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I'm Your Shield	By : HobNobsAndTea Category: S through Z > Wallander (UK) > Wallander (UK) Views: 1069 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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            In the morning, you drove Magnus back to his car that had been left in the diner parking lot. He had a little time before he had to clock in so he headed back to his own flat to shower and change before work.

            You head to the precinct and park sitting there for a little while. You had to get your head on straight before starting the day. Dax was shot and injured, but he was going to be alright. On the downside, without him the partner pool was pretty damn shallow. Who knows what you were going to get. If they even let you off the desk job to begin with.

            Then there was Magnus. Wow, what a night from beginning to end. You smiled a little remembering when you were feverishly attacking each other in the parking lot. You couldn’t help but wonder how far it would have gotten if those citizens hadn’t come by and spoke to you. Would you have gone further? All the way maybe? Two cops caught in public indecency, would have been an interesting end t your day when you’d already been called out on the carpet. When the two of you woke in the morning the bruises you’d left on each other were clearly visible. His face didn’t bruise up nearly as bad as you thought it would. You close your eyes biting down on your lip slightly feeling your entire body warm just at the thought of him.

            You had a lot of fun and an extremely good time with each other, but it was probably best if you stayed on your respective sides of the precinct now. At least for a while. Both of you were career driven and didn’t want to be distracted from that. You’d still see each other in class on Friday nights, but beyond that . . . yeah probably a good idea just to keep your distance.

            With a sigh you got out of the car and locked the doors heading in and clocking in right on the second. You went to your desk finding quite the stack of records and files that had to be gone through, inputted and filed. “God help me.” You say with a frustrated groan shaking your head before sitting down and getting started.

            After lunch, Becky comes by your desk, “Chief’s looking for you.” She says hurrying passed.

            Closing your eyes you take a deep breath before getting up and heading to his office. You pause again before reaching up and gingerly knocking on the door. Good lord, he might just fire you on the spot. “Come in!” Gathering your courage you turn the door knob and close the door behind you. “Sit. Please.” On the Brightside, he seemed less livid then yesterday. He finished signing something before looking up at you. “You know, as far as new recruits go, you have got to be the biggest pain in my ass I’ve had in years. You haven’t been here that long and already you’ve managed to alienate half the department.” He says seriously.

            “It wasn’t intentional.” You reassured him, but he raised his hand letting you know to stop talking it was his turn to speak. You instantly close your mouth falling silent.

            “The fact remains, that you still need a partner. So that’s why I’m assigning you to detective Martinsson. He’s pretty much in the same boat you are at this point and needs a partner as well.” You just stare at the chief blankly not even sure you’d heard that or just imagined it.
            “Do you know Magnus?” He asks.

            “We’ve seen each other around the precinct. In combat class.” You were fucking each other senseless the night before, but you weren’t lying so much as not expanding or going into specific detail.

            “You start working with him tomorrow. So get all your paperwork done and turned in by the time you clock out today.” He waves his hand dismissing you but you sit still for several moments just staring at him. “Was there something you wanted?”

            Your eyes still glued to him you take a breath and start to say something, but nothing came out. How in the world were you supposed to know that spending the night with Magnus was going to result in a complicated work environment? “Thank you, sir.” You say with a nod standing and leaving his office going back to your desk. “Oh fuck.” You say dropping your head to the desk.

            “I take it he just told you.” You raise your head seeing Magnus standing next to your desk. “He told me when I got in this morning.” He crosses his arms and sighs, “Looks like we’re going to be partners.”
            The pile of paperwork slowly dwindles. All through your shift, memories of the night before flick through your mind. You keep glancing toward the detective pool. What. The. Fuck. The sex was good but damn. This is ridiculous.
            You finally finish the last report and toss your pen onto the desk. Stretching your legs out and your arms above your head, your back curving slightly, you close your eyes. They don't tell you about the tons of paperwork you have to do when you're in the academy. This wasn't what you pictured in your head. You glance at the detective pool. Magnus looks over from his computer. He smiles then goes back to work.

            Mile nine. The sports bra and cami are soaked with sweat. Your calves burn. In This Moment 'Blood' blasts through your ear phones. Mile ten.
            None of it mattered. None of it fucking mattered. But Dax was alive. He was backing you up. Your career wasn't over. But everyone still hated you. Because you did your job. By the book. You took no shit. Fucking sexist bullshit. Mile eleven. And what about Magnus? Your new partner. Would he take you seriously after you fucked each other's brains out? Mile twelve. Your hair plastered to your head. Your lungs burned with each breath. A stitch twisted your side high in your ribs. "Fuck. Fuck." You stood on the side of the treadmill, watching the belt whizz by.
            When Magnus walks in the station the next morning he sees how your dressed and can’t help but smile. “What are you all dressed up for?” He questions.

            “Work. They said even though we don’t wear uniforms we still need to look nice.” You reply.

            “Nice. Not like you’re going on a first date. Professional, not going to a formal reception.” With a sigh you shake your head turning taking off your jacket heading back to the locker room. Still a bit of an amused smile on his face he follows after you.

            Magnus leans on the row of lockers as you strip off some of the formal to look more casual and comfortable. “Is this really your first time off the beat?” He says his arms crossed.

“I’ve only been out of the academy 6 months.” You say giving him a look taking your hair down and pulling it back in a tie before closing your locker and walking back to him. “Anything’s better then riding a desk for the rest of my life.” A devious smile swept his face causing you to roll your eyes and step closer to him keeping your voice low. “I had no idea that they were going to pair us up. Otherwise . . . . otherwise I would never . . . .”

            “What are you so nervous about? I don’t intend to let our personal lives interfere with our professional ones, do you?” He questions.

            “Of course I don’t.” You say instantly.

            “Then when we’re on the clock we do our jobs. What we do off the clock, with whoever we do it with, is our own business. Yeah?” Taking a breath you give a nod still not sure what was going to happen. “Come on. Curt has a list as long as my leg for leads he wants us to follow up on today.”

            You hurry after him straightening the collar of your jacket, “Whose Curt?”

            “Detective Wallander.”
            In the break room, Magnus stood mixing a coffee when another one of the men who worked in the department came in. “Hey Martinsson. Heard you got saddled with the malicious bitch.” Magnus looked at him like he didn’t know what he was talking about. “You know, the green one. The new girl fresh out of the academy. Your partner, Officer Rayne.” He said rolling his eyes.

            “She’s not as bad as all that.” Magnus said stirring in the milk and sugar.

            “She’s hot, I’ll give you that. That body of hers won’t quit.” Leaning against the counter he smirked crossing his arms, “You tap that yet? Add to your running total of the women who come through the precinct?”

            Magnus was a little irritated right at this moment about the whole line of questioning, not really wanting Rayne to hear about his reputation. “No.” He said after a moment, “Honestly I don’t think she’s the type.” He said putting a lid on his cup taking a sip.

            The man half laughed facing him, “Are you kidding me? It’s always a race to see how fast you can get into their uniforms. Never thought I’d hear you use ‘she’s not the type’ as an excuse. Does that mean you already tried and she shut you down? Wouldn’t surprise me, that attitude she’s got I’d be afraid she’d eat my head after I fucked her.”

            “Or, maybe I just don’t think she’s the type.” Magnus repeated sternly taking another drink of his coffee.

            “Come on Martinsson, just because she’s your partner now doesn’t mean she’s a nun or make you a saint. You can’t tell me three years of hitting every piece of tail that came through here before they quit, got fired, or transferred. . . .” He started to rattle on.

            “Look.” Magnus said raising his voice slightly, “Last time I checked we were all here to do a job that doesn’t include keeping score of how many women I take home.” Actually he realized out how of character this was for him and to be honest it caught him off guard a bit. “And your right. Rayne is my partner now so maybe think about keeping a civil tongue in your head when referring to her. A little respect for a fellow officer would be nice.” With that he stepped around him and walked out of the break room.

            When he rounded the corner he came face to face with Becky who had heard the entire exchange. She just looked at him with her arms crossed over her chest. She obviously had something to say so he waited to hear it. “So the rumors about you are true.” Magnus sighed as the locker room guy talk apparently spread a bit further then he would have liked it too. “I don’t really care about your reasons for standing up for her like you just did, but I really hope it isn’t an act just to get her into her pants.”

            “Not really any of your business, is it Becky. Just because you went to school together doesn’t make you bosom pals, does it.” He snapped a bit annoyed that she’d been eves dropping.

            Her eyes darkened slightly, “Being a police officer, an investigator means a lot to her. Even though she does her best to hide it and it comes out as anger, she’s probably an emotional wreck after the shit that went down last week.”

            “And you think I’m going to take advantage of that, is that it?”

            “From what I’ve been told you wouldn’t be above it.” She snapped.

            “She doesn’t need your protection. If you haven’t noticed, she’s more capable then the majority of people in this precinct of taking care of herself.” Magnus glared at her, “I imagine you have better things to do then listening to other peoples conversations, probably have work of some kind you’re supposed to be doing.” With that he walked passed her taking another drink of his coffee.

            Becky turned watching him walk away shaking her head before storming back to her desk to finish her report.
            You sit in the passenger seat, slouched forward. Your elbows on your knees, head resting on the dash. This had to be the most boring day of your life. You'd been to several of Wallander's leads. You hadn't had long to familiarize yourself with any of the cases so you had no clue what you should be looking for.
            You sigh and flop back in the seat, drawing a knee up. This felt like you were being set up for failure. Magnus wouldn't do that would he?
            Speaking of, he slides in the car sighing. "I could have used you in there."
            "Why? I feel like I'm just riding shotgun. I haven't done a damn thing and I feel like it's a waste of time."
            "You're good at reading people. You could have told me if she was lying."
            "You're a good detective. You could have done that without me."
            He twists his hands on the wheel. "Look. I'm sorry you're not fully prepared. Maybe this afternoon we can look over the cases and something will jump out at you."
            "Sure whatever."
            "Don't go feeling sorry for yourself, Rayne. Everyone in that precinct wants us to fuck up. Not just you. Me. Us."
            "No they want me to fuck up so they can run me out. The chief is giving me just enough to rope to hang myself."
            Magnus turns in his seat. "The only reason I don't get the same shit as you is because I've got a dick." He pauses. "I get the shit jobs."
            "So now I get the shit jobs."
            "Look. I know it's hard. But you have to take everything they throw at you or they'll just make it worse. Men. We're bastards."
            "Are you?"
            "Am I?" You shrug. He rolls his eyes and starts the car. "Next on the list?"
            You look down at the almost illegible chicken scratch. "Says Michael Hopson, brother in law, stolen painting. That's the address if you can make it out." You hold it up for him to see.
            When you get back to the precinct Magnus gives you the files on the active cases to read through to catch up on and see if you saw anything different then the other detectives and investigators had seen. He leaves you to read up, and when he comes back his carrying some lunch and coffee.

            “How goes it?” He questions.

            “Here” You turn the laptop towards him, “Pretty sure someone is an art thief who likes to double his profits with insurance fraud.”

            Magnus passes you a coffee and you take a deep drink needing a caffeine boost. This felt like the longest day of your life so far. He leans closer looking at the screen his eyes going wide, “How on earth . . .” He scrolled down, “You hacked into a database for off shore accounts.” He looks at you, “How in the hell did you do that?”

            “Used a backdoor algorithm to break into the system.” It seemed like a pretty simple and basic hack. “He has an American social security number for only God knows what reason, and he used it to register two accounts that have been flooded with deposits over the last 6 months.” Reaching into the bag you pull out one of the sandwiches looking at it, and looking at the other.

            “They’re both the same. Roast beef.” He says looking through the account information. You shrug and open it taking a bite. You hadn’t been able to eat that morning, you were too excited and too nervous but now you were starving. “Wow, this is . . . . frankly amazing.” He said in disbelief, “How did you come up with his having an American social security number?”

            “In the file, those 9 numbers and the way they were written out. 3 then 2 then 4. Someone thought that it was some kind of code or combination. It’s the way social security numbers are assigned and written out on the cards.” You explain.

            He just looks at you dumbstruck, “This is great, it’s good work. Really good work. I’m going to take this to Curt, see what he makes of it. If he agrees then you could be making your first arrest today.” He says before standing and taking the laptop carrying it into Curt’s office to show him.

            You take another drink of your coffee then go back to your sandwich. It would be so great if you were right, then maybe people wouldn’t think you were a waste of space and a paycheck.

            “Hey girl.” Becky comes bounding over to you on her lunch break. “What are you doing for dinner tonight? Want to meet up at the bar tonight to catch up? Visit a bit?” You hadn’t really had time or a chance to get together with her and talk since you and Magnus became partners. You’d been kept hoping, she was busy with her own work.

            “I don’t know babe, it’s only 2pm and I feel like I’m going to drop right here. We’ve been running nonstop since I clocked in this morning.” You say finishing your sandwich picking up your coffee and leaning back in the chair. “You weren’t kidding when you said they gave Martinsson the shit jobs. I get it now, and dear God.” She saw Magnus coming back and stood up, “We’ll talk later.” Then she immediately left.

            Magnus saw her and could only imagine what that was about. “What did she want?”

            “Just to say hi. What did Detective Wallander say?”

            He smiles, “Make sure you’ve got your badge and your guns loaded.”

            Your eyes go wide, “Really?” Instantly you stand up finishing your coffee.

            “Yup. Your first arrest, let’s go.”
            You fidgeted with nervous energy. Magnus couldn't help but smirk. "Is this how you were on patrol with Dax?"
            "Every shift. He got annoyed but I think he liked it." You look out the window. "I should go to the hospital. I should visit."
            "You should." They pulled into a circular drive. "We're here." The two of you exit the car and lean against it, waiting for Wallander.
            The senior detective pulls up. He holds out the warrant. "Do you want to serve the warrant or shall I?"
            "It's your case." You shrug.
            "But you figured it out." You glance at Magnus who looks neutral. You carefully reach out and take it. "You're point, kiddo. After you."
            You lead the way to the front door. Gathering your courage, you knock on the door. The woman who answers is a typical upper class woman. Her hair professionally done. Designer clothes carefully selected. "Can I help you?"
            "Danielle Hopson?"
            "Yes?"
            "Nikola Rayne with the Ystad police service. I have a warrant for your arrest."
            The woman scoffs. "For what?"
            "Twelve counts of grand larceny and twenty four counts of insurance fraud."
            "That's ridiculous." She tries to slam the door with both hands and her knee. You stop it with a shoulder and a hand. She runs through the house, slamming through the back door. You take off after her. Gaining on her in the adjoining back yard, you reach out with both hands and grab her shoulders, spinning her to the ground. You scramble onto her back but she twists around and sucker punches your already sore face. You pop her a short jab in the nose. She screams in surprise. Magnus pulls you up and back as Wallander jerks the suspect up and spins her around, cuffing her.

            Becky clinks her glass against your bottle. "First day and you already make an arrest."
            You shrug. "Just doing my job."
            "I'm proud of you." Magnus raises his beer in your direction. "What's going on with that? Shouldn't your partner be celebrating with you?"
            "We're partners. Not friends."
            After several beers and shots, Becky helps you to her car as Magnus is leaving. "Magnus!"
            "What's up?"
            "I need to get home. The babysitter has class in morning."
            "You have kids?"
            "Three and a husband. Why do you think I didn't fuck you when you tried?"
            "Makes sense I guess."
            "Look. You're her partner. Can you take her home?"
            He sighs. "I guess." So much for keeping personal and professional lives separate.
            "Thank you." Becky pauses. "I can trust you, right?"
            "I'm not going to rape her. Sex is more fun when both parties are enjoying it."
             They both help you to his car. The drive is short. Instead of letting you weave drunkenly up the stairs and risk injury to both of you, he throws you over his shoulder and carries you up to your apartment.
            Unceremoniously, he drops you on your bed. It jerks you out of your drunken haze. You don't know where you are or who he is. Panic grips you and instinct kicks in. You launch yourself at him. "Fuck! Nik! It's me!"
            He tries to get you to let go by pulling on your arms. You dig your nails into his face. He slams you up against the wall bu you don't loosen your grip. He slams you harder, bringing his head back. Your head bounces of the wall then cracks against his. Seeing stars, you drop your hold. He helps you up then checks his face.
            "I'm bleeding. Again. Dammit, Nikola."
            "I'm sorry. I panicked." You hated being scared. It made you angry. He shakes his head.
            "You have any idea how much shit I had to take yesterday over my face? Getting my ass kicked by a girl. And then they made me your partner. That makes me look like a bitch."
            The anger grows. "The good ol' boys giving you shit isn't my fault."
            He scoffs and shakes his head. "Nothing is your fault, is it?"
            "What's that supposed to mean?"
            "Nothing. I'm leaving. I'll see you at the station." You frown and shove him.
            "No. What do you mean?"
            He shoves you back. "Nothing."
            "Answer me"
            "I don't owe you shit. Just because we fucked once."
            You reflexively slap him. He presses the tip of his tongue to his lip. "You should tell me because you're my partner. And I thought you wanted to be my friend."
            "I'm not talking about this right now. You're drunk. I've been drinking. We're both angry."
            "Whatever." You turn and start to walk away but he grabs your wrist. Spinning around, you box him in the ear. He grunts but doesn't let go of you.
            "Bitch." He twists your arm and uses it to push you against the wall.
            He grits his teeth using his weight to pin you against the wall. Anger seethes between the two of you but dammit all if he doesn't kiss you. A rough, bruising kiss. He fumbles with his zipper as you reach in between the jeans and his stomach to seize his shaft. His groan is electricity down your spine. Your mouths fight each other.
            He hasn't released his grip on wrist but you push off the wall with your back, slamming you into the opposite side of the hall. He busts the button off your jeans and jerks then down, throwing you off balance. But he releases your wrist so that he can pull your jeans down to your knees. You awkardly manage to free one leg. His large hands wraps around your thigh and wraps your leg around his waist but he can't get enough leverage to hold you.
            Rolling you back against the wall, he takes you with a grunt. You cry out in delight and no small amount of pain. Your leg shakes and with his rough hard thrusts, it isn't long before you're cumming. In your languid state, you turns you around and grabs hold of your hair. Your answering hiss makes him shudder, but he's no less gentle when he takes you from behind.

His hot breath in your ear, each grunt and groan making you arch your back. He digs his fingertips into your hip.
            "Oh fuck. Nik." His thrusts lose their rhythm and jerks out before he cums. He rests his forehead to the back of yours. "What the fuck is wrong with us?"
            "Nothing." You twist around. "Some people kiss and caress. We're not those people."
            Magnus releases your hair and cups your face in his hands looking into your eyes, both of you still breathing hard far beyond aroused. “Did I hurt you.” He asks both of you wanting to kiss each other again but just barely resisting the urge.

            “Not in a bad way.” You breathe your hands resting on his chest your thigh wrapping around his hip as your bodies desperately continue to rub against one another. Magnus was a bit confused about all of this, and it wasn’t exactly normal behavior for you either. Unable to restrain yourselves your mouths crush against one another, your tongues dueling back and forth as you claw and tear the clothing that was left off each other before your bodies fall naked entwined together on the bed. Your hands lace together as you roll over each other, his knee between your thighs as you both turn over again coming to a stop Magnus laying ontop of you. Gasping for air you look into each other’s eyes.

            “We should stop. I should go.” He breathes as he kisses your lips.

            “No, don’t stop Magnus. Please . . . please don’t stop . . .” You whisper almost begging as you wrap your arms around his shoulders. It was enough and he instantly devours your lips his hand reaching down wrapping around your knee pulling your thighs wide open before sliding into you with one hard deep stroke. You cry out at the sensation your nails digging into his back as he begins his hard deliberate thrusts in your wet quivering sex. His hands turn palms down against the mattress beneath your shoulders giving him better leverage as his hips continue to slam against your thighs with each hard stroke.

            Your back aches as your legs hold tight around his body your eyes nearly rolling back. Both of you still quite intoxicated, the only thing driving you were pure carnal primitive lust. There was nothing else present just the desperation to ravage one another. Soon, at the core of your bodies you both meet a powerful climax nearly screaming as you both shutter. His arms stay wrapped tight around you as he rests his face to your neck, gasping for air as the aftershocks send ripples of pleasure down his body and yours.

            This went on for hours until both of you, completely spent and exhausted fell asleep, your shivering sweat covered bodies still entwined together.

            When you both woke up in the morning, you didn’t say anything. You lay still looking into each other’s eyes. There were no words for what you had experienced. Violence and sex always had a connection somehow, but for the two of you it was a trigger. Magnus strokes your hair gently, admiring how beautiful you were. He’d always thought you were gorgeous. From the first day you and Becky walked into the station. There was something about you that he couldn’t put his finger on, that drew his eye in your direction.

            “Do you know what my favorite part is?” He says softly as his fingers move from your hair, down your shoulder and arm to rest on the soft curve of your waist. “How you become practically paralytic when you cum.”

            You giggle a little, “I do not.”

            He chuckles a bit, “Yes you do. You’re entire body tenses and shakes and you can’t move. It’s fantastic.”

            “Can I tell you a secret?” You say softly. He gives a nod. “I’ve never . . . .” You pause wondering if you should even say it, but you’d started now you had to finish. “. . . no one has ever made me cum as hard as you do.”

            “Oh?” He says with a grin his hand moving from your side stroking down your back just wanting to touch you, feel every part of your soft luscious womanly figure pulling your body against his, sliding his knee between your thighs wrapping his leg around yours as his hands move over your back, your breasts pressing to his chest. “I have to confess that, this is . . . . this is something new to me as well.”

            Your eyes slide over to the clock feeling a bit tired. “We have to be at the station at 8. It’s 4am now.”

            “We can sneak a few hours before we have to get up.” He says nuzzling your face gently, his hand stroking your cheek. You smile nuzzling him back and within moments you both fall asleep in each other’s arms.

            The next day, sitting at your desk your going through files on a computer that had been confiscated looking for any illegal activities. “Hey.” Becky says hopping up sitting on your desk next to you. “You okay? You’ve been walking funny all morning.”

            Your eyes go wide not realizing that you had been limping slightly. “Uh, yeah. I think I fell at some point last night. I celebrated my first collar a little too hard.”

            “Hmm. So maybe don’t hit it so hard every time you make an arrest? Looks like you’re going to be doing it a lot, and your liver will literally jump out of your body and leave you.” She says jokingly. You smile and give a nod but knowing in your head it was probably not your liver but your Uterus that was going to walk out in protest. Her smile fades a little, “Um. Niki . . . I didn’t really get a chance to talk to you about Magnus last night before you left, and he . . .” She pauses a moment not certain if she should.

            You look up at her, “He? . . . . what?”

            “He’s . . . . you need to be careful because . . . . ” Before she could finish the sentence Magnus came over carrying a stack of files. Becky looks at him and falls silent. “I’ll see you at lunch, yeah?” You smile and nod and she hops down off the desk walking away.

            Magnus arches a brow seeing the way Becky looked at him and then left when he came over. “What’s her problem?”

            “She was concerned because I’m apparently walking like Quasimodo, I told her that I fell.” You say with a sigh breaking another firewall on the encrypted computer.

            He frowned leaning against the desk next to you. “Are you hurt? What’s wrong?” He asks in a soft voice.

            “I’m just a little sore. I’m okay. No big deal.” You turn the computer towards him, “I need help with these files. They’re locked and we need a password to get into it. We get three shots at the password, and then it will erase itself so I’m thinking what we’re looking for is right there.” Magnus looks at you a moment realizing you didn’t want to talk about it and turned his attention to the computer.

            “We have a program that might help with this.”
            Dax's wife storms past you, carrying a toddler in her arms. You'd only met her once at the yearly picnic. Dax looks out the window at the grey sky. The forecast called for thunderstorms from afternoon on. You knock lightly. "Up for some company?"
            He shrugs. "Not like I can go anywhere of I don't." He adjusted himself on the bed so that he sat up higher. His voice sounds more gruff than before the incident. The bandages on his throat look fresh.
            You sit saintly on the edge of the chair, sitting the take out bags on the floor. "How you doing?"
            "Fucked. You? Heard they put you with Martinsson."
            "Yea. I'm alright. I thought-" Better to be truthful than to lie. "I thought they were going to take my shield. If you had died, I think they would have."
            "Look kid, what I did was dumb. And if it wasn't for you, I'd have bled out on the dirty ass floor of a crack den."
            You look down at your hands. "Can you, uh, can you eat solid food?"
            "Some. Hurts most of the time but whatever you've got in that bag smells like heaven. Is that Dino's?" He sits up more, enraptured by the smell of a greasy burger and fries.
            "None other. Let me make sure it's ok with her nurse." You start to stand up.
            "No!" You pause halfway at his bark. "That smells too good for the nurse to say no. Our little secret?"
            "Sure, Dax." You wheel his tray over his bed and lay out the burger and fries. Neither of you say anything as he takes a small careful bite, enjoying the heart attack inducing greasy, cheesy bliss. He winces painfully as he swallows.
            "So how is being partnered with Magnum Magnus?" He asks around a mouthful of fries.
            You laugh. "I've never heard him called that."
            "Locker room talk, kid."
            "It's alright. We spend most of our time huddled over case files or computers. I like
            Detective Wallander but he really does pass the shit work down the line."
            "He try to sleep with you yet?"
            You nearly choke. "Wha-what?" Was it obvious?
            "Has Martinsson tried to fuck you yet?"
            "No, Dax. He hasn't and this is really weird to be talking about."
            "Niki, you've heard the rumors. Dude's got game. He's nailed every female officer under 40 who's come through the precinct, except for Becky Neillson." You nod. "Just be careful, kid."
          You finally notice he's not using his right side. "Dax, something wrong with your right arm?"
            He grimaces. "Fucking junkie nicked a major nerve. Use and feeling in my right side is limited and sporadic."
            "That's your gun hand, isn't it? "
            He nods. "I'm not coming back. I'm not riding a desk for the next 30 years till I hit retirement. I'll find something in the private sector."
            "I'm sorry, Dax." He shrugs.
            "Listen Niki, be careful with Magnus. I've heard some rumors. If, and I say if because I know you're not stupid enough to fuck another cop, if you do get involved with him, just be careful."

            Days roll to weeks. You and Magnus spend much of your waking hours together.
            Between pouring over case files and following leads for Wallander, you two have become inseparable. There isn't always violence in your sex, but there is always sex with and after the violence. You both gave as good as you got. You'd been in relationships based solely on sex, but none like this. Intensely passionate and all-consuming. Sometimes, it scared you how easily you hurt each other. But when you were loving and tender, it made your heart ache. He could bruise you and make you bleed. Then he could touch and kiss you so sweetly, you felt it might be love. Training class gave you both a good excuse to explain the injuries.
            You lean back in the chair and stretch. It'd been a long day going over eyewitness statements on a hit and run. Wallander had taken Magnus out in the field with him. To be honest, you were thankful for the break.
            Becky knocks on the desk. "Hey, sleeping beauty. Rough night?"
            "And boring day. I was hoping for a nap before Nata's Bachelorette party."
            "Jackson doesn't want me to go. He thinks you dirty bitches are a bad influence."
            You both laugh. "Of course we are!" You look at your watch then drop your feet from where they were propped on a pulled out drawer. "Shit. It's really that late?"
            "Uh, yea."
            "Fuck. I gotta go." You close the file folders and turn off your desk light as you shut down your computer. Magnus and Wallander come through the door as you grab your jacket and purse. "Hi you." Magnus touches your arm.
            "Hi. Hey, I gotta run."
            "I wanted to see if you wanted to grab dinner."
            "Can't. Bachelorette party."
            "Oh ok." His fingers dance along your palm. "See you tomorrow?"
            "Nope, I'm off. No way am I coming in hungover."
            "Oh." He looks so disappointed.
            You pet the inside of his wrist. "You can come by. Later tonight." Curt looks purposefully at the file on his desk.
            "Alright." You glance in the direction of Becky's desk. Her eyes on both of you like a hawk. You want desperately to kiss him to reassure him that you're ok. But there are too many eyes. Even the hand touching might give your relationship away.
            You try to get out of the door before Becky intersects you. She grabs your arm and pulls you to the side. "What the hell is that about?"
            "What?"
            "Don't you what me, Nikola. You're fucking him, aren't you?" You sigh. "Don't you lie to me. Don't you dare lie to me." She grips your arm harder and gives you a shake.
            "Yes, yes alright. We're sleeping together."
            "That's where the bruises are coming from, isn't it? Niki, if he's beating you, you need to get out now."
            "Becks, it's not like that."
            She releases you with a disgusted flick of her wrist. "Then enlighten me." Becky levels you with a glare and crosses her arms over her chest.
            "We both like it rough. Like really rough. I don't know. Violence is the trigger. And the sex is phenomenal."
            "That is so completely crazy and unhealthy, Nikola!"
            It's your turn to grab her arm. "Lower your voice." She doesn't look away. "It's not always like that. Sometimes it's sweet and tender and loving. But the rough, angry, scare the shit out of us sex is the best."
            "I'm not hearing this. Nikola, you need to break it off."
            "I need to go." You let her go and walk out the door, effectively ending the conversation.
            You yawn and stretch feeling a bit funky. Opening your eyes you find yourself lying on the floor next to your coffee table. Looking up you see Magnus leaning over looking down at you. “You honestly have no concept of moderation do you.” He says.

            “Hey, I made it into the apartment. The right apartment. I should get points for that.” You sit up having landed on a pile of junk feeling a bit sore from it. Magnus reaches down and pulls you to your feet, steadying you so you don’t fall.

            “Two more feet to the right and you would have made it to the sofa.” He says holding you in place. Reaching up he pulls some of the penis shaped confetti from your hair. “Looks like you had a good time.”

            “Umm. Probably. I’ll look at the pictures on my phone in the morning and see if I did or not.” Magnus just gives you a look. “What?”

            “It’s 8:30am.” He says pointing out it was already morning.

            “What?” You look at curtain seeing that there was indeed light shining through. “Damnit.” You look at your watch, “I’m going to be late. I need a shower.”

            You turn stumbling towards the hallway and he quickly follows after you grabbing your arm to study you. “Late for what? You try to shower like this and you’re going to break your damn neck! You need to go to bed Niki.”

            “I’ve got an appointment at 10am that I can’t miss.” You reach in flipping the light on in the bathroom.

            “Reschedule it!” He says catching you again before you hit the floor again.

            “Hey, same appointment, every three months, I don’t change it. Otherwise YOU, are going to be very unhappy.” You say tapping on his chest. He looks at you for a moment before realizing.

            “Oh, alright. Fine, I’ll take you.” He shakes his head sitting you down on the floor, “Last thing you need is a fucking DUI on your record.”

            Two hours later, Magnus is sitting in the waiting room using his phone to scroll through and check his messages. The door opens and you walk passed him heading back out to his car. “Hey,” He stands hurrying after you. “Everything okay?”

            You sigh leaning against his car with your coat wrapped around you and sunglasses blocking out the glaring light from your eyes. “Yeah spiffy.”

            “Everything, you know, taken care of?” He questions.

            You pull up your sleeve showing the bandaid. “Covered.” He unlocks the car and opens the door as you plop in the seat. He closes the door walking around to his side getting in.

            “Hung over as fuck aren’t you.” He says putting on his seatbelt turning on the car.

            “Dehydration will do that.” You grumble pulling your hoodie down over your face. He chuckles slightly before putting the car in gear and driving the two of you to the dinner nearest his apartment.

            Ordering breakfast, you instantly start in draining the coffee from your cup each time they fill it and Magnus just watches you in silence eating. “Why do you do this to yourself Niki?” He questions.

            “Do what?” Your eyes a little clearer able to concentrate a little better.

            “Try to drink yourself to death every chance you get. Either that or you really can’t handle your liquor and need to ease up on it a bit.” You give him a look. “What?”

            “You drink all the time.”

            “Not to the point where I black out or fall on my face. That seems to be your specialty.” He says taking another bite.

            Rubbing your face you finish your cup of coffee and he immediately pushes his glass of water over in front of you. Rolling your eyes you take a drink. “Becky knows.” You say with a sigh holding the glass between your hands starring at the ice cubes. “About us.”

            “So.” He says taking another bite of bacon, “None of her business to be honest. Anyone else’s either.”

            “Except people are starting to notice that we’re coming in with fresh bruises and various wounds during the week, not just after class on Fridays.” Taking another deep drink of water you stare into the glass again. “Then there was the doctor this morning.” He stops chewing and looks at you. “The internal bruises are apparently getting noticeable. They’re advising taking it easier for a while.”

            Magnus sighs and puts his fork down crossing his arms leaning on the table starring at you, “I told you to tell me if I was hurting you, damnit. I don’t want to hurt you Niki.”

            “You don’t . . . . not really.” When did you get to be such a complete liar? “If I wanted you to stop, I’d stop you.”

            “You honestly think you could?” He says arching a brow. Before you can answer he shakes his head, “You can stop me just by saying to stop. Open your mouth for once and say ‘stop’.” He says sternly.

            Both of you get texts on your phones and you take them out checking them. “Wallander.”

            “He wants us in, now.” Magnus motions for the waitress to come over and pays, “Can we get her order to go please?” He says motioning towards you. She nods and walks away. “Finish that, all of it.” He says pointing towards the water in front of you. You groan and pick it up draining the rest of it.
            You sit at your desk, eating your breakfast. This was shit. You were supposed to be off today. Magnus kept glaring at you.
            Wallander drops a file on your desk.
            "Victim number 5."
            Your food forgotten, you pull the file closer. "Serial rapist?"
            "You are correct. We're getting the other files this afternoon and they're letting us have a conference room."
            You look over the emergency room report. But one thing stands out. "She's lying."
            Curt and Magnus both look at you. "How do you know?"
            Your face colors but you maintain eye contact with Magnus. "The vaginal tearing. It says she had rough sex. Really rough sex."
            Magnus clears his throat and looks down at the file. "What about the bruises? She looks pretty messed up."
            Curt turns to you. "Well come on. Let's hear it."
            You glance at Magnus before looking up at Curt. "Significant other beat the shit out of her. What this tells me, she cheated on the boyfriend."
            "Husband."
            "Husband. He lost his shit and beat her up."
            "Alright. We'll go on that theory for this one. What about the other four?"
            You shrug. "I'm not even supposed to be here today." Dante.
            Magnus waits until Curt leaves the room to come over to your desk. "Look. I'm sorry. I just hate to see my girlfriend passed out drunk."
            "Girlfriend?"
            He takes your hand and plays his fingers over your palm, something you both discovered you enjoy. "Yea. I care about you and your the only one I'm having sex with. We spend time together. Doesn't that make you my girlfriend?"
            "I never thought about it."
            He leans in and brushes a lock of hair from your face. "Well you should. I didn't mean to imply you're a drunk."
            "I'm not. The last time I got that bad was the night in the hall. What? A month ago?"

"I know. I'm sorry. I just-" He laces his fingers with yours, rubbing his thumb along the back of your hand. "You told me to come over then you never called and I find you passed out with your door unlocked. You know better." He cups the side of your face. "You need to be more careful with yourself."
            You nod. "I wonder if Curt will let me go home now."
            "Not a chance but I'll drive you home later."
            “Magnus.” Wallander saw him sitting alone finishing up the reports for the day. “Where’s Rayne? Did she leave for the day already?”

            “No, she’s asleep on the floor in the conference room.” He said pointing in that direction. “She didn’t drive today, I’m her ride home.” Curt gives a nod but doesn’t leave quite yet. “Did . . . you need her? I’ll go get her if you want . . .”

            “No, she’s fine.” Wallander takes a breath and walks over sitting in the chair across from Martinsson. “What is going on between you two?” He asks outright.

            Magnus was a bit caught off guard, “What’s going on between. . . . me and Rayne?” He questions. Wallander just looks at him. Taking a breath he sighed, “We’re seeing each other.”

            “You’re dating?” Wallander said almost as if completely astounded to hear that. “I didn’t think you were the ‘dating’ type.” Magnus sighed and dropped his pencil leaning back in his chair slightly. He didn’t really think he was the dating type either. “Look, there’s enough to worry about in our line of work without having to be looking over your shoulder every two minutes.”

            “We aren’t breaking any rules.” Magnus says defensively.

            “Not any written rules, no. But it’s usually good policy not to date other police officers, much less your partner.” Wallander sighs shaking his head, “What the two of you do off the clock is your business, but the first time you bring it with you onto the job, then something is going to have to be said.”

            Magnus didn’t know how his personal life had gotten to be a topic of office gossip so quickly but frankly it was starting to get annoying. “Yeah, okay.” He says picking up his pencil and starting to write again.

            Wallander could see how annoyed he was, but the rumors surrounding Magnus seemed to have multiplied since he and Rayne became partners. “Get those finished up and go home.” He stood and walked away to live Martinsson to finish up.

            Later that evening, Martinsson drives you home as promised walking you up to your apartment door. When you open it and go inside he stops, “I’m heading home.” He says letting you know he wasn’t staying tonight.

            “You aren’t coming in?” You question.

            “You need your rest, and I need to do some laundry.” He says seriously. “I’ll see you tomorrow though.”

            You sigh before giving a nod and closing the door. Magnus stares at the closed door with a frown considering you didn’t kiss him goodbye or say good night. Shaking his head and turns and heads back to his car getting in and driving home.

            You stand for several long moments looking around your quiet apartment. God, what a mess. You really did need to do some serious deep cleaning. Shaking your head you put down your things before heading to the bathroom and jumping into the shower. Maybe he was right, maybe you did need to ease up on the partying just a bit. You didn’t really have that much fun when you were drunk, and the next day was always a nightmare to just make it through.

            When you come out of the shower you get dressed in your ratty old pajama’s and collect your dirty laundry piling it up in the hamper. It was decided, when you got up the entire apartment was due for a serious de-cluttering. Long overdue for a good cleaning top to bottom. Provided of course Wallander didn’t call you in tomorrow like he had today. Since you’d been made Magnus’s partner, you had been making a bit more money then you were before. Most likely because the hours were absolutely ridiculous and never seemed to end. Perhaps you would get someone in to clean for you.

            Crawling in between the sheets you reach over and turn off the light before pulling the pillow over your head and going to sleep.
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