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 arrived the next day, on time, and looked around for a young woman wearing what she described on the phone to him. Gathering his bag from the go-round, he slid the strap over his right shoulder and spotted her across the room. She hadn't seen him yet as she was still looking towards the plane so, he smirked and decided to walk up to her and whisper her name in her ear.

As Alisa turned around, she wrapped her arms around him and pressed her body to his, whispering into his ear, "Dis landing might be full of his men so, start snugglin, cher." Her hair was down in long, auburn waves and the floral sarong with turquoise bikini top had let her blend in to the surroundings.

She was tiny- tinier than Remy, but Logan obliged and wrapped his arms around her and pretended to nuzzle her neck while whispering his conversation. "Remy said he has alot of 'dogs.' You see any here?" She smelled wonderful, almost like Remy but, more fruity and floral.

Pulling back to look at him, Alisa smiled and shook her head. "My my, Remy say you handsome but, I never thought dat you'd be a knock-out." She leaned in for a kiss and whispered, "Two by de door, bad tourist disguises, guns under left arms." Kissing him and angling her head so that she was watching the two men who were nonchalantly watching her, she kept the kiss until they finally lost interest and left the building. "Mmm, good kisser, cher." She smiled. "Come, we take a taxi around town, I fill you in on de details."

Logan looked around. "They still watchin us?"

"You'd better believe it."

Logan followed her outside and stood there as she stepped to the corner and hailed a taxi under the rounded, long canopy. He sized her up from toe to head, pausing at her backside a moment, before clearing his throat and looking up just in time to catch her turning around to smile at him. Smiling back, Logan stepped forward to open the taxi door as it had pulled up behind her. "After you, darlin."

Alisa smiled and winked. "Merci, cher."

They had driven up and down the coastline, and around through town, as she explained what was going on. Logan had remained silent and took mental notes at the sights around him.

"How much does he know of you, already?" Logan asked, curiously.

Alisa thought for a moment. "All he knows, is dat my beau is comin' today. Dat's all. I could be anyone else dere is but, unless we're standin' side by side, you can't tell dat Remy is my brother. Bein' Cajun don' have not'in ta do wit' it." She blinked and tapped on the window between them and the driver, motioning for him to pull over. "Home sweet hotel on de beach." Smiling, Alisa paid the driver via a small toggle drawer that opened from the back of the front seat, and glanced to the street to her left, before opening the door and stepping out.

The street wasn't as busy as the day before but she hurried around to the pavement, where Logan stood, and waved him into the sand. "De room is a ways in but, still close to de street. C'mon."

Logan closed the trunk lid and followed her over mounds of golden sand to a row of cozy bungalows.

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Remy opened his eyes some time in the afternoon. He was alone in the bed, and the room was dark. He blinked and took a deep breath as he turned his head toward the window to see Keith sitting at the table, smiling at him. "You sleep dere all night?"

"Yes, I didn't want to risk hurting you. How do you feel?" Keith stood up to stretch before walking over to sit on the edge of the bed. He had been in and out of sleep all night and was a bit sore from sitting in the chair.

Groaning and pushing himself to sit up, Remy yawned and shrugged. "A bit sore but, alright." Favouring his left arm, Remy looked around the rest of the room. "Time is it?"

"Two o' clock." Keith reached a hand up to rest on Remy's left cheek as he leaned closer for a kiss. "Are you hungry? I will bring you some fruits, or oatmeal, or whatever you wish." He smiled again, genuinely glad to see Remy was alright, for the most part. Letting his hand travel down Remy's chest, he was stopped at the fold of the bedding by Remy's hand and a cautious look. Holding his breath as if a bit hurt, Keith sat back and changed the subject. "I'll go get you something to eat. You need your strength." Sliding off of the bed and standing up, Keith turned back to blow a kiss to his lover and tell him to lie back and rest before slipping out of the room.

Remy smiled and leaned back against the wall as Keith left. His mind thought of what to do next. He knew he had to find out just what Ramsie knew of their time apart before he went into any of the cozy details. He lay there a for a long while before getting up and staggering into the bathroom. Relieving himself, he was half done when he heard the door open again and his name being called.

"Remy?"

Waving a hand out the door, Remy flushed and moved to the sink to wash his hands. Not looking at Keith, who came to stand behind him, Remy turned off the water and dried his hands before turning to look at his lover.

"I picked up some fruit and vegetables and a few bottles of water. How do you feel?" Keith placed a hand on Remy's back.

"Okay." Strolling over to the bag that sat on the table, he peeked in and shrugged at the contents. He flinched as Keith came up behind him again and wrapped his arms around his waist. "Don'-- Jus- don't. Not now." Remy moved away and headed back over to the bed.

Keith watched him and turned around to watch Remy sit down on the side of the bed. "Is there anything I can do?"

Remy shook his head and groaned as he lay back down.

"I tell you what, why don't we just hang out here, and watch some TV. And I promise, no phone." Keith held his phone in his hand and wanted to go over and help Remy but, he knew Remy would shove him away.

Shooting a "yea right" look back at Keith's idea, Remy shook his head. "Dat never works. Always somethin' comes up."

No sooner had Remy finished his sentence than Keith's phone rang. Shrugging and sighing, he answered the call but kept his eyes fixed on Remy. "What?" Looking away from his lover, Keith's expression went blank as he looked like he was being told something unbelievable. "Alright, I'll meeting you there." As he looked back at Remy, he couldn't hide the confusion in his face fast enough and knew the Remy had sensed something wrong. "Hey love, uh- I'm sorry to do this to you but,--" Crawling up onto the bed and laying down to Remy's left, he stared up at Remy with a hopeful look.

"Go." Sounding monotonous, Remy hated it when Keith begged. He stared the the television screen, eventhough it was off, and couldn't wait for Keith to quit pestering him.

"Are you sure? I might be gone a few hours."

Nodding, Remy closed his eyes and opened them again to feel Keith's lips press against his.

"I'll leave the extra phone with you, and check back in a while. Answer for only me, okay?"

"Keith, go. Hurry back."

Crawling to his knees, Keith kissed Remy again and let it linger before slipping back off the bed and pausing at the bag a moment. reaching in, he pulled out a small bottle of water, pain medication and a bag of baby carrots. Opening the bottle of medication and shaking two tablets into his hand, he walked back over to Remy and handed them to him before the bottle of water. He took the bottle of water after Remy had a swallow or two, and placed the two bottles and the phone on the nightstand. "Rest well, love." When he stood up again, it was for sure the last time as he walked to the door and blew a kiss back at Remy before closing the door and going to hail a taxi.

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Logan opened the bathroom door and stood in the doorway in only a towel, and found himself staring in awe at Alisa. With the way she stood in front of the lamplight, auburn hair hanging low as she tilt her head to watch what she was doing with her skirt, he could have sworn it was Remy for a minute. Clearing his throat, he stepped forward and opened his mouth to speak. "Uh, is there someplace special we're goin' for dinner?"

Fixing her buttons on her skirt, Alisa tossed her hair back over her shoulder as she looked up at him. "Hm?" Her pastel red bikini shone darker in the light but made the pale yellow in her skirt seem white.

"Dinner? How should I dress?" Logan had to force himself to repeat everything just so he could keep track.

Alisa smirked and turned to fully face him, as she had been standing at an angle. "Well, I t'ink you gonna need a bit more dan a towel, cher. But, whatever you feel comfortable in." Picking up her brush from the bed, she began even strokes until her hair was soft enough and neatly tucked behind her shoulders.

Logan nodded, "comfortable." He moved to rifle through his bag and find some comfortable pants and a cool cotton shirt. Glancing back up at her, he raised an eyebrow as if to ask her to turn around, and was surprised to see her busying herself with peeking out the window to look for their target. Dressing in a hurry, he finished just in time to have her turn around and smile at him.

"Ready?"

Slipping on his boots, Logan checked himself one last time and then nodded. He grabbed his cowboy hat and followed her out the door and up to the boardwalk. "Suppose he spots us?"

Alisa smirked and hooked an arm around his as she snuggled up to his left side. "Don' worry, my contact at de cafe says he's been dere for an hour, talkin to some guy. We're just out to see what we can see from de shadows."

They ducked into the corner of a brightly lit hut for drinks and small talk. Alisa filled him in on what he missed about her contacts and what they had found out while he was in the shower. As they sipped their drinks, they each looked over the other's shoulder from time to time, hoping to see Ramsie strolling by either alone or with someone.

Alisa had made him laugh a few times by offered up information about Remy, seeing his eyes dance with excitement as well as amusement. "His nickname when he was younger was 'Gambit'. Poppa was always callin him dat, 'cause he usually cheated at cards. Most of de time, he lost."

"Gambit, huh?" Logan mused. "Is that his only hobby, cards?"

"Non. Remy likes water-skiin, fishin, and talkin." It sparked Alisa's amusement to see Logan so interested in her big brother. Granted Remy was only a few years older than her, they had maintained the normal sibling playfulness and rivalry that close siblings had. She had found it particularly amusing that it was an older detective had the hots for her younger, but older, brother.

Logan laughed to himself. "He likes talkin, huh? Must have to put a quarter in him to get him to yap. He never spoke more than a couple sentences, back in Boston."

"He only yaps if he knows ya. Sometimes, he'd talk 'til de sun come up and go back down. When he gets goin, believe me, makes ya wish you were deaf!" Alisa took another sip of her drink and smiled to herself at how much Logan was enjoying the conversation about Remy. "Tell me, you like Remy more dan ya started, no?" She knew he caught on to what she was hinting at but, wanted to hear him say it.

Logan blushed and rolled over several images of his few weeks, in a suite, with Remy. "Well, a flawless record, smart, handsome young man like that would be a monster if he didn't have people fallin all over him. But, I ain't sayin' anythin' until we solve this case. He's still the CIA brat that screwed up my bust in that warehouse."

Alisa smiled at him as she knew how he felt, without even hearing it. She found it adorable and cleverly intriguing that Logan was trying his best to be discreet with his crush on Remy. Her smile faded as she spotted the man they had been waiting for, over Logan's right shoulder. "Dere he is."

"What's he doin'?"

"He's comin' outta de cafe. Callin' someone on his phone."

"That's it?"

"Yea, pretty much." Leaning over, Alisa followed Ramsie's movements as he stepped off of the curb and headed for a small hut that served stir-fry dishes, away from them. "Goin' for some food, now. Still on de phone, too."

Logan sighed and watched her as if reading her, searching her body language to figure out what Ramsie was doing. "Now what?" It was killing him that he couldn't turn around for fear of attracting unwanted attention.

Looking back to Logan, she summed, "He hung up."

"Big help that was."

Alisa smirked and went back to watching Ramsie, reciting plays of actions.


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