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He was not going to admit that he was scared. If he admitted that then he would start to panic and Remy Lebeau never panicked. He gladly would own up to frustration, he had already been all over the immediate area around the street where Rogue vanished. Remy would not hesitate to say he was worried, due to the fact that nobody he questioned remembered seeing a girl fitting Rogue's description, but scared was an emotion he could not afford to feel at this moment.

He found himself making his was up another street, eagerly scanning the crowd. He knew Rogue had a mask on but her hair would give her away in an instant. Try as he might though he spotted no familiar head making its way through the mass of people. He ground his teeth together trying to keep himself in check.

Just as he was passing a small side street, Remy could hear a noise coming from among one of the various pockets of his coat.

"If it wasn't for guys like you there wouldn't be songs like this"

The Carrie Underwood song blared louder as he pulled his cell phone out. He was going to kill Kurt for messing with his ring-tones again. For one brief moment though he secretly hoped it was Rogue but the glowing screen showed "Chaton" Flipping it open he pressed the phone to his ear.

"Oui Chaton, did y' find her?"

"No Remy we like have had no sign of her."

"What about de others? Did y' find dem and let dem know what's goin' on?"

"We found them. There is a slight problem though?"

"Come on Chaton, if Wolvie knows Rogue is missin' it only be a little while before he sniff her out, non?"

"Well you see that is the problem," Remy did not like the tremble he could detect in Kitty's voice as she continued, "Well like you see Logan was convinced he recognized that girl with the striped hair and like it turned out she was just some collage girl from California but it like got Storm all upset. She was like totally jealous that Logan was going on and on about it and like she kinda hit Logan with a really big lighting bolt. I guess Mr. Logan has to be like the best lightning rod since Ben Franklins kite because…"

Remy took the opportunity when Kitty finally paused for breath to say, "Chaton, da point t' dis, s'il vous plait." He could feel that unnamed emotion start to creep up his spine.

"Well Logan is unconscious, he like will be for quite awhile according to the Professor. Like Kurt and Scott had to carry him back to the hotel, so they like can't help. Jean and the Professor are trying to distract the crowd into thinking it was a fireworks malfunction. Remy, I've been texting Rogue and trying to call for the past hour and nothing." Kitty's voice broke off on the last word into choking sobs. Remy was at a loss, that emotion he wouldn't name just seemed to get high settling in his stomach.

"Chat, if y' can hand de phone t' Piotr," he asked as calmly as he could. If Kitty was in this state the protective Russian would not be far away. He could hear the shuffle on the other end and a brief "Here" before his friends voice appeared on the line.

"Yes Comrade?" Piotr said.

"Petey is dere anythin' else y' can tell m'. Remy can' find any trace of Rogue on dis end."

"Kurt and Scott will help in the search as soon as they drop Logan off. I got a hold of them through Storm. Comrade I must warn you of something though, Jean tried to contact Rogue through her mind and she said she could find no trace of her. Both her and the Professor are combing the streets now, but Jean but both say they have nothing."

"What does dat mean Petey?" Remy felt his hands start to sweat, dreading the next words out of Piotr's mouth.

"Jean says she can not detect Rogue's mind anywhere, there is no activity. It is almost as if she is.."

"Don' say it, mon ami," Remy's voice was like ice over the phone, "don't y' dare even t'ink it."

Wisely the Russian refrained from whatever he had been about to say. After getting his assurance that everyone would be out looking, Remy hung up the phone and returned it to his pocket.

She was not gone, he would not allow himself to even for a second believe that was a possibility. Try as he might though, that fear had invaded his body. He could hear the doubts starting to float through his mind. If something happened to her he couldn't live with himself for letting her go in that shop alone. If someone had done something to her he would spend the rest of his life if he had to hunting them down.

Pushing his own thoughts aside, he set off in a new direction with a quicker pace. This new street was not as crowded as the others so he was able to take in more at once. The sight of a trench coat, moving along one of the sidewalks caught his attention. Of course, why hadn't he thought of this before, he could ask one of the Thief's Guild. It was common for them to be working the streets during Mardi Gras and if there was one thing they were good at besides stealing it was noticing and remembering everything around them. Even if this member had not seen Rogue he could let Remy know who had been working the street the shop had been on.

Silently he slipped through the few pedestrians, trying to keep the fast moving coat in sight. At first it had been easy but the closer Remy got the faster the man moved. Remy tried to call out but the man ignored him and kept walking. Remy didn't like the feeling he was getting about this as he stalked the man in front of him heading farther away from the noise of the celebration.

He didn't notice how far he had gone until he found himself on a road heading away from town. If he continued in this direction he would leave New Orleans completely and wind up out on the roads that led to old plantations. Rogue had only been miss at most two hours there was no way she could travel that far on foot through the streets of the city alone. He wanted to kick himself for following whoever he had been for so long and wasting time. In fact Remy couldn't even see the thief anymore, funny he had been right in front of him and Remy would have noticed any evasion maneuvers. Jean-Luc would hear about this but right now Rogue was more important.

Remy was about to turn around and make his way back towards the main part of the French Quarter when something on the ground caught his eye. Bending over he examined it then looked back at the road in front of him in shock. There laying in a nice pile as if they had been gently removed and discard were Rogue's gloves leading on the road out of town.

"Non," Remy mumble to himself. If somebody kidnapped her then of course they probably had a way to get her out of town quickly, but there was no way Rogue would have removed her gloves. He looked at the sad little objects on the ground, folded neatly together. A dangerous thought entered Remy's head. The old woman had said Rogue hadn't been feeling well, if she was losing control of her psyches again then she could use Jean's powers to levitate. In a sense she could fly. If she was out there with powers out of control with no gloves.

"Merde!" Remy cried. He saw a Harley parked a few feet away and jumped on it. He hot-wired it as quickly as his skills allowed and tore of down the road. Out of the corner of his eye he could have sworn he saw a trench coat following along side. He was definitely scared now, this was all to weird.

"De next time she wants t' have her fortune read," Remy promised himself, "m' goin' t' buy her a Magic 8 ball like a normal person."

A/N: Remy is hot on Rogue's trail now. Sorry this one was so short. Next chapter Kathy reveals her big plan and we go to a ball. :) By the way I do not own the Carrie Underwood song, don't know if I had to say that but I want to make sure.