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After The Case	By : SisterWine Category: X-men Comics > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1819 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Keith paced the penthouse floor, one hand on his hip while the other entertained his chin in worry. Walking to the sliding glass window that led out to the balcony and back to the door, he had wanted this whole ordeal to be over so that he and his love/CIA agent/hopefully former CIA agent could get on with their lives in bliss. Turning and taking three steps back to the window, the hotel room door opened and made him stop and turn again. "Well?"

The two, beefy-looking, but well-dressed, "business associates" looked quite dishevled while holding onto a thin-framed, baseball jerseyed individual that had been rendered unconscious for their own safety, between them. As the dark-haired one on the left closed the door behind them, the other held the person by the arm and awaited further instructions. He had also placed a small burlap potato sack over the individual's head so they wouldn't wake and see where they were before Ramsey had questioned them. "We got the Cajun, boss."

"Yes, I can see that. It looks like you've just barely got him." Turning away from the two men, Keith waved a hand over to a small plastic chair on the other side of the room, and told them to place the prisoner there. A burning sensation curled his loins as he was finally going to get to talk to Remy- without interruption- on his own terms. That is, unless his lust for the male LeBeau didn't overtake his thoughts.

To the left of the door was another door that led to the bedroom but, to the right was the living area complete with sofas, a plush white faux fur rug and a large screen television tuned to the CNN channel. The glass rectangular coffeetable had been pushed to one side of the large oak entertainment centre to avoid being broken.

Placing the prisoner in the chair and tieing their hands behind them, the blond, muscular thug paused as there was a moan from underneath the sack as he finished knotting the cord around their wrists. "Comin to, boss." He stood up and turned back to watch Keith stroll over from the middle of the room.

With hands in his dark suitpant pockets, Keith smirked as he thought of the look on Remy's face when he stared up at him from the plastic chair. Coming around to face his captive, he motioned for the blond-haired man to remove the sack and hid a gasp as he saw it was the wrong LeBeau that had been captured. "What is this? I told you I wanted Remy LeBeau not--"

"They were acting under my orders, Keith." An older voice called Ramsey's attention back to the hotel door. Thomas had only walked in a moment before the sack was taken away and was walking towards the baffled younger man. "I told them I wanted to question the agent's sister, instead of letting you have your fantasies with Remy." He stopped a step or two behind the chair and smiled as Ramsey's dissatisfaction continued to grow. "She may be of some use to us."

Alisa's head hung down in weariness but she had been listening to the surroundings for quite some time while appearing to be unconscious. Her auburn hair had been messed and hung in her face while the dried blood on her top lip had managed to glue a few strands in place from her bloody nose the dark-haired thug had given her during an attempt to escape the limo. She had recognised one voice; Keith's, but who was the other voice that sounded older, more experienced in their misdeeds? She moaned again and winced as she raised her head up to look at Keith standing before her.

Keith stammered from being angry at the overthrow. "I don't want LeBeau's sister, I want Remy!" Looking from Thomas to the girl on the chair, he recognised her but couldn't place her right away. Taking her chin in hand and raising her head back up to look at hime, as she had dropped it to ease the pain of her headache, he took a good look at her face and searched his memory for the answer. Keith knelt down and tilted his head to one side before answering his silent question. "The girl from the beverage hut. I knew you looked like my Remy." His eyes caught the dried blood and with his thumb, wiped at it. Angrily, he stood up and turned to his two lackeys. "Who did this?"

The dark-haired thug, who was not as muscular but as big around as the blond-haired man, stepped forward and answered. "She was trying to escape, boss."

Surpressing his anger and reflexes of retaliation, Keith ordered them both to leave the penthouse altogether. Waiting for the door to close before making a move to wash her face with a cool wet cloth he had retrieved from the master bathroom, he ignored Thomas for the time being, caring for his captive instead. "I apologise, my dear. I wanted to speak to your brother, not you."

A deep sigh and a sharp wince as the cool water on her sore lip stung as the cloth wiped away the blood from her mouth. "No matter. Remy ain't gonna like knowin you got me, no matter what de explanation is." Alisa's voice was raspy from all of the screaming she had done on the way over. She had even laughed as Keith knelt before her, finishing up his care on her. Her eyes stared evenly at the young man who's own expression had softened to address the innocent victim.

"I have no intention of hurting you, my dear." Keith smiled.

Alisa was too exhausted and strained from the fight with the two men that had brought her there, also that her hands and ankles had been tied to the chair she was sitting on. She could only manage an angry sigh and a glare at Keith as he remained calm and pleasant towards her. "Den let me go. Keepin me here ain't gonna make my brother like you any more dan he already doesn't."

Keith tried and failed to contain the look of complete hurt from her words, words that he knew was the truth.

Thomas still stood behind the chair and watched with silent vigil as the scene played through, waiting for his turn to be acknowledged. His hands were neatly folded in front of him and his expression level, Thomas stepped forward and around into Alisa's view to address himself. "Hello, my dear. My name is Thomas--"

"Thomas Abrezzio. One of the DEA's top most-wanted men. I know who you are." Alisa sneered. "Ya both want Remy's dick but don't none of ya care dat Remy's a Federal agent."

Reaching out and smacking the already sore feminine mouth, Thomas aggressed his warning to her. "Watch your tone, young lady. That is not a phrase a young woman like yourself needs to be concerned with."

Keith looked up from his kneeling position before her and cleared his throat at Thomas' advancement. "Why don't we try to talk this out like adults, politely?"

Alisa refocused on Keith and smiled as cheshirely as possible. "How 'bout you untie me an' I'll show you just how 'polite' I can be, no?"

"I'm sorry, my dear. That much I can't do. Bad manners for the guest to leave the party they just came to." Keith smiled back and stood up, holding the wet cloth in his hands.

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Slamming the front door to his apartment, Remy ran a hand through his hair and began pacing the length of his living room as he waited for Logan to get there. He had gotten three quick laps before his phone rang. Not bothering to look at the name, Remy flipped it open and growled, "what?" His paces didn't stop as he waited for the other end to start talking.

"Remy, my love, are you upset?"

Remy stopped in midpace and set his stare in front of him as if he were staring directly at Keith, himself. "Release my sister, Keith." His temper flared and he had to contain a growl as the other man disagreed with that idea.

Keith cleared his throat before he answered. "I can't do that, lover. However, I will thoroughly enjoy working out the kinks of the deal before the exchange."

"I said, release her, Keith. I'm not afraid of usin' force." Remy started his fast-moving paces again.

Smiling, Keith had hoped Remy would say something to that affect. "I was hoping you would say that. I always did love you being so forceful."

Remy snarled at the enjoyment in Keith's tone but said nothing.

"I'm sending you a text of an address that I want you to be at, tonight. Come alone and bring something special for us to share." A pause but there was soft movement of material in the background. Before he hung up, Keith added, "Remy, alone means no small, hairy cop that's been keeping your dick warm since I've been away. Got it?"

The anger seethed out of Remy and to prove it, he snapped the phone closed so hard he thought he heard the screen crack as it met the keypad. The pacing hadn't helped but he continued until he heard Logan's knock on the door. "S'open!" he hollered, not stopping the pacing.

Logan opened the door as Remy started his pace back to him. "Somethin' the matter?"

"Oui."

"Anything I can help with?"

"No." Remy was halfway back to Logan on his third pacing when he stopped and turned to acknowledge the other man. "Yes." Remy sighed heavily and frustrated. "Keith is bein unreasonable and only wants me ta deal with. Meanwhile, he could be doin God knows what ta my baby sister and--"

Logan grabbed Remy's forearms. "Hey, calm down a minute. Take a breath. It's you he wants. He wouldn't hurt her unnecessarilly because he knows you'll come to her aid. Correct?"

Remy nodded but didn't look at the other man.

Logan swallowed but didn't let go of Remy's arms for fear the Cajun agent would crumble from visible exhaustion. "Second, the stakes were just raised a bit higher. Thomas Abrezzio was released. The charges against him were dropped due to his file coming up missing. We think he's teaming up with Ramsey to 'finish some old business' as he told his lawyer."

"Meanin' what?" Confusion settled on Remy's face as he finally looked at Logan.

Logan shook his head. "Anyone's guess. His drug trade did go south and all of his assets have been seized so, he'll want to build his empire back up before the Columbians come after him. Since he was using Ramsey as a gopher, he'll most likely want to rectify that bad blood first."

Again, Remy nodded. "He'll go after Keith."

Logan confirmed with a nod. "Instead of saving just one, we might have to save all three. Either from each other, or themselves."

"I just want my lil sister out of de way, first." Remy focused his attention on his phone as he waited for the text to come from Keith. "Why would dey be workin' together to fight over me?"

Shrugging, Logan could only think of one possible answer, "keep your enemies close--?"

Remy moved to sit down on the sofa, cell phone still in hand. He was tired and just wanted to spend the day in the beachhouse, with Logan, and sip mai tais. His phone dinged a text message and both men looked at it.

"What's that?"

"An address Keith wants me to go to, tonight."

A smirk spread over Logan's lips as his idea broadened itself in his mind. "Okay. I'll hang back while you try to get him to tell where she's bein' kept and--"

"Non." Remy stared at the address. "He said come alone. I ain't puttin' 'Lis in harm's way."

"How so?"

Remy looked up and met eyes with Logan. "Meanin' I know what Keith is capable of. We play dis out by his rules so no one gets hurt dat don't need to. Ca va?"

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The car stopped outside of an empty warehouse, on 4th Street. The only light close was what Remy's headlights emitted. A yellow street light, a block away, blinked in a random pattern as the loud horn of a tug boat sounded, announcing the passage of a large barge it pulled. He looked in the direction the sound came from but all he saw was darkness and little movement. Leaning against the shut driver's door, he sighed and waited for Keith to show. The sigh turned into a yawn as it had been a long day and was still getting longer with every hour he waited.

It was just after 8:30 when Keith pulled up alongside Remy's car and silenced the engine. He stepped out and left the door open, fixing his suit jacket before addressing Remy. "Alone, I suspect?" He smiled as their eyes met, overtop of Remy's car.

"Where is she, Keith?"

Keith looked around for any human movement. "Safe. Come back to me and I'll set her free."

Remy shook his head. Walking around to meet Keith between the cars, he growled in anger of Ramsey not cooperating. "Ain't here to play games, cher. I'm a Federal Agent an' yer a hopeless romantic for de wrong person." His voice carried over the distance as a plane engine sounded somewhere behind them. He stopped just two feet from the other man and kept a flat expression on his face to make sure Keith wasn't reading the mood wrong.

Laughingly, Keith reached up to stroke Remy's hair. "We made love at the top of the Empire State building, on Valentine's Day, and when you came you swore that you would rather die than ever leave me. You loved me that much. And now, you tell me it was all a joke?" Their eyes met again.

"It wasn't a joke. It was my job."

Keith's temper flared but he didn't show it to Remy in the slightest. "Who is the real criminal, here, Remy? What I do is peanuts compared to the hearts you and your kind use and then carelessly throw away on account of 'business'. Yet, you seem so enamoured with putting ME behind bars when you use people in the worst way?"

Remy's tone flattened. "We're done."

"No, lover," Keith half-smiled and stepped closer as if to kiss Remy. Instead, he placed his hand on Remy's left shoulder and kneed him in the groin. "Now, we're done." Letting go and backing off, Keith turned and opened his door. He bent over to retrieve something from his dash. A government file. Straightening, he tossed the file at the ground, in front of Remy- who was still at his knees from the recent injury- climbed into his car and drove away.

When Remy was able to breathe without tearing up, he scooped up the file and read the name on the flap. The phone rang in his left pocket. Reaching in and slipping it out, he opened it and gave a breathy, "oui?"

"Everything okay?"

"Yea. Just collectin' my breath." With an exhale, away from the phone, Remy stood up and hobbled over to his driver's side door. "We need to talk."

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