A/N: This chapter just begged to be fleshed out, despite my intentions for it to be only a part of a larger chapter. I'm at the halfway mark for this story, yay! Ten more chapters and a epilogue to go. As always, reviews of all sorts are welcome. Otherwise I think I'm the only one reading this. :)

Jubilee tried to relax as Logan walked towards the cigar lounge, but given the events of the past month she figured it wasn't so strange that she was uneasy when he was out of her sight. To be fair, he probably felt the same way. Not to mention, how long had it been since she'd been on an undercover assignment? Since before college if she was honest with herself, and working alone was a new game all together.

Although with three hundred-odd pounds of surly Canadian in the next room, is a girl really alone? Jubilee hid a smirk at the sudden thought and tried to be convincing as she encouraged the pampered pretty boy at her side.

It surprised her that Henri had the sense to wait until Logan was out of sight before inviting her to dance. It was the first intelligent thing he had done all night, and as they waltzed sedately across the floor she fought the urge to shy away from his touch. Her sense of smell was not nearly as sensitive as Logan's, but he seemed to have bathed in the expensive cologne he was wearing and despite their difference in height his hands were wandering lower than she would have thought possible.

Perverts always do seem to rise to the occasion.

Jubilee plastered on a coy smile as they spun around the room, and prayed for serenity. "Perhaps you are right, Henri." She said his name slowly, almost purring. "My husband has been rather preoccupied with Fender Industries this evening."

Henri perked at the change in her demeanor gazed down at her sympathetically. "You must find such business matters terribly boring, Jubilation."
She frowned, chewing on her lip thoughtfully. "It's certainly not what I had in mind when we decided to honeymoon in Paris."

Her dance partner stumbled a bit as she tugged the plump lower lip slowly and ever so teasingly between her teeth. "Were I in his place, I would not leave your side for any reason!" He threw a contemptuous look at the smoking lounge.

Jubilee huffed like a spoiled princess in his arms and then lit up as though she had a brilliant idea. "Perhaps I should buy some Fender stock as a wedding present?"

Taking a superior tone, Henri smiled indulgently down at her. "That would be quite impossible, my dear. The company has been extremely selective in which investors they are choosing. Even I 'ad to go through their law firm for an appointment."

"Ohhh…." She sighed heavily, drawing his gaze as the bust of her gown tightened with the deep breath. "…it's just that if my husband was able to learn more about the company, well, then I'd have more personal time to do as I please."

Henri seemed to catch her drift quite swiftly and led her into a nearby corridor as the waltz came to an end. "I would be 'appy to make an introduction to the law firm, my sweet."

"That is ever so kind of you, Henri." She beamed up at him, trying her best to covertly work her way around him to reenter the dining room. "But if you could just tell me the name and address of the firm, I will send Logan off in the morning to deal with this dreadfully dull business."

The frenchman preened under her attention, clasping her hands together in his own in a fashion that she supposed he must think was romantic. "The firm is called Talbot and Associates."

Henri raised her hands to his lips, and Jubilee tried to control her gag reflex as he kissed them open-mouthed. Hold it together, Lee…this could be our ticket home. What's a little slobber between strangers? She gave him a sultry look, encouraging him to continue.

"They are located near the Montemarte and..." He pulled her body closer and his voice softened in the darkness. "...they own the entire fourth floor of…" He thrust his hips forward, grinding himself against her stomach.

Jubilee did her best to act suitably impressed. She gasped in his arms as though overwhelmed by his masculinity, despite the fact that his manhood was approximately the size of a Twinkie. If she was being generous. Frankly, her favorite blue furry scientist would probably be offended by the comparison to the heavenly golden treat. Ugh...I'll never look at a Twinkie the same again.

Suddenly his games d'amour crossed the line from being a necessary evil to a trial of her rapidly vanishing patience. Maybe she should just lift the required information from his mind? Although after Gateway's warnings about doubling her mental shields, she probably shouldn't risk it. She was strong, but not nearly as subtle as Jean or Emma. Jubilee sighed and softly prompted him to continue. "Yes?"

Henri didn't notice her reticence, and lowered his head closer. "…the Grimoux Building, 1200 Revel Avenue."

Jubilee shied away from his kiss now that he had given her the information she needed, but he gripped her shoulders tightly so that she couldn't pull back. "Henri! My husband will be looking for me…"

He chuckled lowly and his thin veneer of charm was replaced by a man impatient for his reward. "Does it not make forbidden kisses more exciting when there is the possibility of being caught?"

The playful teasing between them had vanished, and Jubilee cursed herself for allowing him the chance to back her into a corner. "We can rendezvous tomorrow when my husband is away on his business. You don't understand, he's not the sort to trifle with…"

"And neither am I, my dear. What is that quaint American proverb? I've scratched your back, now you scratch mine?" Henri leered at her, looking down the front of her gown. He kept his grip on her shoulder with one hand, and dipped the other beneath her dress to crudely squeeze her breast.

That was that, this would not end well.

Jubilee didn't waste another moment, and lifted her knee quick and hard against his groin, relieved when he released her in shock. Of course things didn't go quite as planned when Henri folded over in pain, falling forward onto her. His body weight pinned her to the ground without any effort, and in close quarters she could see the anger building in his eyes as he moved past the pain. She struggled to push him off of her, but he slammed her back down so hard that her vision blurred for a moment. He raised his fist high above her to strike her again. "You little bitch! You'll regret doing tha…"

He never had the opportunity to finish his threat, as a livid Wolverine lifted the Frenchman off of her and threw him face-first across the corridor. The impact crumbled bits of the plaster molding, and a crimson smear splashed across the floral wallpaper like a work of modern art as he sagged to the ground.

Jubilee felt nauseous as she rolled on her side, and her skull was throbbing from what was probably a concussion. But she could feel the rage rolling off of Logan in waves and hurriedly tried pull herself upright.

"Stay. Put." His voice was soft and clipped. Just like it always was when he meant business.

Logan stalked across the corridor to where Henri had landed and roughly lifted him by the scruff of his neck. He moaned in pain and tried blinked away the red in his vision but the blood was trickling down his face and neck profusely, and his nose looked as though it had broken in three places at least.

Henri didn't seem to have a clear appraisal of the situation as he spat out his next words. "Why are you punishing me? You should be disciplining your slut of a wife for betraying you!"

Two quick punches followed to the gut and Henri crumpled as though he were broken. Bits and pieces of him probably were. Logan just stared coldly at the man with no explanation and called out over his shoulder. "You ok now, darlin'?"

"Just peachy." Jubilee gritted out cheerfully, so as not to escalate the situation. "Never felt better." She sat up and gingerly probed the back of her head with her fingertips. "So why don't we just pretend this whole situation never even-"

"Not gonna happen."

"But Logan, I thing maybe we-"

"Nope."

"You can't just-"

"Watch me."

"None of this would be happening if you would have kept your mouth shut, you little whore!" Henri had managed to pull himself up as they argued and lunged at Jubilee with a vengeful look. His sudden attack took her off-guard, but she still managed to swing a quick right hook before he could touch her. It was a gratifying sensation to hear the bone crunching as her fist connected with his jaw, and she decided it was worth any bruises later. Besides, there was a lower mortality rate when she got to finish off the bad guys.

"You should think twice before insulting a lady, Henri." She kicked him in the groin again for good measure. "Little Henri would be a lot happier with you."

And with that, Henri's eyes rolled back in his head as he passed out.

Next time in Chapter Eleven! Jubilee teases Logan about his jealousy issues as they break into Talbot and Associates.