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Rogue watched Jubilee go, and closed the door, her heart heavy. How could she tell Jubilee that it was killing her to see her go out with her boyfriend? Ex-boyfriend, Rogue reminded herself. What if it turned out that Lance DID like Jubilee better? Rogue bit her lip and wandered into the living room, where Bobby was sitting on the couch, flipping channels aimlessly.

"Jubilee just left with Lance," Rogue announced in a voice far more cheerful than she felt.

Bobby didn't look up, but continued flipping channels. "That's great, Rogue. By the way, how come your taking this so well?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, how can you act so happy when one of your closest friends is going out with your ex-boyfriend?" Bobby asked, looking up. Then without waiting for her to answer, he let out a little snort of disgust. "Alvers is a real piece of work. First he dates you, then he dumps you and goes after Jubilee."

"He didn't dump me, I dumped him," Rogue blurted out, in defense of Lance. Her eyes closed as she remembered the hurt look in his eyes when she'd told him. Bobby let out a little strangled sound and stood up.

"You did WHAT?!"

Rogue looked away. Bobby came closer, his arms crossed in front of his chest.

"Why did you do that? I thought you liked Lance!" Bobby exclaimed, throwing up his hands.

"I do, I just-," Rogue stopped, turning away.

"What?"

"I was afraid Lance was just dating me because he felt sorry for me..., I wanted him to go out with Jubilee to see if he liked her better, you know to test if his feelings for me were real," Rogue said quietly. Bobby looked at her for a second.

"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard!" Bobby exploded. Rogue bristled and turned on him.

"What do you mean by that? You don't know what it's like-," Rogue started defensively.

"Maybe I don't, but your no victim Rogue, and you know it. Lance is crazy about you and you let your insecurities ruin your relationship and all my chances with Jubilee," Bobby said, his voice fading. Rogue swallowed. He was right. God I"ve been so stupid, Rogue thought, forcing back the urge to slap her forehead.

"I'm sorry Bobby. Thanks to me, Jubilee and Lance are sharing a candlelit dinner at Chez Pierre," Rogue said, plopping down on the couch. Bobby's eyes suddenly took on a shrewd gleam.

"Uh oh, I don't like that look in your eye," Rogue said, eyeing her friend.

"Just think about it. We have the car, why don't we drop by Chez Pierre and -," Bobby trailed off.

"And what? SPY on them!" Rogue said incredulously.

"Well, it's not such a bad idea," Bobby said, a tiny grin appearing at the corners of his mouth. Rogue shook her head.

"Are you crazy? It's fancy, and they'd throw us out if we showed up in jeans!" Rogue protested.

"Details details," Bobby said, dismissing it with a wave of his hand. "Wear a dress, I'll go up and change into a suit. Come on, Rogue, it's better than sitting at home and torturing ourselves with images of them slow dancing."

Rogue stood silent a moment, then nodded and dashed upstairs. 20 minutes later, she appeared in long sleek emerald green dress that set of her eyes, her auburn hair done up in a twist. Bobby whistled.

"Wow, you look great, Rogue."

Rogue smiled. "Thanks, Bobby. You look pretty sharp, yourself."

Bobby tugged uncomfortably at his tie. "I can't believe I have to wear this crud."

Rogue smiled wryly at him. "Hey it was your idea to go to Chez Pierre."

"Right, so let's get moving," Bobby said .The two climbed into the car and backed out of the mansion's gates. The 10 minute ride to the French restaurant was fraught with nervous energy. Finally, Bobby found parking down the road, and helped Rogue out.

"Wow look at the line of cars .This place must be packed!" Rogue breathed. Bobby couldn't help marveling the expensive cars parked, and looked ruefully at Dr. Grey's borrowed Fiat. His eyes scanned the lot, and stopped in shock.

"Hey wait a second, isn't that Kurt's car?"

"Yeah, and I know that's Mr. Summer's car!" Rogue exclaimed at the same time. They both looked at each other.

"Great, let's hope we don't run into Kitty and Kurt," Bobby muttered.

"Or Pietro and that girl he's dating," Rogue added, giving the cars one last look.

"Alright," Bobby said determinedly. "Here's the game plan, we go in, stay hidden, and keep an eye on Jubes and Alvers."

"Right," Rogue agreed, getting into the Mission Impossible atmosphere of the evening. "Chez Pierre, here we come."