Jean stood before the holding cell perplexed. She checked the schedule again to make sure she hadn't missed something; no, no one had schedule time with her patient right now.

So why wasn't Logan in his cell?

There were no signs he'd broken out; the force field was active there were no new claw marks on the walls, floor or ceiling.

So where was he?

She contacted the other doctors who were authorized to see him, but none of them knew where he was either. For a moment she considered sounding the alarms, but Logan wasn't subtle, if he had escaped alarms would already be sounding.

She headed to the commander's office, if someone was running tested on Logan and had forgotten to update the schedule they would still have to have advised him. His secretary wasn't at his desk so she knocked at the door. She entered when instructed to do so.

"Commander," she started as she opened the door, "do you know who took . . ." She stopped as she saw the person sitting behind the commander's desk. He had white hair and a thin face. He was wearing a white suit and looked at her with piercing grey eyes.

"Can I help you?" he asked.

"I'm sorry, I was looking to talk with commander Black."

"The major was called to Washington for an emergency meeting, I'm running this office while he's away. I'm director . . ."

"Lehnsherr, yes, I know," Jean interrupted. "I'm sorry, I'm just surprised I wasn't informed he was gone."

"That's alright. It's simply a pleasure to be recognized. The major should be back in a few days. Is there something I can help you with in the mean time, doctor?" The man stood and indicated the chair facing the desk.

Jean hesitated a moment before sitting down. "Grey, Jean Grey I'm part of the psychology department. I'm trying to find out where one of my patients is."

The director reached behind his ear after she said her name. "What is the patient's name?" he asked as he sat back down.

"Logan," she answered. She was familiar with the gesture. Most of the high ranking people in the AMA now relied on mind shield technology instead of their training so every time they dealt with a telepath they had to make sure they were still wearing it.

"Ah yes, I had him transferred to the Indiana office."

"Why? I'm sorry, but why wasn't I informed? I'm in charge of his case."

"There was no time to inform you. He had to leave on the same helicopter I arrived in. As for why I transferred him? He's been under your care for over two years now and according to your reports there has been no real improvement. I think it's time for another team to have a go at him. Maybe different method will produce more results.

"I take it you have no objections."

"I do," Jean said, "but I'll make them through the proper channels."

"Very good," the director said beaming at her. "Since you are already here we can take care of something else. I believe you are involved with a gentleman by the man of Scott Summers, am I correct?"

"Yes," Jean said flatly.

"How well do you know him, with you being a telepath and all?"

"I know him very well."

"Do you read his mind?"

"Excuse me?"

"Surely you've caught a stray thought when you were intimate, or maybe sometime curiosity gets the better of you and you just look."

Jean jumped to her feet and slammed both palm on the desk. "Look, I don't know how you do things in Washington. Maybe you let your telepath dig around other people's minds wantonly; maybe that's why the lot of you are using mind shields now, but here we don't. I don't go pilfering through every mind I meet, and *if* I did happen to catch a stray thought, then that wouldn't be any of your damn business." She turned and headed to the door.

"Actually *agent* Grey, it is if I have reasons to believe that your boyfriend has dealings with the Renegades."

She spun on her heels. "Scott would never support those terrorist."

Director Lehnsherr simply held a manila envelope in her direction.

Jean hated not being able to catch even a stray though from the man. If she could she would at least have an idea of what to expect. His body language was relaxed his face was firm, but didn't hold any malice.

Reluctantly she came back to the desk and took the envelope. Out of it she took a dozen large prints. All of them showed Scott among a group of Renegades, one even had them shaking hands. She didn't recognize the individuals but the colorful uniforms didn't leave any doubt as to who they were. The Renegades loved attracting attention on their missions. As she looked through them Henry's warning came back to her.

"Now," the director said, "I ask again. Do you know anything about Mister Summers' interactions with the Renegades."

Jean looked him right in the eyes. "No, I don't," she outright lied to him.

"Alright," he said after studying her for a moment, "Then let me remind you that as an Agent of the AMA it's your duty to report to me anything you overhear that could relate to this."

Jean flung the pictures on the desk. "Where did you get those?" she asked not bothering to hide her anger.

"They were brought to my attention by your chief of security."

She walked out of the office on hearing that and stormed through the building. The only warning most got that she was coming through was a compulsion to get out of the way.

She entered the security office and set herself in the middle of it looking over the half dozen people working at the monitors. She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at the back of the head of the woman in the central chair.

"Raven Darkholme," Jean said gravely, "we need to talk."

Raven looked over her shoulder quickly and then did a double take at the expression on her friend's face.

"Guys, take five. I'll get you when it's safe to come back."

The five men looked from Raven to Jean once and quickly exited.

"Please tell me you didn't do it in the hope I'd breakup with Scott."

"Do what?"

Jean studied her friend for a moment. "Director Lehnsherr just showed me pictures that make it look like Scott is supporting the Renegades. Tell me you didn't try to break us up so you could go after him."

"Why would you even think that?"

"Because it wouldn't be the first time you've gone after a guy who's already taken."

"Come on Jean, you know me better than that. I go after the bad boy, not the good guys. And even if he was my type, he's my best friend's man, I'd never even consider touching him."

"Then why?"

It was Raven's turn to study her friend. "Because it's my job to report any security breach; someone went through a lot of trouble to hide them on our server. I had to report them. I didn't know they would make it all the way to THE Director. Look if you don't believe me just read my mind."

"You know better than to say that," Jean said as she rolled you eyes, "and I do believe you. The accusation just came as a shock. Do you know who's been spying on Scott?"

"Yes, I do." Raven admitted after a moment of hesitation.

"Who is it?" Jean asked. "Come on, I'm not going to hurt whoever it is, I just want to know why they did it." She said when Raven remained silent.

"It was Tom," she finally said.

"OK, where can I find him?" Jean asked.

Raven looked at her in surprise. "You know where he is."

Jean obviously had no idea who she meant.

"Tom, *our* Tom, you know," she then whispered, "Henry's boyfriend?"

"What?" Jean didn't give her time to add anything, she left the office to track him down. Raven sent a text to her right hand man letting him know they could come back as she followed her friend.

They found Thomas in the lower hangar supervising the unloading of equipment from the train. She walked around the crates to make her way to him.

"Jean, Raven," he exclaimed just before reading something of a crate and writing it in his PDA. "What takes you this far below the city?"

"I need to take to you," Jean said, "in private."

Thomas looked at her for a moment before looking around. "Mallory! Take over the supervising, and try to find out where crated twenty-two to thirty-eight came from. I can't find a requisition order for them." He then led them to an empty meeting room.

"What can I do for you two wonderful ladies?"

"You can tell me why Director Lehnsherr showed me pictures you took of one of Scott's meeting and then accused him of being a sympathizer." Jean could tell he knew what she meant by the feeling of discomfort coming from him.

"How did he get them?" Thomas asked.

"I found them," Raven said.

"I wish you'd told the commander about them instead."

"Tom, the commander's your dad. I couldn't go to him so I sent it to the PA office. I didn't know they would make it all the way to the director."

"So you know you didn't photogram Scott supporting the Renegades," Jean said.

"Of course I do," Thomas answered, "He was giving them his speech about leaving the group and working in society."

"Couldn't you just have deleted them?"

Thomas shook his head. "Deleted files would have looked even more suspicious. This way dad and I figured everyone you just think they were attached to a different report. We didn't think anyone would have a reason to go looking for them."

"I didn't go looking," Raven said in her defense, "I just saw a discrepancy in the index table and looked into that."

"I don't care about that," Jean said, "what I want to know is why the director's making such a big deal out of this."

"Because he's being an asshole. He's trying to make you suspicious so you'll start spying on him. The director has his hands in a lot of operation which deal with the Renegades. He's probably frustrated with Scott interfering with them."

"Should I tell Scott about it?"

"No. You can't tell him anything about AMA operations, just like you can't tell us anything of what you know about what Scott is planning."

"How do you and Henry deal with it?"

"By not talking about it."

"I'm starting to wish I had that luxury," Jean said with a sigh.