he gripped the phone in his hand a little tighter. "Any other leads? Have you found where Ramsie's hiding out?"

"The kid has his sister sittin on him in Bermuda. She says he's talkin to some high profile losers. Found out a few things about him, too. He's a real head-turner, had sexual relations with Ramsie so that deepens just how far this is gonna go." Standing up after both boots were on, Logan turned around to face the doorway and watch Remy's shadow on the door to Remy's room as he was gathering his own things.

"Oh, even better." Sarcasm dripped through the line.

Grabbing his blue denim jacket from the bed, Logan stared at the shadow of the young man in the adjacent room and wondered why Remy was so calm in knowing that his life was in danger. "He wants to go drop his name to a few snitches to see how much Ramsie knows, and hopefully turn up more than dirt. I can't imagine this takin too long but- uh- I'll call and let ya know where we're at. If anything, this kid probably just bought himself a pair of cement flippers."

Lighting another cigarrette and tapping his left foot on the floor in a nervous twitch, Ontanol swallowed as Jean-Luc was heading towards his office. "Logan, let me make this very clear. You do your damndest to make sure nothing happens to that kid. Understand me? He's CIA. Anything happens, we'll both be meter maids for the rest of whatever." Hanging up as Jean-Luc closed his office door, Ontanol filled him in on what was happening.

"Right." Saying it under his breath, he sighed as Remy leaned against his doorframe. Snapping his phone closed and walking around his bed to stand in front of the young operative, he asked, "Ready?"

Remy nodded.

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They parked a block or so away from where a few of Ramsie's "snitches" liked to hang out. Logan turned the jeep off and unsnapped his seatbelt as Remy had done the same and started to climb out.

"You better wait here, mon ami. I don' think you'd enjoy dis group, non?" Remy stared coolly at him from outside the jeep. Blinking and watching Logan step out of the other side, Remy walked around to meet him at the front of the vehicle.

Grabbing Remy's arm, Logan stepped up onto the curb and took a deep breath, controling his annoyance. "If you think I'm gonna let you outta my sight, yer crazy." A low growl as Remy smiled and stared at him.

Remy was flattered that Logan showed signs of concern, even after their discussion of Logan not caring if Remy was killed, or not. "Ya might remember to let me handle dem, non? Dey can ask a lot of questions you might not want to answer, mon ami." He smiled even more as Logan rolled his eyes and agreed to let Remy do all the talking, this time.

As Logan followed Remy into the darkly lit club, in the middle of the day, he noticed that several boys at the bar put down their drinks and made their loud way towards them. Raising an eyebrow, he took a step back and watched the scene of Remy with the three flamboyant young men. Leaning against the bar to their right, Logan shook his head at the bartender, who had come up to him for his order, and turned back to Remy.

"Ah! Remy, where have you been, you naughty boy!?" A skinny and wispy young man, who was a little taller than Remy, with short blond, loud clothes and a squeaky octived voice, placed his arms around the Cajun as the other two repeated the question. His hazel eyes gleamed from drinks as he pulled back to stare at the handsome young man he had just hugged, and kissed. He glanced over at Logan and cleverly looked him up and down. "My my my, who have you been doing?" Leaning in closer to Remy's ear, he whispered, "Does Keith know about H-I-M-?"

Remy laughed quietly. "Non, he's a ...... 'business' partner." Remy smirked and glanced back at an unimpressed Logan. "Where is Keith? He lookin for me?"

The young man was still staring at Logan, and licking his lips, before Remy shook him back to the conversation. "Wha-? Oh,..... ohhh ohhh ohhh! Oh yes, sweetie. He's sent several big, mean men in here, asking about you." Blinking into Remy's eyes, he asked quietly, "don't tell me you two are on the rocks? Oh, and you made such a lovely couple." Winking at Logan, he added, "Anyway, they were here the day before yesterday, and told Jimmy," pointing to the dark haired boy to their left, "that if we see you, to tell you to 'get out of town', if you want to stay alive." He placed his hands on Remy's shoulders and asked in a serious tone, "Baby, what's wrong? The dogs only come looking for you if you've done something horribly wrong."

Shrugging, Remy kissed him and told him not to worry. "We jus' got separated, dat's all. Spread de word dat I'm lookin for him, non?" As the other man nodded quizzically, he hugged them all and turned back to Logan. "Ready?"

Logan nodded and stood up from his stool and turned towards the door to lead Remy out. He shook his head as the men Remy had been talking to, began sending out catcalls and whistles at him. "Interesting friends, you have there, Gumbo."

Walking back to the jeep, Remy shrugged again and smirked. "Very reliable. Dey could tell you about that ragamop outift you call a precinct, more dan you already know."

Stepping off the curb with his keys in hand, Logan looked back at Remy and asked, "How many of these 'dogs' does Ramsie have?"

"Alot."

Logan mumbled something under his breath as he continued his way to the driver's seat. As they each opened their doors, Logan's brow furrowed as he stared at the object stuck into the back of Remy's seat, at the angle his heart would be. "More of your lovely friends?"

Remy swallowed and reached for a folded newspaper Logan had stuck between the seats, to pull out and wrap the knife in. "Dey ain't nobody's friends, Logan." He looked around before climbing into the jeep, nervously. Not emphasizing his emotions, he kept them under control as Logan started the engine.

"Hm."

During the 20 minute drive back to the suite, Logan noticed that Remy was a bit too quiet but, any chance at converstion Remy seemed to sense and cleared his throat and dismiss. Stolen glances of a young agent in the passengar seat, who took hard looks at the knife in the newspaper, made him feel uneasy. Logan felt like he could take on Ramsie's "dogs", no matter the numbers, but Remy looked like he had little or no chance in coming out unscathed.

When they got back to the suite, Remy went straight up to his room and shut the door. He placed the newspaper on his bed and opened it to stare at the knife before taking out his company phone that Jean-Luc had given him, and called in. "Poppa, de dogs are lookin for me, an' dey mean business. We found a knife in de seat, on my side, when we came back from talkin." Remy spoke as Jean-Luc picked up. He had been through more than a small scare since he joined the agency but, to some small degree, he was actually starting to feel something for Ramsie.

He took a breath and listened to his father try to calm him down. His breathing was shakey but he managed to control it and answer the questions. "Looks like a dagger, double-edged, black plastic handle wit' some sort of dragon on de side," He paused to take a closer look at the dragon. "I t'ink it's blood, poppa."

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That night, Remy's dreams were restless and scattered. He had left his door open on accident and was unaware that he was being watched while he tossed and turned in his sleep. Laying mostly on his back and left side, his breathing became deep sighs and his movements became jerky.

Logan leaned against the doorframe and watched with mute curiosity. So, the young agent had his flaws but, refused to broadcast them in public. He noticed the knife laying on the sports section, on the Remy's small, 3 drawer tall dresser, and picked it up as he heard someone lightly knock on the front door, downstairs.

As he opened the door, he wasn't that surprised to see Jean-Luc standing there. "Kid's upstairs, sleepin. Here's the knife he's been starin at all night." He waited to speak after he closed the door behind Jean-Luc, and handed him the newspaper.

"Is he alright?"

"Yea, just restless. Upstairs in the guest room, if you wanna see him."

"Oui. For a moment." Climbing the stairs, silently, Jean-Luc peeked in on his son in time to see Remy jolt awake from his dream. Jean-Luc came to sit on the side of the bed and put his arms around Remy, as he woke up.

Logan waited downstairs and tried not to listen in on their hushed conversation.

Fifteen minutes they talked and Jean-Luc was able to hush Remy back to sleep before rejoinng Logan in the livingroom to talk about the day. "He should sleep better, now."

Logan nodded and offer him a drink as they talked about what happened. "If he doesn't think he can finish the job, we can do this another way."

"Oh no," Jean-Luc shook his head as he accepted the glass of scotch. "Remy's a little shaken but, he can finish. He don't give up too easily, non? It was his idea to become an agent in de field." Sipping his drink, he was mainly convincing himself rather than Logan.

Logan only sipped his drink and kept quiet.

TBC......