Disclaimer: Marvel owns all X-Men related things, thought I own this fic and the general concept for it.

Rating: T, may change to M, depending on how far I go with the relationships. Rated for language and mature subject matter.

Side Note for ROMY AMV fans: If anyone is interested, go to Myspace videos and search for Rogue Gambit X-Men Evolution videos. Anything by "Care BearKaren" was made by myself. I have made 3 videos for ROMY. 2 are from Evolution, the other is a slideshow of images. Hope you guys check 'em out.

And with that note, on with the story then!

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Out of all the times he had made a pinch in Las Vegas, this, the young thief had decided, was going to be the easiest one he ever had.

"And dey made it look so hard in "Ocean's Eleven"," he commented to himself, gently grabbing the last of the little fabriche eggs and into one of his many deep pockets of his dark trench coat. "Was almost too easy."

He did, however, note that he had to avoid security cameras, learn all the new pass codes, get down an elevator shaft without tripping the sensors, all while making sure security personnel that were on duty 24/7 never saw him. But his eyes were better than any other thief he knew, allowing him to see through any security system they could put against him. They were also more demonic than any human's should have been.

"Now to just make my escape, and we're home free." But as fate would have it, getting out would be harder than getting in. He crept back out of the vault, shutting it as if it had never been opened, and reset the locks, locking the two guards he had knocked out inside, leaving him hours before they would be conscious or let out.

All the cameras were still being replaced by photos of the room from prior stakeouts and getting back to the elevator was easy enough, but getting back up without hitting the sensors would prove difficult. Pulling out his trusted Bo staff, extending it to its fullest length, he found a spot through the sensors that had the littlest chance of his body skimming them. He shot a grappling hook from the end of staff to the bottom of the elevator that had to be 3 flights up and zipped up his trench coat, protecting the pinches, and retracting the cord, pulling him up and out of the sensors. There were a few close calls that caused him to stop and adjust his position before continuing up, otherwise he would have tripped one and the plan would be a bust.

He slid his way up the side of the elevator and to the top of it, catching sight of the ventilation ducts, as planned. He carefully placed his finger over the mesh steel wires, causing them to glow a fiery color before they retracted and disappeared, making a clear and big enough hole for him to climb into. He snuck inside and wormed his way through the systems of metal ducts, knowing that one wrong turn could get him lost for a long time. Every so often as he clambered through the ducts, he'd pass by an opening and see guards and dealers, and even the man in question he was robbing.

"Le batard done even know what's hit him." He commented quietly, continuing on his way, realizing his exit was coming up. With a hard kick, he shot out of the vents and into an already checked empty corridor that had a direct lead to an exit door. Few more feet, a turn around the block and they'd never know the wiser until they found the pinch gone the next day.

He did however miss one small but important thing… exit alarms. Just as he opened his door to freedom, a sharp, loud sound echoed through the casino, no doubt causing a panic to the guests on the main floor. And within 2 seconds, a crowd of guards with bulletproof vests and guns at the ready came tearing around the corner in time to find the very thief faltering at his actions.

"Henri, I'm gonna kill you if I don't get killed here!" he shouted carelessly. He looked back at the guards, hoping that since he was not running yet, they'd only threaten him, not kill him. Just as the guards yelled "FREEZE!", the thief pulled a pack of something out of his pocket. They weren't sure if it was cigarettes or cards, but they didn't lower their weapons. The man they threatened only smirked.

"Sorry, mon ami. Dunno the meanin' of da word," he stated before taking something flat and thin from the pack. All the guards would remember was the glow that surrounded the object before it was thrown there way in amazing accuracy. They were thrown back by its reaction to their vests, an explosion from nowhere throwing them back a good 10 feet down the hall.

The thief took his chance and got out of the door as fast as humanly possible, only to have back-up guards soon dashing after him, not at all the stereotypical fat and lazy security guards the media poked fun of. These were serious and hard trained men that would take down anyone that mess with their boss, and that included murder.

The thief ran down the street and into a random alleyway he could easily slip into without being noticed, but wouldn't take the risk in stopping for fear of being caught. He kept on running, realizing they had not lost him yet. He heard the guns being loaded, faster than most cops did. But he had to think faster. A turn or two later, a solid brick wall, most likely over 15 feet tall, was in sight at the end of the alley and the guards would surely kill him if they had a clear shot. He could think of one thing to do.

Grabbing the pack once more, emptying all the contents into his right hand, he turned back sharply, the objects becoming surrounded once more in the eerie glow. As the guards turned the corner he just came from, he ran back towards them, tossing the objects at the guards and causing hundreds of explosions, giving them no time to open fire on him. He missed al the explosion as he pulled out his Bo staff once more, pole-vaulting clear over the men and the explosions surrounding them. He dashed back out into the open streets of Las Vegas, hoping to get lost in the crowds before they or their back up could catch him.

But just as he ran out of the alleyway, he could see a battalion of guards and cops coming down the street, the crowds splitting like Moses split the Red Sea. He ran the other direction, trying to come up with some idea to get out of range before any of them could shoot.

It was at that point, the thief, as well as the battalion, noticed the wind picking up, and not just a gentle breeze either. It became hard for any of them to run any more and could try to hold down their ground, otherwise afraid of being swallowed upwards. Lightening began to strike the ground closer to the guards, scaring them all and distracting them from the thief. He was confused as to where this sudden storm had come from, but was answered as he saw a certain weather witch come into his view, her hands glowing with the power of thunder and lightening.

"De famous Storm come all de way out here to help moi?" he asked as the white haired African woman glided closer to him.

"We had no idea you were the mutant causing all this commotion." She replied, continuing her assault on the guards.

"But if you're here, dat means…" he said, looking upwards at the large black jet, hovering down to the ground. The ramp leading up and into it lowered, as if it had answered his prayers for a safe exit. He got to his feet, eager to get out of there as fast as possible, and boarded the jet, Storm following suit, making sure the men would not follow.

After that, the jet took off in a hurry, the thief barely having time to get into a seat before falling on the floor. It was only then that he noticed a tall slim figure standing over him, looking like they would be ready to punch him in anger.

"Ah knew it had to be you causin' this much of a problem in Las Vegas, ya gamblin', lyin', stealin', Swamp Rat!" she exclaimed, pointing an accusing finger at him as if scolding a child.

The thief slowly got to his feet, facing the woman a clear 7 inches taller than her. He instantly recognized the platinum white streaks that framed her magnolia pale skin. He did however notice the make-up change in his cherie.

"Aw, ya have a pet name for moi now, cherie? I'm honored." He replied, taking her gloved hand in his, bringing it to his lips and kissing it lightly, noticing the blush that crossed her face before her ripped her hand out of his grip, "And I must say, I like the new look. La rouge compliments ya eyes wonderfully, 'Rogue'."

"Save it, 'Gambit'," Rogue said to the Cajun, turning her back to him and getting back to her seat only to have him take the seat next to her and giving her a handsome smirk, "What is it with you and fahllowin' meh?"

"Can' help it. Ya too belle not to follow." Gambit's comment only causing Rogue to sigh and roll her eyes, turning away and looking out the window as they made their way back to the Institute.

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Well there's Chapter 2. I know it was a quick write and it is short. But I have work early tomorrow and I really wanted to write this chapter. After all, its my idea of how Gambit and Rogue reunite after Cajun Spice.

Side Note: In X-Men: Evolution, if anyone else noticed, Gambit does speak with his Cajun accent, but not as thick as the original animated series. He also doesn't refer to himself in third person in the series. So on that note, yes, he will use the occasional French and "cherie", but his accent will be no heavier than Rogue's.

Anyways, comment, suggest, but don't bash please.

Until next time…