Profile of a Mutant Killer

A/N: Confrontation and a secret revealed. Extra special hugs and kisses to Berryblue_girl without whom this chapter would still be unwritten and taunting me. She helped me write it so give her a hoot!

Feedback is wanted and relished.


Chapter 4

Turned out Morgan was right. Logan and Remy were not the ones in danger. The feral reached the man first and yanked him back by the collar.

"You had better put that toothpick down bub, might get ya killed." Logan muttered in a dangerous tone. Remy pulled the girl away and put her behind him.

"Stay wif Remy, Petite." he said and fanned a splay of playing cards in one hand. The cards were glowing an eery fuchsia. Tara pressed against his back, knowing the tall mutant would protect her.

Morgan and Reid arrived just in time to see Logan unsheath one set of claws and pin the man to the wall. Not hurting him but being certain of his full attention.

"Federal Agents. What were you doing to this minor?" Derek said in his best fed voice. Both agents had their guns drawn. Remy gave a smirk as he stepped back a little to comfort the girl. The weasle faced man scowled and looked at them with bulging yellowed eyes.

"I wasn't doin nuthin." he hissed his fist still closed around the switchblade. Tara peeked around Remy and shouted.

"No! He was trying to make me whore for him. He heard about Diggs and figured I was easy pickings." She was still frightened but clearly able to speak for herself. She had vibrant green eyes that glowed. Her long hair now exposed in the struggle was the same spring green as her eyes. Remy calmed her with a patting hand and gave her the shades that had been knocked off her face in the struggle.

"Don' worry, petite, You ain't gonna whore for no one." He sasid his own eyes glowing through his sunglasses. "Dis here connard is going to be changing his vocation." he added with a heavy tone in his usually lilting voice.

Logan held the man with his claws bracketing his neck. He eased the middle claw out to taunt the man with the possible impailment.

"You know who the killer is, bub?" he growled the question. The man swallowed hard and stuttered.

"N-N-No! I got no clue who the killer is!" He began to panic and Logan's nose crinkled as the scent of urine drifted up.

Morgan stepped up and reached a hand to grab Logan's shoulder. In a flash Remy was between them and grasping Derek's wrist.

"We get to deal wif dis, Agent Morgan. Dis be a crime against a mutant." he sated his eyes glittering with seriousness.

Reid's eyes watched the exchange going on and he knew it wasn't going to go well. No way Derek was backing down and Remy's eyes glowed the slightest bit red as he glowered at the muscled agent.

"Hey, everyone, take is easy." he said, his voice cracking. Logan ignored them focusing his intent on the dirtbag in his claws. Remy cursed as Morgan shifted to push past him. In an effort to keep Tara out of the fray, the Cajun gave her a directed push towards Spencer.

Tara shifted back and forth, her eyes moving from the red-haired man to the dark blond. Remy spared her a glance.
"S'ok, Cherie. He'll keep you safe." he promised. Reid's eyes widened as he caught on to the empath's idea. He lowered his gun and held out his hand, motioning her forward. Derek pushed again, despite Remy's warning, and insisted.

"It doesn't matter who the victims are, we're not in the business of intimidating potential witnesses.  So, 'back it up'."

Remy's eyes flashed and he looked at Morgan with a dangerous expression.

"You don't know who you talking to, Mec." the Cajun hissed. Logan's ears caught the change in his lover's tone and the spike of anger whiplashed through their link. Derek's eyes narrowed.  

"Neither do you."  He looked at Logan and said, "Relax those claws, man.  We don't need a lawsuit on our hands." The disgusting guy swallowed nervously, wishing that the mountian man would relax those daggers.

Logan looked over his shoulder at the barking agent and his brows went up. His mouth split in a feral grin, that told Remy nothing good was in store.

"I ain't done nothin' for him to get so worked up about," Logan snapped and looked back at the pimp. "Not like I was tryin' to make him whore for me or nothin;" he said his voice dipping low and deadly. The guy whimpered.

"O-okay, m-man.  I-I get it, man.  I-i'm sorry."The pathetic tone of his voice once again punctuated by the scent of his fear. Derek gritted his teeth, knowing bringing these two in was a bad idea.  They were used to taking the law into their own hands

Tara fidgetted with the ends of her sleeves, just wishing she could leave already, the agents making her nervous. She shifted the weight on her feet.

Remy flicked his hand to hide the deck of cards in a secret pocket, before he moved with Derek as the men stepped toward Logan again.

Reid could tell things were getting out of hand. He reached out to pull the shaking girl closer. His hand connecting with her wrist. Bare skin to bare skin.

There was that electrical snapping in his spine he so dreaded and then his vision was filled with snatches of images.

Tara and the boy, Diggs. running down an alley. They were long past scared and out of options.

Blinking himself back to reality, Spencer looked at her with wide glassy eyes.

"You were with him, when the Unsub took him, weren't you?" His voice a little too loud and harsh even to his own ears.

She gasped, jerking away from the slender man.  Her eyes filled with tears and she stuttered.

"W-what are you talking about?" Tara tried to deny what he was saying and the truth in his golden eyes. She thought he was a regular cop, not a mutant.

Remy's head snapped around and he looked at the pair, Derek forgotten for the moment. Of all the moments for the agent to slip his cool. He grumbled to himself and moved to assist the shaking agent.

Reid was flushed with his boldness and the fact that he not only used his ability in front of Derek, but brought attention to it. Shaking that thought off he focused on the girl.

"I could see it. You were with him, running from the unsub. What happened? You saw him, tell us so we can stop him"

Derek turned at the sound of Spencer's sudden change of tone.  He frowned at the 'I could see it'comment.  

Tara wrapped her arms around herself and felt tears slide down her hot cheeks.  She shrugged, almost sobbing now.

"I-I don't know.  It was dark, I w-was scared." Her alien green eyes welling with tears and her small body shaking.

The girl's fear shocked Spencer out of his tirade. He shook his head and sighed.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. W-We need you to come with us. Just so we can talk about what you know." He winced, realizing he was the focus of the group now. Even Logan was looking at him, greasy pimp held in one meaty fist.

The feral's brow arched high as he scented the flying emotions on the agents and the girl. Remy caught on to Spencer's drift and wrapped hia arm around the shaking girl.

"Don't be a'skeert. I will stay wif you. Dis way dat connard can't git his hands on you neither." he said leveling another harsh look at the man.

"I-I let him die," she cried, hot tears falling fast now.  "I-I was so scared, it's all my fault!" She pressed against Remy, full on sobbing now.

Derek stepped closer to Spencer, unsure of what to say. His eyes flickered from the agnet to the terrified girl. 

"It wasn't your fault, baby girl.  Don't think that for a second." Derek's voice was soft and comforting. Reid flinched at her words and shook his head.

"If there is one thing I know, Tara. His death was Not your fault." he said and Remy caught a look in the young agent's eyes he knew all too well. It was the look of a survivor.

Reid couldn't help the timid step back as Derek drew near. He didn't know what to expect from the man.

Derek decided to give the group some direction.  He turned back to Logan.

"Drag him along, and we'll have a uni pick this guy up for pimping." he said with authority.

Logan wanted to protest but he knew the pice of shit wasn't worth wasting their time on. He jerked the man along as the walked back toward the SUV. Remy was speaking gently to Tara, trying to sooth her with his charm.

Derek watched as the girl's bright green eyes drift shut.  After handing the scumbag off to a uniform, they headed back to the station.

Morgan kept glancing at Spencer, questions in his dark eyes. Spencer seemed to be seething and ignoring his looks. Finally Derek couldn't take it and he broke the silence.  

"Want to explain that back there, Reid?" He asked noticing he used the agent's last name in a sort of defense.

Reid sat stiffly in the seat and stared out the windshield.

"What do you want me to say, Derek? You made it quite clear how you feel about 'my kind' and what we should and shouldn't be 'allowed' to do." His tone was cold and hurt. Derek took a deep breath and sighed.

"I'm sorry. I was out of line. I just...I had a bad experience with a mutant.  But I shouldn't have let that taint others for me." He tried to sound as sincere as he felt. Reid held up a hand to stop Derek, still not looking at the older profiler.

"Spare me the 'I'm-sorry-I-didn't-know-you-were-one' speech. Let's just do our job." he said, feeling his heart break in his chest. He wrapped his arms around his waist and slunk back in the seat.

Logan and Remy watched and listened from the backseat. Both well aware that there was so much more going on than just the words.

Derek slapped himself mentally.  He kept pushing Spencer further and further away, and he didn't know what to do to fix this.  He parked in the station lot and climbed out, ready to punch something. 

Tara woke up and her heart sped up when she realized where they were. Remy felt her panic immediately and soothed her with a warm hug.

"It's ok, Cherie. Dey not gonna hurt you or make you stay iffen you don't want to." his voice was like silk as the charm wove into her mind. "Just need to know what you saw, what you might not know you saw." he said, knowing that was exactly what Spencer had meant.

Logan followed behind Derek, wanting to keep an eye on the edgy profiler. He could smell the anger and confusion wafting off him. Derek took a direct line to Hotch when they endered the station.

"We found a girl who could have some information on our unsub.  We just need a conference room or something for her to relax in.  Spencer had some sort of...connection with her." he said, his voice loud. His mixed emotions at war on his handsome face. Hotch looked a little stunned at Derek's volume.

Tara clung to the Cajun's duster, nervous about being inside the station but perpelxed about not being terrified.

Reid felt his blood run cold as Hotch's keen dark eyes flashed over them and he wanted to sink into the floor. Hotch caught Morgan by the elbow and pulled him away from everyone else. The bug eyed look form one of the officers making the unit chief grit his teeth.

"Morgan, a little tact here." he said and his voice pitched to serious Hotch tone. Reid ran a hand through his hair and tried not to look too much like he was going to burst into tears. JJ was approaching and he did not want to have 'that' conversation right now.

He noticed the empty room and spoke in a voice a little too high and loud.

"We'll be in here." He turned on his heel and fled into the conference room. Derek gritted his teeth, whispering harshly.  

"I 'was' trying!  How the hell was I supposed to know Reid was a mutant?" He sounded pissed off and the tone made Hotch's brows disappear into his hairline.

Derek stormed off slamming into the situation room where Emily and Dave were looking at his with blatant surprise. He needed to look at files, to distract himself from his various warring emotions.

Reid sank down into a chair and put his head on the conference table.

This was the worst thing he could think of.

TBC....