After The Case

Alisa could only frown as she looked up at Keith. He refused to do her harm, well, anything that would kill her. She learned that much about him, and already knew he had a very big soft spot for Remy. Perhaps she could use that to her advantage.  “So, you really do love my big broder, no?” Her voice was quiet, almost meek in nature. She needed to appear weaker, almost defeated if her plan was to work.

“Yes, very much so.” Keith smiled at Alisa. The younger sister of the man he loved seemed to have clamed down. Perhaps evening becoming more docile. Perhaps she was coming to her senses after a few hours of captivity. “He is a creature unlike any other. One I had the talent to tame and educate on a life of privilege and pleasure he would have never seen otherwise.”

 Inside, Alisa wanted to vomit at such a comment. But she breathed through her nose and forced a smile on her lips. She had to act, she had to use her training to try and get herself and Remy out of this wretched mess.  “Well, I am glad you taught Remy about de finer t‘ings in life.” She continued to smile, though it felt near impossible to do at this point. “I mean,  it is a great honor to be tamed by a wealthy, well rounded, an’ handsome man such as yourself, no?”

“Perhaps you are not so bad. I could always arrange to have someone teach you as I had your brother. Show you the better side of life, the one you cannot see from behind the desk at the DEA offices. Though I cannot guarantee that you will come out as polished as Remy. All I am asking for is Remy to understand that and accept it. I can give him more than any bureau or warrant can. He's spent three years with me, in my bed, and now he changes everything? I know he loves me and I will make him see it."

“Well, maybe if you untie me an’ send me off to see de bettah side o’ life, Remy will appreciate it.” She wanted to roll her eyes over his words, but instead just blinked and gave off a cute smile. “Maybe it will show him ‘ow much you love him.”

Alisa’s eyes lit up as Keith got up from the chair and moved behind her, starting to untie her bonds. This man was so desperate for the love of her brother, she was easily able to use it against him. He finished removing the bonds from her wrists, and began working on the ones on her ankles.  

“Rarely do I say this, but you could be right.” Keith said as he focused on Alisa’s ankles, carefully removing the straps and tossing them over his shoulders. “If you are trained to see the light, it may be enough to make him love me once more. Perhaps even more than before.”  Keith paused, holding her thin ankles gingerly, and stared at them in admiration of how delicate she really was. "I can't honestly say that I trust letting you up from your bonds but, view this more of a 'good-faith' gesture, rather than a simpleton move. A small token of trust, to show Remy how.... appreciative I can be?" He looked up, catching her eye and allowing them to be a conveyour of truth for him.

“Oui, good faith.” Alisa’s smile quickly turned into a frown as she slowly started to get up. Her body ached a bit as she had been sitting in that chair for so long. She began to rub her wrists a bit, taking note that there were bruises where some of the straps were. She quickly forced that smile back upon her face as she turned towards Keith, who was starting to get back off the ground.  “Your faith like your ego, sucks.” She said in a manner of fact tone of voice. Her hands quickly went to the chair and picked it up by the seat of it. Before Keith could get up fast enough, she swung it at his chest and jaw. He quickly fell over with a loud cry, and Alisa started to run out of the room.

Her fingers numbly grasped for the doorknob, fumbling and slipping as she struggled to open the door. Finally, it opened, forcing her to come face to face with her second obstacle, the two deedle-dum brothers Keith had hired. Balling her fist and throwing it at the first one's nose, it connected with an eerie crunch. Smirking as he had backed down, she had quickly turned to see Keith standing at the door to the room she had been kept while the other guard rushed to her with a heavy sheet, trying to drape it over her head.

The guard came closer, readying the sheet, when Alisa yanked it from him and kicked the guard hard in the zipper, letting him double over in pain. Once he fell over and dropped the sheet, Alisa started to run past him and towards a door with a red lit “exit” sign above it.

She pushed the heavy “exit” door open and ran outside. It was raining outside, cold, and the gravel on the ground was hurting her bare feet. She cursed to herself as she forced herself to keep going, to keep running. If she stopped, a VERY unhappy Keith would get her and lord knows what those two dumb guards would have planned if she was returned to the hotel suite.

With her delicate feet starting to bleed, and the pain almost unbearable, she managed to run on to some pavement about ten feet away from the hotel, and towards the middle of nowhere. She  began to run up the road, or what she thought was up the road, when two bright lights could be seen up ahead. A car was coming her way. Perhaps a ride out of this mess and to warn her brother as to what was. “Hey! Hey!” Alisa shouted at the top of her lungs, waving her hands about to try and get the driver’s attention. The car started to slow down as it came up towards her, and she suddenly wished it had not. As soon as the car came to a stop, she realized it was not a car, but a limousine. Not just any Limousine, Thomas’s custom limousine. “Oh… Fuck…”

The car came to a stop in front of her and the backseat door opened. She wasn't admitting defeat, but felt she couldn't outrun a car with what little stamina she had left. She was silent and avoided her host's smug gaze.

"I had a feeling I would be running into you, my dear. How about a chat, shall we?" Thomas sat poised on the edge of his seat, hands resting on the short cane in front of him.

Alisa frowned.  “Forgive me for sayin’ I ain‘ in a talkin‘ mood.” She looked like a drown rat from running in the rain, and her feet were red from the open wounds on the bottoms of them. “You can talk an’ I’ll jus’ listen. Maybe.” Alisa stopped a moment to think and then realised, she wasn't in a listening mood, either. In fact, she could have cared less for neither of them to say anything at all.

“Very well.” Thomas sighed, looking over at the younger LeBeau. “Surely you know that playing in the rain will only result in a bad cold, Ms. LeBeau. I am sure you mother must have told you that once in your life, as well as the fact you should not go outdoors barefoot.”

Alisa gave Thomas a somewhat annoyed look. “Yeah, an’ I was told non to get into strange cars wit’ dirty old men. Your point?”

Thomas spoke in a nonchalant manner. Offering the space on the seat, next to him, he sat patiently and waited for her to join him. “Obviously no one told you to respect your elders. Such a shame. You were a very bad girl, tonight. Trying to leave before your brother comes home. I honestly do not know what I am going to do with you, Ms. LeBeau.”

“You can always let me go.” A frown grew on her face as she ran her fingers over her mouth. Her red on black eyes looked back over to Thomas, who was now chuckling. Not in a “ha ha” kind of way, but something darker. “Was dat truly so funny?” She hesitated a moment before crawling inside the darkened limo and sat down beside the elderly gent.

The older man smirked. “Yes, it truly was. I cannot have you running away so soon. Not when your handsome brother will be coming back home to me. I merely want us to become a somewhat happy family, Ms. LeBeau. You DO want your brother happy, don’t you?”

“Oui, I want Remy happy. An’ de only way dat gonna happen is puttin’ you an’ Keith BACK where you both belong. In an five by ten cell.” Her snarky attitude got her a raised hand and a threat of possible use but Thomas had other means in which to manipulate her into doing what he wanted.

Tapping the roof of the car with his cane, he signaled the driver to get moving. “I am afraid that was not the answer I was looking for, Ms. LeBeau. Please be on your best behaviour, from now on. I do not enjoy physical violence to my guests.” Thomas sighed, sitting back in his seat and pinching the bridge of his nose. “Obviously Keith cannot handle you. Whereas your brother is a tamed horse, you are a wild filly that needs to be broken down so that you are more… manageable.”

Snorting and finding the idea of Thomas actually being able to control one, let alone two, LeBeaus laughable she added, “You can go fuck yourself.” Alisa managed to say between the dizzy spells and the blood running down her mouth. “You won’ get Remy’s heart. He’ll never let you have it.”

“Such a tongue on you. If I were you, Ms. LeBeau, I would hold that tongue before I decide to rip it out.” Thomas’s eyes narrowed. He stared at her, his anger clearly there, but he was holding it back. “You are too valuable to me to be killed, yet a problem child to my plans. I will not have you, or Keith ruining my chances of getting my beloved Remy back at my side, again.”

~~~~~

Remy and Logan spent most of the morning in a meeting with Jean-Luc, trying to convince him to "oversee" the DEA's investigation into the disappearance of their operative. Negotiations were going well, until Jean-Luc brought up the fact that familial ties did not count on the checklist to take over another agency's procedures. "Why de Hell not? Dey ain't doin' shit to get her back. Keith was my assignment, I need to clean dis up."



Logan stayed silent and listened to the higher agency complain about being left out in the cold on an important assignment. He always wondered about being a fly on the wall while it happened but, this was not the case to gloat about. His attention caught Remy's anger and Jean-Luc's seemingly indifferent stare and surmised that he would be caught in the crossfire, if something wasn't done soon.



Jean-Luc's office was scantally lit with tall, upward facing lamps as the taller office windows took care of the rest, letting in the bright daylight. His desk was furthest away from the door and seemed to span the length of two large offices combined. At the other end, a brown leather sofa sat buried under white file boxes, filled with old files of one particular case. In between, stood a watchful Logan and Remy, who intermittently, paced like a caged tiger. "Remy, I love you an' your sister de same but, you belong to two different agencies. I jus' can't walk in an' take over, nor can I let you run amuck on deir SOP. Now, unless Keith comes forward an' hands Alisa over, you have to sit back an' wait." Jean-Luc stood behind his desk, holding a folder with no relevance to the situation but, was important enough to be included in his duties for the day.



Logan placed a calm hand on Remy's left shoulder and stepped closer to the desk and did his best to get in front of Remy. "Yer dad's right. As much as I hate bein' the low man on the totem pole, I think we're needed elsewhere." He hinted as well as he could, hoping Remy would get the idea to go look for Keith Ramsey, themselves, and drag Alisa's location out of him, first. He knew how the "big dog" agencies liked to take their time and soak up the media spotlight while going in the wrong direction, and he wasn't about to let Alisa's kidnapping get any more rough on Remy or his father.



"Go home, Remy. Let de DEA handle dis. The more you keep your nose clean about de situation, de more no one can fall back on you. I don't want you on dis case, Remy Etienne. I make myself clear?" Jean-Luc pursed his lips in anger and waited for Remy to use his regular wit to brush the warning off. "Hehn?"



Remy growled his answer of "fine" and stormed out of the office.



As the two left the brightly lit office, Jean-Luc called after them, as a warning, "stay away from dis case, boys!" They were already out of the office as he yelled after them again, "Remy, I'm not bailin' you out again." Jean-Luc sighed and sat down to read the file he had just slammed down onto the neat desktop. He knew Remy was going to do whatever it took to keep his little sister safe and braced himself for the trouble that would ensue.



Logan ran after the longer legged Cajun as the two moved quickly through the building and out, into the courtyard of the agency's plaza. "Stop. Hey, would you wait?" Logan took a breath as Remy came to stop under an adolescent maple tree, surrounded by a raised flower bed and bordered with rounded red bricks.



Remy sat down on the brick and folded his arms, not wanting to hear Logan scold him, also, for his sister's dilemma.



"Look, you and I both know Ramsey would do anything to get you back. He's not interested in Alisa so, I don't think he'd harm her. The DEA won't talk to anyone else but within their own agency and chances are, they'll miss the connection between Ramsey and Alisa until we open up a link for them. Got it?" Logan stood in front of Remy and thought it out while he talked. He knew Remy was going after Keith, whether anyone liked it or not. He also knew that he was breaking his own protocols by not only coming up with the idea but, going along with it as well.



Remy shook his head. "Keith is ruthless in dealin' wit' his enemies. He's in love wit' me, not her. He has no ties to her so, he's gonna view her as a threat. Keith can an' will do anythin' to bring me to my knees an' crawl back to him."



"Would you go?"



Remy's expression flattened. "Not funny."



Logan came closer and placed his hands calmly on Remy's shoulders. "To get you back in and find where he's keepin' her, if he still has her. he's been quiet since your meetin' on the docks. What did his parole officer have to say?"



"He checks in regularly. The P.O.'s an ass, too. No help." Remy sighed.



Logan smiled and sat back to fold his arms. "Most are."



Standing up and walking, slowly, with Logan, to the courtyard entrance Remy cringed at what Logan might think up next for him to do. Keith was a good lover but, Logan was growing more and more on Remy than he was willing to admit openly with the Boston cop. "Anythin' else on your mind?"



"Yea." Logan smiled again. "I had no idea your middle name was Etienne."



Remy rolled his eyes and didn't respond verbally to the fact made.



~~~~~~~



Remy sat across from Keith, in the lobby of a swank hotel. Two low-rise, faux leather chairs and matching sofa had been widely spaced and sat off to one side of the main walkway from the rotary doors to the long, brass and oak front desk. The white, marble floor had been polished so smartly, it made a mirror look dull. Remy stared at the cool green and brown swirl rug, underneath them and waited to calm any unwanted words from his mouth before speaking to the man who sat not five feet away.



"The pleasantries of sitting across from the most gorgeous of people is entertaining, to say the most. Uninformative, to say the least. Perhaps, we should convene elsewhere," Keith leaned forward "for a more private conversation?" It had thrilled him so definitively that Remy called him for a meeting. He had been wondering how long he would have to chase the handsome CIA agent before Remy came to his senses. He lounged comfortably in the small chair, left ankle resting on right knee and both elbows digging into the arms of the chair while he steepled his fingers, catching Remy's slightly turned profile in the center.



Remy finally looked up at Keith and glared, "I'm not here for pleasure, Keith. I want my sister back."



Keith's smile broadened. "Of course you are. I wouldn't deny you that. But first, I think we need a little 'powwow' to get things started."



"Stop stallin', Keith."



"Come upstairs, Remy. It's too crowded down here, for my taste." Keith unfolded himself and stood up, nodding towards the penthouse lift. "You.... coming.... lover?" He had worn a casual khaki pants and pink polo shirt ensemble. Something he knew would be easy for Remy to undress for him. He hadn't bothered putting his boxers on, for a more personal effect. He wanted Remy to notice what he was missing. So far, to his thinking, it was working.



Remy stood up and followed Keith to the lift, stepping inside when the doors opened and standing beside the other man, when they closed. The lift was a private lift that went directly to the penthouse so, should the STOP switch get flipped, which Keith had done once the car had started moving upward, there were three other lifts that were completely independent of the car they were in. Remy stood there, against the back wall, while Keith turned and cornered him against the wall. His expression was blank and he tried to keep it that way.



Keith leaned in and inhaled Remy's musky, Brut cologned scent before leaning in further to run the tip of his tongue long the underside of Remy's smooth jaw. "Still taste so delicious, love. We're all alone, in here. No cameras to spy on us. No-- signals-- to send cryptic data. Shall we get down to business of why you finally came to see me?"



Grabbing the older man by the hips and spinning them so that Keith now stood with his back against the wall, Remy gave in and pressed himself against Keith, locking them in a passionate kiss that Remy controlled. Their groins touched, exciting Keith more. He reached around and squeezed a barely covered cheek, nearly losing himself in the lust that he tried so hard to fight off. Freeing himself from Keith's hungry mouth, his lips traveled down to the exposed neck and continued his assault, driving Keith insane. "Why don't we continue dis in de bedroom, mon cher?"



"Complied." Keith pushed off of the wall, once Remy backed away, and flipped the switch for the car to move again. For the remainder of the ride, Keith attached himself to Remy, snuggling into the broad chest and purring like a love-struck kitten. Snuggling, although enjoying the feel of Remy's warm body against, Keith also took the time to explore the Cajun's tight body, scanning the younger man for wires or a recorder to catch him slipping something to use against him. He smiled as Remy came up clean of both.



When the doors opened, they stepped out into a spacious living room, white polished tile filled the room, with a white shag rug and plush chairs and adorning the far right side of the room. The left was a modern, stainless steel kitchen with wood cabinets and a wet bar, filled with every wine Keith had taken a liking to from his home country of Sicily.



Keith crooked a finger and lead the way into the master bedroom, past the kitchen and the guest bath. Opening the double, cherrywood doors, he stepped aside and ushered Remy inside.



Remy stood just passed the doorway and was taken aback by the vast room. Contrast to the living room and kitchen, the bedroom was blushed with pastel colours and plush faux furs. Soft purple lighting around the ceiling turned the white tile, on the floor, a faint blue while the dim white lights of the ceiling fan dyed the room a more fainter lavender. The billowing comforter had been normally turquoise but looked pastel green. Remy stepped closer to the bed, so that Keith could enter the room. It had taken him by surprise that Keith knocked him forward so that he landed, on his stomach, on the end of the bed. A groan escaped as Keith held him down and worked to divest Remy of his black suitpants.



Leaning over the man beneath him, Keith whispered lustily into Remy's right ear, "I'm going to fuck you, so hard, boy. I'm gonna shove this hard-on right up that tight little ass, and when I come, you'll beg me to come harder. You understand me, Agent LeBeau?" His words growled as he yanked at Remy's clothing, forcing the materials down and then fixating on his own.



A bit taken off-guard, Remy nodded in understanding. He knew Sicilian blood was easily flammable and once sparked, it would burn so hot that a simple, "no" would set it afire even worse. His best bet would be to let it happen, against what his body was screaming for him to do, and wait for Keith to expose his weakness, like becoming tired after strenuous sex, before regaining control. Remy closed his eyes as Keith's tongue slid between his cheeks and wet the very spot that would soon become pleasurably sore.



Keith slid in and pressed his groin against Remy's backside, grating himself with the tightness of his once-lover's body. In all their play, Remy rarely let himself be topped so, Keith was going to move extra slow to enjoy the sensation as long as possible. Leaning down again, Keith inhaled the scent of deep, Cajun musk, letting him know that Remy, too, was as excited as he was. "I wore my special condom, just for you. I had really wanted to feel your skin on mine as I shot deep into your ass. However, I don't know how clean you are, after being with that filthy cop. Do you let him fuck ya, too?" Keith braced a hand on Remy's bare right hip and pumped himself for Remy to answer.



"Oui." A pained reply.



Gritting his teeth in anger as his thought of owning Remy had been stolen from him, Keith thrust in harder, jolting Remy upwards on the bed. "Does he come hard for you, too?"



"Oui. So hard."



Keith fumed and continued his painful thrusts until he couldn't stop his own release. One hand dug his fingertips into Remy's bare hip while the other grabbed a fistful of comforter, next to them, he came. Stars exploded behind his wrenched shut eyes as a picture of Logan screwing his beloved Remy held him in check.



Tears seeped out of Remy's tightly closed eyes, partially in pain and partially for the act that shouldn't have happened as it did. He felt Keith collapse ontop of him and shortly after, remove himself while still snuggling the man underneath him. Remy gasped as it hurt but not the hurt of the sex. Keith's anger and torment had been enough to force a headache into Remy's subconscious and his tried to control his breathing as not to make matters worse.



After minutes of both men lying there, panting, Keith finally rolled off of Remy and stared at the hued ceiling.



"Where is she, Keith? I trade my body for her. Where's my sister?" Propping himself up on his elbows, Remy turned his head to look over at the older man.



Keith stared at Remy through half-lidded eyes, trying to find himself in the young agent's agenda. "What makes you think I still have your precious sister, lover?"



Remy snarled and reached over to grip Keith's tender testicles in a firm hand and gently apply escalating pressure. "I ask again. Where is she?"



Flinching and squirming under the restraint, Keith held out for as long as he could before the pain became unbearable and forced him to scream, "Thomas! Thomas has her. He told me that if I couldn't handle her, he would." He gasped and curled up onto his side as Remy let go and stood up to get dressed. The pink, wet condom filled again with precome. The sensation of Remy's assertiveness was quite the turn on.



Zipping up his pants, Remy couldn't look at his ex-lover. "You lead me ta believe dat she's here, with you. I let you fuck me, hoping ta see her again, an' you tell me dat she ain't even here no more?" Remy stopped and stared angrily at the closed door. "I ain't nobody's frisbee, Keith. When I get Alisa back, I'm taken both of you down," turning to shoot an icy glare over his shoulder, he added, "dead or alive. Understand me, 'lover'?"



Keith nodded, shocked at Remy's tone. He watched as Remy opened the bedroom door and stormed back over to the lift doors.



Remy fumed all the way down to the lobby and continued until he reached the parking lot. Walking to the end of the wet, nighttime lot, he opened the rented sedan door and eased himself down, into the bucket seat on the passenger side. Reaching up his his right ear and removing the brand new, invisible model hearing aid that sent sound signals back to a rewired baby monitor speaker, he sighed and stared at the dashboard. "Got it all?"



"Every last grunt." Logan switched off the makeshift bug and speaker and tucked them into a small carrying case before starting the engine, reversing from the space, and exiting the lot.





Continued.