Title: Profile of a Mutant Killer 1/?
Author: Gothabilly13
Type: Crossover AU- Criminal Minds and X-Men
Pairings: Morgan/Reid, Logan/Remy
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds Fandom or X-Men Fandom, I make no money from writing these stories.
Summary: There is a serial killer in NY who is killing mutants. The BAU team is called in and asked to work with two mutants from The X-Men.
Warnings: Violence, Murder, Sex, SLASH M/M sex, Pre-Slash, Romance, Hurt/Comfort, Language, more warnings in later chapters
A/N: Ok this is AU, Let me say it again AU. This is a Criminal Minds/X-Men crossover.
In this world mutants are not in comic books. The X-men are sort of sanctioned by the shadowy side of the government to deal with mutant related crime. Mutants were made public about twenty years before.
In this world mutants and humans are close to race war. In NY a serial killer is killing mutants. The BAU team is called in to work the case, in an effort to do this quickly and with as little media circus, they are joined by two of the X-Men.
For those of you who do not know the X-Men or Criminal Minds, I will provide links.
Wolverine: /wiki/Wolverine_(comics)
Gambit: /wiki/Gambit_(comics)
X-Men: /wiki/X-Men
Criminal Minds: /wiki/Criminal_Minds
Things to know, Remy LeBeau is a Cajun thief with a thick accent. I write him with this accent. So it's not misspelling :P
When Logan's eyes go gold, that means he is giving over to his feral side, the animal within him. It's kind of like a split personality the way I write it.
This is slash, there will be sex and lots of it, this me we are talking about.
I Will Take Liberties.
I will try to keep the characters in character while molding them to fit my story.
Feedback is wanted.
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Chapter One
Cara Simons walked swiftly down the corridor. A prim figure in sensible slacks and clean lab coat. Her nondescript brown hair tied back in a simple bun. Her wire rimmed glasses perched on a pert nose. She had a worry line creasing her brows and she absently returned the greetings she got from passing officers. She held a sheaf of papers and photos in her hands. She knew this was stepping beyond her place but someone had to take notice.
Cara had been working as assistant medical examiner in the Manhattan ME's office for three years now. She had seen a lot of things that couldn't be explained or forgotten. Evil and violence that couldn't be rationalized. Tragedy and heartbreak that crushed most people's spirits.
However, when she first began to see this violence directed clearly in the name of bigotry, she had felt her soul chill. How could anyone be so cruel to kids who couldn't help what they were?
They didn't ask to be mutants.
In the twenty years since the X-Gene had been discovered and made public, the conflict between regular humans and Mutants had only gotten more prevalent.
Cara was not a mutant or a mutant hater. She thought there had to be a way for the two sides of humanity to coexist. When she found the a fair amount of the cops that her office worked with were either indifferent or hostile to Mutants, she knew she needed to find another avenue for mutant victims to get justice.
She had made contact with a well known member of the mutant community, Dr. Henry McCoy. Geneticist and X-gene physiology expert. She knew he was a part of the group known as the X-Men. The only form of policing most of the Mutant community seemed to recognize.
Whenever she came across something unusual in her work or her volunteering, she let Henry know. Last year, she sent a young girl to Charles Xavier's school, in the hopes that she would find a safer home there. Henry assured Cara that the girl was doing well and thriving.
Now, she was faced with the biggest crime against mutants she had seen in her career. This trumped the pimps, slavers, drug pushers, blatant haters and petty thugs. This was twisted and evil. Someone in NY was killing mutant street kids. And doing so very viciously. Seven boys so far, all between 15 and 20. All dark haired and physically, obvious mutants.
So far, none of the detectives on the force had caught on to the series of murders. She knew she had to bring it to someone's attention and quickly. This killer was moving fast. Seven dead in two months.
She stopped before the door and looked at the name plate. Captain Michael Dunlow. Taking a deep breath, she knocked and prayed he wasn't in a meeting.
There was a pause and then the rough voiced called for her to enter. Cara stepped into the room. Michael Dunlow was man in his fifties but looked older. The years spent dealing with the worst of humanity had taken its toll on his face and posture. His mind however, was as sharp as a tack. He looked at her with curiosity and motioned her to have a seat. She sat down and fiddled with the files.
After a beat of awkward silence, he prompted her as to why she was there. Looking him in the eye, she squared her shoulders and explained her theory.
At first, the police captain was skeptical. But, as she laid out the seven photos on his desk, he had to admit, there was a link between the cases. One would have to be blind or ignoring it to not see the very evident pattern of a serial deeply, he scratched his jaw and nodded his head.
"Thank you, Dr. Simons, I can see this is a series and has been over looked." he said, eyeing his empty coffee cup and frowning. Cara stiffened and cocked her head.
"I believe it was over looked because mutant street kids are pretty much non entities to the general public- and a portion of the police force." She sounded bitter, she knew that but it made her so angry. Dunlow nodded his head and held up a hand.
"Yes, Doctor, I know how the average cop on the street feels about mutants, I'm not blind. I won't let this be ignored." he promised the young woman and held out his hand for the files. "I'm calling in the FBI. This might be beyond our detectives. But don't tell them I said that. " he admitted and smiled a little. She gave a nervous laugh and handed over the files..
"Thank you, Captain." Cara said, feeling greatly relieved he believed her. She shook his hand and then made her exit. Cara knew he was a good man and a good cop. But she also knew he worked for the bigger machine. She thought, to really find this killer, they would need more than the FBI. They would need someone who understood these kids and what they were going through.
When she got back to her lab, she sat at her desk. Booting up her computer, she clicked the icon that would call Henry's video phone. It was the way she usually spoke to the mutant Doctor, he was so often engaged in something he needed his hands for.
After three buzzing rings, the screen sprang to life and Henry MaCoy's blue furry face appeared before her.
"Cara, my dear, what a lovely surprise. How are things in the Big Apple?" the doctor's warm voice made her smile. She leaned on her elbow and gave him a pained expression.
"I wish I had better news, Henry." she said and began to tell him what she knew. Henry was distressed at the murders she described.
"Captain Dunlow is calling in the FBI. I think maybe the Professor should get involved with this investigation. This is too serious to leave to the human police alone." she advised and saw the understanding in the mutant's gentle eyes.
"I believe you are correct, Cara. I will take this to Charles immediately." He thanked her for her confidence and they said their goodbyes. Cara sat back in her chair and let out a deep breath.
She had broken several rules and ethical codes by sharing that information with McCoy, but she knew in her heart, it was the right thing to do.
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Quantico, Virginia, FBI Headquarters
The bullpen in the BAU office was buzzing with the usual activity for a Tuesday morning. SSA Jennifer Jareau, walked down the steps with the files for their new case in her hands. Making her way over to the desks where the other team members were gathered, she wondered how intense the case was going to get. This wasn't a normal case. True, everything they dealt with was off the maps of normal police work, but this one was even more unusual. The mutant issue was a hot button that sparked heated debate wherever it came up.
The three Supervisory Special Agents were talking and sharing a morning coffee break. JJ gave a sympathetic look for interrupting it.
"Sorry, guys, But we have a case, a big one." she said and her blue eyes emoted the seriousness. Derek Morgan stood from his seat, on the corner of Dr. Spencer Reid's desk, all business. Spencer gazed at her, curiosity painted his face. Emily Prentiss, looking perplexed, crossed her arms.
"Where?" she asked, knowing the bigger details would come out in briefing. JJ motioned for them to follow her.
"Manhattan, NY." she said crisply and headed for the conference room. "Call Garcia, we'll need her for this." she said over her shoulder. Spencer got to his feet, gathering his notebooks and satchel.
"New York again, maybe I'll get to see more of the city this time." he quipped, trying to lighten the sudden tension caused by JJ's seriousness. Derek gave a tight smile while Emily looked unconvinced of the levity.
"I get the feeling this is going to suck." she said and gathered her own things. Derek sent a text to the computer analyst Penelope Garcia and then followed JJ.
The team assembled in the conference room in a strange silence. They all could feel the weight of the case, without knowing its contents. The unit chief, Aaron Hotchner, stood before the round table and let his eyes roam over each of his agents. They could handle this. If there was a BAU team that could, it was his. He called their attention with a small clearing of his throat and motioned to the unopened files before each of them.
"The high profile this case could generate is going to be a stumbling block in our investigation. I don't have to tell you all how erratic people get when dealing with prejudice." They all agreed and Hotch nodded to JJ.
She pointed the clicker at the large screen, calling up the photos of seven dead young men. There was a collective murmur, as the nature of the case became clear. Each young man shared three things in common.
They were street kids, they were dark haired and they were obvious mutants.
The physical mutations ranged from small blue horns in the forehead, to webbed hands and feet, to a type of mutation referred to as feral. The mutant baring it, having any range of animalistic senses, features and abilities.
Flipping through the file, Spencer felt his heart beat hard in his narrow chest. This was going to be a very difficult case. The division, between mutants backed by human supporters versus humans who hated mutants, was very wide and clear.
Derek listened as JJ listed off the locations the bodies were found and the timeline.
"He is stalking them to be sure. You don't just stumble over muti street kids with these shared traits, seven times in a row." He said as he flipped through the file. He failed to see the way Spencer's spine stiffened at his use of the derogatory 'muti'. Emily was examining the brutality of the violence.
"The unsub is enraged, these mutilations are wild and out of control." She winced at another image. SSA David Rossi leaned back in his chair and arched a brow,
"But the careful posing of the bodies suggests a controlled killer, a need for detail." They mulled over the traits they could read from the condition of the victims. Rossi read through the coroner's report.
"No sexual assault, all violence and rage. He is devolving fast." The senior profiler looked perplexed as he set the file down.
Garcia focused on her laptop, not wanting to see the bloody images on the big screen. These things always turned her stomach, no matter how long she worked for the FBI.
Rather than look at the horror, she was tracing the victims' names and what little she could glean of their short and painful lives. Hotch looked at his watch and then motioned for JJ to change the screen.
"Because of the victims' mutations, we are going to be working with some experts on the subject." he said, his stoic tone quelling the conversation. "Garcia." He nodded and she clacked some keys. The screen flickered and then cleared. The image they saw was of an older bald man sitting at a desk in an elegantly appointed office.
"Professor Charles Xavier." Hotch said, his tone conveying respect. "Thank you for meeting with us so quickly." He introduced the team to the man on the screen. They all recognized his name, if not his face. He was the most vocal and effective member of the mutants who were fighting to bring peace between humans and mutants.
Charles smiled calmly. His benevolent demeanor reminded Spencer of Jason Gideon. He felt a small pang of melancholy and squelched it. No point in dwelling on the loss of the best mentor and only real father figure he'd ever had.
"Thank you for being so open to collaboration, Agent Hotchner." Charles said in a smooth cultured English accent. "I was greatly distressed to hear of this string of murders and am willing to assist in any way we can." He smiled at the team on his screen and wondered how sensitive they would be to a general scanning. Dismissing the thought just as quickly, he focused on the matter at hand.
"I am sending two of my X-men to assist you in the investigation. Both are familiar with the youths who live on the streets and have other knowledge and skills that I believe you will find useful." he said and the unit chief's cell phone chimed with an incoming text.
"That will be the information you need on my men. Logan Howlette and Remy LeBeau." Charles explained. The mention of Logan Howlette made the team share an in-drawn breath. "They will meet you in Manhattan." Charles explained and folded his hands on the desk. "Please keep me informed and do not hesitate to avail yourselves of the resources we have to offer." He was being generous and Hotch wondered what he was trying to conceal.
"Thank you, Professor, and we will be sure to keep you in the loop, as much as investigation allows." Hotch replied and then signed off.
While the video conference was going on, Penelope was clacking away on her keys. She pulled up the public files on the X-Men and their members from Hotch's phone. She gathered some basic information on the two men they would be working with. Her penciled brows rose and she looked up at Hotch, biting her painted red lip.
"These guys are two of the most well known members of the X-Men." she said and sending the information up to the now dark screen.
"James 'Logan' Howlette, military background, some fairly simple accounts of his past, I will have to look deeper into that. Been a member of the X-Men for over fifteen years. Known for being the enforcer of the mutant team." She made a grimace and cursed in Japanese as she hit another dead end in the information. She changed over to the other name.
"Remy Ettienne LeBeau. From New Orleans, has a rap sheet." Her blue eyes grew round and she typed faster. "Looks like almost everything was either dropped or never followed up on." Derek snorted.
"Huh, he must have friends in high places." There was an edge to his words that all of his team caught. Derek might be a difficulty in this case if this was his tone. Garcia ignored his snarking and went on.
"Most of this is between the ages of 17 and 23. After that, like Logan, his past gets simple and far too basic." She made a determined face and flipped her fingers like mad. "He is on the FBI's watch list." she said then her mouth gaped open as she hit another wall, her screen was filled with a flashing bar reading 'Access Denied'. Her pretty face twisted in a frown.
"I can see someone has been controlling the information about them. I will look deeper into it." she assured her boss. Rossi leaned forward on the table and made thoughtful sound.
"What are their 'abilities'?" he asked and received a couple of odd looks. Reid made a small gasping sound and ran a hand through his long wavy hair.
"Even I know about the X-Man called Wolverine, Dave." he said, causing a chuckle to run through the team. Rossi frowned at the young man and cocked his head.
"Humor an old man." he snarked and Garcia began to read off the Official X-Men information page.
"The Wolverine, gifted with the ability to regenerate and heal from almost any wound. A feral mutant, he has enhanced senses and, due to illegal mutant experimentation on him against his will, has a skeleton fused with Adamantium. He produces three, foot long, bladed claws from each fist. As Adamantium is the hardest metal known, this makes him almost unstoppable." Garcia shivered and rubbed her knees together. "I've had a crush on Wolverine since I was a kid." she confessed with a giggle. Derek gave her a dark look.
"He's a glorified vigilante." he said and shook his head. Hotch gave the man a strange look. "Don't get me wrong, I have no issue with mutants, I just don't think we should let them run around in tights and pretend they are police." he shrugged and then caught the fleeting pained expression on Reid's face.
Damn it, now what had he said?
For a few months now, his friendship with Reid had been strangely tense. He couldn't pin point when or what had caused the tension but it was very palpable.
He knew he was partially to blame, his growing and changing feelings for the beautiful genius, were causing him to behave erratic toward the other man.
Reid seemed to be very jumpy and ready to bolt half the time. The other half, he seemed to be distracted and cranky. Morgan hoped the younger man would give him some clue and soon. This was making him crazy. Now, he had said something that Reid was offended by. He watched the slender young man stiffen his spine and carefully put all the papers and photos back in his file.
"We 'let' them?" Reid questioned in a rather hard voice. The tone caused the team to all look at the youngest member with mixed expressions. His golden brown eyes darkened and he lifted his chin a little. "That sounds rather superior." he snapped, before blushing at the focus on him. Derek's mouth gaped open for a beat and then Hotch cut the exchange short.
"We will be working with these men and we will do our job. Wheels up in 30." he dismissed the team to get ready to leave.
Ried shot from the room like his tiny ass was on fire. Morgan groaned and tried to figure out how to fix this. He had no idea Spencer was so keen on mutants. Sighing, he knew how bigoted that sounded. For all he knew, the kid's only friend growing up was a mutant. He cursed to himself for not thinking before he spoke.
Spencer gathered his go bag and set his desk to rights. He knew if he stopped moving he would start shaking. He couldn't believe what Derek had said. He had thought the man to be more open and enlightened then that.
His heart throbbed a little, as he pondered that here was something else that stood in the way of how he felt for Derek. First and foremost being, Morgan wasn't gay. Then there were the rules of their job. And now, the clear fact that, while not being a full out mutant hater, Derek thought himself better than mutants.
Shuffling toward the elevator, the young agent couldn't keep the dejected look from his expressive face. Emily joined him in the lift and looked him over with concern.
"Hey, I don't think Morgan meant it in a bad way. You know he sometimes sucks at saying what he really means." She tried to comfort him, not wanting there to be weirdness between the two agents. Not on this case.
Reid smiled halfway and shrugged. He knew that she was trying to keep the peace. He didn't blame her for it.
"It's ok, Em. I guess I forget that not everyone thinks the way I do." She laughed at his words.
"You got that right, Genius. I know very few people who can think like you." she teased, managing to pull a real smile from him.
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Westchester NY, Xavier's School for the Gifted
Remy LeBEau leaned against the jeep door with a lazy posture. A billowing cigarette hanging from his lush mouth as he waited for Logan. He wasn't sure about this mission. But Charles had asked, and when he asked, it was usually for a good reason.
Remy hated cops and nevermind FBI agents. The trained and experienced art thief that Remy was, had a natural avoidance to law keepers. He knew Logan wasn't any more excited about working with 'government spooks' as he called them. Remy had researched the team they would be assisting.. They were the experts with the most closed cases, the most accommodations and the most incidents of breaking Bureau policy. That fact and the dead kids were why Remy hadn't refused the mission.
He finished his smoke and tossed the butt away, letting the charge make it explode in the air. His smile grew as Logan came down the walk way. The feral looked pissed off but that wasn't unusual. Something was almost always pissing the burly mutant off.
"Ready to go, Cher?" the Cajun smiled. Logan grunted at the lanky boy and nodded once. Remy rolled his eyes and climbed into the jeep. This was going to be along ride.
Remy chattered for a bit, trying to get Logan to talk but the Canadian was silent and focused on the traffic. Sighing dramatically, Remy leaned his head back and pulled his shades down. His red and black eyes looked at Logan with irritation.
"Iffen you ain't gonna talk, den how we gonna get anyting done?" he asked, sounding very exasperated. Logan growled and finally looked at the Cajun.
"You know why I ain't keen on this mission, Rems." the feral replied and reached out his big hand to catch the thief's slender one. "I don't trust the feds and I know ya got reason to avoid 'em too." he said in a low voice, squeezing his lover's fingers slightly. Remy's heart warmed and he smiled crookedly.
"Don't worry bout it, Cher. We got special clearance for dis mission." the thief said and threaded their fingers together.
When they arrived in the city, Remy directed Logan to a parking garage in the fringes of China Town. The attendant seemed to recognize Remy and directed them to a reserved spot. Logan looked at the lanky boy as they got out, but Remy just shrugged and shouldered his bag. The feral was forced to follow the boy out of the garage and down the street.
Remy looked for, all the world, to be window shopping. He strolled along until they reached a large Chinese restaurant called 'Mr. Fung's House of Noodles'. Remy went in and assumed Logan would follow. The feral stomped after his lover and growled at the assault of smells.
"I ain't lookin fer dinner, Gumbo." he groused and Remy shook his head at the grumpy man.
"When you gonna learn to trust Remy?" he asked and strolled to the back of the dining room. A long bar ran across the back bartender was a stoic Asian man. Remy nodded to him.
"Fung." he muttered politely and Fung nodded back. He waved the men to come behind the bar. Logan's brow quirked but went along. They moved to the storage room behind the bar. There was an exchange between Remy and Fung, all in Mandarin. Logan only picked up a little. He was better in Japanese. Something about security and who had been asking about Remy.
Fung smiled and bowed to them both, before leaving, he closed the door behind him. Logan looked around at the shelves of booze and cases of beer.
"So now what, Cajun?" he asked and looked irritated. Remy winked at his lover and turned to the small door behind him. It opened to a closet. Remy waved for Logan to come with him as he stepped into the closet. Logan glared.
"You wanna stay here, den be Remy's guest. Me though, gonna go get a shower." he said and smiled his wicked smile. Logan stomped over to the closet and squeezed in next to the long body. Remy's smile remained as he pulled the door closed. He leaned in, wrapping his arms around Logan's neck.
"Dis be where you truly grasp what it mean to have de Prince of Teeves in your bed." he purred, leaning in for a long slow kiss. His hand combed through Logan's hair, while the other reached up and pulled the string for the bare bulb over their heads. The closet was plunged into darkness and Logan broke the kiss.
"What are we doin, Rems?" he asked, not getting what his amused lover was up to. Remy nipped at the feral's lip and then turned away from the man to back wall. He pressed his hand to the surface and it shifted, sliding to the side and back. Logan shook his head.
"Ya've got to be fuckin kiddin'." he snickered. Remy tugged at his arm and headed up the narrow staircase. When they reached the top, there was another door. This one had a very sophisticated lock pad. Remy typed in a code and then pressed the whole of his palm to the screen. His hand was scanned and then door opened with a click.
Logan looked at the room they stepped into. It was a nice mahogany office. Books lined the walls and a desk dominated the space. There was a beautiful oil painting of a Louisiana Bayou over the desk. Remy pushed the door closed, typing in another code and then smiled wide at Logan.
"Dis be Remy's hide away." the boy chuckled and led the feral out into the very large flat.
It dominated the whole of the second floor. With a gourmet kitchen, Romanesque bathroom and a full training room complete with sauna and whirl pool. It was a massive and very well protected safe house.
Remy stopped in the massive master bedroom and dropped his bag, he looked back as his lover followed him in. Logan was slack jawed and bug eyed. The expression was so rare it sent Remy in to a fit of laughter. He flopped on the huge bed laughing musically. Logan frowned and dropped his own bag.
He leapt on the bed, pinning the slender body under his. The pretty boy was breathless from his mirth. Logan kissed the full red lips with hunger. Once he had Remy breathless from passion, he pulled back and raised a brow.
"So what the fuck?" he asked, making Remy giggle some more. The Cajun tilted his head and looked so innocent, Logan had to remind himself who the kid was.
"Remy be de Prince of Teeves and his daddy insists on a safe house for the exiled Prince." he said, hiding the hurt he stilled harbored. Logan's calloused hand caressed the soft cheek.
"I like the idea of a safe place for ya to hide." he said, his voice husky with emotion. Remy felt his eyes sting and he leaned up to still the feral's lips with his own.
Logan was well on his way to getting Remy naked, when the cell phone Scott had given him began to buzz. Logan stopped his actions and glared at the cell.
"Fuck. That would be the feds." He sounded really put out. Remy reached up and pulled the mutant back to him by the sideburns.
"Dey can wait a bit." he purred and wrapped his legs around his lover. "We busy." Logan laughed at his lover's bratty tone but was helpless to resist the beauty's charms.
"We're gonna go meet FBI profilers and they are gonna know we been shaggin'." he joked and set about do just that to his Cajun.
TBC...