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Profile of a Mutant Killer	By : Vylet Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 6138 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A/N: Well I was suffering some serious writer's block for over a year now. Here's hoping anyone remembers this. I have managed a teaser to get the juices flowing again. I am trying to do this with all my open fic. Things are getting more intense. The killer makes a mistake and clues will be found. Here is a taste, and hope that my muse isn't fickle.

Feedback is STILL wanted.

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Chapter 7

Wet sneakers thumped the pavement in a frantic effort to escape the madness in pursuit. The boy's lungs screamed for reprieve. His heart pounding against his rib cage like it wanted out. Still the sound of the boots hitting the ground behind him echoed against the bricks. He stumbled as he rounded a corner, almost falling to the ground.

"No use running you little freak. I will catch you." the monster called out. Tears welled in the boy's eyes as he saw headlights. The alley emptied into a street, even this late there was traffic. A surge of hope making his feet move faster the young mutant made for the promise of rescue.

As he prayed, when the boy broke from the alley into the street, his peruser didn't follow. The pounding boots stopping at the edge of the shadows. A filthy curse was all the boy heard as he dashed through the light traffic and made for the bodega on the corner. The bell over the door jingled as he staggered in. His eyes wide and his breath heaving he gasped the need to use the phone.

The old man behind the counter took in the boy's appearance. His mismatched clothing was rumpled and dirty. His hair greasy and matted. But the bright red blood running down the front of his shirt jolted the man into action.

"Good Lord, who did this to ya, boy?" he choked out as he moved around the counter to assist the young man who was beginning to crumple down to the floor. "I'll call the paramedics." The boy shook his head and grabbed the clerk's shirt with one red hand.

"P-P-Pleasss...call h-him. He'll k-know...'" the boy stuttered out through pointed fangs. His fingers grasped around a bent and bloodied business card. He looked pleadingly at the man before he passed out. The man laid the boy down and took the card. The edges were worn and dirty, like it had been in the kid's pocket a while. It was simple and to the point, had a name and number on it.

Remy LeBeau

(914) 555-2178

Unsure of what was the right thing to do the man stared at it for a moment before hurrying to the phone to dial.

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The shrill ring of Remy's cell phone jolted both men out of sleep. Rolling to grasp up the phone, Remy blinked the bleariness from his eyes and tried to read the display.

"Who the fuck is it?" Logan growled from the pillows. Remy flipped the phone open.

"It's da 'mergancy number." he said before answering the call. A few beats went by and Remy responded that yes he was the person in question. As he listened to the man on the other end, Logan noticed his lover's heart rate picked up. The Cajun got up from their bed and began to get dressed, all while telling whomever was on the other end that they would be there shortly.

He waved his hand indicating Logan needed to get up now and asked the man for the address. Sighing, Logan rubbed a hand across his face and heaved himself out of bed. He knew Remy had a good reason for it. Dressing swiftly, Logan grabbed his leather and waited for Remy to tell him what was up.

The cell snapped shut and the Cajun pulled on his duster.

"One of da kids I gave my card to jus' showed up in a bodega bloody and running from som'ting. He told de clerk to call me not da medics." Remy explained as they moved down the back stairs of his safe house.

"Then we're takin' the jeep. No way I am waitin' for a cab. You better call the G-Men." Logan said as they made the street and began to hurry toward the parking structure.

"Way ahead a'you, Cher." Remy replied as he pressed the phone to his ear again.

Hotch grasped for the cell phone on the first ring. He blinked the sleep from his eyes while he listened to what Remy related to him. Pulling the covers back he quickly got up and began to dress.

“We’ll meet you there with medical help.” he responded before ending the call and speed dialing Rossi. The BAU team was roused from their beds and swiftly set into action.

When Logan and Remy arrived at the bodega they found a frantic shop keeper doing his best for the bleeding boy. Remy swiftly stepped in and took over the emergency care and told the man to sit down and breath deep.

“Now, take a mom’nt an’ tell 'ole Remy what da boy said for he black out.” Remy’s smooth voice doing much to calm the man. As he listened, he checked the young man’s pulse and inspected his injuries. Big nasty gash in his side but it didn’t seem to have hit an artery or any organs, that he could tell. He applied pressure and assured the clerk that help was coming and he had done well to call Remy.

While the Cajun was seeing to the wounded, Logan went outside and followed the boy’s scent across the street and into the alley. He stopped when he encountered another person’s trace scent. His lip curled in a snarl as he moved down the dark passage on silent feet. He was sure he had the killer’s scent now. He had been able to tell the boy was a mutant, he had a smell Logan knew well. He tracked the scent for three blocks before he found the scene of the attack. But there was no sign of the attacker. It was almost as if he had doubled back on his path and then vanished. Logan gave an pissed off growl and pulled out his cell.

“Rems, let the G-men know I found the crime scene.” he said and then relayed to his lover his location. He put his phone away and skirted the area. He observed the blood pools and tried to piece together how it had gone down.

It was almost 15 minutes later when he was joined by Hotchner and Morgan. They exchanged greetings and Hotch asked the feral how he had found the location. The Feral grinned showing lots of white teeth.

“I followed my nose.” he snarked and then reached into his jacket for a stogie. Morgan have a laughing snort and turned toward the scene. After lighting his smoke, Logan shared what he had detected. “The kid was most likely tryin’ to sleep over here.” He pointed with his cigar. “And the killer snuck up on him from this side alley, which couldn’t have been easy.” he stated and took a long puff. Hotch’s eagle like gaze bored into Logan.

“Why do you say that?” he asked. Morgan who was crouched down looking at the dirty pile of bedding looked up with a questioning expression. Logan grunted and smiled. There was a soft chuckle behind them making both Hotch and Morgan spring to alertness. Remy stepped out of the shadows and tilted his head with a smirk.

“Dats 'cuz de boy be like Logan, a feral mutant. Hard to sneak up on som’body who can smell ya coming’” he said and then cross to stand next to Logan. The feral reached down and ran his fingers over the blood spattered hand of the Cajun. Remy patted back and shook his head.

“S’ok, cher, de boy is gonna make it. Agnts Prentiss and Reid went wit him to da hospital.” he assured and then looked at the agents. “Tink we can get a description outta him when dey stop his bleeding.” he told the men and then turned back to Logan. “You got his scent now, Wolvie. We gonna catch him fo’ sure.” He shared a look with his lover. Logan raised a brow and gave a small nod.

“Just gotta come across him again. That ain’t gonna be easy, kid.” he replied and they left the agents to secure the scene for CSI.

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The sun was good and up by the time the boy was out of surgery. In the waiting room, the most unlikely visitors sat waiting for the doctor to tell them how he was. Reid was on the phone with Garcia, going over what she could find on the city surveillance footage. Logan sat on a nubby sofa with Remy curled against his side. The Cajun was sleeping, or at least pretending to. He knew his boy hated hospitals, too much like a lab. The Feral couldn’t blame him.

Prentiss returned from the hall with cups of vending machine coffee and a serious look on her face. She set the weak coffee down and nodded to the Feral.

“I saw the doctor heading this way.” she said in a bland tone. The mutants got up, Remy looking wide awake. Reid’s gold eyes widened and he bid Garcia a quick goodbye. They stood together as the man came into view, his face calm but troubled. He relayed to them that the boy came through the surgery well and should recover quickly. He told the agents they would have to wait a little bit before they could talk to him.

“We had to sedate him and it seems to have hit him harder than it should a regular human.” he explained. “So give the poor child some time to wake up before you interrogate him.” The doctor looked them all over before moving on to his next patient.

Reid hadn’t failed to notice how the doctor had seemed protective toward the young man and how he used the word regular human as opposed to normal human as most people would say. He wondered if the doctor had a loved one who was a mutant. Shaking his head he tried to focus on his companions. The events of the night before the wake up call still had him swimming.

What Morgan had confessed and then that kiss. It was all a bit much for even Spencer’s brain to process. Better to turn his energy to the case and deal with Morgan and his feelings later. But for a moment he let his heart thump with the excitement of possibility. He caught Remy watching him with a knowing expression on his pretty face.

The empath hadn’t missed any of the rapid fire emotions the shy genius had gone through. He gave Reid an affectionate pulse and then turned his attention to Prentiss.

“I think Reid and Remy should stay and talk to the boy. He will most likely talk to Remy. Reid, you can be sure to get a cognitive interview if it’s possible. Logan and I will head back to the station and regroup with the others. Let us know what he says ASAP and I’ll have Garcia send a sketch artist down.” She gave them a curt nod and waited for Logan to follow her. The Feral chuckled and wiggled his brows at Reid.

“She’s as bossy as Storm.” he joked and then pressed a quick kiss to his lover’s sensual lips. “See ya in a while, kid.” he said and with a nod to Reid, he stalked after the impatient brunette.

TBC...
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