It was two in the morning and Rogue was sitting in her marriage bed alone, again. For the past two weeks she had hardly seen Remy and when she had, he had been distant and sometimes even rude. She had no idea what had caused this sudden change but she would be damned if she was going to let it continue. She jumped out of bed and rummaged through her suitcase for a pair of sweat pants.

She finally found a pair and pulled them on over her sleeping shorts. She found a pair of gloves and pulled them on before walking out the door. She walked down the dark halls until she saw a light on in the kitchen; she crept closer and peeked around the corner. No Remy. Inside was Henri's wife Merci; she was heating up a bottle with their 3 month son on her hip.

Rogue snuck past her as she ventured on into one of the many dens the mansion had to offer. She peeked her head in and saw the back of Remy's head. He was sitting with his back to her throwing cards into an empty trash can. He stopped and turned his head to face her, his expression was blank but Rogue could see the disappointment behind his eyes. He turned back around to resume his card throwing.

Rogue let out a growl of frustration before storming into the room and standing between him and the waste basket. "What the hell is your problem?" She demanded with her hands on her hips.

A look of shock passed over his handsome features before disappearing into his poker face. "Don' know wha' ya talkin' 'bout." He said, leaning back into the armchair.

"Bull shit." She snarled crossing her arms over her chest. "Why have ya been avoiding me for the last two weeks?"

"Been busy." He said nonchalantly as he began flipping a card between his fingers.

Rogue raised her eye brows and turned to look between him and the card filled waste basket. "Oh yeah, Ah can see that." She said sarcastically.

Remy didn't respond and kept his eyes on the card twirling between his fingers. "Whatever." Rogue said as she grabbed his arm and brought him up out of the chair.

"Wha' are ya doin'?" He asked trying to get his arm out of her strong grasp.

"Stop bein' a jerk an' jus' tell me what ya problem is." She said, but he managed to wriggle out of her grasp before they left the room.

"Dere aint no problem Rogue jus' go ta bed." He said as he walked past her and down the dark hall.

"Fine, if that's the way he wants ta play it then let the games begin." Rogue muttered darkly to herself. She watched his retreating form until he disappeared around a corner. Rogue crossed her arms over her chest and pivoted on the ball of her foot as she turned around and stalked back to their bedroom. If he didn't want her here then she would leave.

The next morning found Rogue throwing everything that was hers into the suitcases she had brought. Her plan was that she was leaving, she had prevented the Assassin Princess from marrying the Prince of Thieves, her job was done. So she was going back to New York where people actually wanted her. She zipped up the last suitcase and opened the door dragging them behind her. She was thankful for the small favor that she didn't meet anyone on her way out to her car.

She packed her bags into her trunk and plopped down in her car. She gave one last look to the mansion before she started the engine and pulled away from the house. She hated to admit it but the thieves she had promised to hate had actually grown on her and she was going to miss them. What she hated more, was that she was disappointed that no one was going to stop her from leaving, and when she said no one, she really meant Remy. She pulled out of the mile long drive way and took a right toward the freeway. She just wanted to get out of Louisiana as fast as possible.

She had been driving for about 10 hours when she finally pulled into a motel in the state of Virginia. It was a dingy old thing but she had stayed here before so she knew she could count on hot water and clean sheets. She paid the man behind the desk and went to her room on the second floor. She laid the bag she had brought in with her on the bed. She unzipped it and pulled out an over sized hockey jersey before stripping down to her panties and pulling the night shirt on.

Rogue crawled into the bed and cut the lights off. She was exhausted from the long drive but for the life of her she couldn't go to sleep. She had the worst feeling that something bad was going to happen soon. She sighed and closed her eyes again hoping that this time she would drift off to sleep. No such luck.

XxX

Henri walked into the kitchen that morning to find his brother sipping on his morning coffee. "Mornin'." He said the sleep still in his voice.

"Mornin'." Henri replied. "Where was Rogue goin' today, saw her leave earlier?" He asked Remy, pouring his own cup of coffee.

"Dunno." His brother said before yawning.

"Wha' do ya mean ya dunno?" Henri asked before taking a sip of his coffee. "How can ya no' keep track o' ya wife?" Remy just shrugged, and suddenly Henri was worried. For the last week or so he had noticed Remy avoiding Rogue, going so far as to not even sleep in the same bed as her. Merci had told him about the fight they had had last night and then he, himself, had seen Rogue pack something into the trunk of her before leaving.

"Remy," He said carefully causing his brother to look up at him. "Are ya sure Rogue hasn' left?" He asked him and then elaborated at the look of confusion on his face. "Fo' good?"

"Nah, she probably went shoppin', ya know how femmes are." He said but Henri could see that it didn't even convince him.

"Ah saw 'er loadin' somet'ing in de trunk o' 'er car, how sure are ya dat she didn' jus' take off?" Henri asked taking another sip of his coffee.

Remy looked down at his coffee silent for a moment before he got up and left the kitchen without a word. Henri shook his head, those two were perfect for each other and neither knew it. Their marriage would be the death of him and Remy was going to owe him if he had anything to do with it. He downed the rest of his coffee before putting the empty mug in the sink and walking out of the room. Some recent Intel about the Juggernaut had come in late last night; rumor was that he would be trying his hand at Rogue's demise soon.