Profile of a Mutant Killer

A/N: This chapter is about introductions and the team getting to know the
mutants. As before, This is slash, there will be sex and lots of it, just not in
this chap.
I Will Take Liberties.
I will try to keep the characters in character while molding them to fit my
story.
thanks again to BerryBlue_girl for brainstorming with me.

Feedback is wanted and relished.

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Chapter 2

When the BAU jet landed there were two black Bureau SUV's waiting for them. They
split into two groups and headed for the precinct station. The traffic was
hectic and Emily calmly drove the SUV that held JJ and Rossi. In the back seat
JJ pulled out her cell and hit the speed dial for her home. After a few rings
the line was picked up by her husband Will.

"Landed safe, cherie?" His honeyed voice filled her ear with his thick southern
drawl. Her cheeks warmed and she turned her head toward the window. Her white
blonde hair fell forward to curtain her face as she spoke softly.

"Yeah, we are heading for the station, how's everything there?" She asked. Will
chuckled and shifted the phone on his ear before assuring her that he and their
2 year old son were just fine.

"Big case?" he asked as she gave a little sigh.

"This is going to be sticky media wise, we are working with two of the X-Men."
She said and gave a little snort. "One of them is from your neck of the woods
too." she added. There was a long silent pause on the other end and Will cleared
his throat.

"JJ are you talking about Remy LeBeau?" he asked, his voice sounding tense. JJ
sat up a little straighter and pushed her hair back, catching Emily's eye in the
review mirror.

"Yes, that's his name. Do you know LeBeau?" She raised her voice so the others
could hear her. Emily and Dave exchanged looks as he turned down the radio. Will
made a low sound and muttered in Cajun French.

"Yeah, my daddy and his daddy were....associates." His tone was heavy and gave
her a sense that the subject troubled him. "I know him, we have crossed paths,
more than once. The LeBeaus are one of the most powerful old Cajun families in
N'Awlins." He had shifted to the speech pattern she recognized as his business
tone. When they had first met him on a case in the Big Easy, he had sounded just
the same.

"Anything you can tell me that could help us to work with him?" she asked,
feeling unsettled by his shift. Will drew in a deep breath.

"Remy has had a difficult life, I know things he probably doesn't want shared."
He sounded troubled. JJ pressed him for more. Giving in, Will went on.

"My daddy helped him when he was really young." JJ sat back in the seat and
listened as her husband related a story that broke her heart and gave her
sympathy for a man she hadn't yet met.

By the time they arrived at the station, she had a lot more knowledge on the
X-Man known as Gambit than Garcia had dug up on her computer.

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While setting up a base of operations in the conference room at Dunlow's
station, the team listened to JJ relate what Will had told her.

"As you know, Will's father worked the sex crimes devision for New Orleans PD
for many years. When Will was a teenager there was a case that got very personal
for his father. A young street kid who had a horrible time because of his
mutation." The pale blonde held the team enrapt. "He has very unusual eyes.
Black sclera with red pupils. They got him into no end of trouble with
superstitious people. He was doing whatever he could to survive. Including
stealing, con-games and... hustling." The last word coming out in a whisper. The
team's faces were masks of pity and pain at the thought of what the child had
suffered.

"Was there some reason Remy's father didn't stop this?" Hotch asked, his
piercing dark eyes hooded with seriousness. He had read the information Garcia
had dug up on the mutants they would be working with. He recalled reading
something about Remy's father coming to NY to find the X-Men. JJ shrugged and
licked her lips.

"He was orphaned at birth because of his eyes. The LeBeaus are his adoptive
family. Will said his father had only shared a little of what he knew. Remy was
in abusive foster care for the first six or seven years of his life. He ran away
and then wound up on the streets. By the time Will Sr. came across him, he was
almost twelve. It broke the detective's heart that Remy was so alone. People
called him 'Diablo le Blanc'." Her pretty face was sad.

"White Devil." Reid's hushed voice pitched in, translating the name without
hesitation. Rossi leaned on the table with both hands and gave a deep sigh.

"That's why Xavier said he would understand the kids in this case. He was a
persecuted mutant street kid." The agent's dark brown eyes were reflecting both
anger and understanding. While he understood the Professor's choice in sending
the Cajun, he hated to exploit the kid's horrible past. Hotch nodded in
agreement of both what Dave said and what he didn't say. JJ was quick to respond
to the heavy looks.

"But Will's father got him off the street, found someone to take him in. A
powerful man." JJ said and looked up at Hotch with careful eyes.

"His name is Jean-Luc LeBeau." Hotch said and flipped through the paperwork he
had printed out. Reid scrambled for his as well. His stutter wasn't from nerves,
just his incredible mind moving father than his mouth.

"H-He is a man of standing and w-wealth. The first LeBeau r-recorded as a land
owner in Louisiana was in 1779 coinciding with th-the influx of French Acadians
from Canada..." Reid's voice pitched to excited as he rattled off the history of
the LeBeau family, according to public record.

He was interrupted by Hotch, who added that there were sealed FBI files that
even Garcia couldn't break without clearance. He suspected that Jean-Luc had
friends in VERY high places. JJ felt her cheeks warm. She had felt that there
was something to the story her husband told her that he didn't want to share.
Something about the reason his father and Jean-Luc were associated.

"Will wouldn't tell me the story behind why his father knew Jean-Luc but I think
there are facts there he isn't happy about." she said and folded her hands. "He
said that later, once he was working as a beat cop, he encountered the teenage
Remy more than once. Hence the rap sheet. He said that in addition to his eyes,
LeBeau has an ability that can make things, objects, explode. He cautioned me to
be careful when talking to him, something about a silver tongue with words and
getting people to go along with what he wants."

While JJ talked, Garcia got her computer link up running. She searched for more
information about Remy's adoptive father. She got caught in a web a circle by
several false leads before she hacked her way through. Her eyes grew wide and
she interrupted the conversation.

"Jean-Luc LeBeau is rumored to be the head of a secret guild of world class
thieves." she said sounding curiously excited. Reid leaned over her shoulder,
reading the screen faster than she could. Derek smirked condescendingly.

"So this 'Gambit' is a thief, trained by the best in the world. And we aren't
arresting his muti ass why?" He sounded condescending. Spencer shot him a very
hard look. The genius's gaze looking over the dark skinned man and wondering if
he realized the hypocrisy he was displaying

"You seem to be far too comfortable with the use of a racial slur." Spencer's
voice was sharp and more than a little angry. "I doubt that kind of attitude is
going to go over well with these two men." He rarely criticized his team mates
but Derek was being an ass. He felt his heart break at the mounting evidence of
Morgan's prejudice. Their eyes locked in a glare if silence.

Everyone felt the air between the two men crackle with tension. Hotch frowned
and gave Rossi a weighted look. It was unlike the two agents to be so
adversarial. It proved just how tender this case was going to be.

"Morgan, we need to remain civil here. I would like you to refrain from using
those kinds of terms while we are working this case." Hotch eyed the man with a
raised brow. Morgan was put out by the reprimand but he nodded his head curtly.

"Understood." His tight reply increased the tension in the room. Reid looked
angry and hurt but he didn't have further comment.

Sitting across the room, Emily silently observed the whole exchange. She began
to wonder at both Morgan's rudeness and Spencer's defensiveness. A thought
bloomed in her analytical mind but she kept it to herself.

The heavy air was fractured when a cautious female officer stepped into the
room.

"Agents, the X-Men are here." she said a little breathlessly.

All seven heads turned to the large glass window that looked into the squad
room, to observe the approach of a striking pair.

Remy LeBeau was a tall lanky figure in a long trench coat. His auburn hair
pulled back in a loose tail at the back of his head. Dark shades sat on an
aquiline nose, flanked by high chiseled cheekbones. He had a sensual mouth that
seemed to be in a perpetual crooked smirk.

Next to him, Logan Howlette looked physically the opposite. Broad, muscular and
hairy. He wasn't unattractive by any means. Thick black hair in a shaggy cut,
bright blue eyes watched from under heavy dark brows. His hands fisted at his
sides. He was dressed in jeans, tee shirt and a leather motorcycle jacket.

"Say what you like but one thing I have noticed," Emily said, standing from her
seat and crossing her arms. "The X-Men are, for the most part, hot as hell." Her
words were seconded by Penelope's hoot and JJ's agreeing grunt.

Reid was silent and found his mouth suddenly very dry. His golden eyes darted to
the side, taking in Derek's response to the pair of mutants. Morgan's jaw was
set and so tight, a muscle was twitching in his cheek. He looked like he wanted
to punch them.

"Ok, let's remember that they are here to help us." Hotch said and stood as the
men came through the glass door.

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When they walked into the police station, Remy had to squelch the inbred
instinct to turn around and run away. Willing himself to follow his lover, he
kept his sunglasses on and let Logan do the talking. They walked up the stairs
and asked the officer at the desk where they could find the FBI agents.

After some muttering and big eyed looks, as well as out right scowls, the cops
delegated Officer West to take them to the conference room. She smiled nervously
and waved for the pair to follow. As they walked toward the mostly glass room,
Remy leaned in to whisper, in a voice only his lover could hear.

"Dis gonna be inter'sting." Logan snorted and kept his eyes on the seven people,
who were now turning to stare at them.

His animal senses straining to collect all they could on these strangers. There
were three women and four men. The females all very attractive and bore an air
of confidence.

He turned his attention to the four men. The first grabbing him was the tall man
who's posture and pressed black suit screamed FBI. He had black hair and eyes to
match. A stoic face and controlled body language, told the feral, this was the
leader. Logan thought his tie might be a bit too tight. Next to him stood a
petite woman with long white blonde hair.

The female agent gazed at them with big blue eyes and she looked sweet but Logan
could see an edge to her. Her attractive form accented by her tasteful skirt and
blouse. She was very pretty and appeared self collected. On the other side of
the imposing figure of the unit chief, stood a striking dark haired women with
impressive body language.

There was no missing the strength in the brunette who stood to face them with
arms crossed. Her demeanor reminded Logan of Jean Gray. Dressed in a sensible
suit that looked like a female version of the leader's. She wasn't a woman who
took shit.

Behind her stood an older agent with olive skin and Mediterranean features. He
looked cagy and studied Logan just as closely as the feral did him. He had a
suit jacket over a button down with no tie. Everything about him told Logan he
was a senior agent with clout. He had a small curve to his mouth that made the
feral nod almost imperceptibly. An unspoken sign of respect.

Logan's nape prickled as he looked at the dark skinned agent with the impressive
physique. He was dressed in black jeans and a tight shirt that showed off his
imposing build, on purpose Logan surmised. Shaved head, dark brown eyes and a
deep scowl told Logan that he was going to be a problem of sorts. Clearly he
wasn't interested in working with a pair of mutants. Still he was an extremely
handsom man.

The colorful woman at the computer was a real character and buxom in all the
right ways. Her red lips were spread in a huge smile and she looked like she was
wiggling in her chair. The fact that she had bright green streaks in her hair, a
purple polka dotted dress and platform heels, told him she wasn't a regular fed.

The fourth man made Logan almost smile. Physically, he bore a resemblance to
Remy. Tall, slender and almost too pretty to be a boy. But where Remy had a
trained fighter's toned muscles, this man did not seem like the physical type.
His long golden brown hair was a little unkempt but looked soft. His matching
honey-hazel eyes were almost too large for his face. He was dressed in frumpy
neutral clothing that hung on his narrow frame. Long elegant fingers twisted the
unfortunate tie nervously. Logan felt the beast within him respond, an urge to
protect the fragile looking young man.

Pushing through the glass door Logan came to a halt and nodded his head at the
leader.

"Agent Hotchner?" he asked in a smoke graveled voice. Hotch nodded his head and
held out a hand to Logan.

"Yes, thank you for coming, Mr. Howlette." he said with a business like tone.
Logan gave a very firm grip and shook his head.

"Just Logan." he said and waved to the Cajun at his side. "My partner, Remy
LeBeau." The thief stuck out his own hand and smiled dazzlingly.

"Jus Remy, please. Iffen you say Mr. LeBeau I look roun' for my pere." He oozed
charm. Hotch shook his hand and was surprised by how strong he was. The unit
chief turned to his team and introduced them.

He pointed to the pretty blonde and she stepped forward to shake hands.

"SSA Jennifer Jereau, our media liaison." She smiled at the pair and kept
sneaking looks at Remy. Logan stifled the urge to snort.

"Nice to meet you, Please call me JJ." Her sweet tone was pleasant. Hotch turned
to the older man just behind him.

"SSA David Rossi." he said. Rossi shook hands, telling them he was glad they
could assist. Hotch motioned Emily forward.

"SSA Emily Prentiss. " She shook their hands and held a calm and curious
expression. Hotch gave Morgan a cautioning look before continuing.

"SSA Derek Morgan, expert on obsessional crime." he said and Morgan simply
nodded to the mutants. Hotch waved to the pair at the computer.

"Dr. Spencer Reid, our expert on everything and Computer analyst Penelope
Garcia." The words were barley out of his mouth before Garcia pushed past
Spencer, to grasp Logan's hand in a vigorous shake.

"It is beyond amazing to meet you. I think I might pee my panties." She gushed
and then latched on to Remy's hand as well. The Cajun laughed and it sounded
like silk.

"Easy der petite, you gonna sake Remy's hand off and he kinda need dat." He
teased and made her blush with the intimate way he smiled at her. Reid ambled
over and gave an awkward wave from hip height.

"Nice to meet you." he said and tucked a lock of hair behind his ear. "Most
people call me Reid." Logan made a point of moving to shake the young man's
hand, just to get closer to him and get a scent. His pack instincts still saying
that Reid was one to protect. Once Remy extracted his fingers from Penny's grip,
he waved casually to the pretty doctor.

"Nice to meet y'all." he drawled and hooked his thumbs on his belt loops. "Wish
it were for somting more pleasant" he added and then smiled the dazzling smile
again.

"Why don't we all take a seat and we can go over what we have so far?" Hotch
asked and motioned to the long table. Logan waited until Remy had selected his
seat and took the one next to him. His hackles were raised at the way Morgan
kept glaring at them. His frown deepened and he tried to focus on what they were
saying.

The details were shared and the photos pinned to the board against the wall. The
two X-Men were distressed to find that they had known two of the victims. Logan
stated that he and Remy did work with a lot of the kids in the city in a sort of
out reach fashion. What they knew of the young men was added to the files.

Remy opened his shields a little to utilize his empathic gift and read the team.
He wanted to know who they were dealing with. It made it easier to stay out of
uncomfortable situations when he did so.

He got a very definite hostility from Derek, attraction from both Garcia and
Emily. Curiosity and caution from the leader and the senior agent. But the
reading he got off JJ and Reid, made him stiffen a little. JJ was broadcasting a
protective but wary vibe toward Remy. Reid was fluctuating between fear and
intense attraction to the both of them.

Something else tickled at the empath's senses, it came from the slender doctor.
It felt almost like when he tried to read the professor or Jean. He cocked his
head toward the good looking young man. Reid caught the look and his pale skin
flushed pink, his eyes darted toward Derek before looking down at his papers.

Remy's smirk deepened. That was an interesting bit of information. When the
pretty agent had looked at the dark skinned man, the affection he felt had
blazed so hard it was almost a color. Almost bright smoldering red.

While the profilers shared their observations about the psychology of the
killer, Logan did some observing of his own. The aggression in Morgan was
something he understood. He knew the man was an alpha like himself. There would
be posturing until they found a compromise, much like Logan and Scott had done
when Logan arrived at the manor. That is, if the agent could get past his
prejudice.

When Spencer got up to outline the geographical profile he was building, Logan
couldn't help the admiring of the boy's rather adorable little butt. He turned
to catch his lover's eye and Remy winked back at him. He also caught Derek's eye
and the agent looked like he wanted to skin the feral. Logan hid a smirk, that
was a twist to the dynamics.

They traded some ideas about the victims from what both men knew about mutant
street kids. While Rossi and Logan got into a conversation about base motives,
Remy got up to join Reid at the board. He stood less than two feet from the
fidgeting man, his shaded eyes studying the images. Spencer twiddled with a pen
and then looked at the handsome man with an open face.

"You can t-take your glasses off, i-if y-you want." he said in a hushed voice.
Remy gave the young man a crooked smile and then pushed the glasses up on his
head. The profiler couldn't help the awed expression he got, remarkable eyes
gazed at him now unshaded. He blushed suddenly and looked down.

"I-I didn't mean to s-stare, they are just very b-beautiful." he stammered and
let his hair shield him. Remy bumped his shoulder into the doctor's.

"Tanks, mon amie." he said, trying to put the nervous man at ease. Behind them,
the others were brainstorming about the crimes. Remy's attention returned to the
images and he frowned deeply. "De all so young and lost." he murmured. Reid
nodded and frowned a little.

"I can't imagine how h-hard it must have been f-for them." the profiler mutter
quietly. Remy gave him a glance and patted the slender man on the shoulder.

"De fact dat you care enough to tink about it, dats more den most would." he
said and smiled crookedly.

The conversation continued. Remy and Logan were able to give some insight to the
life the kids must have lived. It was determined that there had to be a routine
the victims had kept to. For the unsub to have had the time to do what he did to
them.

After about three hours of going over the information they had at hand, Hotch
decided that they needed to check out the crime scenes. Logan suggested they go
with some of the team to talk to the street kids.

"We might be able to get some of 'em to talk to ya. Unless they know yer not
gonna bust 'em, they're more likely to bolt." he offered. During the talk, he
had gotten several hard looks from Derek but he ignored it. If the agent thought
Logan was intimidated, he was sadly mistaken.

Hotch thought for a moment, he hadn't missed Derek's dark looks but he needed
the agent in the field and working with these men. He had to trust that Morgan
would buck up and do his job.

"That could be very helpful, Logan. I'd like the both of you to go with Morgan
and Reid, try and talk to some of them. Emily, you and I will go to the latest
crime scene. Dave, I need you and JJ to answer this request for information from
the Mayor's office." He gave his orders and then turned to Garcia.

"Keep digging and following what you can on these victims." he stated and then
stood from the chair. "Stay in touch and we will meet back here." He knew
sending Morgan with the mutants was going to ruffle some feathers but he
couldn't send Derek to the mayor's office. And frankly, he needed a break from
the tension building between Morgan and Reid.

Spencer looked a little dismayed but gathered his things quickly. Remy exchanged
a look with his lover and they both smirked. As they waited for the agents,
Morgan pulled Hotch to the side. Remy guessed the hostile man was protesting
being saddled with the mutants. Reid slipped a weathered messenger bag across
his chest and stood with them, still fidgeting. Remy felt bad for the man's
nerves and tried to spark some conversation.

Before he could get past the list of remarkable doctorates the young genius had
to his name, JJ tapped Remy on the arm. He turned his face to her and smiled.
The agent took a deep breath and tried to smile back.

"I wanted to thank you both for helping us in this. Also, my husband sends his
regards." She watched the man's face as he raised a sculpted ginger brow.

"And who be your very lucky husband, Cherie?" he drawled. JJ cocked her head and
raised a brow of her own.

"William LaMontagne Jr." she said and watched the mutant's face. It was
impressive, he showed no reaction except a tightening of his jaw. The Cajun gave
a little laugh and bowed his head to her.

"An honorable man to be sure." he said, his accent smoothing out for a moment.
"Please give him my returned regards and tell him I was very sorry to hear bout
his daddy."

Remy felt exposed. This woman was married to someone who knew far too much about
the Cajun's sordid past. He could feel the weight of Reid gaze as the agent
watched him as well. Remy knew that she had shared what Will told her with her
team.

Needing to be away from their piercing looks, Remy pulled at Logan's arm. The
feral turned from the conversation he was having with Rossi and Prentiss to look
at his lover with a scowl. Seeing the pallor of the boy's face, he switched from
irritated to concerned.

"What is it, Rems?" he asked softly. Remy shook his head.

"Want to get on wit dis, me." he said and the feral felt the boy's anxiety plus
along the empathic link they shared.

"Ok, let's go wait for 'em outside." he said. He turned to the wide eyed agents
and told them he and Remy would be outside. Reid felt a little dismayed at
Remy's retreat and jumped to follow them.

"When Morgan is done," The young man frowned deeply. "Tell him to meet us out
front." he snapped. He was so irritated with the way his team mate was behaving.

Trotting down the stairs behind the mutant pair, he watched their body language
and surmised that they were more than friends. They were lovers.

He could read it, in the way Logan's hand hovered over the small of Remy's back
as they moved through the door. In the way the Cajun's lanky body leaned toward
Logan's muscled one. Sighing in envy, he followed them to the sidewalk and
wondered if he and Derek could ever be like that.

He had heavy doubts.

TBC...