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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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            You sit at your desk the next day, tapping a pencil on the wood. The chief had called you into his office and delivered the double edged news. You were about to go on suspension. Three months. It came from IA and a disciplinary hearing. Then you'd be stuck riding a desk for another month. Magnus pulls up a chair.
            "I just heard. Do you want to talk about it?"
            "Not really"
            He touches your shoulder. "Then can we talk about us?" He touches your hair lightly.
            You sigh and pull your head away so that he drops his hand. "Not here. It's bad enough the whole precinct knows we were together." Your use of were twists his gut. "And I heard about your shouting match with Becky."
            "Your place then? I'll bring pizza? Or Chinese. Whatever you want."
            "Sushi. And that strawberry tea I like."
            "You got it." A bubble of hope rose in his chest. He leans in, wanting to kiss you but thinks better off it.
            "Magnus!" You both turn to see Wallander beckoning him over.
            Becky sits down as soon as Magnus walks away.
            "I heard. Listen. Jackson says to kidnap you and bring you over for steaks and beer."
            "No thanks."
            "Oh. Are you doing something with Magnus?" She practically chokes on his name.
            "Why do you hate him so much?"
            "What do you-"
            "I've been thinking about this. You could have stopped him. You were right there."
            "Niki, I-"
            "I think you were jealous. Because Magnus actually was serious about me. You could have a confronted him. Shamed him. But no. You recorded it and came running to me." You grab your purse and keys. "I'd rather choke than have steak and beers with a shitty friend like you." You don't even bother to turn anything off. Magnus would when he realized you'd gone.
            Magnus sits on your couch. His thumbs work into the soles of your feet. You can't suppress your moan.
            "I'm on a week suspension. Listen, can we please talk about us?" His hands still on your feet.
            You sigh and lean your head back. "It hurts, Magnus."
            "I know, baby. And I'm sorry. I don't know how many times I can say it."
            "It hurts that you did it. It hurts that I care about you. It hurts that I miss you. So. Much." Fuck, you were crying.
            "Oh baby." He moves over you. "Don't cry. I'm an idiot. But I promise I'll be better." He caresses your bottom lip and then your cheek. "You make me want to be a better man."
            "One more chance. Any other women. And I'm done. I can't do this. I won't."
            "Only you, Niki." He kisses you but you gently push him back. "What's wrong?"
            "Slow. Ok?" Your chest tightens. "You -broke- me. You hurt me. And that trust, you've got to earn it back."
            Magnus nods and kisses you again. "I'll do it. Whatever you need or want me to do." He takes your chin then your lips, pressing himself against you. You feel a dull ache between your legs where his erection is pressed into your soft core.
            "For starters. Finish the foot rub then you can go."
            "What?" He leans back on his knees.
            "Just because I'm giving you a second chance doesn't mean I'm ready to jump back to where we were."
            "Ok." He thumps back into the corner of the couch. You drop your feet back into his lap.
            Just to be a bitch, you press your hell into his hard cock. He hisses in a breath. "That's not fair."
            "No it's not." You close your eyes as his fingers work wonders, teasing up your ankles. It felt good to touch you. And to hear you moan. His chest tightens.
            "I'm gonna go." He stands, shoving his hands in his pockets. "I'll call you tomorrow when I come off shift." He leans down and kisses you, caressing your cheek. You watch him leave, locking the door behind himself.
            Sitting in front of your computer you scroll lazily through your e-mails with a bored sigh. You hadn’t had this much ‘time off’ since before you joined the academy. It was completely maddening having nothing to do. You’d cleaned your apartment, it was spotless from top to bottom. Your laundry was done, folded and put away. Your bedding was washed and your bed was made. You’d even opened up your desk top computers tower case, cleaned it out and put it back. There was nothing left to clean, or do anywhere in your entire apartment. Tomorrow you guessed you’d take your car down to wash and clean out. That needed a good going over or two.

            Shaking your head you get up and head into the kitchen taking out the ingredients you’d gotten earlier at the store while you were out at the laundry to make stuffed Chicken Marsala. It’s been a while since you cooked, usually you lived off of stale day old take out not really having time for anything else.

            An hour later, your supper was ready and you wrinkled your nose. “Damnit.” You had a habit of making way too much every single time you cooked. Oh well, you had plenty left over for dinner a few more nights. There was a knock at the front door and you wipe your hands on the dishtowel hurrying and opening it. “What are you doing here?” You ask.

            “Really, Niki?” He says giving you a look stepping inside. You close the door and he kisses your cheek handing you the small bouquet of flowers he’d brought you. “Sorry I didn’t call first, I came straight from work.” That was a sore subject. You were ready to commit crimes yourself just to be able to go back in.

            “And you materialize just in time for dinner. What an incredibly fortunate bit of timing on your part.” You take the flowers and head into the kitchen to dish another plate.

            “You cooked?” He questioned coming in and looking around rather impressed with the complete overhaul you’d managed to do on your place. Now it looked even better than his.

            “Yes, I do know how you know.” You call back from the kitchen. You come back carrying plates setting them down on the table. His eyes light up in surprise walking over sitting down next to you.

            “Wow, what is this?” he questions taking the napkin you pass him.

            “Stuffed chicken Marsala. It’s a complete pain in the ass to make, but it’s totally worth it.” You disappear into the kitchen before bringing back two glasses of iced tea setting down one for him and then one for himself taking your seat.

            Magnus picked up his fork and knife and cut a piece taking a bite. It was absolutely delectable, the most savoring thing he’d tasted in ages. “Oh my God.” He said quickly taking another bite. “Niki, you’re . . . you’re a genius.”

            “No, just incredibly bored and idol. Even after going to the gym for a work out today I still had nothing to do.” You say with another deeply bored sigh. At this point you couldn’t wait to get back just to do paper work.

            You ate in silence for the rest of the meal and you were thrust into thought. You’d been thinking about the two of you. The way your relationship had turned. It wasn’t exciting as it was before he started this weird graveling, begging, pathetic former figure of a man. You missed your old relationship. It was passionate, it was abrasive, it scared the shit out f you, and you would completely lose yourself in the moment to the mercy of primal carnal lust. It was terrifying, it was exciting. this groveling thing he was doing . . . you just didn't like it.
            After dinner, you stood in the kitchen cleaning up. You’d just cleaned the apartment might as well keep it going as long as you could.

            “I’m impressed.” You hear Magnus say from the living room. “I did you paint or just wash all the dust off the walls?” He said in that snarky way he had. You roll your eyes and dry off the last dish putting it away in the cupboard before tossing the dishtowel aside and going in.

            “Or maybe you’re getting older and just need glasses to see things better.” You say crossing your arms.

            He arched a brow and looks at you seeing the challenge in your eyes. “I was trying to say that everything looks very nice.” He concedes. You scoff slightly in disbelief that he still seemed to be dragging his belly in the dirt where you were concerned.

            “Dinner’s over. Go home.” You snap walking through the living room and flipping off the light on him going into the bathroom and clipping your hair up getting ready to hop into the shower.
            His brows furrows. "What's your problem?" He follows you to the bathroom.
            "Nothing. I'm taking a shower and you need to leave."
            "Wow. Did I do something to piss you off?"
            "No. Yes. Fuck. Magnus, just go home."
            "No. You're being a bitch to me all the sudden and I want to know why."
            You sigh and throw up your hands. "Because you're actually like a goddamn pussy. I said we needed to build trust not you grovel like a little bitch."
            "You know what. I think I will go home." He storms out, punching a hole in your hall wall. "Fuck."
            You turn the water on ignoring his baby fit. "Lock the door!"
            He grabs you from behind and roughly turns you around. His mouth crushes yours, forcing it open with his teeth. His tongue invades you as his calloused hands rub down your back. You try to buck him off but he kisses you harder, pressing his body against yours.

His hands lift your ass and you wrap your legs around his waist. He pulls the short hair at the back of your head and you gasp.
            "Fuck I've missed this."
            "Shut up." You kiss him just as hard as he just kissed you, teeth and feral need. He carries you to the bed and throws you down. You bounce, conscious of your breasts bouncing freely. He strips off his shirt and and sheds his jeans. He doesn't give you a chance to get your pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them. He pulls them off roughly. What the fuck are you doing? You wanted to make him wait but goddamn he looks amazing and you missed him and he's not being a whiny bitch. He slips the condom on then grabs your ankle. He pulls you to the side of the bed and spreads your legs. He licks his lips at your glistening folds but right now, instead of tasting you, he wants to fuck you. Hard and make your bitching stop.
            "On your knees." You roll over onto your belly then push yourself up onto your knees. His long fingers probe you, making you arch your back.
            "Fuck me now or get out, Magnus."
            "Whatever you say, baby." He pushes forward, jaw set. He holds your hips still so he can impale you agonizingly slow.
            You groan, feeling the stretch of your body around. He pulls all the way out then starts the slow push forward, carving you out. He feels your walls clamp down on him. "Fuck. I love how tight you are."
            You start to make a snarky remark but he slams forward, taking your breath away. He grabs your hair and pulls you up. His hand wraps around your throat. "Rub your clit. I want to feel you cum around me." He holds your throat and your hip, pounding in and out of you. Rubbing your sensitive clit in circles, it doesn't take long for you to clamp down on him, cumming in a shuddering wave. He groans then pushes your face into the bed. He thrusts harder and faster, making you keen and claw at the sheets. "Oh fucking hell." With a final grunt, he holds his last thrust. You feel his cock twitch inside you before he leaves you empty with your ass in the air. He drops down on to the bed.
            "Still want me to go home?"
            "No. Not really but if it start being a whiny little bitch again, you're gonna have to lose my number."
            "Oh shut up." He pulls your head back with a handful of hair and kisses you deeply. "How about that shower?"
            You never did get to the shower, neither of you wanted to leave the bed. You only stopped briefly once when one of your wounds was still tender and not in a good way causing you to squeak. The two of you lie spooning tightly together, his body melded against the back of yours your hands laced with one another. His cheek rested against yours as you were both hard asleep having worn each other out thoroughly.

            Now this felt as it should be, it felt right again. Between your injuries and now both of you were unsure of where you were with each other but that was cleared right up now. There had to be some level of mental illness involved with this relationship. The fact that you took comfort in his being rough with you like he was, being able to be rough with him, to smack each other around and then to have the most phenomenal mind blowing sex ever . . . was that normal? It didn’t matter. It was absolute heaven. The fun and pleasure of the act itself, and the blissful calm after the storm when you could cuddle and caress and kiss feeling alive and together. You could get used to this.

            The annoying sound of both your phones going off at the same time pull you both out of your deep sleep. Magnus gets up sliding to the side of the bed getting his jeans as you reach over to the nightstand to pick up yours.

            “Wallander,” He looks at his watch, “Something serious must be up for him to want me to come in this early.”

            “Yeah but I’m on suspension.” You say sitting up looking at him showing him your phone, “What does he want me for?” You stare at each other realizing that this must have been severely important that the entire department might have been called in and bail out of bed pulling on clothes rushing out of the door.

            When you arrive you expect to see everyone piling into the building but they weren’t. It was just the team of detectives and you. Curt sees you and Magnus walk in together and that your attitudes towards each other seem to have significantly improved.

            The detectives all gathered around the table ready to be told what they were doing there and you stay back so as to stay out of the way. The chief walks over carrying several files putting them on the table. “We’ve had another murder that’s been connected to the other seven. The mutilation and similarities of the victim can only . . . .” He pauses seeing you standing back. “. . .Rayne, get in here and sit down. You need to hear this too.”

            “I’m on suspension.” You remind him.

            “Not any more you’re not. Sit your ass down with your partner and pay attention.” You arch your brows but didn’t have to be told twice instantly sitting down next to Magnus. “We’re getting severe media attention with this now with these jack-the-ripper type serial killings, and we’re getting heat from above that we aren’t putting enough serious effort into catching this whack job.” He opens the file and starts passing out crime scene photos. “The body has already been transported to the morgue, they’re doing an autopsy now but initial inspection of the body says that these are the same wounds on the other victims. Breasts mutilated, lips severed at the corner, uterus removed, left out in the open by the roadside. She’s a young woman of similar age, height, we don’t have a name yet but we’re hoping . . . .”

            “Alice.” You breathe seeing the face of the dead woman. Everyone stops and looks at you.

            “You know this girl?” Wallander asks.

            You’re dumbstruck staring at the photo another moment before you shake it off enough to answer, “Yeah, Becky does too. Alice Roper. She was our roommate at the academy.” You pick up the photo staring at it again.

            “She’s a police officer??” The Chief said wondering why her image didn’t come up on the system right away.

            “No, she dropped out of the academy a month before graduation. She didn’t say why, she just said she had to and left. I hadn’t heard from her for a while, I don’t know about Becky.” You say putting the photo down looking at another. “Why would someone do this to her? She wouldn’t hurt anyone.”

            “That’s what we’re going to find out.” Wallander promised seeing you were severely upset by this. “I’ll go down to the morgue, Magnus, you and Rayne head down to the crime scene. See what you can find out.” He paused a moment, “Can you handle this Niki? You can step down from it if you need to.”

            “No.” You say instantly. “I can handle it.” You didn’t want to entrust this to anyone else. Alice didn’t have any family of her own; she was an orphan and only had friends that she’d made in foster care. You look down a moment all sorts of memories flooding back, “She always made chocolate chip muffins for study hall.”

            “Alright. Everyone has their assignments. Let’s get to work.” Everyone stood from the table and you and Magnus got the address of the crime scene heading out. Once you were out of the building he catches your arm pulling you back.

            “Hey. Are you sure you’re okay?” He questions.

            “That’s a pretty asinine question.” You snap. He just gives you a look. You take a breath and sigh, “She was a friend Magnus” You close your eyes feeling your stomach turn, “Someone tortured, mutilated, killed, and desecrated her body. I want to catch the bastard who did this to her.” He gives a nod and you continue getting into his car and head to the crime scene.
            Magnus hurried back to the car with his coat over his head in the pouring rain with a drink carrier and a bag of food he’d gotten from the fast food joint. He hopped into the car closing the door tossing his rain soaked jacket aside. You’re sitting in the passenger seat starring out your side window. Your elbow leaning against the door, your fist against your lips as you just look at the pouring rain.

            “Jesus, the rain keeps going like this we’re going to need flippers and a damn rudder to get home.” He says putting the food and drinks on the dash. You don’t answer and he looks over at you. You’d been deathly silent since you left the crime scene. Alice’s body wasn’t there but a pool of her blood where it lay was. “Niki . . . maybe it’s best if you step down from this case. Let us handle it. Find this maniac and bring him down.”

            “I can’t do that Magnus.” You say softly. “I can’t just let her . . . .” Your words trail off still thinking about everything you’d learned. “No.” You say simply. “I’m on this.” You hadn’t gotten a full report of what the autopsy found yet. But if this murder was like the others, then even more grotesque details were about to come to light. Magnus realized this couldn’t be easy for you, he could see how it was breaking your heart every step of the way.

            Reaching over he cups the back of your neck gently stroking behind your ear with his thumb not knowing what to say to comfort you, seeing a friend murdered so close was a nightmare for anyone. You close your eyes feeling his touch on your skin. It was so incredibly soothing. Reaching up you wrap your hand around his holding it tight, turning your face to rest against his knuckles.

            He holds your hand as you nuzzle it gently before kissing it. Then the back of his hand, then his wrist. Magnus took a breath watching you a moment. He knew you were upset and distraught and this whole matter was a mess, but at the same time . . . you were just as beautiful and exciting as ever. Reaching out he laces his hand back around your neck once more pulling you in to a deep kiss.

            The rain fell harder on the car outside and the windows became heavily fogged. You wrapped your arms around Magnus’s neck as his hands wrap around your waist pulling you closer. Your hand moves down unbuttoning his jeans and sliding into his boxers wrapping your hand around his hard member stroking him firmly causing him to groan against your mouth. He cups your face in his hand as the kiss breaks, both of you gasping for air.

            It didn’t seem to matter where you were and that you were in the middle of a case, you were sort of stuck where you were at the moment anyway and couldn’t go anywhere until the rain let up. You released each other for a moment as you shrugged your jacket off; Magnus unbuttons and unzips your jeans catching your panties with his thumbs as he pushed them down over your hips pulling them down your legs. You slip out of them easily as he pulls you over to straddle his lap. Instantly you devour each other’s mouths again. His hand resting at the small of your back, the other sliding into your hair holding you tight against him.

            Reaching down to the side of the seat you pull the handle causing it to lay back, Magnus releasing himself from his trousers brushing against your already wet and twitching sex. He watches you as you slide your body down onto his hard member taking him deep inside you. He grasps your waist pushing you down onto him further.

            You immediately start to ride him, your strong thighs moving your body as you almost impale yourself with each hard thrust. Magnus’s eyes rolled back slightly as he leaned his head to rest back against the seat. He could barely draw a breath as you moved his hands on your hips to guide you with each movement. You lean forward your hands clutching to the front of his shirt giving you more leverage to ride even harder still.

            When he can feel himself start to cum, looks up at you wanting to see your eyes, but he finds that your eyes are closed and you’re gritting your teeth. This was different then when you were usually together. As phenomenal as this was, as intense as it felt, something was wrong. Reaching up he cups your face in his hand. “Niki . . .” He breathes but he can’t continue as his body starts to shake beneath you and with one final thrust he bursts deep inside of your quivering body. He can’t move for a moment catching his breath.

            Your eyes remained closed, your hands still clutching his shirt in a death grip. After a moment you rock your hips intending to get him ready to go again. Magnus opens his eyes looking up at you, “Hey.” He says seeing the pain written on your face more clearly than before. Your movements slow as you bite your lip trying to push down the pain and the tears. “Hey. Hey!” He slides his fingers into your hair pulling you down against him wrapping his other arm around you holding you tight. You could beat the shit out of each other later, but right now it wasn’t what you needed. For him to hurt you or for you to hurt yourself which was obviously what you were trying to do. He knows you hate crying, and he knows you hated to appear weak, but you’d had a hell of a day. Anyone’s emotions would be raw from finding a friend brutally murdered and eviscerated. You bury your face against his chest, as he strokes your hair with his hands kissing your head before embracing you against him once more. “We’ll get this bastard.” He whispers into your ear, “I promise.”
            Magnus keeps glancing at you. The crime scene techs had gone over the area, a shallow alcove off a main thorough fare in the park. They'd given you both gloves and evidence bags should you find something they missed.
            You started on one side and Magnus on the other. He was really worried about you. You had started to open up but this case shut you down again. He shook himself. This wasn't the time to lose his head. Get in the game, man. Something shiny flashed in the grass.
            "Niki. Light."
            "What is it?"
            "Uh, don't know that's why I need your light. It's brighter."
            You shine your light over his head. Taking a pencil, he picks it up. "An earring?"
            "Were there earrings on the victim?" You tense and crack your neck. "No. There shouldn't have been. Alice had an allergy to silver. And she thought good looked garish so she never wore jewelry."
            He carefully shakes out a bag then drops the earring in. "Two things. It could just be someone lost their earring in the park or it could be from our guy. Intentional or accidentally." He sealed the bag then started his search again.
            You resume yours, frustration growing. "This damn rain has washed everything away. I mean, I know she was dumped but they might have left something when they dumped her." You find a spot of flattened grass with four smaller spots. "Baby, come here" You take a picture.
            "Yea?"
            "Sit."
            "In the grass?" You nod. "It's wet."
            "Very observant, detective." You point. "That looks like an ass print. Sit." He rolls his eyes and sits down hard. You stand over him, placing your feet in two of the smaller spots. You drop down and straddle him, placing your knees in the other spots.
            Magnus's breath whooshes out of him. His cock twitches despite himself, resting his hands on your thighs. "Nikola, what are you doing?"
            "There were two of them." You pop up, giving him a reprieve. "Look."
            He stands up and takes in all five spots. "We need to check this spot fit body fluid." He produces a handful of swabs and takes several of the moisture on the flattened grass.
            "Do you think they were having sex?"
            "Maybe. The murder turns them on. They dump the body then go at it. Or. It could be our guy with our victim. They have sex. He kills her. Dumps her body."
            You sat in your car for a long time just starring at the building. This was something that had been weighing on you, and you felt like you had to do it. Finally you unbuckle your seatbelt and get out locking it behind you as you walk up to the building. Before you reach the doors, Magnus comes out having seeing you coming down the walkway. The coroner’s office had always turned your stomach. Of course you’d been through morgues before, seen dead bodies of victims before, but this was different. Much different.

            “Niki. I don’t think this is a good idea.”Magnus says seriously. You clinch your jaw and start to walk around him in determination but he reaches out catching your arm. “We have the crime scene photos, the full autopsy report. You don’t have to do this.”

            “Has anyone come to identify her? To claim her body? Has anyone even reported her missing?” He fell silently and you jerked your arm back, “They haven’t, and they won’t. Because she doesn’t have anyone in the world. She was an orphan, Magnus. No one else is going to come for her.” You shake your head, “I’m not going to leave her here in a freezer drawer waiting for something that isn’t going to happen.” Taking a breath you continue down the walkway opening the door and going inside, Magnus quickly following behind you staying on your heels.

            You waited a few moments until the medical examiner came out and collected you taking you back. “They said to expect you Officer Rayne.” He took you back to the wall of freezers where bodies were kept and opened a drawer pulling out the tray. You could see the shape of her body under the cover and it made your breath stop. Maybe Magnus was right, maybe you shouldn’t be . . . . but it was too late. The M.E. pulled the cover back.

            Her body had been cleaned, all the blood and dirt washed away. The horrendous gashes and incisions from the autopsy having been stitched closed. There was no color to her skin. There wouldn’t be, as there was no blood left in her. Your eyes remained locked on the lifeless shell unable to look away or even blink. Her beautiful yellow hair, the extreme natural curls in it, there was no mistaking it was Alice. You and Becky used to tease her by asking her how a Raven was like a writing desk.

            Magnus nodded towards the doctor who started to slide the tray away, “Show me the rest of her.” You say stopping him.

            He paused looking at Magnus. Magnus took a breath, “Niki, I don’t think that would be a good ide. . . .”

            “Show me.” You demand. The doctor gives a nod and takes the cover off of her completely. Your eyes moved down the severely mutilated and damaged corpse of your friend. Reading the report, and seeing the evidence in person were two incredibly different things. Some of it was postmortem, but a great deal was not. Tears started to fill your eyes as your breath became deeper in your chest. “It’s her. Alice Roper.” You state clearly. The doctor starts to cover her back up and you turn to walk away but stop and lean down kissing her cheek. "Safe journey." You whisper in her ear before quickly leaving the room.

            Magnus hurries after you, following you out into the parking lot. You run through to the grassy knoll throwing yourself forward as you vomit violently from what felt like the soles of your feet. Magnus stands back from you a few feet having had this exact experience himself, the reaction that followed killing someone or a severely mutilated corpse.

            Strangely, once you throw up you start to feel better, the sickness going away somewhat. You stand up wiping your face taking deep breaths. You still feel shaky inside. Pain and rage mixing in the pit of your stomach seeing what had been done. Magnus reaches out and gently smoothed his fingers through your hair tucking it back behind your ear.

            “The good thing is, that she will have a proper burial. It’s being paid for from a fund raised by a charity specifically for the victims of this murder.” He says softly. “If she has no family like you say, it sees that she’s taken care of properly.”

            “Great. It only took her being brutally tortured and horribly murdered.” You say shaking your head. You close your eyes taking a breath your shoulders dropping slightly. “I know. I’m grateful.”

            “We should get back to the precinct. The lab should be getting the results of the samples that we took, the other evidence we collected.” He suggests.

            “Yeah.” You give a nod and he walks you back to your car.

            “I’ll be behind you.” He says closing your door before hurrying to his own car to follow you back. You sit in silence for a moment feeling more determined than ever. Putting your seatbelt on, you look in the mirror at yourself. Your misty red eyes, quickly reaching up and wiping the tears away, before putting the car into gear and heading back to the station.
            You feel warm, strong hands masssge your shoulders. Closing your eyes, you lean back in the chair and let Magnus rub your shoulders. "You need to take a break, Niki. Let me take you home, draw you a bath and fuck you stupid."
            You smile softly. "That sounds wonderful." You stand and stretch. You'd been at the case files for over 24 hours. The pictures of all eight victims were tacked up in the war room, and their crime scene photos. You'd found a connection, aside from their physical similarities. They all belonged to the same gym.
            That had been where you'd started first. The owners had obliged your request for a list of members dating back to the first victim's death. You and Magnus had been pouring over it for two days.
            He held your hand in his as you walked out together. You both had made the decision not to hide but not to flaunt it. Holding hands was harmless.
            Magnus holds the door for you and you step out into he chilly night. Once outside the station, his hand moves from yours to the small of your back. His thumb caresses slow circles under your shirt and jacket. He presses you into the side of the car, his knee parting your thighs to grind against you let go a helpless whimper and pull him down into a fierce kiss. "Maybe you should fuck me stupid before the bath."

            The killer watches Niki and Magnus as they walk across the parking lot. He breathes heavy at their kiss and their bodies rubbing against one another. "If only her hair was longer." He sighs and shifts in his seat. He'll wait.
            He looks up as Becky leaves station alone. She's on her phone so he rolls down his window just a bit to hear her.
            "Hey, baby. I'm headed to the gym. Do I need to pick up anything?" She waits by her car, listening. "Ok, see you soon. Love you too." He rolls his window up and waits for her to start her car and pull out. He follows her at a discreet distance. When she pulls into the gym, the same gym as the victims, he drives right on by.
            The radio was playing in your apartment as you did the dishes. It had been a few days. Your head was so wrapped up in the case you hoped that doing something really repetitive and mind numbing would give you a break from that so you went to work on that when you and Magnus had finished dinner. It was late. It must have been close to 1am in the morning.

            Magnus lean on the doorway watching you in silence as you worked. You really were beautiful even with your hair slightly a mess, wearing a white tank top having taken off your over shirt, and your jeans with smudges and stains from the day since you had a habit of wiping your hands on them. It really was adorable. Just looking at you right at this moment, no one would guess what a complete powder keg you were when you were angry, or determined, or just flat out horny.

            A small smile appears when he hears a familiar song begin to play on the radio. Walking up behind you he wraps his hands around your middle pulling you back against him as he as his presses his body to the back of yours and kissing your neck. You smile a little closing your eyes leaning your head back against his shoulder. He folds his arms tight around you holding you against him as you can feel him swaying slowly to the music. The irony of hearing ‘Fooled Around and Fell In Love’ by Elvin Bishop playing in the background wasn’t lost on you. Honestly it could have been Magnus’s theme song.

            You can’t help but sway with him as he kisses your neck again. You turn to face him wrapping your arms around his neck as his arms embrace you even tighter. Closing his eyes, he rests his forehead to yours as you gently move to the music. His hands move down your sides, circling around to your backside as he presses his hips against yours. As the song came to an end, the two of you kept moving for several minutes, not even hearing the next song that came on. Just feeling each other’s heartbeat your chests pressed so tight together, listening to each other’s breath.

            He released your backside, one hand moving to the small of your back, the other reaching up and cupping your face as he kisses you deeply. Your tongues touching and dancing between your lips, savoring the full body sensation it gave you. It was like warm fingers caressing down your spine igniting a fire between your thighs, and Magnus was the only thing that could give you relief from it.

            The kiss broke, as you both gasped for air but just enough to catch your breath. You remained extremely close to each other, breathing deep, your lips almost touching as his hand continues to cup your face, his long fingers locked behind your head not wanting you to pull away.

            “Niki . . .” He breathed, “I lo . . .” Instantly your entire body went brittle and your hand shot up covering his mouth with your hand not allowing him to finish. Your breath was caught in your chest as you felt genuine fear at the prospect of him saying it, admitting it aloud. Magnus furrows his brow looking at you not having expected or understanding your reaction.

            “Magnus,” You whisper gently. “Please don’t. Please don’t ever say that. Never say that.” You took your hand away your eyes turning downwards. He just looked at you as confused as ever. Your fingers played with the top button and the collar of his shirt slightly. “When you’ve said it in the past, to countless women I’m sure, you never meant it. You said it to get what you want, and then you moved on with no regret, no remorse.” You explain.

            Now he was getting the picture, “And you think that if I say it to you, I won’t mean it and it’s the beginning of the end.” He says with a nod understanding now. Your eyes turn away almost ashamed that you thought it. But he realized that he deserved it. His behavior in the past was incredibly misogynistic and boorish. “Alright. Then I’ll say something I’ve never said before. To anyone else in my entire life time.” He takes your hand and places it over his heart looking deep into your eyes, “I will never hurt you like that Niki.” He says with complete sincerity. “I will never turn my back on you, I will never abandon you. You are safe with me, I promise.” He swore before taking your hand and gently placing a tender kiss on it holding it to his chest once more.

            You gazed up into his eyes unable to look away. There was such seriousness, such complete depth and honesty in his words. It was exhilarating, and terrifying at the same time. Being honest with yourself, you felt the same way about him. But you would never say it in a million years if your life depended on it. Before you could respond he consumed your lips again, even more furiously before. You eagerly returned it, your entire body aflame now. Magnus’s hard member grinding into you anxiously wanting desperately to be inside of you. He walks you backwards until your back hits against the wall and you grunt with the impact.

            As you begin to devour each other’s mouths again you draw your hands down his chest and abdomen and unbuckle his belt pulling down the zipper of his jeans pulling them open and slide your hands down inside wrapping your hand around his already painfully erect member and start to stroke him. He groans in pleasure as you can feel him quiver and twitch in your hand.

            His hands move down your back before grasping your backside and with one swift move you jump up wrapping your legs around his waist. He grins as you look down into his eyes running your fingers through his long golden curls. Your lips lock together in a ferocious kiss as he turns and carries you into your bedroom, instantly tumbling to the bed. Reaching for your wrists he unwrapped them from around his neck pressing them down hard into the mattress on either side of you, breaking the kiss as he leans down pressing his teeth to your neck, then your shoulder pinching slightly. Your eyes roll back as you moan in approval. Moving further down your body he pushes your shirt up and kisses over your strong muscles, his long fingertips caressing your bare sides.

            After a moment his hand slides beneath you unhooking your bra before he pushes it up with the tank top pulling them over your head and tossing them away, before his hands moved to your jeans unfastening them and pulling them off with one swift move before taking off his own shirt throwing it away. Then he leaned down capturing your lips again as your hands draw down his back and slide into his jeans grasping his muscular buttcheeks. You dig your nails into his skin and he hisses slightly, causing him to crush his mouth down onto yours a little harder than before.

            You grin sitting up beneath him, and he sits back on his knees allowing you to do so. Cupping your face he kisses you again as your hands quickly and anxiously pull his jeans and boxers down over his hips to his thighs. Leaning you back slightly, his hands press against the mattress as he lifts his lower body so you can remove his jeans the rest of the way pushing them down to the floor with your feet. Once you’re both freed from the confines and barrier of clothes, he pushes you back down to the mattress beneath him, dipping his head to kiss and nibble each of your breasts as your hands slide through his golden locks and down his neck over and over again. Your nails come into play again as you press them hard into his back no doubt leaving marks. His entire body seemed to shiver in pleasure as you could feel his hard manhood quiver against your thigh.
            But tonight, it seemed like he was interested in taking things slow and exploring your body. If you kept that up he wasn’t going to be able to control himself and hold back. He leaned up and wrapped his arm around you flipping you over onto your stomach before laying back down against you pinning you beneath him once more effectively disabling you. You giggled a little knowing now what he was up to. Reaching out you grasped the side of the mattress pulling yourself up further on the bed as you could feel his hands caressing your sides before sliding beneath you grasping your breasts, as he trailed kisses over your shoulders and down your back.

            It was a heavenly feeling to say the least. Those hands that could either hurt you or love you, and you loved them both in equal measure. His kisses, oh his kisses and hot breath were pure pleasure made tangible. Not to mention his strong firm body against the length of yours felt like . . . . . . you were suddenly jerked out of the moment as your eyes focused on your bookcase. It actually had books on it now after you cleaned your apartment and were actually trying to keep it up. You didn’t own a whole lot of books, and the few you had were horribly outdated. Like your school yearbooks. There were three letters on your yearbook from Jr. High that suddenly seemed really familiar.

            “Magnus,” Reaching behind you, you pressed your hand to his shoulder, “Magnus, stop.” He paused leaning up a bit shocked that you were seriously calling a halt to your activities. He rolled over slightly when he felt you trying to get up. Instantly, you slipped from beneath him nearly jumping off the bed causing him to sit up. You reached out pulling the yearbook off the shelf and quickly began flipping through the pages.

            “Niki . . . what the hell?” He said not knowing how you could be so suddenly pulled out of what usually engulfed you both until actual thought processes were impossible.

            You turn showing him the cover of the book showing the three letters and animal that was undoubtedly a mascot on a bracelet found at one of the crime scenes. His eyes go wide as he instantly got up, “What is that?” He says walking towards you. You quickly flipped to the page where you found what you were looking for pointing out the picture and name near the bottom.

            “Magnus, this is my 8th grade class. This is the small private school where I went to Jr. High after I was kicked out of public school. There was like 30 of us in the whole class. They closed the year after we graduated. It’s why we couldn’t figure out what the fuck that bracelet meant.” His eyes are wide as he takes the book from you. Your picture was two rows down from ‘Kelly Peterson’. The first victim. "I didn't know her, I was a loner who got in trouble for getting into fights with the teachers and getting stuck in detention almost every day. That's why I didn't know the name or recognize her. I didn't pay attention to the other kids." You looked at each other and instantly pulled the other yearbooks off your shelves and turned through the pages.

            Within moments, your yearbooks from Jr. High through the academy are laid out on the floor. Each page with the picture and name of a victim. The year corresponding with the order that they died in. “Oh my God.” You breathe, your eyes wide in horror.

            “Niki . . . . It’s not just the gym they all have in common. It’s purely coincidental not to mention the only gym in the county and we couldn’t find all the names until we went back on the membership records another 5 years.” He shakes his head in disbelief, “It’s you.”
            It was still dark, it couldn’t have been later then 4am. It was just you and Magnus in the station right now, besides the front desk clerk. You sat in the break room staring blankly at nothing. Magnus came in having made a few phone calls. “Wallander was out in the field, staying at a hotel out of town. It’ll be at least an hour before he gets in to the precinct.” He said with a sigh.
            Immediately after your discovery, the two of you packed up all your yearbooks, threw on clothes and jumped in the car racing to the station needing to tell the team what you’d discovered. This was horrible, it was absolutely horrid in every single way. Upon further inspection, you and Magnus discovered that the girls were not only in your class, they shared some of your same attributes. Whether it be physical or personality or were close to you, like Alice was. These girls didn’t just die because they were in the same class you were, they were substitutes. So he could act out the fantasy of the things he wanted to do to his real obsession.

            Magnus sighed and squatted down next to your chair looking up at you resting his hand on your thigh, “Niki, it’ll be alright. You’re safe. We won’t let anything happen to you.”

            “Yeah? How about everyone else I’ve ever met in my life? I’ve got a fucking psychotic Jack the Ripper wannabe murdering women left and right all the while keeping one I on me imagining I’m the one he’s raping, torturing, killing and eviscerating.” You snapped a bit harsher then you meant to. Closing your eyes you shake your head taking a breath to calm down. “I’m sorry.” You say softly running your hands over your face and through your hair. This was so much, so incredibly much to take in.

            “We’ve got a little time before the team gets here.” He says gently. “We can go get something to eat, or some real coffee, or something to take your mind off of this if only for a few moments.” Magnus suggested not really knowing what the hell he could possibly say in this moment. “What do you want to do?” He questioned.

            You took several breaths before opening your eyes and looking at him darkly. He wasn’t sure he could read your expression or what was on your mind. “There is one thing.”

            Within moments, the two of you smash through the door of one of the interrogation rooms, clawing at each other’s bodies mercilessly. You pressed your hands against his chest shoving him off of you. He turned slamming the door closed taking off his jacket walking towards you as you hop up onto the table.

            You reach out as if to shove him again but he grabs your wrists twisting your arms back locking your shoulders in place as he smashes his mouth down onto yours kissing you viciously. Neither of you are holding back at this moment, as your teeth graze his lips and he catches your tongue between his a moment before you devour one another’s kiss once more. He releases your wrists cupping your face in one hand a moment, before sliding his hand into your hair gripping it tight in his fist. His other hand moved down the front of your body groping at your breasts a moment, before continuing down and roughly unfastening your jeans.

            He was still quite frustrated from earlier in the night when you had been in bed but your activities had been stopped so abruptly. He was trying to focus on the job but the tension and frustration was excruciating. Which is no doubt why he was so onboard when it became clear this was what was on your mind up in the break room.

            As you were at work, and couldn’t risk being caught, getting completely naked wasn’t a good idea. So instead he wrapped his hand around your throat squeezing slightly pushing you back down onto the table. Then he grasped your jeans and undergarments pulling them down to your knees. Before roughly picking you up from the table and turning you around bending you over it pinning you there, his hand once again wrapped around your neck.

            Magus released his painfully erect member from his confines and pressed into your folds feeling out wet you were as he thrust hard inside of you filling you completely. Then a second time and then again keeping the same consistent hard movement inside of you pressing you hard against the table. As his thrusts became a little deeper, his hands moved down your body grasping your hips to give him better leverage as he continued. Your hands reach out grasping the edge of the table to hold onto. Magnus hissed slightly feeling himself nearing a climax already but doing his best to hold back until giving you yours first. His hand moved from your hip to press to the small of your back, then moved further up your spine underneath your shirt, his warm large hand against your bare skin. Breathing hard, he leans over you bracing his hands against the table on either side of you as he thrusts a bit harder then before. You close your eyes feeling pleasure welling up deep inside your belly. A few more expert deep strokes and you cry out, your body tensing around him and shuddering. Magnus groans following suit and cumming hard deep inside your quivering body.

            Both of you gasping for air, he leans down his breast pressed against your body, his head resting against the back of your neck. His hands find your shoulders and stroke slowly down them finding the back of your hands, and lacing his long fingers with yours holding you tightly beneath him as you both fight to regain your breath. You open your eyes that are slightly glossy with the powerful orgasm you’d just suffered. Magnus lifts his head and kisses the back of your neck before withdrawing from within you. Readjusting himself and zipping up his trousers, he reaches down and pulls your jeans back up over your backside to your waist. Then he slides his hands around beneath you and pulls you up from the table. Wrapping his arms around you he zips and buttons your jeans before kissing your neck and embracing you tightly against him holding you close. You wrap your arms around his holding them tight against you your eyes closed as you lean your head back against him and he rests his cheek against yours, truly feeling safe in his arms.
            Wallander had demanded a unit be assigned to you for protection after you and Magnus revealed the new information.
            "I think it would be better if we removed Officer Rayne from the case."
            The entire teams protests but the chief holds up his hand. "She is at risk. She's too close to this."
            "Sir, we're all too close to this."
            "Chief, with all due respect, Nikola and Magnus have been instrumental in this case. We cannot lose her."
            The chief sighs. "Alright. Alright. Now, the second order of bad news. SSS is demanding to be let in on the investigation." The entire team protests. "Now, now, I'm stalling as much as I can but eventually they'll bully their way in."
            You sit on your couch with your knees drawn up. Marilyn Manson plays on the background. What did you know about the killer? His victim profile, the connection between the victims. The victims were raped pre- and post-mortem. The victims were strangled with a nylon cord, like paracord. The genital mutilation occurred before death. The cause of death was exsanguination by evisceration. The rape before death was almost dispassionate. It was the post-mortem rape that damaged the tissues. Like the victim's death enraged him.
            You thought back to 8th grade. Your transition from boy bands and bubble gum pop to real music. You started your period and got boobs. You didn't date anyone. Boys didn't notice you. You were still shy in 8th grade.
            Magnus pauses his game and turns on the coffee table. "You didn't date anyone?"
            "No. No one. I had 2 dates the whole year. One to the Snow ball dance. And one to the May fate dance."
            "You didn't dump them?"
            "No. Magnus, I swear. Neither boy asked me out again. Neither of them tried for a kiss when they took me home. Nothing."
            "Your date to the Snow ball dance wasn't jealous of your going with someone else to the May Fate?"
            "He had a steady girlfriend by then."
            Magnus hmm's then turns back to his game. "I think we need to interview them both. We'll start there. Wallander will probably want to interview every male in your class after them."
            "Fantastic." Your voice is deadpan as you watch the character Magnus is playing fight on screen.
            Both your phone's buzz. "I'll get it, baby." It's an email with attachment. "It's the results from the grass swab. Vaginal and seminal fluid. They're running DNA." You rub your face.
            "You were right. That means the seven other scenes could have had similar evidence and it was missed. Fuck." He throws his controller then stands and begins to pace.
            "DNA will tell us if it was Alice he had sex with on the grass or a second killer or accomplice."
            You stand up and stretch. "I'm going to bed. My brain is fried."
            "I'll be in there shortly. Gotta save my game." He picks up his controller. You pull off your shirt and toss it at him.
            "Don't be too long." You bend at the waist and pull your panties down to your ankles. Magnus looks at you just as you stand straight and toss the panties at him. He drops the controller and your clothes to the couch.
            "Right behind you!" He chases you into room with a growl that makes you laugh.
            Sitting in the war room at the table, you lean on your elbow cradling your head in your hand as you stare at the wall with the names and pictures of the victims. The ones when they were alive in your yearbook, and the ones after they had died and were taken in the morgue. Then alongside the pictures of the girls, was a picture of you the year you were in class together. There was something downright terrifying about having pictures of the different stages of your life tacked up on a board next to the dead girls that resembled what you looked like at those ages.

            What had been pieced together was that these murders had started two years ago, not actually the year you were really in Jr. High. From then on, another murder happened every two months. Progressing through each year at school. That left you with a little less than two weeks before the next murder would happen, if his pattern hadn’t changed when he realized that the police were on to him. It had to be you next. You didn’t go to school anymore, you graduated from the academy. Who else could there possibly be?

            Magnus was sent to follow up on a lead that had been deemed too risky for you to go on. So here you sat for the majority of the day, going over every piece of everything that might spark a memory as to who this guy was. Someone who had seen you before? Someone who had seen you recently? You assumed that because he chose girls based on your years at school that were close to you, or that looked like you, or acted like you, the connection between the two of you had to be school. But the murders only started two years ago. Maybe he developed the obsession with you and then researched you and then his fantasy just continued to evolve bringing him closer and closer to you with each murder.

            You cover your face with your hands unable to stare at the dead girls any longer. It was your fault they were dead. “Fucker should have just taken me and been done with it.” You say with a sigh. The sleepless nights you’d spent trying to rack your brain, trying to remember every last detail, every person you saw, every word you’d said, every move you’d made. But nothing, nothing seemed to connect.

            “Officer Rayne?” You raise your head seeing the two guards that were meant to accompany you home tonight. You sigh and stand walking over and turning off the lights pulling on your jacket turning off the other light.

            “I’ll get my stuff.” You say as they follow you to the locker room. When you start to get in your car you stop, “I don’t want to go home. Not yet.” You really didn’t. Without Magnus there, there was literally nothing to take your mind out of this mess. “You guys want to grab a drink?”

            A while later, you’re sitting at a table with your two bookends sitting across from you drinking soda while you sip your beer. This was definitely not taking your mind off of anything, the whole thing was literally sitting in front of you starring you in the face.

            “So . . . You guys . . .do this sort of detail all the time?” You ask. They just looked at each other like you were talking a foreign language. You roll your eyes slightly before getting up from the table. They start to stand and you stop them, “The bar is just right there, I’m getting another beer, you two . . . . . sit there and look studious.” They sit back down as you pick up your beer bottle and polish it off rolling your eyes walking up to the bar, “Un-fucking-believable.” You put the empty bottle on the counter and wave the bartender down. “Give me another one please.” You say reaching for your wallet.

            “Put it on my tab.” Becky says appearing beside you. You glare at her a moment before giving a sigh and nodding to the bartender who gives you another beer adding the total to Becky’s bill.

            You look at her before finally giving in and taking the peace offering, “Thanks.” You take a deep drink.

            She smiles a little, glad you were at least finally talking to her, “No Magnus tonight?” She asks.

            “No, instead I get the giggle twins over there.” You say motioning to your table. She arches her brows.

            “Don’t they just look like they work for M.I.B.” She says noting the black suits, ear pieces, and strangely dark sunglasses for it being night time.

            “Or the secret service. Not exactly what you’d call naturals at this whole blending in thing.” You say taking another deep drink from your beer bottle turning and leaning on the bar. Becky sits down next to you looking at you a moment and you give a sigh pulling over the other barstool with your foot taking a seat.

            “Services for Alice on Saturday.” She says softly looking into her glass.

            “Yeah. I told the foundation paying for things to contact you. I gave them the names of her last foster family, but apparently they didn’t care enough to make the drive here.” You say shaking your head. “I think we’ll be the only two there who actually knew her. The rest will be the others in the community who helped chip in to have her buried.” You look over at her, “You are going, aren’t you?”

            She gives a nod, “Of course. I think . . . I think it might be okay for the kids to come with me, if it isn’t an open casket. It’s not is it?” She asks.

            You scoff slamming your beer down on the bar, “You’re fucking kidding me right? You saw the post mortem pictures Becky. For Christ’s sake!” You exclaim. Becky’s lip quivers slightly as she looks down. You sigh closing your eyes shaking your head knowing you were being harsh from someone who suffered the same loss you did. “I’m sorry.” You say softly. “No. They’re still fixing her up as much as they can, but . . . . It’s going to be a closed casket. She’s been through enough.”

            “That’s good.” She says reaching up quickly wiping her tears away. “Hey,” She said forcing a smile back on her face, “Remember her sugar cookies she made every Saturday before physical training and obstacle course?” She says.

            You can’t help but smile, “Thus defeating the whole point of the following 4-6 hour work out? Yes.” You both laugh remembering how you’d gotten caught by your instructor all double fisting cookies in the locker room. “God, she sure could bake. Thank God, I never learned how to do that stuff.” You admit, turning around and reaching for your beer which had somehow gotten a bit further away then you remembered putting it. Maybe you should slow down, this was your 4th after all. At least you weren’t driving. You took a deep drink hoping that maybe it would stop you from crying again once these memories ended and you realized she was gone forever.

            “Has your mom gotten in on this yet?” Becky asks and you put your beer down instantly almost choking on the swallow.

            “No!” You say quickly looking around before looking at her, “This anonymity thing she and I have since boarding school works out fine and suits us both. I don’t want her getting into this at all. She doesn’t want to be associated with me, and I don’t want to be associated with her. So,” You hold your finger up to your lips silently telling her to can it. “Election campaigning doesn’t start until next year anyway, I doubt she could use this to her advantage just yet. Wait until he kills me, then she’ll make an appearance.” You scoff taking another drink of beer. Closing your eyes you reach up touching your head feeling a little dizzy. Crap, maybe you did over do it. You hadn’t eaten all day.
            “Hey, are you alright kid?” She asks.

            “God, no.” You say shaking your head. “Feels like college all over again.” You get up starting to head for the ladies room but she stops you.

            “What about tweedle dum, and tweedle dee over there?” She asks pointing to your stone gargoyles.

            “Yes because there’s nothing like having two guys stand outside the ladies room while I’m barfing my guts out. Come on,” You grab her by the jacket collar and pull her with you, “You watch the hall and shout if anyone comes near it.” She shrugs and follows you.

            Halfway down the hall everything is beginning to bend and twist around and you feel more nauseous than ever. Becky watches you standing at the end of the hallway like you told her too, “Niki? Are you sure you don’t need help?” She asks.

            “I’m fine, I’m fine.” You wave her off opening the bathroom door and turning on the light. “Oh Christ.” You say covering your eyes with your hand, feeling less nauseous now but incredibly weak. You stumble over to the sink quickly splashing water on your face, but before you know what’s happening everything goes black and you collapse on the floor motionless.

            The next thing you knew, there was something like a flashing light over you. Like lightening, over and over again. You moaned and tried to cover your eyes feeling extremely cold, but something or someone grabbed your wrist pulling it away from your face flashing several more pictures. You manage to wedge your eyes open slightly but everything is incredibly blurry. You can only make out faint dark shapes. Instantly there were dozens more flashes and you close your eyes tight. “Magnus?” You whisper with a dry throat. The flashing stops and suddenly you feel what could only be a hard open handed smack across your face in response to you saying the name. It hurt, and felt like your eye was going to pop out of your head. Your hand reaches up and covers your eyes again. There were several more flashes, and then suddenly your hand is pushed away from your face as a wet cloth was held over your nose and mouth. You struggle slightly unable to hardly move before your plunged back into darkness again.

            This time when you felt yourself starting to come too, you heard something that sounded like your name being echoed down a dark hallway. “Rayne, Officer Rayne! Can you hear me?” Your eyes open feeling like they were full of sand as they shifted from left to right. “Nikolia Rayne, can you hear me?” you lift your head slightly trying to focus, and then you suddenly felt someone tap your cheek. Not a hard smack like before, more like a gentle slap to help you wake up. Instantly your hand shot up grasping the wrist and twisting it back as you reached up shoving your assailant away. “Niki, Niki! It’s alright! It’s me, it’s Curt!” He says quickly taking your hand again. “It’s okay, your safe now.”

            You look around still trying to get your bearings. “What the hell happened?” You ask. Looking down at yourself you realize you aren’t wearing much. The buttons on your blouse had been popped off, your bra and pants were missing, and all that was left was your panties. “The fuck!” You look to see an IV in your arm, leads attached to your chest, and realize there’s a oxygen mask around your neck. In a slight panic you start to rip it off you reaching for the IV but Curt stops you, “It’s okay. It’s alright. Let them take care of you.” The paramedics quickly pull a blanket over you and raise the gurney from the ground pushing it towards the ambulance. “No, stop it! I’m fine.” You start to fight and struggle but they hold you down and put the straps on your feet and arms. “Get off me!”

            Wallander climbs into the back of the ambulance with you as you look out the backdoor seeing that you were outside the bar in the parking lot. Apparently you’d been dumped out onto the pavement in nothing but a torn shirt and underwear.

            “Stop it, let me go!” Curt reaches out and takes your hand again, “Curt, tell them. Tell them I’m fine!” You say pulling against the restraints that have no give whatsoever.

            “Calm down, you’re going to be alright. You’ve been missing since last night, you were found unconscious like this outside.” He explained, “You’re heart rate is incredibly high, you need to calm down.”

            You stopped struggling starring at him shaking your head, “No, that’s not true. I was just . . . . I was just inside the bar.”

            He shakes his head moving back letting the paramedic continue working on you. The paramedic puts the mask back on you to give you more oxygen but you were to freaked out about this entire thing and caught the tube with your thumb and pulled your mask off again. The paramedic shakes his head at Curt as it seemed you weren’t going to cooperate. Wallander sighs and gives a nod. The Paramedic injects something into the IV. “What are you doing? What the fuck did you just do?” You demand. Instantly you start to feel tired, your eyes turn to Wallander, “What did he just . . . . do . . .” Your eyelids drop and you can’t keep them open, “. . . . Where’s . . . . Becky . . . . ”

            “It’s alright, you’re safe. We’ll talk at the hospital.” With that, you’re unconscious again.

            “Who’s Becky?” The EMT asked.

            “Another officer. A friend of hers at the station.” He sighed reaching up and smoothing your hair back from your now bruised face which had been smacked before. “She’s missing too.”
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