Club Miami

Club Miami was one of the biggest and well to do clubs in the city. There was a waiting list larger then the universe and it was so exclusive in member-ship that very few ever did. Even a member's guest had to go threw a screening processes before being allowed in. So how was it that three members of Mutant X found themselves sitting in a VIP room without a member ship pass between them? Jesse of course.

The blond was dressed in a dark wash pair of jeans that fit him just right; tight enough for show but lose enough for movement, a tailored button down black shirt, and his blond hair was spiked to give him that edgy look that seemed to make him look dangerous and boyish at the same time. To top it off was an eyebrow ring. When Jess had gotten that, Brennan didn't know, but apparently he was learning a lot about his teammate in a very short amount of time.

Brennan himself was in black; lose fitting jeans with a dark blue over shirt and black 'beater. His own hair had been ruffled, so that it wasn't exactly spiked but looked like it had been. He was dressed exactly how he wanted to be seen; dark, dangerous and all muscle. After all, tonight he was one of Jesse's body guards. He glanced over a Shalimar, the other body guard, who was sipping her drink casually and already swaying to the music that was being pumped into their room.

She was dressed in all black. Black jeans, black corset top, hair pulled back with a few curls to frame her face. Her make up was that light smoky look that made her blue eyes pop out and guys droll. Normally, Brennan would worry about protecting the girl from all the drunks instead of watching out for what he was suppose to, but not tonight. Chances were he'd have to protect some of the drunks from Shalimar. Fine by him.

He looked passed her out the room's windows to the dance floor below. A trickle of people had already come in, but for many this would be their last stop on their Friday night bar tour. Brennan sighed as he shifted his vision back to Jesse and Shalimar. Jesse smiled when Brennan caught his eye but Shalimar gave him a warning look. She was still mad about finding the boys together in Jesse's bed, though both swore that nothing had happened.

"I thought you wanted us to do something about the tension," Jesse had teased, trying to calm his sister and keep her from beating both boys into pulp.

"Not when you're reliving your rape," she snapped back before storming off in stony silence.

They had spent the rest of the day tip toeing around, trying not to piss the feral off any more then she already was and still managed to get work done. Brennan had run the DNA through all the databases he could think of and came up with nothing. Nobody had ever seen a pattern like this one apparently. Shalimar had listened in on the police, again learning nothing. And Jesse had made all the arrangements to get them into Club Miami; apparently he had some connections to the place.

And currently that connection had just walked through the door. Samuel Rodgers was a impressive looking man. He wasn't Brennan's size or height by far, closer to Jesse's build, but still he had an air of alpha dog to him that filled the world. He was clean shaven, neat and trim, blue eyed, and boyishly handsome. He wore a suit shirt un-tucked over jeans, looking every bit like your typical 'club kid.' But this 'club kid' just happened to be the owner and head manager of Club Miami.

"Jesse Kilmartin, what the hell bring you to my door? Asking for scraps again?" he said; eyes only for the blond.

Jesse stood, all smiles, and made his way over to Samuel. As soon as he was in striking distance Sam hugged him as only a lover could and the two shared a knowing kiss. Brennan felt a flare of jealousy that didn't go unnoticed by Shalimar. He felt the feral's hand squeeze his shoulder and looked back at her. Her eyes told him that she'd explain later and Brennan nodded before returning his attention back to the other two men.

"You haven't changed a bit…" Sam said a bit breathy as he and Jesse parted.

"Yeah? And how many of the kids you're going to party with tonight will relies that those are specially ordered and not off the rack?" he replied looking at the outfit.

Sam shrugged it off, "I like clubbing with my patrons; helps me understand their needs better. That's how I devised the security needs, so I'm a bit surprised that you think I have a killer in my club."

Jesse's face lost the flush from the kiss and turned to that CEO blank face. He nodded his head towards the table where his teammates sat and said, "Let's talk, shall we?"

Sam nodded and followed him to the table, taking a seat next to Jess, all smiles for the others. "Hey Shal, been awhile."

"Hey Sam," she said a warm smile on her face. Of all the guys that Jess had dated, he was one of her favorites.

"I'm sorry," Sam said, addressing Brennan, "I don't know you."

"This is Brennan, he's one of the newest additions to Mutant X," Jesse introduced, "Brennan, Sam here is one of the more secretive stops on the underground. He's a molecular, like me, except…"

"Except I work more like the still button on a remote control; nice to meet you," he said, offering his hand to Brennan. Brennan gave him a polite smile and took the offered hand, secretly sizing him up. He found that though he wanted to hate the guy, he was starting to warm up to him. There was a quirkiness to him that made him seem easy going, but under that was an edge made for cutting.

"So," Sam said, looking back to Jess, "What is this about a killer in my mists?"

"You remember the serial killer that stalked the clubs about two years back?" Jesse asked.

"Hell yes. Some of the victims were from CM. The police were here for days poking around. God it was like the shadow of death hung over every club. He was the Jack the Ripper of the clubs for like four years…that's why I made the guest list and membership."

"He's back," Jesse said, cutting to the chase.

The surprise and fear showed on Sam's face, "Are you shitting me?" Jesse shook his head. "So those news stories, saying that there was a copy cat killer out there, that's him?"

"Yeah," Jesse answered.

"But the new vics, they've all be a type and…and he tortured them all, not just a few. I mean, that was with held, right, that he only tortured the ones he…liked?"

"It's him," Jesse assured.

Sam shook his head and looked at his hands for a moment before a thought struck him, "He's hitting the clubs again, isn't he?"

"Yes," this time from Shal.

"And he's hit every club except…"

"Club Miami," Jesse finished for Sam.

"Jesus Christ, Mary and Joseph…"

"Still cursing like a catholic?" Jesse teased, earning himself a smile from Sam.

"Old habits...wait, if he comes in here he has to either be a member or staff, he has to be on the list."

"That's not going to help us much though," Brennan said, a little miffed. "We have no name, no profile, no idea what he looks like. All we know is what he smells like and that's Shal's department."

"That's not completely true…" Jesse said softly looking out the window so he wouldn't have to see anyone's face, "I know what he sounds like."