After The Case

Fixing his tie on his tan suit and looking at himself in the mirror, his next step was to grab his comb and smooth out his black hair. Inhaling and exhaling and inhaling again he had to gather his anger of how he had spent the past 10 months, without the one he loved. The definate one that had put him in jail and then left him there, denying contact even after he achieved freedom and tried to reconcile with the young man.

Keith admired himself one last time in the mirror before turning off the light in the small vanity area of the hotel bathroom and turning around to stare at the long, lithe body waking up in his bed. He snarled at the short blond hair of the younger man and snatched up the auburn wig from the floor, beside the bed, and tossed it to the other. "Get out." His eyes narrowed as the young bar-goer scratched his head in confusion until Keith clarified in a louder tone, "Go on! Get lost, twink!"

The lanky blond slipped casually out of the bed and gave one last try at seducing his own seducer before admitting defeat and gathering his pants and shoes while heading out the door.

The auburn wig still lay on the bed where it had landed. He had cut it to fit Remy's hair style, or as close to it as possible, but the boy wearing it had sounded awful in the makeshift Cajun accent and the wig kept shifting around his small head. Walking over to snatch up the hair and toss it, screaming, across the room, Keith had to calm himself down before the tears of frustration started again.

He sat down on the edge of the bed and stared at the wallet-sized picture of he and Remy that lay on the bedside table. "I will show you that you mean so much to me, my Remy. I know our time together has changed you and that I await your return to me, with open arms. I can keep you safe from him." He stared intently on the smiling Remy in the picture before blowing it a kiss and standing up with a sigh.

Taking out his red Blackberry and dialing a number, he didn't have to wait for it to finish the second ring before a voice answered. "It's me. Get your boys together and meet me in half an hour. We have something to discuss." Keith hung up and slipped it into his jacket pocket and heading out the door. As he shut the door, he nervously ran a hand through his hair and moved through the parking lot to his rented Lexus.

~~~~~~

“Hello?” A groggy and half-whispered voice answered on the third ring.

Remy chuckled as he heard the tired sounding voice on the other end of the line. Alisa’s work usually caused her to take naps every so often. She had such a busy and hectic schedule, that she stole a catnap whenever she could. He finally spoke into the bluetooth headset he had on as he drove. “Sorry, Peanut, did I wake you up?” Remy smiled, his car now stopped at a red light.

“Oui, yah did. But it don’ matter.” She sighed on the phone. “From what mah clock says, Ah don’ gotta be into work for another two hours. What’s up, Rems?”

“Man, dey workin’ you hard, neh?” Remy let out a sigh as well. Alisa was a very hard worker, very passionate about her job with the DEA. In a way, he thought it was admirable. Though on the other hand, it was stupid for her to put her whole life on hold for her work. “Maybe you should take a vacation?”

“Last time Ah took a vacation, it drove me nuts, so Ah ended up workin’ wit’ you on sumt’ing!” He could hear a groan escape Alisa’s lips and the sound of her rolling over in her bed. “‘Sides, we’re workin’ on sumt’ing big at de office.”

“What? Somethin' dat has to do wit’ Abrezzio?” Remy raised an eyebrow, his eyes now looking at the traffic light in front of him. Why was it taking forever to turn green?

“Ah ain’ supposed ta tell yah, Rems.” She sighed, flopping her head back down on her pillow as she spoke.

He cursed under his breath. Alisa was now wrapped back into this whole mess. The DEA probably put her on this case because of the knowledge she had when he asked for her help. He tapped his fingers on his steering wheel, waiting to hear what she had to say.

“Apparently, before you got him shipped off to de pen, he was workin’ on a new street drug. Sumt’ing more potent dan ecstasy. As soon as he got out, de drug hit de streets. It’s called 'Blue Heaven', ‘cause de pills are a light blue in de shape o’ an Angel.”

“Petite… what exactly does dis stuff do?” The light finally turned green, and Remy found himself driving along the road, again. What the hell was Thomas making? When he was with the man, he never talked about any new drugs.

“Well, from what we found out, de drug gives people a feeling of euphoria, but it also acts like a sexual stimulant. Dis stuff can give Viagra a run for it’s money, dat’s for sure.” Alisa gave off a fusterated sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose as she talked. “‘Cause o’ dat, it’s a big hit amongst de underworld. People who use de drug will find dat it’s effects weaken after awhile, which requires dem to take more. ‘Cause o’ dat, it’s got a high over-dose rate. Can’ tell you how many happy 'stiffs' we’ve seen.”

“I can’ believe you made a joke outta dat one.” Remy found himself forcing himself not to laugh. This was serious, but Alisa still managed to find a way of adding humor to it.

“Well if ah don’ do dat, den ah’ll jus’ get depressed, Remy. But Ah imagine dat you didn’ call me to learn all o’ dis. So what’s up?”

“Still, petite, I t’ank you for keeping’ me in de loop. An’ don’ worry, I’ll keep dis information on de down low. Jus’ between us. You just be careful who you talk to about stuff. It's not exactly a good thing dat you sharin dis info wit' me.” Remy groaned, hitting yet another red light. What was he? A magnet for these things? “I’m headin’ for Poppa’s cabin for some downtime.”

“Well it’s about damn time you did dat! You takin Logan?” Alisa sounded like she just sat up in bed.

Remy cleared his throat. "We'll see, hehn?"

Growling low, Alisa shot back her retort that he probably didn't want to hear. “What de fuck were you waitin’ for Remy? Logan obviously loves you, an’ you keep pushin’ him away! Ah t’ink dis Logan guy is de one for you!”

“Petite, you know it ain’ dat simple. Our jobs…”

“Ah can’ believe Ah am gonna say dis, Remy, but fuck your job! You're overworked, underpaid, an’ stuck under Poppa’s t’umb. Ah say you retire an’ let Logan take care o’ yah de way you are meant to be taken care of!” Shrugging, Alisa flopped back down onto her bed, phone still stuck to her ear.

“I t’ink you been watchin’ too much 'Lifetime', Peanut.” Remy had a small, sad smile on his face as he watched the traffic light before him, again. “I jus’, I don’ wanna be hurt again. An’ I don’ wanna hurt Logan, either.”

“It’s fear dat’s holdin’ you back, Remy. You gotta let de past go an’ move forward. Until you do, it’s like your heart is jus’ shut out from everyone. Look, Ah know Ah don’ got much experience wit’ love an’ datin’ … but I jus’ t’ink it’s time you opened yerself up. Logan’s a really good guy.” Alisa got up off her bed and cautiously grabbed for her gun as she slowly made her way out of her bedroom and down the narrow stairway to the livingroom.

She did speak wisely, that was for sure. How long had it been since he truly opened up his heart to someone, to allow himself to love another completely? Alisa was right, it was time to stop running away. He opened his mouth to speak, when he heard a sudden crash on Alisa’s end of the phone. “Peanut?” He asked, only to hear more crashes and a violent struggle on the other end.

“Who de hell are you!? Let me go!” Alisa was shouting and screaming on her end of the phone. “Get de fuck offa me! Non!”

“Alisa!?” Remy’s eyes widened in panic as he blew past the red light he was stuck on. He quickly turned his car towards the direction of Alisa’s house, which was a good fifteen minutes away. He felt helpless listening to what was going on over the phone. He could not tell what was going on. Was it a burglar, rapist, a murderer? What the hell was going on!?

“Ugh!!” Alisa suddenly let out a loud cry, one of pain. It was something Remy never heard before. He was about to cry out her name, when the phone suddenly went dead, and all he could hear was a busy tone. This was not a good sign.

In a complete panic, Remy sped his way to Alisa’s house, running through traffic lights and stop signs without care. He managed to get to Alisa’s house in half the time in normally took. Without a second thought, he jumped out of his car and ran to her front door, seeing it slightly ajar.

“Merde…” Remy cursed as he kicked the door the rest of the way open, and ran inside. Everything was a mess, like there was a very violent struggle inside. He did not care if someone was still in her home, Alisa was in trouble! He threw protocol out the window and ran up the stairs to Alisa’s bedroom, only to be met with a grim sight.

Alisa’s bed was a complete mess, sheets and pillows thrown about the room. One of the lamps on her nightstand was knocked over and broken, along with a jewelry box. This was no robbery, since everything in the jewelry box was still inside. The only thing missing was Alisa.

Placing a hand on his head, Remy kept looking around. He was hoping to find some sign of Alisa, that was until he found the phone she was using. There was some blood on it, along with a spot on the floor. His heart sank seeing the blood, but then it sank further as he saw a torn piece of shirt with a monogram on it. The letters “KR” were skillfully sewn on to the silk fabric.

“Mon Dieu… Keith…” Remy whispered as he picked up the piece of fabric. Keith had found Alisa, and now he had her.

~~~~~~

Remy slammed his car door shut and dialed his phone.

"Detective Howlett." Logan had his professional voice on his personal phone, meaning that he was either at work or forgot which phone his answered.

"Logan, Ramsey's got her." Remy didn't think it was enough information to say over the phone without a 'hello' but it was all his voice would let him say without growling an obscenity.

Logan sat up in his seat and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his tidy desktop. "Got who, Rem?"

"My sister," came the growled reply. "Her place is a mess." The engine started and he peeled out of the spot by the curb, heading for home to drop off his suitcase and grab his gun.

Standing up from his desk, Logan gave a quick glance over at his chief's closed office door. "I'll meet you at your place. There's somethin' I gotta share, first." Hanging up, Logan started for Ontanol's door. Knocking and entering when he heard the muffled announcement, Logan opened the door and thought of a way to start the debrief of Keith Ramsey's latest actions. "I need to take a few days, Chief."

"Ramsey, again?"

Logan nodded.

The chief leaned back in his chair and hung up the receiver to his desk phone. "I know all about it. "Agent LeBeau's father just called me and filled me in on Ramsey's recent obsession with his son. It seems Remy's been keeping a few things from his file and-"

"It just got worse. The kid's sister's been nabbed from her home."

Ontanol sighed. "Three days, Logan. That's all I can give you."

Logan growled under his breath as he turned to leave, "I only need one."


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