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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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            The chief quieted the chaotic chatter of the squad room. "Alright! Before we begin the morning meeting, I'd like to welcome back Nikola Rayne." A loud whoop and cheer goes up from your fellow officers. You try to keep your surprise off your face. "We're all grateful for your safe return."
            You clear your throat. "Th-thank you." Magnus reaches over and grabs your hand, caressing his thumb over the back.
            "Secondly, Rebecca is on extended medical leave until she recovers from her injuries." You frown down at your lap. "We'll be organizing a benefit for her and her family so anyone who wants to help, please let Nancy know." He motions for two recruits sitting against the wall to stand up and move forward. "With Dax gone and Becky on leave, we've hired two new recruits. This is Gabe Taggert. Finished second in his class, by half a point. You'll be partnered up with Martin. Raise your hand, Martin." Becky's partner raises his hand. "And this is Jessika Hall. Finished third in the class, a point and a half behind Gabe. She'll be partnered with Regina." You frown even deeper. The new recruit with Magnus's old steady fuck. Great, just great.

You glance at Magnus who is studying the file on his lap. He had looked at the new recruits when they'd stepped forward but his attention had gone back to the case on his lap. Everyone noticed his lack of attention to the new female recruit, even you. This was a telling sign. He'd pointedly assessed every new female recruit in the past. The difference? You.
            "Rayne, I'm throwing you to the wolves your first day back. Martinsson has the file, you'll report to Wallander." The chief went through the duty rooster, assigning new cases.

            You chew your pin, carefully pouring over the case file. At first glance, it looked open and shut. Home invasion surprised, husband murdered, wife hit over the head. But what caught your eye? Nothing of major value had been taken. None of the electronics or works of art were touched. Both husband and wife retained jewelry and moneys on their person. Magnus sits down at your desk and shoves coffee in your face.
            "You look tired."
            "Oh thanks, babe."
            "You know what I mean. You didn't sleep last night."
            You take a sip, hissing at the heat and sucking on your lips. "I slept."
            "Like shit. Nik, you tossed and turned all night. You kept murmuring in your sleep." He reaches over and tucks a hair behind your ear.
            You sigh and decide to come clean. "I've been having dreams. Bad ones."
            Magnus frowns and leans back. He sets his coffee down and crosses his arms. "Spill. Now."
            You raise an eyebrow at his demanding tone. "I'm back with Travis. Only Greger's there. I'm drugged and they're both torturing me."
            Magnus sits forward and cups your face. "Baby, you're safe. They're dead. You saw the bullet go through his head."
            "I know. I know." You ruffle your hair, frustrated. "What's going on with Max?"
            "He's told us everything. His public defender tried to get him to hold out for a deal but I guess without Greger to live for, he doesn't care. He's plead guilty and asked for a bench trial. It's the quickest, easiest case I've ever seen."
            You nod then glance around the room. You notice Regina and the new recruit glancing over at you and Magnus on occasion. "I have to tell you. I'm extremely uncomfortable with the new girl Jessika being with Regina."
            "Why?"
            "On come on. I know you guys used to be a thing."
            "It wasn't serious. We only had sex. She wanted more. I didn't. So I broke it off. But why does her being partnered with the new girl bother you?"
            You shrug. "I just have this feeling that Regina's going to try to fuck this up between us. She's been one of the biggest shit starters in the precinct since you and I became a thing."
            Magnus grabs your chin and jerks you to face him. "You listen to me, Nikola. I fucked up once and nearly lost you. I'm not gonna let a piece of trim ruin the best thing that's happened to me. Got it?" You twist out of his hand.
            With a sigh you close the file and stand from the table, “Where are you going?” He asked not knowing why you were leaving like that all of a sudden.
            “To the evidence room. You know, where we keep the God Damned evidence.” You snap turning around and storming away.

            Magnus clinched his jaw and turned following in your direction. However Wallander stepped in front of him with a stack of records, “Can you take these down to records Magnus? These files are closed and are just taking up more space then we have.” Magnus’s eyes moved in your direction before he took the files and gave a nod turning in the opposite direction heading the other way for the basement.

            He was stewing somewhat over you and your behavior since this morning. Every time someone said something about you talking to someone, about taking a psychological test of any kind, you would immediately shut down. You were stubborn sometimes but this was a whole new level of stubborn bitchery on an epic scale. You wouldn’t even talk to him about it. The only therapy there was would be when the two of you completely threw down and ravaged each other within an inch of your lives. When he held you against him, holding you tight in his arms you slept peacefully. You would feel safe, and warm, and weren’t afraid. But Magnus didn’t know if your trying to ignore it was going to help it or make things much worse. Anyone who knew you, would know that worse would not be a good thing.

            “Hey there handsome.” Magnus rolled his eyes slightly.

            “Hello Regina.” Magnus said putting another of the files away before signing them back in.

            She moved closer, her fingers training along the files and shelves as she strolled a bit closer. “Haven’t heard from you in a while. Been busy I suppose. Such a high profile case and all.”

            “Seems like it.” He said closing the book before moving to replace the next file. “I thought you transferred out of here.”

            “Oh I came back, I missed the . . .” She stepped closer and rested her hand on his bum, “entertainment . . . my friendly coworkers . . .” She said with a Cheshire cat grin.

            “Mmhmm. Either that or you got caught humping the chief in the break room and he got rid of you as fast as he could before his wife beheaded him.” Magnus said signing in the file before moving to the next.

            Regina quickly hurried around him stepping in his way looking up at him with her hands behind her back, her breasts thrusts out in front of her, making no attempt to hide her outright attempt at seducing him. Magnus just gave her a look of utter boredom. “Oh come on Magnus, it’s been ages.” She pulled closer to him her fingers marching slowly up the buttons of his shift towards his collar, “As much as I’ve missed you, I know you’ve been missing me. We made such a dynamite team together.” She said leaning so close now their tips were almost touching. Regina took a deep breath pressing her breasts hard into his chest and he could feel how hard her nipples were against him.

            “Not exactly in uniform today are we Regina.” Magnus said stepping around her going back to putting records back on the shelf. Regina stared at him in disbelief usually by now he’d have her against the wall and half way there.

            “Okay, what’s wrong with you.” She said following him.

            “I’m working.” He held up the last file, “You know, that thing whole ‘protect’ and ‘serve’ we’re meant to be doing.” He put the last file on the shelf and signed it in. “Maybe you should give the job a try.” He started to walk past her and she scoffed shaking her head.

            “I don’t believe it.” She said turning towards him her hands on her hips, “It’s actually true.”

            Magnus walked over and started to slide his pass through the scanner to leave the records room, “What’s that.”

            “She’s castrated you.” Magnus stopped in mid step grinding his back teeth slightly as he clinched his jaw, his eyes narrowed. Regina walked closer to him, “God, you’ve changed. When I left here you were strong, you were commanding, you were suave, and charming . . . . now look at you. Completely pussy whipped.”

            Magnus’ teeth clinched tighter before his eyes glared over at her
            Magnus rolls his neck and decides not to rise to the bait. "Jealousy makes you ugly, Regina." He heads up the stairs and back into the squad room. You reenter the room at the same time.
            Regina grabs his arm. "Don't walk away from me, Magnus."
            He jerks his arm from her then puts his finger in her face and gets dangerously close. "Don't you fucking touch me. Ever! And IF I AM pussy whipped, it's because Niki has the best, prettiest pussy I've ever had. Better than your evil snatch."
            "Magnus-" She tries to touch him again and he shoves her back into the wall.

He looks up at everyone in the room looking at him, including you. He grabs his keys and storms out. You walk up to Wallander. "What was that about?"
            "My guess? Regina tried to corner him in the records room and he shut her down."
            "Why did he-"
            "Get so violent?" You nod. "He's terrified of losing you. You've changed him. Loving you has changed him. He doesn't want to go back to that. He's almost lost you three times now."
            You and Magnus sit together in the car on a stakeout. You’d eaten in silence, you’d driven in silence, you’d barely looked at each other since you’d left the apartment that morning. The cold hard fact of it was, you were partners. You couldn’t just leave to separate jobs in the morning and just avoid each other until you went home at night.

            Finally he couldn’t take it anymore and reached up slapping the radio off. “Damnit Niki, are we going to talk about this?”

            “There’s nothing to talk about.” You say simply starring at the building which had shown absolutely no signs of life all day. Even after dark, not a single light went on in or outside the building. It seemed like a pretty dumb thing to waste two of the department’s detective team on, except Magnus had a feeling Wallander just wanted the drama that tended to follow him and you around out and away from the station.

            “Come on,” He begins. “You think I don’t feel it? Feel the way things have changed between us?” You feel a knot in your throat wishing to God someone would call you, someone would go into the building, anything would stop this conversation from happening.

            You were silent for a moment looking for words wanting to choose them carefully. Maybe you could divert this entire thing. “Magnus,” you turn your eyes away knowing you were about to lie your ass off. “Things . . .are going to be different for a while. You know it takes time after someone whose been abducted for any length of time to return to normal life and behavior if they ever return at all . . . .”

            He clinched his jaw starring daggers at you hearing you recite the words perfectly from the victim recovery crime book like you were still a cadet in the academy. “Nikola. Don’t you dare sit there and try to feed me that line of bullshit like you actually think it’s going to shut me up.”

            “What do you want me to say Magnus?” You demand y our voice raising slightly. “That your ex-girlfriend was fucking you in her head over and over forgetting to hide it until she actually followed you down into the records room?”

            “You think I fucked her against the file cabinets in the basement?” He demanded.

            “I know you didn’t!” There was a pause of pure frustration between the two of you realizing you were fighting about something that wasn’t even an argument. Before the conversation can get more heated your eyes snap back to the building, Magnus just stared at you in disbelief. You did it again. The same thing you’d been doing since you’d stopped him from proposing to you. You didn’t want to talk about it, you didn’t want to acknowledge it, and if you thought anything might open up a hint of the word ‘marriage’ itself, every emotional wall you had would come slamming down.

            “Should I have?” He questioned forcefully. If you wanted an exit, he was going to open the fucking door for you. Yet he knew you didn’t, neither of you wanted to let the other go. You sigh, dropping your head slightly and covering your eyes with your hand. This kind of fighting was exhausting, and it actually hurt. Both you and Magnus could take a punch to the face, but not so much one to the heart. “You don’t get to just shut me out. You don’t get to just make a decision in your head alone that’s going to affect both of us. I didn’t ask you inside of me. I didn’t open a door or a window and ask you into my soul like this.” There was a pause before he added, “And I know you didn’t ask me into yours either.” It was true. It was just something that sort of snuck up on you both. Like you were unknowingly looking for each other your entire lives. Like there was a piece of the puzzle, a piece of your heart you didn’t know was missing until you’d found it. And if that bit was taken away again, the whole thing would probably crumble and fall apart.

            The silence was wrapped around your neck, you felt like you had to do something to break it before it choked you to death. “Magnus . . .” God, what the fuck were you going to say? You didn’t even know your own mind anymore. “. . . it’s hard . . . to wrap your mind around someone watching, and manipulating, . . . your entire life and never having a clue or even imagining . . . .”

            “It didn’t start with Travis.” He said cutting you off knowing you were deflecting again, even if you weren’t purposely doing it this time. “I found you. I came for you. And I executed the mother fucker that took you away from me. As I know you would have done without thinking twice. The only regret I have, and will always have is that I didn’t make it last much longer.” He didn’t even know why this was still coming up, you’d both put that part of things behind you. You both knew how much you loved each other, other people knew how much you loved each other, that wasn’t even an issue. “This started when you stopped me from proposing and asking you to marry me.” He said just cutting to the heart of the matter.

            There was a long drawn out silence before you breathed, “You can’t ask me that, Magnus.”

            “Yes I can.” He said sternly, “I can ask you, and you can say yes, because that’s what people who love each other do. They love each other, they aren’t ashamed of being in love, and they make damn sure the rest of the world knows it. By sharing a name. By sharing a home. By sharing a bed, and wearing rings to make sure everyone knows and doesn’t forget it. So that no one will ever think they have the right to keep us from each other, or get in between us again because it isn’t ‘decent’ or it isn’t ‘legal’ or we aren’t ‘family’.” Magnus clinches his jaw feeling a twist in his heart that he had to explain this to you. “We make our own family. We give each other to one another completely, in every way it takes so that we can never be kept apart. Never again. Not physically, not legally, not mentally, not emotionally, nothing.”

            There were tears in your eyes as you couldn’t even draw a breath. Your throat felt dry and you couldn’t look at him even though his eyes were starring right at you. You knew that if you looked at him you wouldn’t be able to keep it together, you wouldn’t be able to bite back the tears. That you’d have to tell him that you couldn’t marry him. You were too afraid too. All these years, getting in fights, being the rebel, going your own way, demanding to be separate from the ‘Rayne’ imagine and name. It all turned out to be posturing to hide the fact that you were just a scared, lonely, little girl. Who wouldn’t let anyone come near her because she was terrified there would be something out there that would rattle herself imposed desire for independence. The one thing that hurt you the most since the first second you saw Magnus, was the thought of never having found him in the first place.

            However before you could utter a syllable, your attention was pulled to the shady figure moving towards the building you’d been starring at all day. Magnus saw the way your demeanor changed and followed your line of sight to see what it was. It was startling as no one expected this lead to go anywhere. They’d searched the buildings and the outfields and didn’t really find anything of value, or indication that the suspect would return here to begin with. It was a follow up assignment that went whoever drew the short straw. The behavior you and Magnus had been displaying at work lately, placed it squarely in your hands just to give everyone a break.

            Instantly you both drew your weapons exiting the car having no intention of letting his bastard go so he could murder another kid. He’d already killed four children they knew about, all under the age of 10. Just because you didn’t want to bring another one into this world, didn’t mean the two of you wouldn’t fight to protect the ones already here.
            You enter the warehouse, Magnus on your six. The inside is an inky black mawl. You pause to let your eyes adjust. The vague outlines of forgotten machinery came into focus. You hear a clink somewhere in the dark. Magnus holds his breath.
            The suspect drops on you both from the catwalk. You don't see the knife glint in the minimal light but Magnus does. He shoves you back and grunts. He fires into the suspect's leg. They both fall to the floor in different directions. The suspect screams and grabs his leg. Magnus gasps and rolls onto his side.
            "Magnus!" You drop to his side and roll him into his back. Instinctively you reach for the knife.
            "No! Don't pull it out!" You both stare at it, breathing heavily. "It'll bleed more. Just call it in then check the suspect."
            "Magnus -"
            "Do you the job, baby."
            You nod. Your hands shake. Adrenaline and panic coursing through you. "Unit 5-17, officer down. I repeat, officer down. Stab wound to the abdomen. Suspect down. Officer involved shooting."
            "Unit 5-17, what's your 20?"
            You rattle off the address. You check on the suspect. "He's not moving, Magnus. He's barely breathing. By the amount of blood on the floor, I think you hit his femoral."
            You return to his side and shrug out of your jacket. You carefully wrap it around the hilt of the knife. Magnus is shaking slightly, his face sweaty but pale. You hear the sirens getting closer. "Niki." He reaches up to touch your cheek, his fingers leaving a blood smear. "I love you. This isn't your fault." He loses consciousness.
            "Magnus? Magnus!"
            The medics run in, their gear clinking obscenely. You stand and move back to let them do their job. You twist your bloody hands together. A second pair come in bringing a gurney. They set to work on the suspect.
            "No go, Dave. He bled out."
            "I'll radio for the coroner."
            The first pair load Magnus onto the gurney and wheel him out. The chief and Wallander pass.
            "What happened?"
            "We spotted the suspect and decided to follow. He got the drop on us literally. He dropped from the catwalk."
            "There's no way up."
            "He must have climbed. That might be why we didn't find anything the first time." You look up, fighting tears and fighting to understand what just happened. "Curt, do you see that?"
            "The office that has had the stairs removed. That's probably where he's hidden everything."
            "I'll see about getting a truck with an arm."
            "Good, now I'm going to the hospital."
            Curt follows you to your car. "Nikola, are you alright?" You shake your head.
            "No." You slide into the driver's seat. Your bloody hands on the wheel that Magnus's hands just held. You numbly drive to the hospital. The adrenaline fades and brings painful ugly sobs. You twist the steering wheel between your hands, gasping for breath. Your worst fear came to life. It was Dax all over again. Your partner injured in the line of duty. But this was far worse than Dax. It was Magnus. Your Magnus.
            You sit motionless on the chair in the hallway, having been waiting out here for what seemed like ages. Starring at the hospital tiles below your feet. At first it seemed like it was so crowded, and so loud. But now it was quiet, and it was just you. Sitting with blood smeared on your arms and across your face, clutching Magnus’s coat in your arms. You brought it in with you from the car, more out of habit then of anything else. As if he needed it.

            It seemed like moments from the time you were sitting in the car, listening to Magnus shooting down every argument every preconceived idea and incorrect notion you had about marriage. Preparing to shoot him down in the hope he’d never bring it up again. Then suddenly you’re clutching to his body trying to keep his blood from spilling and draining from him, taking him from you. Is this what he’d felt like every time you’d gotten yourself in the hospital? What he went through when you’d been abducted? Jesus.

            You shifted in your seat slightly and Magnus’ jacket slipped from your hand and fell to the floor. You heard something sort of ‘thunk’ and turned his coat over when you picked it up putting your hand in his pocket and pulling out the box that you’d seen the night you’d stopped him and forced him to put it away. You turn the small wooden box over in your hand, before slowly opening it with your thumb.

            It was such a beautiful bright shining ring. It was a very old ring that had belonged to his grandmother. Carefully taking it from the box, you look at it a moment before sliding it onto your hand. It fit perfectly. The bastard had already gotten it sized somehow before he was going to give it to you. You just starred at the diamond seated in the elegant swirls and decorations of the silver inset.

            Why in the hell were you pushing him away like this? What on earth made you think that your relationship with Magnus would even vaguely resemble the mess your parents called a ‘marriage’? His family wasn’t anything like yours, and he was just as insistent about your family staying out of your life as you were. They weren’t going to stay out of your life, but at the very least being your husband would give Magnus first and final say over you and everything you cared about. Just like being his wife would allow you to take care of him. “Like people who love each other are supposed to do.” You breathed repeating his words in the car as your eyes stayed fixed on the ring. The knot in your throat made the tears well in your eyes as you slowly slipped the beautiful ring from your hand and carefully placed it back in its box. Now he could die and you never let him give it to you. You never let him ask the question so you could tell him yes, that you did love him that much and didn’t care who knew it.

            “Niki!” You saw Magnus’s parents coming down the hallway and quickly put the box back in Magnus’ jacket as you stood wiping your face. Instantly his mom wrapped her arms around you hugging you tight. “Niki, what happened? They wouldn’t tell us anything on the phone.” She asked pulling back looking at you.

            “Who called you?” You were still a little bit in shock and as such weren’t thinking about much besides Magnus’ pale face as they took him into the ambulance.

            “The hospital.” Of course. He was brought in as critical and the hospital would have contacted his next of kin. Which wasn’t you. His mom put her hand over yours seeing clearly you were beside yourself. “Honey, what happened to him?”

            You took a breath clearing the knot in your throat so you could speak, “We were on a stake out, and went after a suspect. He surprised us in the dark . . . and . . . Magnus was hurt . . .” The tears were welling up again as you stopped.

            His parents waited before his dad asked, “Is he going to be alright?” Magnus had been rather open about how he felt about you with his family, unlike yours they were incredibly supportive and excited for him over it. Of all the people in the family they thought would never find someone to love so strongly it was Magnus. He had been somewhat of a charmer and ladies man since primary school, never showing any interest in just one girl so much as all of them.

            You couldn’t hold everything down any longer as your face started to twist and the tears finally escaped like a dam broke, “I don’t know, they haven’t told me anything, and he lost so much blood . . . .” You covered your face with your hand as though that would keep everything inside but it just seemed to make it worse. “I don’t know,” You said in broken sobs, “I’m sorry. I don’t know.” His mother quickly wraps her arms around you holding you tight letting you cry. God, what had you done?
            Magnus's mom lays her head on his dad's shoulder. You had let her hold you while you cried. Then his brothers had brought everyone food. And you all ate together. They shared stories about Magnus.
            Ewin cleaned up the mess. "So there Magnus is buck naked in the school swimming pool."
            "And the principal walks in with the local news crew, talking about the renovations."
            "On live TV."
            "Yes, mom. Live TV. And he just hops out of the pool, waves and runs into the locker room."
            The doctor steps into the waiting room. He clears his throat. "Sven Martinsson?"
            "Yes?" The laughter becomes a distant memory. The tension ratchets up.
            "Magnus is ICU. We had to repair his stomach and large intestine. He lost alot of blood. He's on rigorous pain medication and antibiotics. His greatest danger now is infection."
            "Can we see him?"
            "Not right now. We're getting him settled. I'll have a nurse escort you to the ICU waiting room. You're going to have to use isolation precautions. Gloves, masks, gowns. A gut wound is a tricky thing."
            "Doctor, thank you. You have no idea."
            "It's my job, Mrs. Martinsson."
            You stop the doctor. "When can we see him?" You can't hide the shaking or the tears prickling your eyes.
            "As soon as he's settled in, you may see him." You nod. "You're his partner?"
            "His partner and his girlfriend." The doctor takes your hand. "He asked me to marry him. And I was selfish. I told him not to ask me that. I found the ring. In his pocket."
            "Ms.-"
            "Rayne."
            "Ms. Rayne, Mr. Martinsson is a strong healthy young man. I have faith he will make a full recovery. But it's going to be a long hard road. He's going to need someone by his side." The doctor squeezes your hand and then leaves.
            You stood in the hospital shower in scalding hot water washing all the blood and dirt off your body. They didn’t want you going in to see him in such a state and risk infection. You washed your hair several times and scrubbed down every inch of your body not missing a spot. Getting out you dried off and put on the clean scrubs they had given you to change into. Your clothes were pretty filthy from the warehouse and from holding onto Magnus.

            “Rayne?” You looked up to see Wallander carrying your bag from the station.

            “Thank you so much Curt.” You take the bag and pull out your tooth brush and tooth paste and start scrubbing down your teeth, your tongue and every other part of your mouth.

            “How’s he doing?” Curt asks watching you sanitize your mouth.

            You rinse out the tooth paste before starting to scrub your teeth and tongue again, “They haven’t let me in to see him yet. His family . . .” You spit in the sink rinsing your mouth before getting out your mouthwash, “His mom and dad are already in there. But they want to limit the risk of infection.” You take a swig of the Listerine and start swishing as hard as you can before leaning your head back and gargling and spiting it out. “I was less then sanitary when I came in.” You admit taking another mouth of Listerine and swishing and gargling again.

            “But he came out of surgery alright?” You nod before spitting out the mouthwash. You dig around in your bag and take out your hair brush quickly running it through your damp locks before twisting it up in a clip. It was still pretty short but it was long enough you could clip it up.

            “Yes. But . . . they say it’s going to take some time for him to recover.” Digging around in your bag again you retrieved your clean underwear and disappeared behind the row of lockers quickly pulling them on under the scrubs. You always kept a spare set of clean clothes at the station. Coming back around the lockers you put your things back in your bag before grabbing the plastic bag with your filthy clothes in it. You didn’t know what else you could clean or clean better and you hoped you didn’t miss anything.

            “How are you doing, Niki?” Wallander asked knowing how hard it had hit you at the crime scene that Magnus had been hurt.

            You pause a moment not really wanting to look at yourself or how you were doing right now. “I’ll be better once I see him.” You say softly before heading out of the nurses locker room to get back to ICU and Curt followed.

            They put a cap, gloves, mask and apron over you before letting you into Magnus’s room. You felt sick seeing him lying there, machines beeping, lights blinking, wires and tubes every which way. It reminded you of Becky, the way she was when you were finally returned from your kidnapping and could see her. Walking over, Magnus’ mother stood stepping out of the way so you could stand beside him.

            His eyes opened slowly and looked up at you. He smirked slightly, “I’d recognize those eyes anywhere.” He raised his hand and instantly you wrapped both of yours around it. Wishing you could touch him but not daring to take your gloves off and risk making him sick. You kissed his knuckles through your mask before holding his hand to your face as you sat down in the chair next to his bed.

            “Mangus.” You say trying to push the knot out of your throat so you could speak, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry about everything. I’ve been such a complete idiot.” There were tears in your eyes as you looked at him not knowing if he could ever forgive you.

            “Yes. Yes you have.”He gently stroked your face over the mask with the back of his fingertips. He glanced at his mom and dad who understood that he wanted to talk to you alone and turned stepping out. “Niki . . . this wasn’t your fault.”

            “Then whose fault was it?” You say softly, “I was the only one there. You pushed me out of the way and took the knife that was meant for me.”

            “And I’d do it again. I’d take a knife, a bullet, and far worse to keep you safe.” He said seriously. You held his hand tight resting your face to it again. “We’re police officers baby. Occupational hazard.” He reminds you. Thank God he couldn’t see the way your lip was quivering behind your mask. “When I get better.” He squeezes your hand, “And I am going to get better. We have something to discuss, you and I.” He says seriously. You could see in his eyes he wasn’t going to wait anymore. He was going to ask you, and you were going to answer. It was clear that ‘no’ wasn’t an option.

            “Then you better hurry up and get better.” You whisper, “Because I don’t know how long I can wait to be Mrs. Martinsson.” He smiles at you before reaching across and pulling you up closer to him you stand instantly and lean over him so he didn’t put any strain on anything. Reaching up he cups your face in his hands.

            “I love you Niki.” He says gently stroking your cheeks with his thumbs. Before you could stop him he catches the mask pulling it off before pulling you into a deep kiss. You close your eyes returning it just glad that warmth had return to his lips. The kiss breaks and he looks into your eyes before drying the tears, sweeping them away with his thumbs. “I’m not going anywhere without you.” He whispers.

            “I'm afraid you’re stuck with me.” You whisper back, "Because I love you too." You both grin and he pulls you into another kiss.
            Ouch! Dammit, Nik, be careful."
            You smirk. "Oh for fucks sake, Mags. You're acting like I dug my fingers in it and played with your guts." You put the last piece of tape on the bandage. "Arms up. Have to get you presentable for brunch with her majesty."
            Magnus runs his fingers through his hair. "Do we really have to tell her we're getting married?"
            "I've already told Alexi and my dad. They won't be able to keep it from her for long."

He pulls you against him but you move up onto all fours, your knees at his waist and your forearms at his shoulders. "Mom wants to have lunch with you and Melody. She's over the moon."
            He cups your face. "Ok. You know, it's hard not to want to fuck you when you can't fight back." You rub your cheeks on his hands.
            "I thought you liked it when I fight back." He pulls your face down to him.
            "You know I do but there is some appeal to you being at my mercy." He releases your face and runs his hands down your back to your ass, pressing you against him.
            "As soon as the doctor releases me, you're in trouble."
            "Oh I am?" He grabs your throat and pulls you into a kiss that's all teeth and tongues. You let your forehead rest against his. "I think you're in trouble." Your phone rings. "And that'll be mother." With a groan, you push yourself off then take his hands and help him sit up. "Hi, mother. We're on our way. You know Magnus is moving slow right now. Oh please, you can spare another half hour out of your precious campaign for us."

            Magnus holds your hand tightly. His thumb caresses the back of your hand. "You can do this, baby."
            Your mother sips her wine. "Do what, Nikola?"
            You take a deep breath. "Mother, Magnus and I are getting married."
            "Oh sweetheart, that's excellent! A wedding will definitely detract from the ugliness of last winter."
            "Mother, this isn't a PR stunt. Magnus and I love each other. We've been through too much in the last year and a half."
            Your mother takes your hand and squeezes it. "I know that, flicka. But I'm just thinking of the possibilities of using the celebration of love to wash away that nasty business. We'll begin planning immediately. I'll have Claire start making calls."
            "Mom."
            "Nonsense, I've been waiting for this day since you were born." She signals the waitress.
            "Champagne. My daughter is getting married."
            "Congratulations. I'll bring that right out to you, ma'am."
            You and Magnus share a look.
            “Mom!” You interrupt finally staring at her. She looks at you and you take a breath. “No media.” You insist. “Magnus and I want our families to attend the wedding and close friends. Of course we want you involved but I’m not going to let you make this into some kind of circus.”

            “Sweetheart.” She says reaching over and taking your hand again. “It’s tradition that the bride’s family pays for the wedding. I intend to see that you’re wedding day is wonderful and memorable. Now. You don’t have to worry about a thing. I’ll take care of everything. First and foremost we need to find a good wedding planner. I know a few that come highly recommended.”

            You just give her a dark look. You hated when she did this. You could talk directly to her, as plain as could be, and she would still continue on her own merry way. Pretending like she heard you and takes your opinion into account, when really she’s just ignoring you and saying whatever it takes to get you to shut up.

            “Next, we’ll need to hire the caterers so we can get to work on the dinner menu right away.” You sigh and cover your face with your hand. Magnus reaches over under the table taking your hand and holding it tight. You warned him about this, but it was hard to believe until he was sitting right here watching it with his own eyes.

            “Mrs. Rayne,” Magnus began.

            “Oh no no dear boy. Call me Aneta. Or better yet, call me mom like Nikola does. You are soon to be my son-in-law are you not?” She says with a smile.

            Magnus half smiles trying to be polite, “Okay . . . Aneta,” He began again, “Niki and I have talked this over at great length. We want a small wedding. Family and a few close friends and that’s all.” He said trying to explain it as clearly as possible. If she didn’t hear it when you said it, he hoped that she would listen when he said it.

            “Of course.” She smiles. “Have you a guest list then?” she questions.

            “Yes.” Magnus says as you dig in your jacket pocket and take out a folded piece of paper handing it to her. She opened it and arched a brow before laughing.

            “Darling, there’s less than 40 people on this list.” She chuckles as she looks at you clicking her tongue. “Nikola, you have many more relatives then this. All you have listed is your father, your brother, and myself.”

            “Because that’s all I want.” Niki answered. “We want a SMALL wedding mom.” You repeat yet again.

            “Of course darling, whatever you say.” She says patting your hand before taking out her tablet starting to type in notes. You narrow your eyes at her slightly taking a breath to calm your temper. “I’m assuming that all these other names are family of yours Magnus?” she questions.

            “Yes. They are. But we’ve included a few friends from our precinct.” He answered.

            “Do you have a date and venue in mind? Or do we have to sort that first?” She questions.

            “We were thinking November.” Magnus answered. “Niki adores fall colors”

            “Hmm. That would mean gold, red, brown, orange colors?” Magnus gives a nod noting that you had become incredibly quiet and just stared at your mother. He could feel your hand clinching to his indicating that you were beginning to lose your temper. “What about your maid of honor? Your best man?” She questions the two of you.

            “We were thinking, Becky Wilson for the matron of honor. I haven’t quite decided on a best man yet.” He admits sheepishly.

            “We’ll that’s something that should be sorted right away, don’t you think?” She questions.

            “I suppose so.” Magnus said his eyes returning to yours. It seemed as though your mother was off the chain and running wild with plans.

            “You need to include Magnus’ parents in the planning.” You say seriously. “Don’t shut them out, they want to help too.”

            Aneta nods continuing to input information into her phone. You sigh looking at Magnus. He rubs your arm with his hand trying to calm you a bit. “and when do we get to meet the parents of the groom? We should have a dinner party at my residence so the two families can get to know each other a bit before the wedding?”

            “Yes. My parents would like to meet you.” Magnus’ fingers entangle with yours hold your hand tightly beneath the table. “Very much so.”

            “Good! Then I propose next Friday. Will your family be able to attend then?” Magnus gives a nod. “Excellent. There is so much to do and so little time.” She says with a bright smile.

            You sigh knowing she was going to turn this entire thing into a circus even though you had asked her repeatedly not to do that. Magnus can feel the tension in your entire body as you tried to remain calm. “And I’ll need Becky’s number right away. Text it to me so I can contact your matron of honor with details.”
            You go into your room at your apartment and flop face down across the bed as you groan.

            Magnus closes his book and smiles looking at you. “How was the dress fitting?” He asks, “Is it the one you wanted?” Your face still pressed into the mattress you mumble an answer but he couldn’t hear you. “What?”

            You take a breath and roll over onto your back. “Princess Di’s and Kate Middleton’s dresses weren’t this fucking complicated.”

            “Complicated?” He questions. “Does that mean I’m going to have to cut you out of it on our wedding night?” He says mischievously.

            You scrunch your nose at him playfully your hand resting across your middle before sighing in frustration again. “This was a bad idea.”

            He reaches over and strokes your head gently before leaning down and kissing your forehead looking into your eyes. His hand moves from your face down over your breast, squeezing gently before moving down further, his fingers sliding into your jeans. You reach down slapping his hand pulling it away from you.

            “Ah ah ah.” You say wrapping your hand over his resting it on your middle. “Magnus, you’re still healing.”

            “Baby, it’s been ages.” He says with a whine his hand moving back up to your breast. “I’m not even using my pain meds every day now.”

            “That wasn’t a scratch you had, they said that it just barely missed killing you.” You reply.

            He sticks his lip out at you. “You haven’t even let me touch you.”

            “Because you can’t just touch, Magnus. We already tried that and you went to bed so blue balled you almost slipped into a coma. Why do you want to torture yourself like that?” He groans and rolls over on his back starring at the ceiling. You sit up seeing the desolate look on his face and felt so beyond cruel. You lean over him looking down into his eyes. “Do you think, if I did this for you, you could possibly hold still or are you not going to be able to resist getting in on the action?”

            “Really?” He questions. “What did you have in mind.”

            You smile looking down at him before rolling over and getting your hand cuffs off the nightstand. You crawl up next to the pillows motioning for him to come lay next to you. Instantly he moves closer and you lay him on his back straddling his hips before putting his arms up over his head and his hands through the bars on the headboard, handcuffing them in place. He was definitely intrigued as he watches to see what you were up to.

            You start to unbutton his shirt baring his chest, “I mean it. Hold still or you’re going to bed frustrated.” You caution him. As you finish unbuttoning his shirt you kiss him deeply as your hands move over his bare chest. He groans anxiously into your mouth before the kiss breaks and you sit up on this thighs unbuttoning his jeans slipping your hands down into his boxers and caressing his already painfully hard member.

            Catching the hem you pull them off down his legs and toss them to the floor before trailing kisses back up his legs, smoothing your hands over his thighs as you make your way up further wrapping both hands around him and caressing him firmly. He raises his head and looks down at you, “Niki . . .”

            “Shhhh,” You move up looking down into his eyes, “I won’t bite.” Leaning down you kiss him deeply before whispering, “Trust me.”

            Magnus had always been against your mouth around the most sensitive area of his body, knowing how swept up in the heat of passion you both got and were sometimes quite rough with each other. He didn’t mind the two of you not engaging in that particular activity being highly against becoming a eunuch. You kiss his lips once more before trailing kisses down over his chest, to his abdomen. Your fingers gently brush over his sides, feeling the scar that was forming where he’d been injured. The stitches were removed a while ago but it had still been tender to the touch.
            You take off your shirt but leave your bra on. He watches you, licking his lips. You slip off the bed and slowly unbutton and unzip your jeans. You kick off your shoes and wiggle out of the jeans. His cock twitches at the sight of your dangling breasts. You settle between his legs and lean down. Magnus is watching you intently. His hands twist in the cuffs.
            "Niki?"
            "I'm planning my attack. If you hadn't noticed your dick is of considerable size." He chuckles. You press your face into the soft skin of his balls, rubbing your cheek against them. He takes a deep breath and shifts. You glance at it him.
            "Stay still."
            "I am." You draw your tongue up the vein on the underside of his cock. His mouth opens. Your lips close over the head and suck. His groan is deliciously deep. "Ohhhhh fuck. . ." Wrapping your hand around the base of his cock, you take him in little by little, hollowing your cheeks with each draw. He spreads his legs wider and braces his feet on the bed.
            You stroke him with your mouth and hand. Magnus shakes with effort to stay still but he can't. He clenches his fists and thrusts his hips up to you. "God, Nik, don't stop. I'm right there." His sexual frustration must have been more than you'd thought for him to be this close this soon. You weren't happy with him moving but at least he was enjoying it. His cock tightened and quivered. "Oh Christ, I'm gonna cum!"
            You pull him out from between your lips with a soft pop and stroke him, licking the head of his cock until he groans and lets go in a hot shot across the back of your hand. He collapses to the bed, his chest heaving. The site would be aching soon but he wouldn't let on.
            "You didn't stay still."
            "But you didn't stop."
            You grin. "I like to see your face when your eyes are closed and your mouth is open and I know that's because of me. Because of my mouth this time." You unlock his handcuffs then lay flat on your stomach.
            "So I've been thinking." He rubs his wrists.
            "About?"
            "This circus."
            "Cir-Oh you mean the wedding. Do tell." You roll onto your side and look up at him.
            "Why don't we elope? Curt and Becky would stand up for us. We take some of that money left in your account from the deposit your mom made after the incident and take a week honeymoon in Majorca."
            You open your mouth to protest but there's none valid. They'd all involve your families and Magnus's family was pretty easy going. "That's not a bad idea."
            "We just have to wait until the doctor clears me. Because I'm making love to my wife on my honeymoon."
            "You mean I have to pretend I'm going through with this for another two weeks until your appointment?"
            "Yes. It's not going to kill you." He leans down and kisses you.
            Sitting at your desk writing out a report Becky sticks her head around the corner, “Got a minute?” She asks.

            “Becky, what are you doing here? You’re still in rehab.” You say surprised that she was out of the hospital. “Well yeah, I still go in for my therapy but damned if I’m gonna spend another day in that damn hospital. It doesn’t take long to start hating everyone there since they had this habit of waking me up just as I go to sleep.”

            You smile a little, “You do look great Becky. I’m just glad you’re okay.”

            Becky walks closer and pulls the extra chair around to sit beside her, “Niki, I’ve told you a hundred times that this wasn’t your fault. You have to let go of this. It’s in the past. We’re safe and sound. And those assholes who did this to ass have been taken down so that they won’t hurt anyone else.”

            “You wouldn’t have gone through everything you’d gone through if it wasn’t for me.” She looks at you for a minute before punching your arm. “Ouch!”

            “That’s for being stupid.” She says seriously. “Come on, we’re getting ready for your wedding to Magnus. Your mother seems to want to hold to tradition and brings me in on everything. It’s . . . kind of weird really. Did you see the dresses she picked out for us?”

            You groan letting your head drop back, “Yes. I saw them.”

            Becky looks at you curiously for a moment, “Aren’t you excited? Just a little bit? I mean, you get to marry the man you love. Since the doctor gave him the A.Ok I imagine you’ve been going at it like bunnies.”

            You give her a sly look, “Actually we haven’t. I’m waiting until our wedding night. Give him as much time to heal as possible. I’d hate for the honeymoon to be cut short because we jumped the gun and hadn’t fully healed.”

            “Hmm. That explains the foul mood he’s in every time he comes into the precinct. But really, Niki, you must be excited to be his wife.

            “I am excited about that aspect.” You look at the ring on your finger, “I can’t wait to be Mrs. Martinsson.” You give a sigh.

            “But?” She questions.

            “But this is getting ridiculous. She sent out 600 invitations. 600! After we both told her we wanted a very small wedding. Friends and family only. We were talking about less then 40 people and somehow my mother rounded that number up to 600!” You toss your pen down and cross your arms sitting back in your chair. “It’s my wedding, but my opinion or wishes seem superfluous. I realize she was planning this since the day I was born, but damnit! It’s still our wedding!”

            Becky can see how upset you were and could understand very well. “Honey.” She begins, “If this is too much for you . . . there’s something you can do about it.”

            You look at her having a moment of déjà vu. “Magnus has already suggested it. I know that both our families will be disappointed, but . . . I’m feeling like I have no choice. You’re my matron of honor. Skipping out would be cheating you big time.”

            She smiles a bit, “As you’ve already said, it’s YOUR wedding. You should have a say in how and where you and Magnus exchange vows. If this is the only way to do it, then . . . I say you take it.”

            “Yeah. And my mother isn’t going to let us get away with just fleeing to marry and have a honeymoon. As soon as we get back she’ll throw a huge reception complete with a full menu and open bar.” You say softly.

            “Well that won’t be so bad. You’re avoiding the huge mind and soul draining production your mother is trying her damnist to create. After you and Magnus are married and have returned, then having a reception wouldn’t be so horrible, would it?” She questions.

            “I suppose not. And I wouldn’t have to wear that freaking dress. She had me in a steal bone corset. I think I would actually die if I had to wear it a whole day.” You say lost in your thoughts a moment weighing the pros and cons. “Would you come with us?” You ask turning your eyes towards hers again.

            “Really? You want me to come?” She asks.

            “You are my Matron of Honor after all, and witnesses will definitely be needed. You could come to the ceremony and see us off on our flight.” You say hopefully wanting to include her somehow in your wedding.

            She grins, “I’ll bet you haven’t discussed this part with Magnus yet? I have a feeling he might have some objections to it.”

            “Oh tough. I want my best friend standing up there with me. Would you?” You ask again.

            She thinks a moment before she smiled and gave a nod, “Of course I will.”
            This brings a small smile to your face. Elopement was sounding better and better by the moment.
            The doctor looks over the chart and nods. "Well, Detective Martinsson, your tests look good and your latest MRI came back positive. So I'll clear you for light duty. That means you're riding a desk for six weeks." He closes the chart. "I mean it. You're healing fantastically. I'd hate to see you tear yourself open but pushing too hard."
            Magnus smiles and nods but clenches his fist on triumph. "What about exercise, doc?"
            She glances at your lovely ring on your finger. "You're good for cardio. Treadmill, elliptical, stationary bike. Light weights. And since congratulations are in order, sexual activity is fine. But I'll give you this warning, if it hurts, stop. Don't push yourself. You were touch and go for weeks. Then your infection. Just take it easy."
            "Of course. Thanks, doc."
            The doctor reopens the chart and scribbles something down. "I'll refill the pain meds and see you back in 3 weeks."

            Magnus pulls your hair hard at the base of your neck. His breath is hot on your ear. You dig your nails into his shoulders, digging your heels into his thighs. His frantic thrusts jerk you both. He braces his free hand on the arm of the couch and leans up to look down at you.
            "Christ, Nik. You feel so good." He grits his teeth. Releasing your hair, he wraps his hand around your throat, rubbing his thumb across your lips. You open them and catch his thumb between your teeth. He shudders and bows his shoulders, closing his eyes and thrusting harder. His hips snap against your thighs.
            "Shut up and fuck me, Mags."
            "I'm close so touch yourself."
            You lick your fingers then slip your hand between the two of you. His body shakes with restraint while you rub your clit in firm circles. He buries his face in your neck, sinking his teeth into your flesh and groaning. The bite did it. You cry out, clamping your thighs around his waist. He grunts and let's go, shaking head to toe as he cums.
            You lay entwined, catching your breath. "So I called the chief and put in for two weeks unpaid leave. Flights are booked for tomorrow. Becky and Curt are going to meet us at the courthouse in the morning."
            "You've taken care of everything." He sits up and flops back. He leans up off the couch and pulls up his pants, tucking himself away.
            "You can handle the packing. I hate it. I'll fix steak." You pull your panties back on but walk into the kitchen in just them and Magnus's t-shirt. He rubs his hand down the center of his bare chest, stopping on his scar. It had been a long four months. But he didn't regret it. He'd saved your life. And it had finally knocked some sense into you.

            Becky hugs you tightly and kisses your cheek. "Congratulations, sweetheart. I was wrong about Magnus. And I'm so very glad I was." Curt and Magnus share a man hug then Curt hugs you.
            "Congratulations, Nikola. I told Magnus that when you get back, you'll have up come over for dinner."
            "I'd like that."
            The ride to the airport is anxious. The phone call with Alexi went surprisingly well. He congratulated you and made plans to visit. The phone call with your dad was bittersweet. He understood why but he made it known how disappointed he was that he didn't get to walk you down the aisle. You promised to visit when you returned from your honeymoon. Magnus holds your hand while you walk through the airport.
            "Nikola, Bridget said you didn't show up for the fitting today."
            "Because I don't need the dress, mother."
            "What? You didn't call off the wedding did you?"
            "No, mother. We didn't call it off."
            "Then I'm not sure I follow."
            "Magnus and I just got married at the courthouse."
            "You did what?"
            "You wouldn't listen. You went all mother of the bridezilla on me. We're heading to Majorca for our honeymoon. I'll call you when we get back to plan the reception. Because that's ALL your getting. And you only have yourself to blame. Now, congratulate your daughter and make the needed calls to undo the circus."
            She clears her throat. "Congratulations, darling. I-"
            "I love you, mother. I'll talk to you in 2 weeks."
            "I love you, Nikola." You end the call in time to start the three ring circus flying had become. Magnus tucks a hair behind your ear.
            "You ok?"
            "Yea." You turn to him and wrap your arms around his shoulders, standing on your tip toes. He smiles that breath-taking, charming smile. You return it happily. Yours wasn't a conventional love but it was yours. "Yea, I am."

~The End~
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