A/N: Thanks to Revan-haired beauty and Fate2017 for the early reviews!

Logan walked into the precinct and into his boss's office. "Do we have any undercover officers by the Hellfire Club?" He asked his boss, Charles Xavier.

"No," Charles replied. "I don't think so, why?"

"I believe there might be a human trafficking unit there."

"Do you have evidence of that?"

"Does witnessing a girl get beaten by her pimp sound good enough?"

"I mean actual evidence,Logan."

I can easily find the girl and see if she would like to press charges," Logan pleaded, "and if she does, we'll take it from there."

"What if she doesn't?" Charles asked.

"I'm sure she will," Logan said, completely confident.

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"Hey, Rogue," Logan said later that night as she came by.

"Hey, sugah," Rogue replied. "Same thing as last night?"

"Sure," he said. When she came back, he took a nice long swig of his beer, then turned to ask her a question. "Do you know where I could find an African-American girl with white hair?"

"That'd be Storm," Rogue replied. "Real name's 'Roro or somethin' like that, but it's easier on all of us just to call her Storm since she can control the weather and all. Been workin' real hard to keep the weather calm whenever Victor is around her..."

"Where is she right now?" Logan asked.

Rogue looked toward the back room. "Victor's here, so she's probably gettin' tortured by him again."

Logan held his claws from coming out at the thought of her being with Victor. "Do ya know if anyone else will be with her, tonight?"

"Ya might find her in the alley," Rogue replied. "I usually find her there cryin', and bring her a soda."

Sabretooth came out a moment later looking as satisfied as ever. "Ah'll be right back," Rogue said, getting a drink for the feral mutant and then returning with a drink for the mutant and taking Logan to the employee area in the alley. He heard a woman sobbing, and it wasn't long before he saw her sitting on the curb. "Storm!" Rogue called, bringing the drink to her.

"Thank you, Rogue," she said, taking a sip. "I brought you a visitor."

"Is he looking for company?" Storm shuddered.

"Not the kind you're thinkin' of, sugah."

"Hey, darlin'," Logan said, sitting down next to her.

"I'll cover for ya, 'Ro," Rogue said, walking back inside.

"Thanks, Rogue," Storm replied. "She's a sweet girl," she said when they were alone. "I'm glad they haven't gotten to her."

"Do you wanna press charges, darlin'?" Logan asked, trying to catch her eye. She looked worse than she had last night. "I can get ya out of this mess."

She looked at him, and he saw her face was badly bruised, her nose looked as if it was broken, her lip was split, and he thought there were a couple of cigarette burns on her arms. "You can't..." she whispered. "They will always find me, and they will kill me if I run."

"I can protect ya."

"Not from a telepath."

"Your boss is a telepath?" That changed the game play all together.

"Thunder's comin'," Rogue called.

Storm stood up. "Get out of here. If they find out you're a cop, there's no telling what they will do to you." She was almost to the door when a man grabbed her by the wrists.

"Trying to runaway?" the man demanded. Logan recognized him from last night.

"Hapana, tafadhali sikuwa kujaribu kukimbia," Storm replied.

"Wewe si bora kuwa," he said menacingly, stroking her hair back. Storm flinched. "Kwa sababu kama wewe ni, sisi utapata wewe na wewe kujua kile kinachotokea wakati kujaribu kukimbia na wewe kupatikana."

Logan left the vicinity before he could hear anymore.

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Storm was dragged back inside, and thrown on the bed. She was in tears. The door was locked, and Storm prepared for her torture. She only hoped everyone was inside tonight.

The door opened again, and a man in a panther suit appeared with a whip. "Be a good girl and lie down."

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Logan went back into the captain's office. "Her pimp's a telepath," he told Charles.

"Well that changes things," Charles replied. "Does this girl have any powers of her own?"

"A friend of hers told me that she could control the weather."

There was a loud clap of thunder followed by three consecutive lightning bolts. "Is there an emotional connection to these powers?" Charles asked.

"No idea," Logan replied.

"I might be able to locate her," Charles said, but not even a minute later did he gasp in pain. "There's something blocking me from reaching her mind... some kind of static. Much too strong for me to push through. She could be in some sort of trouble..."

"Want me to get backup?"

"Not yet," Charles replied. "We need to investigate some more. You're going to need Gambit."

Logan sighed, he hated the Cajun, but if it was necessary, he would work with him.

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Two hours later, after a brutal thunderstorm, Storm lay down on the bed crying. Rogue came in then with a first aid kit... or what little stuff she could bring. "This is gonna sting, sugah," Rogue said softly, placing a rag in a bowl and soaking it in alcohol. Then she placed it on Storm's back. Storm gasped at the sting, but remained still as the alcohol did it's work. "What did Logan and you talk about?" she asked.

Storm looked at the door. Rogue got up, taking off a glove and leaving the room for a minute. She returned with a satisfied look. "They're gone. Didn't even have to knock 'em out."

"He wanted to help me get out of this life."

"So, why didn't ya go?"

"You know what happens when you try to leave," Storm said sadly.

Rogue nodded slowly. "If this continues, sugah, my husband and I are gettin' ya outta here and we'll make sure you can't be found."

Translations:

No, please I wasn't trying to run= Hapana, tafadhali sikuwa kujaribu kukimbia

You better not be, because if you are, we will find you and you know what happens when you try to run and you are found.= Wewe si bora kuwa, kwa sababu kama wewe ni, sisi utapata wewe na wewe kujua kile kinachotokea wakati kujaribu kukimbia na wewe kupatikana.





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