A/N: This story is based on one of my favourite SpencerRemyLvr stories as well as a scenario that kept my mind busy during quiet times when I was back in Junior High. A VERY, VERY, VERY long time ago.

Chapter 1

The door was open by the time she had walked up the long driveway to the front door and standing in the door way, waiting for her, was Remy.

"Bonjour, Remy. Comment ça va?" She asked tiredly, avoiding his eyes and strengthening her own shields.

"Ça va bien, Cherie. Et tu?" He replied, trying his best to at least catch her eyes even if he couldn't read her with his empathy.

She shrugged in response. "And that, mon ami, is the extent of my conversational French."

"Rems, who's at the door?" A tall young man with brown hair in a boyband haircut asked coming over to them. He was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt and was barefoot.

Remy stepped aside, let the pale young woman in and closed the door. She took vague notice of the fact that he was using a cane and then immediately dismissed him.

"Cher, I would like you to meet an amie of mine and Logan's. Shadow Soul I would like you to meet my amour, Doctor Spencer Reid. "Remy made the introductions with his usual flare, even though Spencer knew he had met her somewhere else before.

He set that particular memory search to run in the background of his mind and looked more closely at her. He noticed the lines of strain around her mouth and eyes, the paleness of her drawn features and the thinness of her body. She was short, probably around five three, weighing no more than probably a hundred pounds soaking wet and her eyes were a muddled hazel-blue colour. He also noticed and recognized the signs of shock in her eyes. He used to see the same look in his mirror after a particularly brutal crime scene.

"Is Logan here?" She asked, a dim kind of hope laced her voice. 'Please, Logan, be here.'

"Oui, Cherie. 'E is in training wit' Fearless." Remy replied, concern clear in his red and black eyes. "Would you like Remy to go an' get 'im?" When she nodded, he looked briefly at Spencer with a question in his eyes. Spencer just nodded and the other man left the room.

After Remy left, Spencer reached out with his empathy and was a little surprised that he got nothing from her. In fact, to him it felt like he would have an easier time trying to get into Fort Knox than he would if he tried to really try to get past her shields. That level of self-protection worried him and he wondered exactly who she was and what was going on.

"Would you like something to drink?" He asked softly.

When she looked up at him with shock empty eyes and she didn't look as if his question had registered in her brain. When she shook her head, he took that to mean that she was politely declining his offer and so, without saying anything more, he led her into his office.

He knew she was there. Had known it from the moment she passed through the gates. Unfortunately, he couldn't go meet her because he was in the middle of a rather intense training session. A few seconds after he absently acknowledged her presence, a pain so intense that it drove him to his knees and stole his breath sang along the link that they shared. It was gone as quickly as it arrived and left him vulnerable to an explosion that threw him a good foot away. He rolled to his feet with the impact.

"Damn it, Wolverine! Pay attention!" Cyclops snapped in irritation.

Wolverine just growled and started towards the exit, much to Cyclops' amazement.

"We're not done yet!" The tall brunette snapped.

"Yeah, well, I am!" Wolverine snapped back. He had a sinking feeling that whatever was going on with her couldn't be good.

He met up with Remy just outside the door to the Danger Room and Remy looked relieved to see him.

Wolverine beat him to the punch. "She say anything?"

"Non, Wolvie. But she don' look good. Penny has her in his office." Remy looked very worried.

There was no conversation between the two men as they went grimly up to Spencer's office. When they arrived, Spencer was at his desk looking over some papers and Shadow was sitting on the sofa staring blankly at the wall. Remy gave a soft knock before opening the door and the two men entered. Wolverine immediately went over to the woman and sat down beside her.

"Hey, Darlin'." He said softly, turning her head so that he could see her face. "You wanna talk about it?"

She made a small whimpering sound and started to shake. He just smoothed her hair and ran his hand soothingly down her back. Remy and Spencer made to leave, intending to give them their privacy, but Logan caught their eye and shook his head. So they leaned up against the door, effectively blocking access to all but the most determined.

"He left me." She said, so low that the three men almost didn't hear her. "He left me for that blue-skinned bitch!" And the tears started to run down her face. Spencer shot a questioning look at Remy and Remy gave him the 'I'll explain later.' look. Logan waited knowing that couldn't be all of it.

"I'm pregnant with his baby and I never got a chance to tell him." And she paused again. Logan gave a low growl of anger and a faint smile graced her face before it fell. And Logan waited again. Knowing that the worst has yet to be said.

"I got a call from the New York D.A's office this morning."

Logan and Remy's eyes widened and Spencer, who had been watching Shadow, noticed that she looked like she was about to shatter into pieces. None of the men pressured her to continue. They just waited patiently.

"He's being let out on parole Monday." She choked out and then she broke down and bawled quietly. Logan took her onto his lap and let her weep into his chest. The look on his face was murderous. Spencer saw a similar expression on Remy's face and resolved to ask him about when they were alone again. He grimaced a little as pain shot through his bad leg.

"Go sit down, Cher." Remy told him quietly. He gave his lover a grateful look and did just that.

Logan, meanwhile, was doing his best to comfort the young woman on his lap. "I've gotcha, Darlin'. You're safe. He's not gonna hurt ya anymore. I promise." He whispered to her, stroking her hair and back soothingly.

The last time that Spencer had seen that kind of reaction was from the victim of a particularly sadistic kidnapper.