"Where am I?" Ororo asked without opening her eyes. Logan looked over at her, lying on her side with her arm acting as a pillow, a defeated look to her. She had been unconscious for almost five hours.

"Somewhere safe." Was all he said as he looked out of the semi closed window. She sighed and reluctantly let the world in, the severity of the afternoon weighing heavily in her mind. Jean…dead… It was hard to image, but she saw all of the blood herself, blood as red as her hair. Refusing tears, she sat up and looked around.

It was nighttime, the lights of the city the only illumination available. Ororo watched Logan as he stared at something outside. "What do I do." He turned.

"Let me protect you. Powerful enemies are out there, and they've killed before. As you know." He reminded her, coming to kneel in front of her. She sighed and crossed her legs, and Logan had to remind himself to keep his mind on the case.

"Has anyone you protected ever been killed?"

"Never."

"Please, just keep me alive. I will testify to everything." Logan nodded.

"Good. Where's the disk. Do you have it or know where it is?"

"Yes."

"Does anyone else know?"

"No."

"It's not at your house is it?"

"No."

"Then you can get to it reasonably safe, right?"

"Yes."

"Then that's all I want to know. I can't tell if I don't know." Tears welled up in Ororo's eyes as she realized that was Jean's reasoning as well. And it still got her killed. She watched Logan stand up and stretch slightly. "You'll need a new identity."

"And where will I get that?" She asked, slipping off her pumps.

"Remy will take care of that." He eyed the suit she wore, black linen jacket and matching skirt, white shirt. "You'll need a change of clothes."

"No way I could get some from my own closet is there?" She joked weakly, looking away. He sighed as it registered how changed her life was now that she was on the run.

"Look, I'll try to make this as easy on you as possible, but you must realize how much they want you dead. I've already received a report that your house was watched and somewhat bugged. They killed your friend because they thought she knew something."

"She didn't."

"That didn't matter to them. It was precaution, and it was a message. If you talk, they'll do the same to you." She looked up at him in slight anger.

"Then I should keep my mouth shut!" Ororo stood and she realized he was as tall as she was, even a little bit over. She looked into his eyes and was confused at what she saw there. His stare kept her from saying anything, being near him made her feel odd.

"I think you should testify. Those bastards need to be taught a lesson, or does your friend's death mean anything to you?" Logan said lowly, immediately wishing he could take it back as he saw the pain on her face.

"I hate you." That was all she said as she walked to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. His shoulders slumped as he berated himself, cell phone ringing. "Speak."

"It's Remy. I've talked to the director. The identity will be ready soon. Is she safe?"

"Yes, but she doesn't like me."

"What? With your personality?" The sarcasm was biting even over the phone, and Logan couldn't help but laugh. Ororo turned as she heard him through the bathroom door and she glared at the wood as if it had done something to her instead of Logan.

She turned to the shower and it looked inviting. The day made her feel dirty and her nerves were almost fried. Stripping quickly, she stepped in and turned on the water, as cold as she could get it. The cascading water felt good as it traipsed down her body. So much had happened in such a short time…not enough time to process it.

Ororo ignored the knock on the door ten minutes later. "Dr. Munroe." She turned off the water and pulled back the curtain. "Dr. Munroe, is everything alright in there?" She let him knock again before she sighed and pulled open the door.

"Yes, everything's just peachy." Ororo said in a fake, cheerful voice. "What do you want?" Logan's eyes were wide as they roved over her nude body. Long legs flowed into generous hips, narrowing into a slim waist with toned stomach muscles. Her breasts were large and firm, water ribboning down, dripping from her dark tipped nipples. Silver white hair hung all the way down her graceful back, ending in the most perfect set of buns he had ever seen. Ororo smiled softly to herself as she saw his look of pure lust, and took her time as she turned around to retrieve her towel.

Once the white terry cloth enveloped her brown body, the spell was broken, and Logan could speak again. "Um…I've got to go pick up some stuff at the Bureau, and I'll bring you back some clothes. Don't let anyone in who knocks, I'll have a key." He moved back so she could step out of the bathroom.

"Sounds simple." Ororo went to close the blinds and she sat on the bed, taking the brush out of her purse, quickly running it through her hair. He watched her for a second and shrugged.

"What are you going to do for clothes until I get back?"

"This towel is fine." Logan suddenly wished he could stay and watch.

"Okay then. I'll be back in two hours." She didn't look in his direction until the door closed, when she let loose a sigh of relief. The man played with her emotions, so she decided to play with his. One minute he was almost human, the next, a machine with eyes only on the goal. He isn't interested in her, but she found herself attracted to him, immensely. Her eyes went out of focus as she wondered what he was thinking about.

*

"She's scared." Logan said, frowning at Remy, who handed him a large suitcase.

"She should be. Here are the clothes."

"Thanks. Munroe wasn't made aware of all of the risks." He took the suitcase and put it beside him on the floor.

"You were there. You could have stepped in. But you know how important it is to the director to have this case wrapped up. We've been after The Bronson Group for years." Remy sighed and rubbed his temples. "I heard about her friend. How's she taking it?"

"Not well, as expected. She thought that because Ms. Grey didn't know anything, they wouldn't want to hurt her. I couldn't tell her that they did it to scare her. She'd break down." Logan sat down in the leather couch and looked out of the window. "She's just a scientist."

"She's in this now Logan, and she's the biggest break we've had so far. We can't lose her."

"I have never lost a witness LeBeau. You know that."

"Yeah I know." The door opened and Katherine Pryde walked in quickly, dropping a saran wrapped package on the desk.

"Your identification and hers, keys to a car in the parking garage, blue mustang, and an apartment on the east side. Lower, near central park. Five grand in cash, and a fake credit card with real credit." She smiled a little at her joke and waited for instructions. Logan picked up the stuff and grinned.

"Thanks Kitty, you're the best."

"That's why I work here." Kitty flipped her brown hair over her shoulder and left, the door clicking behind her. Once she was clear of the door she hurried down the hall and to the elevator. Taking the elevators to the 35th floor, she bypassed a couple of irate secretaries and knocked on the door to Mr. Charles Xavier's office. A quick come in was all she needed as she entered quickly.

"What do you have for me?"

"Everything's been planted. Mr. Summers said that everything is ready on his end and you should have what you want soon." Xavier smiled cruelly as he looked out of the window. Standing up, he was a quietly menacing person, someone people had a hard time deciding what they thought of him when they first met him.

"Excellent. Now leave." Kitty smiled nervously and left, not wanting to get on his bad side. Xavier sighed and glared out of his view. One woman. One woman would try and bring down the operation that had taken hundreds of years and many lifetimes to complete? His predecessor's vision would not be brought down so easily. Time for a little mishap…

*

Logan opened the door and found Ororo sitting on the couch, her face in a frown as she dejectedly looked through all of the channels for something to watch. She looked up as he closed the door, and true to her word, she was still dressed in her towel. "I'm back." He said gruffly as he put all of the stuff down on the kitchen table.

"Oh really…" She rose and came over. Ororo ran her hand over the suitcase. "Some clothes for me are in there?"

"Yeah. Hurry up and dress, we're moving out."

"Where." She picked up the suitcase and put it on the couch, opening the old looking lock.

"Someplace in the city. I haven't seen it yet." Logan admitted as he unwrapped all of their identification. Ororo looked at him and frowned, letting the towel drop to her feet.

"So how do you know it's secure?"

"Because I trust the people I work with. I've worked for them many years." He stared at her as she leisurely picked up a blue cotton pullover with a hood and a long khaki skirt. A sterling brow rose in amusement and she lifted a white bra from the clothes.

"So, you knew my bra size." Logan coughed and looked uncomfortable. She laughed and picked up her clothes, walking into the bedroom, allowing him to breathe a sigh of relief. Sitting at the table, he groaned slightly. What was that woman doing to him? He always had a rule; don't get involved with your subjects. There had been women who were ugly, and they were easy. There had been women who were pretty, but his will held out. The men were not even a problem. But he had never encountered a woman as beautiful as Ororo Munroe.

She radiated snobbishness and class, refined intellect. Everything he happened not to like in a woman. She irritated him to no end, and he found himself wanting more. "I'm ready to go." His mind snapped out of the reverie and gave her an appreciating look. The cotton pullover, which hugged her chest almost like a second skin, was a compliment to her eyes, which seemed to have illumination all their own.

The skirt made him realize how long her legs really was, ending in black boots. Her hair was done up in a bun at the nape of her neck, soft tendrils lilting down her slender neck. He wanted to touch that hair… not a good sign.

"Good. You take a long time to dress." Logan said gruffly, pushing past her to close the suitcase. She glared at the back of his head as she picked up her suit and shirt, yanking the suitcase back out of his hand and putting the clothes in. Ororo smiled softly and handed it back to him, and Logan glared at her. This would be a hard case.

*

"What do you want me to do?" Scott asked slowly, his nervousness evident.

"I want you to track the bundle. When it stops for five minutes, go and kill them both."

"Mr. Xavier-"

"I should kill you. Don't say my name over the phone."

"I'm sorry sir…" Scott started to tremble hard.

"You will be. We only have a few months to put our plan into action. The Society won't wait another hundred years."

"I understand sir."

"If you don't, I know Murphy will." The threat hung in the air as the line disconnected. Scott's heart beat hard as he put the phone down. The leader wouldn't put an idiot like Murphy in his place? Would he? The insecurity started.

*

"Sir?"

"Yes Jubilee."

"It's your wife on line one." She smiled into the intercom, just itching to get to lunch.

"Thank you. Have a nice lunch."

"You too. Would you like for me to bring you something back?"

"No thanks."

"Good bye.
"Bye." Remy sighed and picked up the phone. "Marie, hi."

"Ah am so angry." He blinked.

"What happened?"

"We were bugged."

"What are you talking about?"

"Ah said, we were bugged. Someone in your Bureau bugged our house. I swept it like I do every week and the detector picked up seven, one in our bedroom! Our bedroom!" She yelled, her southern accent always more pronounced when she was angry.

"Petite, I'm sorry. I don't know what to say…" Remy's mind was racing at a thousand miles per hour. His house wasn't an authorized sting, which he knew for a fact.

"So you don't know who?"

"No, I don't."

"Black Ops?"

"Could be."

"I'm going to my mothers. You call me when it's safe." Her voice softened and she sighed. "Ah'm worried about you."

"Don't. I'll be fine, and get down to the bottom of it." He put a lot of reassurance he didn't feel into his voice, and he could tell she felt better.

"Ah know you will. I love you."

"I love you too chere." She hung up the phone and he sighed, rubbing his temples. Someone bugged his house as soon as he found the witness to the Bronson case, not too long after Ms. Grey was murdered and her house destroyed. They were linked, he was sure of it… but who? And with their own equiptment?