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Lightwood and Bane

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 2155H Remsen Village, Brooklyn

A man dressed in a knee-length turquoise coat, half hiding the tight dark dress slack pants he was wearing steps out of his polished black Lexus, into the sight of a nearby journalist currently crowding one of the topmost wealthy residential areas in the city of New York.

“Doctor Bane! What can you tell us about the murder tonight?” a woman wearing a tight black trench coat jogs behind the yellow tape, microphone in her left hand.

The male gives the journalist a once-over, continues walking to his destination, muttering a, “I’ll have a statement for you later tonight, darling.” 

A dark-skinned detective grabs the yellow police tape, lifting it when the doctor approaches, a sly smile on his face, “What’s up doc?”

Grimacing, the male replies a small greeting, “Detective,” before ducking under the tape, proceeding to walk up the small hill leading to the entrance of the house, his latest crime scene.

A smile appears on his face when he notices the figure in front of him, “Hello Underhill.”

The curly-haired blonde smile, “Evening Doctor Bane.”

Stopping in front of the uniformed officer holding a paperboard with his left hand, right hand jotting on the piece of paper clipped onto it, the doctor introduced himself, “Doctor Magnus Bane, Chief Medical Examiner,” he says, lifting his branded black leather bag, his ID clipped onto the handle.

After a subtle nod from the officer, Magnus heads toward the entrance.

* * * * * 

Alec Lightwood appears by the corner of the walking path, as Raj was about to spew nonsense about the new Chief Medical Examiner who transfers in 2 and a half months ago.

“You’re back?” Raj asks, eyes widening in shock at Alec appearing at the crime scene that night.

Alec nods subtly, “Yeah, cleared for duty.”

Chuckling, Raj grins lopsidedly as he eyes Alec, “Have fun Lightwood.”

Alec continues walking towards the crime scene, “What the hell is wrong with that asshole,” he mumbles under his breath. He had never liked that guy, even before his medical leave that he was forced to take 3 months ago. Hearing Raj talking to the journalist about ‘hot stories’ of the new forensic pathologist in their city, Alec snorts.

He greets the uniformed officer as he stops in front of him, a grin adorning Underhill's face, "Hey there."

Underhill smiles, “Hey, Jace is at the back, on the phone,” he says, pen pointing towards a large field behind him, a blonde standing in front of a tall fir tree, talking on his phone.

Alec nods, “Lightwood, Homicide Victor 828,” he says, unclipping his badge from his belt to show it to the officer on duty.

Underhill nods, jotting on the paper on the clipboard in his hand, then looking at Alec worriedly, “You’re back in duty?”

Alec smiles, clipping his badge back into the hold of his belt, “Yes. Can’t wait to be back,” he says, stepping towards the front door in seconds.

Jace greets his brother at the main door of their crime scene, patting him on the shoulder, “Hey, finally you’re back!”

Alec rolls his eyes, stepping into the huge brownstone, “And I thought you’re having so much fun without me chastising your ass 24/7,” he comments, stopping at the entryway to put on the necessary protective covers.

Jace snorts, bending to cover his shoes with the plastic cover, “Huh. Can’t have fun if I can’t annoy my brother 24/7,” he grins, “We got a new ME since Aldertree-” he pauses, did not try to finish his sentence, “He’s from LA. Cool and a great guy.”

Lydia Branwell, their Sergeant steps into the entryway from the living room, face frowning, deep creases on her forehead. That would always mean one thing, a messy crime scene.

Alec sighs, “That bad?”

Lydia answers with a swift nod, “Yeah.”

* * * * * 

Three of them steps into the main crime scene area, the flashy Medical Examiner hovering over the duct-tape bounded victim, posed into a sitting position on the expensive leather couch with blood all over the front of his body.

Magnus who hears the footsteps approaching focuses on the body in front of him, “It’s beautifully précised on how the carotid artery and jugular have been transected. The cut from one end to the other is a good 10cm, terrifically precise I must say,” he comments, left hand’s finger hovering over the opened wound, “And a neat and clean-cut, like how I like my men.”

Lydia rolls her eyes, “Stop it doc.”

Jace who steps closer to Magnus laughs, looking into the small notebook he takes out from the front jacket a minute before, “Victim is Doctor Mann Saddle-Hunt, 32. His husband Paul is missing. Their friends could not contact them since 72 hours ago, hence the police visit.”

Magnus hums, still observing the wound, blabbering about how clean the cut is and the person who did it must have had proper training. “I wish someone would teach me how to do a cut this beautiful.”

Alec’s eye twitches at what had been coming out of the Medical Examiner’s (ME) mouth, thinking about how the hell he is going to work with this weird man from tonight onwards. He walks around the couch, stopping two feet away from the victim and the ME, trying not to disturb the latter with his observation. He looks at Lydia, “Problem with their marriage? Do you think the husband might have done this during one of their fights?”

Lydia shakes her head, “No, it seems like they have a perfect marriage. But we found signs of forced entry.”

With a nod, Alec steps closer to the victim, near the ME who had just finished with his observation. Magnus' eyes lock onto Alec’s tall figure when he turns his head as Alec's shoes came into his peripheral view.

Magnus purrs as he stares into the gorgeous male standing near him, clad in a tight long-sleeved black dress shirt, leather jacket hugging his muscular body, pink kissable lips, glistening hazel eyes and pale skin glows under the lighting in the luxurious home, “Oh hello there,” he steps closer, right hand out.

Alec coughs, mesmerized by the ME he had just accused of being weird; the beautiful Asian man is the epitome of beauty. After a few seconds of staring, he looks down at Magnus’ hand, “Err, you have blood.”

Magnus looks at his bloodied gloves, chuckling as he pulls them off, “Ah sorry about that,” he says, chucking the used gloves away, right hand out to Alec again who gladly grabbed it a second later, “Magnus Bane, Medical Examiner.”

Lydia who had been the witness of said event pipes in, “You meant, Doctor Magnus Bane, Chief Medical Examiner,” left eyebrow raised, looking at Jace mischievously.

Jace grins, then starts speaking in an annoyed tone, “Well, what a huge difference than when you were introducing yourself to me, Doctor Bane. You insist on me calling you doctor every time we talk to each other.”

Magnus clicks his tongue, hand still not letting Alec’s hand go, “Oh well. You’re not worth it I guess,” he says, later eyes up and down Alec’s body, taking in each curve of the detective body, imprinting it in his mind, “And you gorgeous?”

Alec stutters, gripping the hand in his tight, cheeks in the shade of pink, “Alec-uh-Light-foot-ehem,” he sputters.

Lydia laughs, “He’s Detective Alexander Lightwood,” she continues, “Excuse him. He doesn’t work well when he’s nervous, which is extremely rare.”

Magnus smiles widely, “Gorgeous and adorable. My kind of man.”

Alec coughs loudly at Magnus’ statement, brain not able to comprehend what had just happened.

Jace who stood by the bookcase in the library interrupts, “If both of you are done flirting and fucking each other with your eyes, please do remember you have a dead body in the middle of your romantic scene,” he scoffs.

Laughing, Magnus pulls his hand away, licking his lips when he finds Alec staring at them, a lopsided grin on his face, “Oh well, you just have to make the best of any moment,” he says, turning around and reaching for a new pair of gloves a second later in his work bag on the floor.

Alec was able to gain his bearing a few seconds later, to again falter for a short moment when Magnus turns around and his eyes rested on the gorgeous ass. Alec coughs loudly at Jace’s wolf-whistling, “Shut up Jace.”

Jace snorts, then continues on circling the room, while Lydia stands rooted to her spot, decided on just observing her team.

Alec looks around the room, mind starts working on theories and picking up pieces from fragments of his memories, “Well to do same-sex couple,” he starts, then frantically starts looking behind him, “One is bound and posed, another is missing,” he crouches by the front of the couch, head dips to look under the coffee table, turning to look at Lydia and then to Jace, “A black rose and a yellow chrysanthemum.”

Jace gasps while Magnus frowns, trying his best to recall his recent reading about cases related to the one he’s currently dealing with.

Alec looks at his Sergeant, eyes glaring, “Is he out? Is the cult leader out?” voice stern and cold.

Magnus gasps, “Oh my god, this resembles the Valentine Morgenstern case.”

Alec stands, still pressing his Sergeant for the truth, “Lyds, is he out?”

“He’s not out Alec,” Lydia says calmly, hand out in a calming manner, “It’s just his MO, that’s all.”

Jace raises his voice, “Lyds, you could’ve warned us!” he barks, “You could’ve warned Alec at least.”

Lydia sighs, “I know. I just,” she pauses, “I can assure you Alec, as soon I get this case, I call the prison authorities. He’s in lockdown since a month ago. And there has been no news about The Circle since he was arrested.”

Alec takes a deep breath, running his right hand down his face.

“Alec, I’m sorry,” Lydia tries, voice soft, “If you’re not ready, I can pull you out of this case.”

Magnus stares at the detective trying to collect himself, he remembered being informed by his Assistant Medical Examiner, Isabelle about her brother, who is also one of the detectives in the precinct who had been kidnapped and tortured by the recently incarcerated Valentine Morgenstern, a man found guilty of murdering 6 same-sex couples just in the city of New York because he believes Angel despises unnatural relationship.

The detective was ultimately rescued by his partner after almost 3 days, body weak and badly bruised but they somehow managed to subdue and captures the serial killer.

Lydia stares at Magnus, “Doctor Bane, I believe you have gone through the cases I forwarded you about the victims of Valentine Morgenstern?”

Magnus nods, “I have,” he steps closer to the victim, pushing his head slowly aside, “Stun gun marks right behind his ears, similar to the victims of Morgenstern.”

Alec turns, face red, but breath calms, “Jace, I put that lunatic behind bars, how can this happen?”

Jace shakes his head, “I don’t know Alec. I can assure you, he’s still in prison. Clary would have told me.”

Lydia cuts in, “Anyone could have done this Alec, if he watched the TV news and read the newspaper,” she pauses, looking at Alec and Magnus simultaneously, “We might be dealing with a copycat.”

Shaking his head, Alec points at the flowers under the coffee table, “Except we didn’t release this detail,” he jitters, left thumb scratching the back of his right hand, “This could only mean one thing, his group, The Circle,” voice deep and rough, Alec continues, “He had trained someone.”

* * * * * 

20 minutes later, Alec had already feeling calm and back into his work mode (after Lydia called the prison in front of him, ensuring that Valentine is still in custody), he watches the Crime Scene unit lifting the victim onto a splayed tarp on the floor.

Magnus looks at the two male carefully placing his victim on the tarp, “Put him on his side,” he orders, before jotting down some details in the paper in his hands.

Lydia stands behind Alec, eyes onto the back of the male’s head, “Listen, if you want out of this case, just say it. Jace and I can handle this.”

Alec turns, looking at his old partner now superior, “No,” he shakes his head, a small smile forming on his lips, “I’m sorry I reacted the way I did.”

Jace who crouches by the one seater armchair looks up at his brother, “She’s right Alec. Don’t force yourself. Lyds and I can handle this.”

Alec chuckles, “Really, I’m good.”

Magnus who had been observing the trio looks at Alec, “I’m sorry, are you-” he starts, but decided to keep it to himself later on, “Never mind,” he shakes his head, eyes back on the paper in his hold.

“It’s okay doctor, what is it?” Alec insists.

Magnus clears his throat, “Are you the detective that Valentine kidnapped about 3 months ago?”

Alec licks his lips, obviously nervous on admitting such a shameful thing he had gone through to a new working colleague, “Yes I was.”

Magnus nods a few times subtly, “Okay.”

Alec frowns, “Okay?”

“Yes, okay Detective Alexander. All okay.”

Alec groans, “Please don’t call me Detective Alexander, it sounds so-”

Magnus cuts in, “Gorgeous?” he smiles, to Lydia and Jace’s obvious annoyed grunts.

Alec rolls his eyes, “So unprofessional.”

Magnus gives a sly smile, “So, choose one,” he says, stepping closer to the detective, “Detective Lightwood, Detective Alexander or just,” he purrs, “Alexander.”

Jace snorts, eyes looking at Lydia sideways, “Oh god. I might puke,” he says, to Lydia’s amusement.

Alec blushes, back of his gloved left hand rubbing his nose, “Um-we’re going to work together from now on so-” he pauses, eyes onto Magnus, “Alexander’s the best choice. Although Alec would sound better.”

Magnus smiles widely, amused at the adorable reaction he gets from the detective, “Alright then Alexander. And remember, it’s Magnus to you.”

Alec nods, “Okay then Magnus.”

Jace who was on his feet a few seconds after, stands next to Lydia, “I can’t believe my workaholic, headstrong, by the book brother is flirting in the middle of a crime scene, a bloodied body few feet from his feet.”

Lydia grins, “I know,” she says softly, eyes on the two male conversing with each other, “But it’s good to see him all flustered as well.”

Jace swipes out his cellphone, taking a picture of the flirting doctor and detective, sending it to his sister, “I better do this before Izzy kill me,” he says. It was a minute later when he adds, “I’m glad he’s back.”

Lydia nods, “Me too,” she observes the doctor in front of them, “I have a feeling Magnus would be good for him.”

“I hope so,” Jace adds.

A female clad in full suit steps into the scene, her ponytail tied high, “Hello,” she greets, stopping just a foot from the body on the tarp.

Alec turns, eyes onto the person who barges in, “Aline?”

Said figure smiles widely, then shifts her eyes on Lydia and Jace, “Hi.”

Lydia grunts, “Oh god, the FBI is on this as well?”

Jace grunts as well, but moving to steps closer to his cousin, “Hey there,” he greets, careful in hugging her with his gloved hands.

Alec follows suit, kissing her cheeks in greeting, “Why are you here?”

Aline rolls her eyes, “Nice seeing you three as well,” she continues later on, eyes on Alec, “Saw the homicide advisory and the possible kidnapping,” she says, moving closer to the ME in the scene, “I’ve placed an APB out on Paul Saddle-Hunt.”

Jace counters, “Yeah, so do we.”

Aline shrugs, observing Magnus, “Hi, Special Agent Aline Penhallow, FBI,” she greets.

Magnus nods, flashing a smile, “Doctor Magnus Bane. Chief Medical Examiner,” he says.

Aline nods, grinning later on, “I’ve heard a lot about you and your work in LA.”

Magnus chuckles in response, “Oh did you?”

“Well you know, you’re-”

“Aline,” Alec calls, annoyance obvious in his tone, “Why are you here?”

Aline turns around, eyes on her cousin, “You know how we get a lot of routine advisories and this one catches my attention, hence why I’m here.”

Jace tilts his head, mismatched colored eyes glaring at the agent, “What’s so special about this one then?”

“Jace, you know we’re on the same team.”

Laughing, Lydia circles the coffee table, standing next to Jace, “Hah, up until you take the whole case off of our hands and claimed you solved it. You guys sure love doing that.”

Aline shakes her head, “I promised I won’t,” she pauses, moving to stand in front of the trio, “I’m just here to observe.”

Alec raises an eyebrow, hazel eyes fixed on his cousin, “If you say so.”

Aline raises both hands, “I am.”

"Doctor,” the two male crime scene unit calls out, “We’ll transport him back to the lab.”

Magnus nods, moving closer to his team, “I’ve informed my assistant Isabelle, she’ll be waiting for you.”

“Okay,” with that, the two men left, carrying the body in a secured tarp towards the main door.

Magnus walks to stand by his work bag, eyes on the four people conversing with each other, “Jake, I’ll be doing the autopsy tomorrow morning.”

Jace grunts, “Doc, it’s Jace!”

Magnus shrugs, taking off his gloves and later grabbing his work bag, “I see you busy lots have things to catch up to, so I’ll leave you to it. Good night,” he says, disappearing seconds later.

Alec couldn’t stop watching the tantalizing hips as Magnus walks, to the obvious eyes of his friends and family.

“You gotta bang that man,” Aline chirps in, eyes on the same hips, “He’s goddamn fine.”

Alec chokes on his breath, to the amusement of his brother who pats his back, “What the fuck Aline!”

Lydia snorts, eyes rolling in annoyance, “You flirts with him and he flirts with you. Jace and I had to suffer the past one hour.”

Jace nods, continues patting his brother’s back until the older man swats his hand away in annoyance, “You should. You need some sparks in your life.”

“My ‘future’ sparks would probably die when they realize you come with it,” Alec deadpans.

“Magnus knows him, so one problem solved,” Lydia suggests, a wide smile on her face.

Alec harshly removes the gloves he was wearing, cursing under his breath, “I should ask my psychiatrist if it is possible to declare myself insane after I kill the three of you.”

* * * * * 

0735H Attica Correctional Facility

Valentine Morgenstern moves to sit on the metal chair with the help of Jace and two prison guards, both feet and hands secured to chained metal cuffs, eyes staring at Alec who stands by the corner of the well-lit room, “Ah, Detective Lightwood, alive and well I see,” he scoffs a second later, “How disgusting.”

“I see you still alive Morgenstern.”

Valentine rolls his eyes, then tilts his head to look at Jace, “How’s my daughter doing?”

“Can’t wait to see you on the table getting your lethal injection,” Jace taunts, crossing his arms in front of his chest, “She wanted to be there to ensure you’re finally getting what you deserve.”

Alec crosses the room, sitting on the chair opposite of Valentine, “Your so-called cult,” Alec pauses, “Where the hell are they now?”

Valentine grins smugly, leaning forward to annoy Alec, “How the hell should I know?”

“Don’t play with me!” Alec hisses.

Laughing, the bald man with a Circle tattoo on the left side of his neck rests comfortably against the back of the metal chair, “Your so-called department was so adamant on ensuring that I have no visiting rights, so I don’t even know what you’re talking about.”

“See one, do one, teach one,” Alec says, “One of your cult’s motto.”

Valentine hums, “And?”

“Your right-hand man, your son Jonathan-”

“Ah, my lovely Jonathan. I do hope he’s well,” Valentine chuckles, moving to look at Jace to taunt him back, “He must have been somewhere looking over his lovely sister Clarissa.”

Jace huffs, moving closer to the table, hands slapping against the cold top, “Where the hell is he?”

Valentine shrugs, hands on the table moves and the sound of the metal cuffs clinking fills the room.

Alec moves forward, hands folded in front of him, “You taught him didn’t you?”

“If teaching him meant by passing my knowledge and my revolts on you disgusting fags, yes I did,” he pauses, eyes straight onto Alec seconds later, “As a leader, I’ve been known on being meticulous about finishing what I started. And you,” he says, fingers pointing at Alec, “You being alive bothers me, because I wasn’t able to finish what I started with you.”

Jace crowds the serial killer, teeth-gritting tight, “I assure you, you won’t you sick scumbag.”

Valentine smiles, “Maybe I won’t. But The Circle will.”

Jace grabs the front shirt of Valentine’s, pulling him on his feet roughly, “Where the hell is Jonathan?!”

Valentine laughs, “I believe the time is up,” he says loudly and to his relief, the prison guard grabs his arm and another helps to remove Jace’s tight hold onto the collar of his shirt.

Stepping towards the door to the deeper part of the facility, Valentine whistles to later continue on saying, “I hope you sleep with one eye open Detective Lightwood.”

Jace rushes forward, “That’s enough you son of a bitch!” but he was stopped feet away from an amused Valentine with the help of a prison guard, “That’s enough!”

Alec turns to grab Jace by the wrist, “It’s okay Jace.”

Before crossing the door, Valentine yells loudly, “Be careful detective.”

* * * * *


“You okay?” Jace asks, eyes on the road as their car exited the correctional facility.


“You’ll be fine Alec,” Jace says under his breath, heart beating fast at Valentine’s threat, mind scared at the thought of what future holds for his brother, “Me and Lydia, we will be there for you. I’ll protect you.”

Alec turns his head, hand patting Jace’s hand on the steering wheel, “I know.”

Alec pulls his ringing cell phone from his jacket pocket, pressing receive when it was their Sargeant calling, “Lyds?” he hums, nodding, “Okay, will be there in fifteen,” he pocketed the phone a second after, eyes on Jace, “They found Paul Saddle-Hunt.”

* * * * * 

0830H Inwood Hill Park

Jace stops the car in the middle of the pathway leading into the park, police cars scattered all over with blinding blue and red lights on, “You okay?”

Alec takes a deep breath, “You go first. I need five minutes.”

Jace nods, knowing his brother needed some time alone.

* * * * * 

Jace takes small steps towards his Sergeant who was observing Magnus, “Hey,” he then notices Aline a few feet back, “And why are you here?”

Aline snorts, arms crossed in front of her chest,  “I was in the area,” she mumbles, moving closer to the ME.

“Where’s Alec?" Lydia says, looking over Jace’s shoulder. 

Jace smiles flatly, moving to get closer to the body lying on the patch of dirt, the ground covered with shrubs and fallen leaves, not a drop of blood in sight, “He needed some time alone.”

Lydia closes her eyes shut, “I should take him off this case.”

Jace crouches two feet behind Magnus, observing the doctor currently examining the cold body splayed on the ground, head propped by a thick root of the overgrown tree they’re under, “He won’t let you,” he looks up at Lydia, “And heads up, Valentine dropped a threat on him. We probably have to put details on Alec.”

“What?” Aline and Lydia half yell.

Magnus turns to look at Jace, “What do you mean by that?”

Jace then proceeds on telling them about his and Alec’s visit early that morning and making suggestions on how they should deal with Alec.

* * * * * 

Alec steps closer to the scene, eyes on the male lying on the ground, “Doctor-”

Magnus clicks his tongue, “It’s Magnus.”

Alec smiles, cheeks turning pink, “Um, was he,” he pauses, eyes on the lower region of the male’s body, unusually covered in green and yellow vines.

Jace answers on Magnus behalf, “Yes, he was mutilated, the whole things-whoosh-,” he says, finger making a straight line in the air.

“Thank you Jake, at least I know some part of your brain is working,” Magnus says, moving to stand at the feet of the body, “Yes, but I would prefer referring it to-”

Alec continues instead, “Emasculation of a human male,” he says under his breath, moving to stand next to Magnus, “Valentine believes this is the way to humiliate same-sex couples, depriving them of their masculinity and their identity.”

Lydia who has been observing chirps in, “Valentine would always display his victim’s body, but not this, decent, he-he’d never cover the body up,” she frowns, looking down at the vines decorating the lower half of the victim’s body, “Not like this.”

Alec shakes his head, “Because this is his son’s doing. He must have had his own preference. But I guess they both had the same disgusting proud feeling on displaying their work,” he observes his teammates and Aline for the lack of their response at his conclusion, “You guys knew.”

Aline nods, “I’ve put a request to the facility to ensure Valentine is in lockdown and under continuous watch until we’re done.”


“No Alec,” Lydia butts in, “No more arguing with us. Let us do this our way and you for once, listen to us!” she barks.

Sighing, Alec runs a hand down his face, “I’m fine.”

Magnus tears the gloves covering his hands, moving to stand in front of Alec, “Alexander, just amuse them okay? They care about you,” he advises, voice soft.

Alec nods, “Fine. But I want to remain in this case.”

Magnus nods, “I’m sure Lydia would let you,” he grins, turning to look at the said female, “Right?”

Lydia nods, “Yes. But Jace and Raj would watch you and-”

“Ugh, I would rather die than having Raj watching over my ass,” Alec grunts.

Magnus chuckles.

“Fine, me and Jace,” Lydia concludes, but she gasps a second later, once her mind had finished processing her impulse decision, “But oh god, your house is like a chicken coop. It’s fucking small. And god, I wasn’t paid to babysit my subordinate and to watch two male and-” she looks at Aline.

Aline grimace, “Sorry hun, I’m staying in a motel myself. Babysitting is out of my jurisdiction.”

Lydia makes a noise at the back of her throat, “Traitor.”

Jace rolls his eyes, “We’re watching over Alec Lyds.”

“No. Babysitting Alec is hard enough, but I’m with you. That means I’m babysitting for two!”

Alec scowls at his Sergeant’s reaction, “I’m not that bad.”

Aline, Jace, and Lydia laugh simultaneously.

Magnus chuckles, hands moving to hold Alec’s elbow, “See they care about you.”

“They’re assholes,” Alec mutters under his breath but somehow finding comfort in Magnus’ action.

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 Alec finds himself standing in the living room of a two-story penthouse overlooking the Hudson River in the middle of the afternoon two days later, Magnus standing by a dead male in his 40’s, duct-taped to the chair in the living room, front of the body full of blood. The Medical Examiner was dressed in tight black colored leather pants and cream-colored long-sleeved dress shirt that did wonders to his biceps. But that ass-

“Stop staring at his ass,” Jace elbows his brother.

“Shut up.”

Lydia made a slurping noise that annoys the hell out of Alec, “That’s a great ass you know. Even better than the fake Kardashian booty.”

“Stop talking about his ass,” Alec hisses, blushing later on when Magnus’ gaze shifts on him, a smirk on his face, probably knew how the detective had been devouring his ass with his hazel colored eyes since he arrived, “And he’s probably taken.”

“Nope. Still single.”

Alec raises an eyebrow, “And how do you know that.”

“Izzy work with him stupid. And they’re buddies.”

Lydia nods, “And he moves here after his ex-girlfriend left him for greener pasture.”

“What an idiot.”

Jace agrees with his brother, “And you would be one if you don’t make a move.”

Alec takes a deep breath, the hesitation was obvious in his tone, “What if he’s not interested?”

Lydia snorts, slapping the male by the back of his head, “Only an idiot would say that. He’s been flirting with you non-stop ever since that night, you stupid.”

Alec growls, rubbing his injured area, “I’m not stupid. I have a degree in Criminology.”

“I don’t care stupid. Make a move. He’s into you as you are in him,” Lydia hisses, making a move downstairs when an officer yells for her attention, Jace behind her.

“Alexander?” Magnus calls for the detective’s attention, eyes still on the wound around the dead male’s neck.

Alec moves towards the ME, right hand grabbing a photo frame on the end table. He stood next to Magnus, frame next to the face of the deadman, confirming he is the owner of the house.

“His name is Jarred Alden-Orlander. His husband, Charlie Alden-Orlander, is missing,” Magnus explains, then showing the wound around the neck, “Same MO. Clean cut.”

Alec nods, eyes on the floor and under the glass coffee table, “No flowers this time. He knew that we had figured it out.”

Magnus looks at Alec, “The son, Jonathan?”

Alec nods, drawing a huge breath, “Yes.”

Jace steps into the living area from the grand staircase, “Alec,” he calls for both men’s attention, “You need to see this.”

* * * * *

Alec stood at the main entrance door, a young male clad in a sweater was explaining to the officer on the reason he’s there, “Hey, all I know is that I got a delivery for a Detective Alec Lightwood,” he says, hand holding a bouquet of approximately 20 black roses with a yellow chrysanthemum in the middle.

Alec nears him, “That’s me,” he later takes the white envelope embedded in between the arranged flowers while Jace pulls the delivery boy away to take his statement.

With hesitations, Alec pulls the card with his gloved hand, Magnus watching him.

Tick tock detective

Catch me if you can


* * * * *

Magnus walks into the bullpen, a file in his hand, “No fingerprints were found. And they used standard paper and ink you can find in any stationery store in the city,” he says, standing by Lydia’s desk which was situated opposite of Alec and Jace’s workstation, handing the file to her.

Jace grunts, tapping in his computer, “The order was made through an envelope with a wad of cash in it, dropped into the mailbox of the flower shop probably late last night with that card,” he leans into his chair, “Who the hell does that?’

“People who are adamant on keeping their identity a secret,” Alec says, elbow on his desk, palm supporting his chin, “Not that we didn’t know who he was.”

“You okay Alexander?” Magnus asks.

“Yes, I’m fine, I just-” he looks at Jace, “Clary doesn’t have any pictures of her brother? Like at all?”

Jace shakes his head, “Sorry buddy. When their parents separated when she was 5, Valentine took the brother away and never shows up,” he pauses, eyes on Alec, “Up until the day you and Lyds arrested Valentine and we found out about her being related to him when that lunatic requested for her.”

Magnus frowns, stepping to stand by Jace’s desk, “I thought you and Alexander caught Valentine?”

“Nope, it was me and Alec. We were partners before,” Lydia says, fingers still typing a report into the online system.

Alec grins lopsidedly, teasing his ex-partner, “And who knew, my ex-partner climbed a rank when I was away on compulsory sick leave for 3 freaking months.”

Lydia tosses a pen at Alec’s way, hitting him straight in the arm, “Shut up asshole. You knew I was taking the Sergeant exam.”

Bending to pick up the pen, Alec hisses, “I could write you up for violence in the workplace.”

Lydia rolls her eyes, unamused, “Whatever.”

“Her Defence Attorney boyfriend would make your life a miserable hell Alec,” Jace says, but later moves to pick up the phone ringing on his desk.

Magnus moves to sit at the edge of Alec’s table, “You sure you’re okay?”

Alec nods, not knowing why he’s so oddly comfortable in the presence of this new male in his work life, and without hesitation, moving to place his right palm on Magnus’ thigh perched on his desk, “I’m fine Magnus.”

Heart blossoming at the way Alec had finally gotten comfortable with him, Magnus smiles widely, right hand resting on Alec’s.

“Sorry to disturb you lovebirds,” Jace says over the phone, eyes on the couple, “Someone found the missing husband.”

* * * * *

1645H Marshland Conservancy, West Entrance

Magnus frowns when they were greeted at the crime scene with a single police car, lights off. For an active high profile case, that is extremely odd.

Jace, Alec, Lydia, and Magnus walks towards the officer and the young man who found the body, nodding at the rough direction of the body’s location he was describing.

“Thank you, just bring him back to the precinct and hold him until I come back. Good job officer,” Jace says, joining the other three at the opening of the secluded area within the compound of Marshland Conservancy.

Four of them treks down the winding path filled with vines and dead roots, to a bushy area almost 50 feet from the pathway, a body was hidden under fallen dead trees, leaves covering 80% of the body laying on the ground.

“Magnus,” Alec starts as Magnus moves to stands by the feet of the body, “I’m sorry but we need to surveil this body.”

Magnus frowns, “What do you mean?” he places his workbag down on the ground, “Wait, you mean just leave him here?”

Lydia nods, “Doctor Bane, this body, he’s still not-” she pauses, finding words to say, “-not complete.”

Magnus looks down at the body, genitalia still attached and if it not because of the severely pale skin, it was just like staring at a male sleeping on the ground. He argues a second later, crouching by the body, “But the longer we let the body here, more forensic evidence is lost!”

Jace takes a deep breath, “Doctor, from the look of the body, I can tell you that he died of asphyxiation, just like the other body that you autopsied yesterday and from the files you’ve read.”

Magnus grunts, slowly putting on his gloves, inching closer to the body in his crouching position.

“Magnus please,” Alec pleads, moving to step closer to the ME, “He’s still not complete. There’s a reason why the body is still in hiding and his genitalia still there,” he stops a feet away from Magnus, “We’re sure Jonathan might come back to finish him, this is our best chance to get him.”


Lydia looks around, voice lower but strained, “Doctor Bane, please, this is the only way we have to protect Alec.”

Magnus takes a deep breath, looking up at Alec who was jittery, his left thumb scratching the back of his right hand.

“I won’t do this if I wasn’t desperate,” Lydia tries again, “We’ll put the entrances under surveillance, and doctor, please, if we don’t do this, we got nothing.”

Jace closes his eyes, looking at Alec in worry and at Magnus in a desperate attempt to get him to agree with their plan, “Please, for Alec.”

* * * * *

2345H Marshland Conservancy, North Entrance

Alec was sitting in the car with Jace, while Lydia had partnered up with Alaric at the other entrance at the other end of the conservancy. He munches on his protein bar, eyes alert on the surrounding area, “Thank you.”

“For what?” Jace asks, mouth full of potato chips.

“Everything you and Lyds are doing.”

Jace shrugs, sipping on his can of cola, continues on munching his potato chips seconds later, “You’re my brother. It’s a must,” he says with a mouthful, chip crumbs dropping out of his noisy mouth.

Alec chuckles, “And how the hell Clary finds you hot when you’re this disgusting.”

Grinning, Jace wiggles his eyebrows, “I have my ways with the ladies.”

Alec grunts.

“Magnus likes you, you know.”

“I know,” Alec says, “I like him too.”

“So you should ask him out.”

Alec nods, biting into his protein bar, thinking on how he should gather the courage to do so, “I will. But after I ensure The Circle is taken care of.”

“Alec, you know it’ll take time to do so,” Jace retorts, later sipping on his cola, eyes on his brother.

“I want him and I don’t want to endanger his life,” Alec says, “That’s how serious I am of him.”

“Wow, that’s a great proposal dude,” Lydia chirps in through the wireless ear intercom.

“Oh fuck-” Alec swears, forgetting the fact that he had just confessed to his teammates plus his step-father’s best pal, “Don’t you dare say anything to him Lyds, or I’ll tell John embarrassing stories about you.”

“Yeah yeah.”

“And you too Alaric, do not gossip with Luke. He will then talk to my mom and oh god-” Alec grunts when Alaric laughs into the intercom, running his hand down his face, “-what have I done. I dug my own grave.”

Jace moves to open the door of the car, “I need to pee.”

“Don’t go far stupid,” Alec reminds, “And you have a bladder the size of a baby pony, you should wear diapers on the next lookout,” he comments, receiving chuckles from both Lydia and Alaric.

20 minutes further on the lookout, with Jace dozing off in his seat, Alec turns his head when he heard the subtle sound of footsteps and bushes rustling, “Jace,” he whispers, palm slapping his brother’s chest, “Hey wake up-”

Alec makes a swift move out of the car when a figure crosses in front of their car, running towards the woods, “Hey stop there!” he runs after the black hooded figure, his gun out, “Stop right there!” he yells again. He hastens his pace, the figure still not making a move to adhere to his commands

Able to find clear sight, Alec stops in his chase, gun up in line with his nose, he draws a short breath, holding it before his finger presses the trigger.

A loud gunshot resounds, but before Alec could make a move forward towards the fallen body, a tall figure chokehold him from behind.

During the scuffle, the perpetrator manages to knock Alec’s gun away, his hard boot kicking the back of Alec’s knee, sending the detective onto a kneeling position on the filthy ground. Another swift kick landed on Alec’s back, sending the male into a coughing fit. Alec was about to lurch in front to grab the man before he was subdued with a small jolt of a taser gun, rendering him weak and lying on the ground, somehow still awake.

“You’re a disgusting man,” the figure spits on him, later taking out a scalpel from his pants pocket with his right hand. The man stood in between Alec’s body, left hand harshly grabbing Alec’s hair, pulling him up from his lying position, “My father says hi,” he says, pressing the blade subtly over the skin of Alec’s neck, earning gasps from the detective when blood starts trickling down.

“Liking a man-” Alec gasps in between the pain, trying to gain his strength amidst the pain, “-is not a crime asshole.”

Irritated, Jonathan kicks Alec in the stomach, laughing when the male lurches forward, emptying the content of his stomach on the ground.

“It is a sin.”

Alec laughs, heaving hard, still don’t have enough strength to fight back, “Says who? Your lunatic dad?”

Jonathan throws the scalpel away in a rage, “Shut up! It is out of natural for a man to like another man!”

“And killing another human being is okay with you? You’re the disgusting man here Jonathan,” Alec taunts, smiling when Jonathan was visibly angry at him, “Just like your father. No wonder your mom doesn’t want you.”

“Shut up!” he yells, moving to kick Alec on the stomach again, and pressing the sole of his boot on the now lying figure’s chest, “I’m going to have fun with you, you fag,” he says, proceeding to grab Alec by the collar of his shirt, slamming his head onto the ground.

* * * * *

0235H Laboratory, the basement of New York Police Department

“Any news on the stakeout?” Magnus asks when he pushes the door of the laboratory, Izzy was typing the report in the pc on the work counter.

“No. You okay?”

Magnus shrugs, moving to sit on the stool by the microscope, “I’m just worried, it’s been almost 7 hours.”

Izzy smiles, licking her red painted lips as she continues on typing, “I see you’re smitten with that cold-blooded brother of mine.”

“Well, he wasn’t actually warm and fuzzy at first,” Magnus says, adoration clearly in his voice, “But he’s a great man. And adorable,” he pauses, “And gorgeous.”

Izzy rolls her eyes. Seconds later, with a wide smile on her face, she turns to look at her boss, “You’re totally smitten huh."

“You don’t mind?”

“You’re a good man,” Izzy says, moving to stand next to Magnus, “But do remember I have access to all your social media accounts in your office.”

Magnus snorts, “I like him, I definitely won’t hurt him.”

Grinning, Izzy hugs her friend tightly, “He’s a bit of a mess, so be careful with him okay?”

“Okay,” Magnus says, patting the back of his friend cum subordinate.

The loud shrilling of the phone breaks the comfortable silence in the empty lab, Izzy quickly makes a move toward the countertop, picking the cordless phone with her left hand.

“Hello, ME Lab. Oh Jace, yeah, Magnus is here,” she gasps loudly, “Oh, what-okay. Okay, we’ll be there.”

Magnus approaches Izzy, face frowning when the female turns pale the second she put the phone down, “Isabelle, what’s wrong?”

“They uh-” she catches her breath, “Jace said we have to go to the lookout, there’s a body for you, Alec shot the guy.”

“Okay, that’s great isn’t it?”

Izzy turns to look at Magnus, tears pooling at the corner of her eyes, “Alec’s hurt.”

* * * * *

0255H Marshland Conservancy, North Entrance

Jace envelopes his sister as soon as she walks out of Magnus’ car, “He’s okay.”

“You said you’d protect him!” Izzy yells, punching Jace on the chest with her balled up fists, sobbing, “You promised me and mom!”

“I know, I know,” Jace coos, voice soft, “I’m sorry Izz, I’m sorry,” he continues on mumbling, hand dragging his sister towards the ambulance where their brother was receiving his treatment.

Not knowing what to do, Magnus approaches Lydia who was standing by one of the parked police cars, next to Aline who was on the phone, probably with her feds office, “What happened?”

Lydia smiles, pointing a finger at an ambulance about 30 feet away from where they’re standing, “He’s fine, don’t worry. I asked for further evaluation since Jace said he found Alec on the ground unconscious at first.”

Magnus grips the handle of his leather work bag, “How-”

“Jonathan was there. Alec was chasing after Pangborn, one of the members of The Circle and able to shoot him before Jonathan sneaked up on him,” she pauses, making a move to lead Magnus to where the body was, “Jace found them before things escalated for the worse.”

Magnus let out a deep breath he didn’t he realize he was holding onto, “Is he in custody?” he asks, stepping carefully into the woods, assisted by the flashlight in Lydia’s hand,

Lydia shakes her head, “He managed to escape when Jace went to check on Alec. He was shot, I doubt he’ll get far, we’re still scouring the area with the help of the feds. Once we’re sure he’s not within the 300 yards perimeter, that’s when I call you,” she says, smiling later on, “Wouldn’t want Alec busting my ass for calling you here when it’s still dangerous.”

* * * * *

Magnus signals his team to carry on with lifting the body of the male onto the tarp, jotting down notes on a piece of paper in the clipboard in his hand, “Miss Lightwood would be riding with you back to the lab, just do as usual.”

“Okay doctor.”

Magnus passes the clipboard to one of the Crime Scene units, proceeding to remove his work gloves before joining Lydia and Aline who was conversing nearby, under a tall tree.

“Are you done?” Lydia asks.

“Nothing much on him,” Magnus starts, “Based on my initial exam, he died due to massive hemorrhage. And I’m scheduling his autopsy later in the afternoon, after my much-needed beauty sleep.”

“Alec’s a great shooter,” Aline comments, while three of them were again moving towards the other part of the crime scene in the area, to the body of Charlie Alden-Orlander.

* * * * *

Magnus crouches by the lying body, “He didn’t finish it,” he says, observing the vines covering the nether region of the dead male.

“Probably heard Alec shouting after Pangborn.”

Magnus stands by the body, finger making a motion to call his unit, “You’re done processing the area?”

The dark-skinned guy nods, “Yes doctor. We started earlier but decided not to touch the body yet, waiting for you.”

Magnus nods, grabbing the clipboard from the guy, “Thank you,” he jots down his signature, “I’m done here, just take him to the lab. Collect anything within three feet from the body.”

“Will do doctor.”

Yawning, Magnus turns to look at Lydia who herself was obviously exhausted, “I’m gonna head home.”

Lydia nods, “You should get some rest doctor-”

“Magnus,” Magnus cuts in, smiling at the blonde female, “Goodnight Lydia.”

“Goodnight Magnus.”

* * * * *

Noticing the ambulance was gone by the time he reaches the entrance of the conservancy, Magnus walks slowly towards his Lexus. The boot of his luxurious car opens automatically with a press of a button, and he proceeds on placing his work bag in one of the compartment. He reaches down to remove the field boot he was wearing, chucking it inside the box and carefully put on his designer dress shoes. Done, he presses the button in the inside of the boot, walking towards the driver’s seat with a big yawn.


Magnus turns his head to look at a messy Alec standing on the other side of his car, “Why are you here?”

Alec bit his lower lip, licking to soothe once he releases it, “I wanted to see you,” he whispers softly, voice hopeful.

Magnus closes his eyes, drawing a huge breath before circling his car to stand in front of the detective, “Are you okay?” he asks, right hand pushing the stray locks covering Alec’s cheek, eyes on the white patch covering the wound on his neck.

“Yes,” Alec nods, right hand moving to hold Magnus’s left side of the waist although he was hesitated at first, “It’s not as bad as it looks,” he pauses, “Nothing compared to what Valentine did to me.”

“Are you going home?” Magnus asks, hands softly patting away the specks of dust and mud stuck onto Alec’s hair.

“Yeah. But have to wait for Jace and Lyds,” Alec says, yawning behind the left hand covering his mouth, “I need a good bath and probably a Xanax or two.”

“They’ll probably be taking a while, the search is still on isn’t it?”

“Yes, but I don’t want to hear them nagging me, so I’d rather stay back. And I’m not gonna go back to my mom’s, I’d rather die than let her smother me the whole night.”

“Stay with me.”

Alec gasps, “What?”

“Stay with me at least for the night? My building’s one of the topmost secured in the city.”

“Better than Attica?” Alec teases.

Magnus grumbles, “I’m being serious. I promised, no weird business. Take a nice bath, and goodnight-” he looks up, the pitch-black sky turning bluish-grey, ”-or morning sleep. And I’ll drive you to the precinct.”

“I’m all dirty, and your car-” Alec turns his head to look at the car, “-God I don’t earn that much to replace your dirty seat cover.”

“Screw the car. I can clean it.”

“You sure about this?”

Magnus nods, “Yes.”

Smiling, Alec nods a few times before tightening his hold on Magnus' waist, “No weird business?”

Magnus rolls his eyes adorably, “And why do you sound so disappointed at that?”

Teasing the doctor, Alec places his left hand on the empty side of the waist, slowly squeezing it, “Oh well. I didn’t realize you were such a-” he pauses, “-saint.”

Magnus snorts, pressing the button to unlock his car, “I’m not. Get ready with me on my full mode flirty side when you’re awake later on,” he says while pulling the door handle, opening the passenger side door for Alec to climb in, “Get in. I’ll tell Jake you’re with me for the night.”

Grinning as he settles in the expensive leather-covered seat, Alec looks up at Magnus, “He’ll assume that you and I-”

“Just let him,” Magnus snorts, “It’ll happen sooner or later anyway,” he mumbles softly under his breath.

* * * * *

0410H B1 parking lot, Walker Tower

Standing by the elevator at the parking lot, Alec gulps, “Didn’t know you earn this much.”

Laughing, Magnus shakes his head, “I don’t earn enough to own a property in this building with my ME salary.”

Alec frowns, turning to look around the basement parking area, full of luxurious cars, “You uh-” he gulps again, “It is legal right?” he asks softly, scared he might insult his newfound crush.

Magnus chuckles, “God, you really don’t know a thing about me do you?”

Alec shrugs, “All I needed to know is that you’re extremely beautiful, have a great ass and good at your job.”

“Oh god, stop flirting with me,” Magnus groans, forehead pressing against the metal door of the elevator, “I’m barely holding on right now.”

Chuckling, Alec carefully pats Magnus’ back, “Okay, sorry.”

* * * * *

Magnus knocks on the door of his guest room, he himself fresh out of the bath, clad in his silk pajama, “All okay in there?”

“Just a minute!”

Being greeted with a wet-haired Alexander, clad in a just a pair of sweatpants hanging low on his hips, upper body naked and deliciously looking was not how Magnus imagine his night would be, “God, don’t tease me,” he groans out loud, eyes clenched shut.

Alec grins sheepishly, taking his sweet moment to put on the tight tank top Magnus gave him previously, “Still holding on to the ‘no weird business’?”

“Your brother and sister would kill me if they found out.”

Alec snorts, “I’m a grown man, I can do what I want,” he says, stepping closer toward Magnus, their body just a few inches away.

“Darling,” Magnus let out a deep breath, closing his eyes to gain his sanity, left palm pressing against Alec’s chest, “I want us to take our time,” he says, pushing the male slowly away, “We just met and god, as much as I want you-”

“I want you, Magnus,” Alec says, voice loud and clear, “I really do.”

“I know,” Magnus pauses, “I want to take time to get to know you, ergo, you need to do the same.”

Alec groans loudly, side of his head resting against the doorframe, “Ergh, I did tell Jace that I’m only gonna make a move on you once we caught Jonathan and end The Circle. Didn’t know it’ll bite me in the ass hard when you decided to do the same.”

“I have to admit, this is totally out of character of me,” Magnus says, golden-green eyes gazing at Alec in a hopeful look, “And I was never attracted to a person as much as I am with you, in such short span of time.”

“I’ve never feel attracted to anyone. You’re my first.”

Magnus blushes, clearing his throat as he shifts his gaze onto his ringed finger, “I-uh-thank you.”

Loving the look on Magnus, Alec smiles widely, before breaking a huge yawn, his body begging for the rest it really needed, “It’s getting late. We better get some rest.”

Magnus nods at Alec’s suggestions, “Goodnight Alexander,” he says softly, moving to press a kiss onto the detective’s cheek, “Dream of me,” he whispers softly before sauntering towards his bedroom.

Alec groans at the way Magnus purposely exaggerated the sway of his hips, cheek still warm with the press of the other’s lips.

* * * * *

1140H Homicide Unit, New York Police Department

“Someone looks well-rested,” Jace teases as his brother walks into the bullpen, a grin on his face.

Lydia grins, moving to fold her arms on the table, “Great night huh?”

“Shut up, don’t you people have cases to solve?” Alec hisses, moving to sit on his chair and switching on his desktop, “And for your knowledge, nothing happened last night.”

“But something else did happen?” Lydia asks, eyes straight on her ex-partner.

Alec hesitantly explains, “We’ve decided to take our time.”

“Whatever floats your boat brother.”

“You uh-” Alec clears his throat, eyes on his blonde-haired brother, “-don’t think this is weird?”

“It’s your love life, why should we care about the pace you two had decided on?” Jace says, eyes on his partner, “Magnus wants you and you want him. Forget everyone else.”

Alec smiles, nodding a few times, “Thank you, guys.”

Lydia chirps in after a few minutes of silence, wide smile on her pretty face, “Jace, don’t forget you and others owe me 50 bucks each.”

* * * * *

Alec sits on the barstool at Izzy’s workstation, watching her typing in the toxicology report on their latest body into the shared online system, “Please don’t tell me you’re in the betting pool as well?”

Izzy shrugs.

“Oh god, you are!” he half yells, then cowering in shame when the other technicians stare at him, “Izzy!” he hisses.


“The fact that you bet, me and Magnus would-” he leans over the counter, face in front of his sister, “-have sex last night-” he whispers softly, “-you-”

“Hey darling,” Magnus greets as he pushes the glass door open, a case file in his hand, “I was about to go up to give you the autopsy report,” he says, standing next to a flustered Alec, “You okay Alexander?”

“Yeah yeah, I’m okay.”

Izzy chuckles, “He’s just pissed that we had a betting pool last night.”

Magnus raises an eyebrow, eyes watching Izzy typing in her report, “On what?”

“Izzy shut-”

“On whether you would pop Alec’s cherry,” Izzy explains, receiving a very loud groan from Alec who covers his face with both his palms, his pale neck slowly turns into a shade of red.

“Oh,” Magnus says softly as his brain processes the information he had just gain, “I see.”

“Oh god, you’re freaked out,” Alec groans, face still hiding in his large palms.

“I’m not.”

Izzy turns to look at her boss, “Really?”

Magnus shrugs, “So your brother is gorgeous and endearing. I still want him.”

“Oh god, you’re a sappy man boss,” Izzy chuckles, “Big bro, you’re in good hands.”

“Shut up. I hate you.”

* * * * *

Stepping into the bullpen with a worried gaze of Lydia and Jace the moment he walks in, and to make matters worse, Aline standing in between them was all Alec needed to know that shit will hit the fan soon, “What is it now?”

Aline who was wearing her standard issued FBI jacket nears her cousin, licking her lips nervously, “You may want to sit down.”

“Just tell me.”

“A few hours ago,” Aline starts, “Valentine Morgenstern escaped custody.”

Chapter Text

1315H Attica Correctional Facility

Alec sat quietly on the chair inside the guard room, watching Lydia and Jace haunting Aline who had her eyes trained on the security monitor feed.

“Why wasn't he cuffed?” Jace says, eyes on the monitor controlled by one of the prison guards, showing Valentine who was clad in a hospital gown lying on a bed, swiftly reaches for a scalpel and proceeded to stab the nurse clad in a surgical gown on his right, aiming straight for his abdomen. The person down, he stabs the female surgeon on his left, watching her groaning in pain while covering her stabbed wound then lying on the floor bleeding massively. Another who stood at the head of the bed, presumably the anesthetist was about to run for her life before Valentine catches on her, slashing her throat and watching her trembling to a halt on the floor, a foot away from the door.

The prison warden who was clad in a formal suit answers, “Two doctors have assured me he was suffering from appendicitis. They told me it was not needed.”

Alec who had been quiet since they arrived there speaks, "Was he in treatment recently?" 

The man in a formal suit turns to look at Alec, frowning, "Yes he was. He had an allergic reaction to our new prison-issued soap, and had been in treatment in the infirmary on a daily basis, up until-" 

"What was he prescribed with?" 

The warden frowns, stepping to a side table next to him before reaching for a green file, opening it to read the content, "Dexamethasone-" 

Alec presses, not bothering for the explanation, "Any chance he might not take the medicine?" 

"Impossible, our infirmary aid would always be there to ensure our inmates are to take their medicine as prescribed by the doctors."

"Where's your infirmary aid? May I see him?" 

The warden calls for one of his officers, whispering to him and groans at the answer he receives from the other, "He uh, didn't come to work today."

Lydia groans, "May we have the infirmary aid's detail?" 

The warden made a face. 

Aline cuts before the man were about to say something, "Don't you say you want to see a warrant because I will make your life a living hell warden."

As the officer passes by Alec to probably search for the infirmary aid's detail, Alec stares at Jace, "200mg of Dexamethasone will give Valentine an abnormal blood count, and the overdose mimics the symptoms of appendicitis."

Lydia nods, taking in the information, "He was probably stocking up his medicine, knowing what he could do with it. Valentine’s a med student after all."

Aline groans, "Oh great," she turns to look at her cousin, “Doesn’t explain how he got out of here.”

The prison warden looks down at the monitor, “What’s he doing?” he asks, when the monitor shows Valentine standing in front of the CCTV, eyes on the camera, and subtly run the scalpel across the side of his neck, blood trickling down.

Jace turns to Alec, face horrified at the video, “Alec.”

Alec pushes himself off the chair, making his way to stand behind the guard controlling the video, “Play it again,” he takes a deep breath, turning to look at Aline, “It’s a message for me.”

* * * * *

1510H Homicide Unit, 3rd floor of New York Police Department

“You can’t stay in your apartment!” Lydia argues, slamming the thick file on her table, eyes glaring at Alec.

“I’ve had enough Lyds,” Alec sighs, back leaning against the office chair, ignoring the fact that Izzy and Jace were standing in the middle of his and Lydia’s argument, “I’m staying home. He’s not gonna do this to me again. I’m done hiding.”

“It’s not just Jonathan now Alec, Valentine is out and looking for you as well!” she counters back, both palms on her waist.

“Let him,” Alec says calmly, “It’s time that I finally see him face to face and end him like we should have done so months ago.”

“No!” Jace shouts, hand slamming against his workspace, grumbling loudly before settling in his seat, “I’m not leaving you alone.”

“Jace,” Alec starts, eyes looking at his brother, “I’m a cop. I’m trained to do this.”

Izzy who had been quiet since they decided to confront Alec 10 minutes ago crouches in front of her brother, “Alec, you’re trained to protect yourself and the citizens of New York. But this, you were not trained to single-handedly deal with two serial killers who are aiming for your life.”

“Izz-” Alec’s tone was softer, he grabs his sister by the shoulder, pulling her to stand.

“Please, you promised mom and me that you’ll take care of yourself.”

Running his left hand down his face, Alec smiles as his sister, “I know.”

“Please, at least stay in a hotel. Jace and I can stay with you and Lydia could probably arrange an officer or two outside the door and the hotel entrance.”

“No, you’re not getting involved in this,” Alec says sternly, eyes sharp into his sister’s dark eyes, squeezing her shoulder.

“Then, will you let Jace be with you until this settles down?” she asks softly, her eyes silently pleading him to agree.

“God,” Alec groans, throwing himself into his work chair, “Fine, do whatever you guys want. I can’t win anyway.”

* * * * *

1710H Chief Medical Examiner Office, the basement of New York Police Department

“Hey there.”

Magnus looks up from the files in his hand, eyes on the figure leaning against the doorframe of his office, “Alexander.”

“You okay there?”

Magnus giggles, arranging the files neatly on his table before standing up and moving closer to the detective, “I should be the one asking you that.”

“Well, for a gay detective now on a wanted list of two lunatics out on a mission to eradicate the world of homosexuality, I’m doing fine.”

Magnus smiles, hand pulling Alec deeper inside his office, leading him to sit on the 3 seater sofa in the corner of his office, “I heard he’s out,” he says, one hand inspecting the white patch covering Alec’s neck.

“Yes, we still couldn’t figure out how he managed to escape the facility.”

Magnus nods, hands reaching over to cover Alec’s, “He must have had someone helping him inside.”

Alec chuckles, “Oh geez, where were you when we needed the info doctor!”

Magnus watches as the detective was chuckling at him; the gorgeous hazel eyes twinkling, pink lips parted when the melodious chuckles pouring out of his mouth and the way his sharp jaw flexes under his movement.


Cupping Alec’s jaw, Magnus looks up at him, “Promise me you’ll take care of yourself.”

“I promise,” Alec whispers softly, hands moving to hold Magnus by his slender neck.

A knock on the door forces both of them to let go of each other, albeit reluctantly, “Yes?” Magnus says.

Jace walks in with a sheepish smile, “Sorry. But I-uh, I need Alec.”

Alec rolls his eyes, “Cockblocker,” he mutters, receiving a wide smile from Magnus, “Wait outside the office.”

“Hey-” Jace argues, but mumbles when Alec turns his head to glare at him, taking short steps to wait outside of Magnus’ office.

“Duty call I guess.”

“Take good care of yourself okay?”

Smiling, Alec nods multiple times before leaning to press a kiss on Magnus’ right cheek, “I will,” he says before getting on his feet and later joining his grinning brother.

* * * * *

“So, the infirmary aid at the prison was one of The Circle members?”

Lydia nods at Alec’s question, “Yes, a guy called Konrad. He managed to hide Valentine in one of the body bags and drove away with one of our Crime Scene vans. But Valentine killed him as soon as they reached Brooklyn, dump him in the back alley of-" she pauses, reaching for her note, "-a restaurant called the Jade Dragon."

Jace frowns, “Why?”

Lydia shrugs, “How would I know?”

Rolling his eyes at the two who were busy bantering against each other, Alec focuses on the file in his hand, the report from the autopsies done by Magnus.

“Admiring your boyfriend’s work huh?”

Alec rolls his eyes at Lydia’s words, huffing as he moves to sit on Lydia’s table, “You put details at his old house and his land?”

“Yes. In case he returns,” Lydia says, moving to sit on Alec’s left side, “But I doubt he’s that stupid.”

“No tip on his APB and the missing van?”

Jace shrugs at his brother’s question, “Nothing so far. And since you and I both couldn’t get a clear view of Jonathan, anyone could be him.”

Alec groans, “I need some sleep.”

“Go home. Jace, follow him,” Lydia commands, moving to stack the files on her desk, “Come back tomorrow morning.”

Alec nods, moving to his work station to grab his coat.

“Do you want to-” Jace grins, putting on his coat, “-kiss your boyfriend goodbye?”

“Shut up asshole.”

* * * * *


2030H No 502, Nelson Apartment, Flatbush, New York

“If you babysitting me means I have to cook for you, I’d rather sleep at the station,” Alec groans, continues on mincing the onions on the chopping block, later swatting away Jace’s hand that was about to reach for his cooked patty burger.

“You love me.”

“I can unlove you.”

“You would never do that, I’m your brother!” 

“Never say never Jonathan Christopher,” Alec deadpans, turning to stir the soup on his stove.

“Ugh, is it bad that I hate being called Jonathan?”

“As if Jace is a better choice.”

Jace groans, moving to sit on the couch in the living room to mope, switching on the television then adjusting the volume to the maximum just to annoy his brother.

* * * * *


Alec groans in his wake when the sound of knocking on the door was disturbing his sleep, “-ace?” he mumbled but was only getting a loud choking snore as a response from his brother who was lying face down next to him.

Putting on his tank top and not forgetting to slip his backup gun around his ankle as a precaution, Alec moves towards the front of his apartment, “Who is it?” he asks, his primary gun out, securely held next to his face.

“Hey, it’s me, Paul, can you help me with something Alec?”

“Yeah, just a minute Paul,” he yells from the inside, grabbing his jacket from the coat closet later slipping it on, mind calm knowing it was his building super on the outside of his door. “Hey,” he greets when the old man came into view, placing his gun on the end table by the front door.

“There’s a parked van back in the alley, can you check it with me?”

“Yeah, of course,” Alec agrees, moving to close the front door, locking it later on.

“I’m sorry, I was about to call the police, but I wanted to check it with you first,” the older man says as he leads Alec down the hallway, pressing the button of the elevator.

“It’s okay.”

“You doing okay Alec?”

“Yes, just a bit busy with the new killings.”

Paul nods, making a face when the latest news came into mind, “Ah, The Circle, was it?”


“I don’t get why they think it is okay to kill people who prefer loving the same gender,” he comments, watching the elevator ping as it arrives.

Alec smiles, stepping into the small space, “You and me both Paul.”

It was silent for two minutes before Paul says something again, “I see Jace with you tonight, are you okay?”

Nodding, Alec steps out of the small space and onto the foyer of the apartment complex, “Just some protocol stuff.”

Paul leads Alec towards the back entrance of the complex, pulling out a bunch of keys from his pocket, “Sorry, should have gotten the key ready beforehand.”

“It’s okay, take your time,” Alec says, standing behind Paul in ease, “How’s Elaine and the kids?”

Jiggling the keys in his hand, Paul chuckles, “Doing fine as usual. Ella’s recital is in three weeks, so you might be hearing some yelling and thumping soon.”

“Give her my best huh.”

“Sure will do,” Paul says, then making a small victory dance when he was able to unlock the door.

“Get behind me,” Alec orders, moving to lead instead with his hand on the doorknob. He pushes the door slowly, eyes on the van parked directly in front of the loading bay on their left.

He notices the logo on the side of the van, matching the ones reported missing during the transportation of Valentine’s victims from the prison.

“Paul, get inside. Get Jace and tell him that Valentine is here,” he says, but turns to look at the older male when he was still hanging around, “Now Paul!”

* * * * *

Alec takes a deep breath, his hand was itching for him to push the back door open again but his mind was telling him to be careful over and over again. 

He promised his mom. He promised Izzy and Jace and Lydia and Luke and Max. He promised Magnus. 

As much as his inner cop had been screaming for him to burst the door open and apprehend the father and son duo, he knew he'd have a better chance with a backup.

Stopping them means that people with sexual preferences just like his would be safe from then onwards, but putting his life on the line; although that literally came with his job description wouldn't mean anything if his family would be the one suffering. 

* * * * *

0145H Back alley of Nelson Apartment 

Even with the blaring red and blue lights, Alec could still make out the figure of Magnus waltzing his way through a crowd of police, left hand holding his leather work bag, his mohawk styled hair still on-point at midnight, his face still as gorgeous as he could remember. 

Patting the shoulder of the officer who was taking his statement, Alec moves to stand in front of a worried Magnus, "Hey, did they call you?" 

Ignoring Alec's question, Magnus put his work bag on the dirty ground of the back alley, hand reaching to cup the detective's sharp jaw, then moving down to his neck, head tilts sideways to look for any invisible injury. 

"I'm fine Magnus," Alec says, eyes on Magnus who ignores him and proceeded to continue checking his body for injuries, "He already left when Jace called for back-up."

"Shh, shut up," Magnus mumbles, turning Alec, inspecting the back of his body, letting out a loud lengthy sigh when he could confirm the male is absolutely injury free. 

Alec raises an eyebrow, snorting at Magnus, "I told you."

Magnus makes a face, "With all the input I've gotten ever since I joined the precinct, and with the short amount of time I've spent with you, no darling, I don't really believe in you."


"Did my team find anything?" 

"No," Alec says, pulling the ME deeper into the alley, to where Jace, Aline, and Lydia were standing, discussing the Morgensterns, "Simon's scouring the area for any CCTV, but this is a pretty bad neighborhood, I doubt people would have any."

"Hey Magnus," Lydia greets the ME, eyes still on Aline as she taps on her iPad, "Did my team call you?" 

"No, I picked up the call and send my team here first, had to finish up the autopsy on Valentine's ex-member. Report should be up later in the morning," he says, then moving one of his palms to cover his yawn, "I can tell you that he died due to massive hemorrhage when his carotid artery was-" he pauses, letting out a big yawn, "-severed with a sharp object."

"We shouldda get shomes shleep," Jace says while yawning, tears pooling at the corner of his eye, "And please doc, can you like give my brother a Xanax or two?" 

Lydia hums in agreement.

Aline passes her iPad onto her partner who had joined them, eyes on Alec, "FBI is on the look for the van, I will update you if anything were to come up. And please cuz, get some rest. Yes we need to capture those assholes, but we need to rest as well," she says, before parting ways with her unknown partner in tow. 

"I'm gonna go," Lydia pats Alec on the elbow, "Get some rest."

Alec puts a palm on Magnus' back, "You should rest too."

Magnus nods, yawning yet again as he turns to face the entrance of the alley, head tilts to look at the blonde detective, "Make sure he's safe or I'll stuff you in my cadaver fridge for a whole day."

Grimacing, Jace mumbles a 'yeah yeah yeah' before heading towards the front of the apartment building, taking slow steps. 

"I'll walk you to your car," Alec offers, hand sliding down to rest at the small of Magnus' back. 

"I'm fine darling," Magnus starts to argue, eyes on his lovely detective.

"I know," Alec clears his throat, "I just want more time with you, that's all."

Chuckling softly, Magnus continues walking in silence with Alec next to him to his parked car by the roadside. He noticed there are only two police cruisers left,  parked at the front of the apartment building, probably watching the apartment under Lydia's order. 

Alec stood by, watching Magnus loading his work bag into the boot of his Lexus, eyes watching the curve of his delectable ass when the ME bend down to change out of his work field boot. 

"Stop staring," Magnus teases, chuckling softly when he notices Alec’s gaze on him. 

Alec clears his throat, folding his hands in front of his chest, eyes still on Magnus' firm delicious behind, "Sue me."

Clicking the button to close the boot, Magnus steps closer to the detective, right hand resting on his left bicep, "Do you need medicine to help you sleep?" 

Alec shakes his head, "I uh, have some, when I was on a break. But I don't take them anymore."

"There's nothing wrong in taking them, they're there to help you. Just be careful with it. You can text or call me if you needed advice."

Nodding, Alec moves to place both hands on Magnus' waist, head dips down subtly to press a soft chaste kiss on Magnus' cheek, "Go home. You need your rest too."

"I will darling. Have a good rest."

 * * * * *

0955H Homicide Unit, New York Police Department

Aline stands in front of the see-through board, pictures of victims and the Morgenstern pair stuck on it with tapes. Lines are drawn with a black and blue marker, connecting the dots in between the pictures, "We found the abandoned CSU van in the town of Redhook. FBI had processed the scene, but there's nothing much, except for a pool of blood, which I believe belongs to Jonathan Morgenstern and a mountain of used gauzes."

Alec clicks his tongue, "Valentine must have patch him up in the van."

Magnus who was standing in between Alec and Jace's desk pipes in, "But I'm sure he has no access to blood and medicine, therefore we can assume Jonathan is still injured and probably weak."

Jace groans, "Is there any place that they might be hiding at? Any land or assets under Jonathan's name?" he asks, eyes on Aline. 

"Only those provided by his lawyer."

Alec takes a deep breath, eyes on Simon who was sitting next to Jace at the detective's desk, "Can you do some digging?" 

Simon clears his throat, eyes momentarily rest on Aline who was standing with her FBI jacket on, "Legally?" 

Alec raises an eyebrow at Aline, then looks at Simon, "I don't care. Just find something under Jonathan Morgenstern's name."

Simon nods, moving towards the adjacent Intelligence unit with his bulky laptop in hand. 

"Alec," Aline starts, folding her arms as she watches her cousin's movement, "I know you're frustrated, but if we were found out to have illegally obtained the records, it might not hold up in court."

Eyes sharp on his cousin, Alec moves out of his chair, grabbing the jacket hanging over the armrest, "They're not going to court if they're dead."

* * * * *

Magnus reaches for Alec's elbow, squeezing it once as they stand in front of the elevator by the unit's hallway, "Is it okay if I join you?" 

Alec nods, running a hand down his tired face. 

"You didn't sleep last night did you?" 

Alec grunts, moving to face Magnus, "I did, I just-" 

"Why don't you rest in my office? It's quiet there."

Alec takes a deep breath, left thumb scratching the back of his right hand, "You sure?" 

"Yes. At least I can keep an eye on you."

* * * * *

1015H Chief Medical Examiner Office, the basement of New York Police Department 

Magnus who was sitting in his office chair, typing in his latest result for a case not related to the homicide unit groans, "Stop staring at me. Sleep."

Alec who was lying sideways on the sofa at the corner of the office chuckles, eyes on the ME, "I can't sleep."

"Close your eyes."

"Your couch is so comfortable, is this department issued?" 

Magnus makes a face, "No, that monstrosity is tucked away in the pantry. That's mine."

Alec groans, "I'm sure it's worth my two years' salary."

Magnus rolls his eyes, "It doesn't. Now sleep."

"I'm not sleepy."

"Close your eyes." 

"I want to watch you," Alec says, grinning sheepishly while licking his lips. 

Magnus makes a noise at the back of his throat, "God, stop teasing me," he says, moving uncomfortably in his seat, taking a deep breath to calm his awakening nether region, "Sleep."

Alec pouts, "I can't sleep."

Knowing that there is no way he could get his work done, Magnus slams his laptop shut, taking small steps towards Alec, lifting the detective's head up before slotting himself on the seat, placing the head face-up on his lap, "Now sleep."

"Is this free?" Alec teases, neck flushing red when Magnus's fingers were playing with his hair. 

"Yes. Is this okay? Tell me if you feel uncomfortable."

"I don't," Alec says, voice getting groggy as he snuggles comfortably into Magnus' warmth, "Thank you."

Magnus dips his head to press a kiss on Alec's forehead, "Sleep well." 

* * * * *


Lydia crowds Alec as he enters the bullpen, much better than he was the same morning, "You okay?" 

Alec nods, patting her shoulder, "Yeah, I couldn't sleep well last night. Sorry."

"You shouldn't be. I'm glad Magnus was there for you."

Smiling widely at the mention of the other man's name, Alec rubs the back of his head, "Yeah. Me too."

Jace let out a loud sigh, "Hah, the days of Alec brooding, sulking and pouting has finally ended. All hail Magnus."

Aline chuckles loudly as she approaches the team from the entryway, patting Alec on the back, "Rest did you good?" 


Simon steps into the bullpen from the Intelligence Unit, a smile on his lips, "I found a person connected to Jonathan from his childhood days," he then parks himself at Jace's table, placing his laptop on the table, "A person by the name Lilith. Seems like Valentine left his son with her until Jonathan turns 20 and he went looking for his birth father."

"Last name?" Aline asks, tapping into her cell-phone. 

"Nothing according to record, maybe she's just a one-name person, like Madonna," Simon explains, grinning widely. He clicks on his keyboard, then looks up at Lydia, "She has a 10 acre land in Schuylerville, 50 minutes drive from here. I've sent the location to your cell-phone. You might need backup, she has multiple properties registered on site. "

* * * * * 

1315H Lilith's property, Schuylerville

An 8000 square foot manor by the entrance, 4 large stables in the middle of the property, 8 medium sized huts with basement scattered all over and 3 small cottages by the small creek at the back of the large property were shown in the printed plan plastered on the hood of the police cruiser. 

As agreed, the FBI is leading the massive joint search this time, thanks to their express warrant. Alec and Jace had both decided to lead the 6 person team tasked with searching with the cottages. Each taking a junior officer as their pair, Alec took the cottage at the end of the creek, taking small careful steps, a gun was drawn in his hand. 

Pushing the worn out chipped wooden door with his elbow, Alec peeks inside the dark cottage. Ears catching the shouts of 'clear' from the nearby vicinity when he steps into the living space, he momentarily shifts his gaze at the junior officer behind him, whose face was visibly pale and sweating, "Cover me."

The officer gulps, hand holding the gun swaying left and right, before he shakes his head a few times, "I can't, I don't want to die. I can't-" he chants, taking steps backward, but before Alec could say anything back, the officer sprints away. 

Alec clicks his tongue, but before he could request for backup through the walkie-talkie, he heard the sounds of footsteps inside the cottage. Gripping his gun tight, Alec steps deeper inside, eyes sweeping left and right. 

Taking careful steps through the narrow hallway leading to the row of rooms at the back of the cottage, Alec takes deep steady breaths. 

He searched through the two rooms, finding it clear although clean as if someone had been staying there, "Valentine Morgenstern, you've been surrounded!" his loud voice filled the empty wooden cottage. 

Still no response, Alec made his way towards the only room left. He heard distinct shuffling inside, heaving a huge breath in, Alec kicks the open door and the face of a pale Jonathan Morgenstern holding a trap door on the floor greets him. 

Alec cocks the gun in his hand, aiming it at Jonathan's abdomen, "Put your hands up Jonathan."

Jonathan spits at Alec's way, clicking his tongue loud as he releases the trap door, "I should've killed you in the woods you fag."

"Maybe you should, but too bad you don't have the guts to do so," Alec taunts, scoffing. 

Grimacing, Jonathan's left hand subtly went around his back, trying to reach for something. 

Alec immediately release a warning shot, the sound of broken glass window fills the room, "Next bullet will be in your head," he says, cocking his gun and jerks his gun up, "Hands behind your head," he takes tentative steps, moving to stand behind Jonathan, right hand holding his Glock 19 service pistol aimed straight at the killer's head, while his left hand reaches for the cuffs hanging from his belt. 

Jonathan spits on Alec's shoes, grunting loudly as Alec explains his Miranda rights, hand moving to cuff the killer's wrists, "I'm going to kill you and your disgusting doctor boyfriend."

Gritting his teeth tight at the mentioned of Magnus, Alec grabs the collar of Jonathan's shirt, pulling him roughly to stand and swiftly pushes him towards the wall by the door, pressing him hard against the wooden surface, gun aimed at his left side of the waist, "Don't you fucking dare touch that man," he hisses loudly. 

Groaning as his gun inflicted wound reopens under Alec's action, Jonathan takes a deep breath as he tries to chuckle a second later, "Or what?" 

"You-" Alec gasps loudly when Jonathan suddenly throws the back of his head straight into his face, taking a few steps back while he groans in pain, left hand holding his probably now bruised forehead, his gun fallen on the floor in the middle of the room. 

"I'm going to kill you fag," Jonathan yells as he turns around, charging at Alec with all the strength he could muster. 

Able to regain his senses the second he realizes Jonathan's plan, Alec takes a deep breath as he swiftly turns around, body bending down slightly, letting Jonathan draped his now bloody front over his back before Alec gathers all the strength into his lower body, lifting the tall serial killer after locking his arm around the other's right hand and immediately throws him over his shoulder and through the window, followed by crashing sound of broken glass and a loud thud. 

Huffing his breath at the suddenness of what had happened, Alec steps closer towards the broken window and peeks outside. Taking a deep breath at the sight of the killer sprawled on a big stone, blood oozing from his head, eyes lifeless and body not moving, he scoffs, "You can't kill me now asshole."

Chapter Text

Alec was about to reach for his walkie-talkie when a loud thump resounds from the front of the cottage, and he immediately reaches for his service gun on the floor


Alec releases a breath when he realizes it was his brother, “The back room!” he yells and smiles when the blonde came into view, “Look,” he pointed a thumb towards the windows behind him. 

Jace frowns and immediately walks to peer out the broken window, eyes on Jonathan who was lying still, blood still gushing out of his split head, “Ouch.”

Alec shrugs, “He threatened Magnus, so I had to.”

“What?” Jace turns, his eyes wide.

“I don’t even know how these two assholes knew about Magnus, but that’s the last straw,” Alec grits his teeth, “Threatening me is one thing, but threatening my love-” he clears his throat, realizing his slip, “-him, that was it.”

“Wow, you’re really head over heels over him huh?” 

“Yes,” Alec was firm in his word.

“You cleared the cottage?” Jace asks, noticing the well-made bed in the room they’re in, and a bowl containing a candle, probably due to the estate having their electrical service cut off when Lillith moved abroad.

“Yeah,” then Alec moves towards the trap door on the floor, “Any of the cottages have trapdoors?”

Jace shakes his head, “Not really, and this cottage is the biggest here, maybe for personal use, hence the trapdoor,” he frowns, looking around the room, “Wait, where’s your back up?”

Alec snorts, placing his gun back in his holster as he gathers his strength to pull the trapdoor, giving Jace a signal to get his gun ready if in case the remaining Morgenstern bolts out of the basement space, “He ran. I’m totally going to report him to Luke.”

Jace rolls his eyes, “And I’m going to report you to Lydia for not requesting for back up as soon as that asshole ran away.”

“I heard someone inside, and didn’t have the time to call for anyone,” Alec explains, releasing the trap door which then tumbles over the other side of the floor, and Alec notices the dimly lit space downstairs. 

Jace looks at his brother who was crouching by the hole in the floor, “I’ll call for backup,” he reaches for his walkie-talkie and immediately report their finds and of the officer who ran from duty.

Alec dips his head down, eyes on the small steps leading down to the basement and listening to the subtle sound of water dripping. He wrinkles his nose when a whiff of pungent smell arises from the space, mind thinking on whether Magnus would be willing to step into that kind of space.

“They’ll be here in 5.”

Alec groans, looking up at his brother who was standing next to him, arms propped on his waist, “Can’t we just go in?”

“Nope. Because Lydia would kill you and me if we do.”

“She can’t if we’re already dead,” Alec cracks a joke.

“Not funny idiot,” Jace pokes his brother by the back of his head, laughing loudly.

They both went inside when Aline and two of her fellow FBI join them, five of them taking tentative steps down the creaking wooden stairs, and sweeps the almost 300square foot space, walls covered with metal cabinets, full of knick-knacks and jars of disgusting looking pickles.

“Ugh, there’s nothing,” Aline groans, signaling her fellow colleagues to join the search back at the manor while she stays with her cousins.

Alec runs a hand over his face, holstering his gun back, “Damn it.”

“At least one down, one more to go, brother,” Jace tries to calm his brother, patting him on his back.

Alec turns to kick the cupboard behind him, the jars of pickles clinking and that was when he notices metal surface just behind the gaps between the cupboard and the supposed wall.

With minimum strength, Alec manages to reveal a metal door just behind the cupboard. Aline immediately report the findings with her walkie-talkie, cocking her gun when Jace and Alec were about to pull the metal door open.

“Ready?” Alec asks, watching his FBI cousin nodding, her gun in front of her face.

Aline steps forward as the door opens, and Jace immediately follows her in, his gun in his hands, “Clear!” she shouts.

Alec steps inside the small space, a bed on the side and a generator whirring noisily under it, supplying the cramped space with white fluorescent lights and a medium sized table fan.

“Alec-” Jace calls for his brother, stepping near the wall by the door, plastered with hundreds of pictures of all of them, and in the middle of all, a picture of Alec, “They’ve been surveilling us,” Jace starts, eyes on the pictures of him and Lydia working while Alec was on his medical break, then a picture of Alec soon as he was reinstated, and of him and Magnus smiling at each other with the body of Doctor Mann Saddle-Hunt in between.

A picture caught Aline’s attention and she laughs loudly at it, “Geez cuz, you were caught staring at Magnus’ ass!” she pointed at the said picture and immediately swats Alec’s hand as he was about to reach for it, “It’s evidence stupid.”

“God,” Alec groans, knowing the fact that said evidence would later be in the database and- “Fuck.”

“Bro,” Jace frowns, pointing at a picture of Magnus sitting on Alec’s desk, and the detective's hand was on the forensic pathologist’s thigh, “That’s from the precinct. Do you think that one of our own might be The Circle members?”

Aline groans, eyes on her mobile phone, “Your back-up,” she looks at Alec, reading information from Lydia, “He’s supposed to be a transfer from Boston as what his unit said, but-”


“Simon couldn’t find his transfer record.”

Alec scoffs, his mind finally able to match the pieces together, “All these while we have been having a member inside our own precinct and-” he pauses, “-no wonder Jonathan knew about Magnus.”

Aline sucks in a huge breath, “And now Valentine is somewhere in the city.”

Alec turns to Jace, “I need to get to Magnus.”

* * * * *

  1550H Autopsy Room, New York Police Department

Magnus had just finished stitching the scalp of the body on his autopsy table and is in the process of washing his hands with the small brush when Alec bursts into the room, eyes full of worry, “Hey, what’s wrong?” he asks, drying his hands with the paper towel.

Alec releases a huge breath, eyes drinking in the sight of the ME currently safe and sound, “Oh thank god,” he moves to gather the other male in his arms, pressing his face into the curve of Magnus’ slender neck.

“Darling? You’re scaring me.”

“Just-” Alec takes a deep breath, pulling the body tighter against his, not bothering if one of Magnus’ staff catches him doing so in their boss workplace, “-let me do this.”


* * * * *

1610H Chief Medical Examiner Office, New York Police Department

“Anything you want to tell me?” Magnus asks while the detective sips on his hot coffee, both sitting comfortably on his couch, “Is this about Isabelle being called to the stakeout for Jonathan’s body?”

“I killed him.”


“I killed him because he was taunting me with you, Magnus.”

Magnus didn’t know what to say to that, other than reaching for Alec’s trembling hands in his lap.

“He was injured and I know I can just subdue him, but what he said about you,” he pauses, “He was threatening you and I’ve never felt so angry, so I fling him over my shoulder and out the window.”

“It’s self-defense, Alexander.”

Alec was quiet for almost 3 minutes, before he starts again, “They have a mole here. Valentine has your picture-” Alec pauses, eyes on Magnus, “-and of us in the basement of the cottage.”

“You’ll protect me,” Magnus reaches to cup Alec’s cheek, “I know you’ll protect me.” 

Alec felt extremely comforted at the forensic pathologist words, knowing that the man believed him with his own life, “I will, even if I had to-”

Magnus immediately shakes his head, “Don’t.”

Alec chuckles softly, “I haven’t even finished talking.”

Magnus rolls his eyes, “I know you’re going to be all sappy and say that you’ll die for me or you’ll kill that bastard just because he’s threatening our lives, but darling-” Magnus pauses, shifting his body so that he’s sitting face to face with Alec, his yellow-green eyes meeting the hazel robs, “-you’re a cop and you love your job. Do what it right at that moment and believe me, no matter what, your family, Lydia and I would always be there for you.”

“We’ve only just met and I’m willing to die for you,” Alec says carefully, a soft smile on his face, “I want you so much that I can’t stop Magnus.”

Magnus moves closer to the detective, caressing his face in his hands, “I want you so much that it scares me too Alexander.”

“Can I kiss you?” 

Magnus smiles, “I wanted our first kiss to be at least on a romantic date or after some midnight stroll, but yeah-” he pauses, “-knowing that you’d die for me, this is a perfect moment I guess.”

Alec rolls his eyes, shifting closer to Magnus, “It is a perfect moment.”

“Mhm,” Magnus hums, left hand of his rests at the back of Alec’s head, guiding the male’s head closer towards his.

Alec leans to peck a kiss on Magnus’ cheek instead, “So can I kiss you?”

“You just did,” Magnus teases.

Alec moves to kiss an inch closer to Magnus’s mouth, “Can I?”

“Only if you agree on a date with me.”

“Hmm, okay,” Alec hums, lips pressing against the skin at the corner of Magnus’ lips, “I’m going to kiss you.”

Magnus delves his hand into the soft locks at the back of Alec’s neck when the detectives press his plump lips against his, the simple touch sending tingling sparks all over his body. This wasn’t his first kiss, hell, he had kissed both genders in his 32 years of life on earth, but this, the man that was kissing him had somehow taken down the wall that he had built ever since his ex dumped him, and it took the detective less than a minute and he did so just by looking at him, right in the middle of a crime scene.

Alec pulls the forensic pathologist closer by grabbing the lapel of his jacket, to only part their kiss minutes later when the need for air was vital, “More,” he whispers, pressing his lips firmer against Magnus, and notices the ME was smiling wide into their kiss, his fingers lightly scratching the back of Alec’s head.

Magnus tilts his head to change the angle of the kiss, resisting the urge to sneak his tongue in Alec’s mouth, fearing that it would be too much and too soon for the inexperienced detective.

Alec moves to pull his head for another quick breath, pecking the firm lips a few times before giggling at Magnus who was groaning at the loss of touch, “We should stop,” he whispers, leaning to press another kiss on Magnus’ lips, “-Izzy’s gonna come with-” he presses for another short kiss, “-Jonathan.”

Magnus makes a noise at the back of his throat, locking his hand at the back of Alec’s head before leaning for another kiss, “Shut up and kiss me.”

* * * * *

1810H Homicide Unit, New York Police Department

Aline stands in front of the see-through board, “There’s nothing much on the property, except for um-” she turns to look at Alec who was sitting in his office chair, “-some pictures are taken by Valentine’s goons of us, Alec and his-” she grins, “-naughty eyes.”

“Shut up,” Alec mumbles under his breath, receiving loud laughs from his Sergeant and his brother, “Anything on Valentine?”

“Unfortunately no, and evidence from the cottage indicates that it was only Jonathan staying there, ever since Lillith moves to-” Lydia opens a yellow file on her desk, searching for the information needed, “-Rabat, wherever that is.” 

“Rabat, the capital of Morocco-” Alec starts.

“-and it was ranked as the Top Travel Destinations in 2013 by CNN. The medina of Rabat is listed as a World Heritage Site, a really beautiful city, and I recommend going there just to taste their lamb tagine, absolutely delicious,” Magnus says as he walks into the bullpen, two bags of take-out in his hands.

Lydia rolls her eyes, “Ah, I forgot we have another walk-thesaurus,” she deadpans, looking at Jace who was chuckling.

“Entertainment whole day long Lyds.”

“Oh god, they’re absolutely adorable that I might puke,” Aline comments.

Chuckling, Magnus moves to place one of the bags on Lydia’s table, “For you and Jace, the usual. And Aline, I’m sorry, I just ordered the same thing as theirs,” he explains to the agent, who shakes her head and mumbling a thank you at him.

“Yes! Thank you doc!” Jace half-shouts as he drags his chair towards Lydia who had begun rummaging through the take-out bag, both licking their lips at the treat. Aline reaches for a chair from a nearby empty table, deciding to join the pair of detectives.

“Hey, did you go out?” Alec asks as he stands to steal one of the chairs behind him to place it by the table’s side, inviting Magnus to sit on it. 

“No, I ordered a delivery. I’m sure the four of you,” Magnus points at the two detectives and the agent busy munching on their food while chatting with each other, “Still haven’t had your lunch, so I came bearing these. I hope you like Thai food.”

“I do. I love Tom Yum goong noodles.”

“Oh,” Magnus chuckles as he takes out the contents in the bag, “I have one Tom Yum Goong, one phad kee mao, pickled crab som tum and two mangoes sticky rice.”

Alec raises an eyebrow, judging Magnus by the corner of his eyes as he clears his table to accommodate the food, “You have good taste.”

Grinning widely as he starts to open the containers of the food, Magnus chuckles, “Don’t I?"

“Oh god, stop flirting and just eat!” Lydia groans as she munches on her noodle, swatting Jace’s hand when he tries to steal a piece of pork meat in her meal container.

* * * * *

With Lydia and Aline heading home for the night, Alec went to the basement with Jace in tow, their Sergeant was still worried over the fact that Valentine was still at large, and demanded that Jace keep his eyes on Alec. She had also tightened the security in the precinct and decided to have a cruiser parked at Magnus’ building just in case Valentine shows up.

Alec stops by the entrance of the Autopsy Room, turning to face his brother, “Can you uh, wait at Izzy’s desk? I need to um-”

Jace nods knowingly, noticing the intimate gesture exchanged by his brother and the ME when they were having their late lunch in the bullpen but decided not to prod further as his brother was not in a great moment currently, “Take your time.”

“Hey,” Alec peeks through the ajar door of the Autopsy Room, noticing Magnus inspecting a piece of organ on the tray, just beside the body of Jonathan Morgenstern who was lying on the metal table, “Can I see you for a sec?” 

Magnus nods, moving to press the pause button of his recorder, careful of his bloody gloves and gown, “Yes.”

“I uh-” Alec steps into the cold room, moving to stand just a few feet away from the body of a man he killed almost five hours ago, “When will you be done?”

Magnus turns to look at the clock, noticing that it was almost 9, “A few hours more. I’m almost done with the autopsy, I want to submit the report as soon as possible.”

“Will you uh-call me when you’re done? I’ll drive you home,” Alec asks nervously, hoping that Magnus wouldn’t find him too much.

“Darling, I might finish at 1 in the morning, and I am not going to wake you up.”

Alec shakes his head, “Please do. I-” he licks his lips, “-I don’t think I can even sleep knowing that you’re still here. Or the fact that Valentine is aiming for our lives.”

“Alexander,” Magnus walks to stand in front of the detective, minding the fact that he’s covered in blood and probably pieces of Jonathan Morgenstern’s organ, “Why don’t you sleep in the staff room of mine? I changed the mattresses, at least it won’t be as bad as yours?”

“No, it’s okay, they’re for your staffs,” Alec turns his head, at the direction of Magnus’ office, “Is it okay if I wait in your office then?”

“Of course darling. Now, why don’t you go and let that blonde brother of yours go home?”

Alec nods gleefully, making his way towards the laboratory just on the opposite side of the hallway.

* * * * *

“You’ll do what when you see the son of a bitch?” Jace sternly asks as he stands in front of the elevator, arms crossed in front of his chest, eyes on his brother. It’d look scary if not for Izzy standing next to him, giggling loudly.

“I will immediately pull my gun from my slender waist and shoot him in the head.”

Jace hisses loudly.

“I will immediately call for back-up and follow the procedure.”

Jace nods.

“You do realize I’m the big brother in this small crowd?” Alec raises an eyebrow, hand hovering the air as he circles it around.

“Yes, but you’re a stubborn old man,” Izzy quips, mimicking her adoptive brother's stance.

Alec rolls his eyes, “Go home,” he looks at Jace and hugs him, “Say hello to Clary for me,” he says, pressing the button by the wall next to the elevator.

“And you young lady,” he turns at his baby sister who snorted at his remarks, “Go home to Simon and tell him thank you for finding Jonathan’s hideout.”

* * * * *

2345H Chief Medical Examiner Office, New York Police Department


Alec groggily opens one of his eyes at the mention of his name, then smiling when he felt warm lips pressing onto his cheek, “Hmm?” he shifted to lie sideways on the couch, loving the fact that the couch was extremely comfortable and huge enough to accommodate his large and tall built.

“Hey, wake up.”

“Your couch is so comfortable,” he mumbles under his breath, closing his eyes when Magnus starts caressing his cheek.

Magnus chuckles at the detective, pressing yet another kiss onto his scarred left eyebrow, “I’m all done here.”

Alec nods, yawning wide while he takes his time to sit on the couch, before pulling Magnus to sit next to him, “Just give me a minute.”

“You should have gone home to sleep Alexander.”

“Mhm,” he hums, rubbing his hand over his face, “I’ll drop you off then I’ll head home.”

Magnus scoffs, “Oh no you don’t. You’re staying in my guest suite.”


“You’ll stay in my guest suite,” Magnus says, voice firm.

“Mhm, fine.”

* * * * *

0110H Penthouse, Walker Tower, New York

“I have Xanax if you want,” Magnus says as he watches Alec drying his hair by the entrance of the ensuite in the guest room, the ME himself fresh out of his shower, and currently sitting cross-legged on the king-sized bed.

“No, I-” Alec shakes his head, “I’m okay Magnus.”

“Okay,” Magnus smiles as he gets off the bed, then moving to stand in front of the detective, “Sleep well detective,” he says softly, then standing on his tip toes as he presses a soft kiss onto Alec’s cheek.

“Goodnight Magnus.”

* * * * *

The morning after, the two of them were about 2 miles away from the precinct when Alec’s phone rang, “Hey Jace.”

“Hey, do you need me to pick you up?”

“No, I’m already at work with Magnus.”

“Ah cool, I’m just behind the precinct, can you meet me there?”

Alec frowns, then turning his head to Magnus who was driving, “Yeah sure. See you, bro.”

“Jace?” Magnus asks, taking a left turn towards the staff parking lot just across the precinct, and immediately park his car at his designated spot.

“Yeah,” Alec immediately steps out of the passenger seat when the engine died down, and meet the doctor at his side of the door, “I’ll walk you to the precinct.”

“I’m fine Alexander.”

“I know, just humor me okay?”

Magnus nods, knowing the fact that Alec was being extremely cautious about his safety. Pushing the main door of the five-story building, Magnus turns to smile at the detective who was waiting at the bottom of the stairs, eyes trained on him, “See you later.”

Alec nods, right hand motioning Magnus to step inside. Knowing the forensic pathologist would be safe inside, he makes his way towards his and Jace’s usual spot, behind their work building, in the opening of the alley separating the precinct and a row of shophouses.

Noticing their work-issued sedan parked at the usual spot, Alec hastened his pace towards the car, knocking on the heavily tinted window of the driver’s seat to let his brother know his presence, “Hey Jace,” he frowns when the window at the back starts rolling down instead, then immediately stops halfway.

“Hello, there detective.”

Alec immediately reaches for his gun at his waist, aiming it at the passenger seat behind his brother, well aware of the voice of Valentine Morgenstern.

“No uh,” Valentine clicks his tongue, then moving the gun he was holding onto Alec’s line of sight, making the detective aware that the cult leader was holding his brother hostage.

Alec takes a deep breath, biting his lower lip as he releases his finger from the trigger, then proceeded to remove the magazine under Valentine’s watch.

“Toss it in,” the bald man demanded, and Alec did as told.

“Release my brother, you don’t need him,” Alec starts, arms raised just beside his head, “You want me. So just take me and leave him and Magnus alone.”

Valentine snorts at the mentioned of Magnus, "Move over,” he told Jace, kicking the back of the driver seat, “You, get in.”

Alec nods, immediately climbing into the driver seat when Jace shifts into the passenger seat, “You okay?” he asks his brother, noticing the dried blood on his neck and a straight cut, probably from a scalpel that the cult leader was always carrying around and the nod from the blonde was enough as an answer.

Valentine aims the gun at Jace’s head, “You do anything funny, he’s the one who’ll pay.”

“Your daughter’s dating him,” Alec says, eyes on the rearview mirror, watching Valentine scoffing at the mention of his daughter.

“And?” Valentine chuckles, “And my son’s dead, so what?” 

“They’re your kids!” Alec half shouts, hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, “And your son is dead because of you!”

“He’s dead because he’s weak,” Valentine spat, “Being killed by a fag like you, there’s nothing noble about it. He’s just as useless as I thought he was.”

Alec grits his teeth, furious at the fact that the man who's holding them hostage is a manipulative bastard who only cares about himself and his stupid mission.

“Drive,” Valentine commanded.

Alec turns the key in the ignition, the engine roars immediately, “Where?”

“You’re gonna drive me out of state.”

Alec snorts, annoyed at the ridiculous demand, “Wanna go to Las Vegas? At least we can drop by to see Elton John.”

Valentine growls, hand holding the gun moving further to the front, the muzzle pressing against Jace’s left temple, “Just drive or I’ll blow his head off.”

* * * * *

“Turn off your phone.”

Alec glimpse at the serial killer through the rearview mirror, raising his hips so he could fetch his ringing cellphone from his pants pocket, “Magnus,” he mutters under his breath, eyes on Jace for a second before he presses the power button and the screen turns black a few seconds later.

“Give it to me,” Valentine immediately grabs for the small device, tossing it onto the empty seat next to him.

“Is Clary okay?” Alec asks, glancing at his partner before focusing on the road.

“Yeah, she’s okay,” Jace starts, “He probably sneaks into the car this morning and threatened me with her if I don’t follow whatever he wants.”

Alec scoffs, eyes meeting Valentine via the rearview mirror, “First your son, and now your daughter?”

“Shut up fag. Next should be your disgusting doctor’s turn,” Valentine starts, smirking, “I'll keep on hunting those sinners, one by one until they disappear from the face of the earth." 

Laughing, Alec stops the car at the red light, staring at the cult leader through the reflection, "My Sergeant and Magnus would have locked your ugly face in jail once you're done with me."

Valentine scoffs, and was about to say something when Jace's cellphone starts ringing, "Shut it and pass it to me."

Jace did as he was told, noticing that it was their Sergeant calling. 

10 minutes into their drive, Alec glances at the side mirror, noticing a police car tailing them, "Lydia must have found out," he says, then the radio inside the car starts buzzing, and Lydia's barely audible voice went through the speaker requesting for their status and after a few minutes of silence, she speaks in codes.

Jace turns in his seat, looking at Valentine who had jerked the firearm against his head, "Roadblocks ahead.”

Valentine clicks his tongue, the gun now aimed at Alec’s head, “Just drive.”

“I am driving,” Alec mumbles under his breath, pressing the accelerator with the heel of his boot, trying to lose the squad car. 

Valentine presses the muzzle of the gun harder against Alec’s temple, hissing, “Drive to Vinegar Hill, and I’m sure you still remember where.”

* * * * *

Alec parks the sedan by the entrance of an abandoned warehouse in Vinegar Hill, just two blocks away from the East River. The exact place where the cult leader held him for 3 days with William Keller-Lionel, before killing the latter male right in front of him.

“Cuff him to the handle,” Valentine commands, jerking the gun in his hand towards Jace.

Jace stares at his brother, worry filling his eyes, “Alec-”

“Shh,” Alec shakes his head, grabbing the cuff at Jace’s belt and proceeding to cuff both his brother’s wrists against the passenger’s seat hand-holder, “I’ll be fine.”

Valentine eyes the pair of brother, snorting out loud, “You wish,” he kicks the back of the driver’s seat, “Get out fag.”

Alec stood by the door of the driver’s seat, palms grasping against one another while Valentine secured the zip tie around his wrists, “Back into your hellhole?” he chuckles, eyes sweeping the tall rusted warehouse “No wonder we couldn’t find you.”

Valentine smirks, the corner of his lips quirked upward, “I’m going to finish you where it started. You should be honored detective.”

Alec snorts, taking small steps towards the entrance when the cult leader nudges his back with the gun in his hand, “Hah-” he gasps in surprise when a male approaches them, “The officer from the precinct.”

The fake officer approaches him with a sly smile, right hand roughly pulling Alec inside the warehouse by the elbow.

“I had to give it to you,” Alec starts, head turning to look at the blonde-haired male, “You’re a good actor, acting all scared and scrawny looking during the stakeout.”

The man spits at Alec and continues dragging him further into the warehouse, Valentine hot on their heels.

“Blackwell, put him in the room at the back,” Valentine says, while he takes a detour, climbing up the rickety metal stairs.

* * * * *

“Why are you loyal to him?” Alec asks as he was being dragged into the room at the back of the warehouse, dimly lit by a row of stained glass windows at the top of the wall, “He killed one of your members, Konrad.”

Blackwell rolls his eyes, pushing Alec roughly into the corner of the room, watching the detective groaning in pain as he fell flat on his butt, “Shut up.”

“His son’s dead.”

Blackwell frowns, eyes blinking at Alec.

Alec chuckles, “I killed his son,” he says in a high and firm tone, “-me, the gay detective.”

“And we’re going to end you,” Blackwell snarls, taking a metal chair in the middle of the room and sitting cross-legged on it, elbow resting on the metal table just behind him, "Then we're going to clean this city of sinners like you." 

“And you’re sure you’re not next?” Alec asks, then the corner of his eye catches a glint.

Blackwell groans, muttering a ‘shut up’ before pulling his cellphone from his back pocket, fingers pressing on the small screen.

Alec slowly scooches to the left, an inch at a time, letting out a small smile when the piece of broken glass was just within his reach, but now all he needed was to distract the male in the room, “How many of you idiots are still around?”

Blackwell rolls his eyes, still focusing on his cellphone, “Shut up fag.”

Alec snorts, “If I get a dollar for each time you people call me fag, I can retire with my beautiful doctor boyfriend and have sex every fucking night in the sand of Caribbean.”

Blackwell groans out loud, obviously disgusted at what Alec had thrown at him, “Shut up.”

“I’d probably fuck him raw in the afternoon, with people watching us on the beach,” Alec smirks, noticing the fact that he had just pressed the right button to irk the man.

Blackwell growls loudly, slamming his phone onto the metal table surface, “Shut the fuck up, fag,” he says through gritted teeth, “Disgusting.”

“I’d pound into his perky ass, with him screaming my name-”

Blackwell was fast on his feet, quickly moving towards the babbling Alec, “I said shut the fuck up-” his left hand went around his back, probably reaching for a weapon. 

With The Circle member just a step away from him, Alec immediately lunges forward to grab the broken piece of glass in his tied hands, and proceeded to slash the male by the shin, ears listening to him groaning in pain.

Blackwell was about to land a kick at the male on the floor with his good leg before he was suddenly lying flat on the cold surface after Alec sweep kick him, then in a second, the detective was straddling his upper body, tied hands raised above his head, the piece of glass in his hold.

“Say hi to your friends in hell,” Alec hisses, the piece of glass later embedded into the neck of the Circle member, blood gushing out of the severed vein. 

Alec let out a relieved sigh when the man under him had stopped moving, he himself clambered off the dead body to lean against the cold dirty wall, butt settling comfortably on the cold floor.

“One more to go,” Alec mutters under his breath.

* * * * *

Jace stops yanking his wrists when it was obvious that there is no use in doing so, groaning loud while listening to Lydia’s voice through the police radio, asking for their location and requesting for an update.

Jace turns to look at the entrance of the warehouse, praying to the angels above that his brother is still safe and sound.

It was hard enough seeing his weak and battered brother in this warehouse, cradled in his partner’s arms almost 4 months ago, Valentine lying just a few feet away groaning in pain thanks to the gunshot released by Lydia.

And now, Alec is held in the exact same location by the same serial killer that is keen on ending the detective’s life, just because of their belief that the world should be cleared of homosexuals.

* * * * *

1010H Intelligence Unit, New York Police Department

Magnus groans when his call suddenly went straight into Alec’s mailbox, indicating that the detective had rejected his call, “Something is definitely wrong,” he says, looking at Lydia as he tries calling his detective again, this time, it went straight into message bank, “The phone’s off.”

Lydia grits her teeth, “I’ll try Jace,” she groans almost ten seconds later when her call was also rejected, “Can you track them, Simon?”

Simon who was at his workstation nods, “I’ll try to pinpoint their cellphone's location.”

Lydia turns to look at Magnus, “I’m gonna try the police radio, you stay with Simon okay?”

Magnus nods, fingers jittery as he keeps drumming his thigh, “Where the hell are you, Alexander.”

It was fifteen minutes later that Simon was able to pinpoint the last location of the pair of brothers, on the Brooklyn Queens Expressway.

Lydia groans, “The police car lost them at the exit of the expressway. There’s nothing significant around the area.”

Magnus preens at the map on the screen, “The Brooklyn Bridge Hotel?” he tries.

“No, I don’t think Valentine would be around the area, he’d-” she suddenly stops, frowning hard while she takes small steps towards the map, “-Si, enlarge the map,” and the Crime Analyst did as he was told, “-go further to the right.”

Simon moves the mouse in his hands, dragging the electronic map further to the right, then he gasps, “It’s-” he pauses, “-less than 3 miles from the warehouse.”

“Send Aline the location, I’m sure that’s where he is,” Lydia says, about to move towards the exit, but was stopped when Magnus grasps her elbow.

“I’m gonna go with you.”

Lydia immediately shakes her head, “No doctor, can’t do.”


“I know you’re worried about them, I am too,” Lydia lowers her voice, trying her best to calm the forensic pathologist, “Trust me, okay?”

Magnus let out a deep breath, “Okay, but call me as soon as you’re all cleared, okay?”

“Will do doc.”

* * * * *

With the zip tie now on the floor in two pieces thanks to the sharp glass still in the lying body on the cold floor, Alec pats the body of Blackwell, trying to find any hidden firearms that he could use as leverage, “Fuck,” he swears when he could only find a hunting knife, tucked in the dead man’s belt, Alec’s hazel orbs glares at the lifeless eyes.


Alec whips his head at the loud voice, ears catching the creaking sound metal stairs, alternating with Valentine’s footsteps. Remembering the fact that the cult leader had a gun, Alec reaches for the knife and swiftly hides it in the breast pocket of his leather jacket. He whips his head at the sound of the door opening, the cult leader immediately releasing a shot that rang through the room when it hit the wall just a feet away from Alec.

Valentine clicks his tongue at the sight of his goon laid sprawled on the floor, he jerks his gun upwards, “Get up asshole.”

Alec takes a deep breath, then moving as to comply with what the serial killer had asked for, hands raised just beside his head, “Oops,” he says as he glanced at the dead Blackwell.

“He’s useless anyway,” Valentine spat, “Seems like I will be the one ending your life today detective.”

"Ah, should I be honored by that Morgenstern?"

Valentine takes a step forward, standing right in front of Alec, the gun aimed at the detective's abdomen, face obviously disgusted with Alec's nonchalant attitude, "Maybe you'd stop acting all mighty when I have your boyfriend here. And I'd kill him right in front you, exactly like how I did with that faggot."

Alec hisses loudly, "Don't you dare lay your fucking hands on Magnus!"

"And you-"

“Valentine Morgenstern you have been surrounded! Come out with your hands behind your head!”

* * * * *

1225H abandoned warehouse, Vinegar Hill, New York

Lydia was about to shout into the megaphone again when Alec steps out of a room from the back of the warehouse, hands on each side of his head with Valentine holding him by the collar of his jacket.

“Step closer and I will blow this fag’s head off!” 

Jace who stood next to Lydia groans loudly, hands neatly holding his service gun, “You should kill the asshole here months ago Lyds.”

Lydia rolls her eyes, “This is not the time to talk about that stupid.”

Aline steps to stand next to Lydia, a finger pressing against the intercom in her left ear, “Sniper can’t get a clear shot, need to get Valentine to move approximately three feet further.”

Jace tilts his head to the side, “To the back?”

Aline growls, “To the front stupid.”

“Why do you guys keep calling me stupid?” 

“Because you’re the reason Alec is there, stupid,” both Lydia and Aline hisses, eyes widened at the sight of Jace scowling. 

Three of them turns their head when Lieutenant Luke Garroway clears his throat, stepping to stand next to the FBI agent, “You can continue this stupid catfight once you get my best detective out of that lunatic’s hold.”

“Hey!” Lydia and Jace half-shout at the insult, “We’re your best too!”

Luke’s growl was enough to shut the two whining detectives, his right hand reaching for the megaphone in Lydia’s hand, “Morgenstern, let the man go.”

Valentine chuckles loudly, right hand holding the gun pressing the muzzle harder against the back of Alec’s head, “Ah, Lucian.”

“I repeat, let my detective go.”

The cult leader smirks, “You meant your faggot stepson?” he yells, his voice loud enough to fill the abandoned warehouse, “I can’t believe that you married his pathetic mother.”

“Let the detective go,” Luke orders again.

“It must be devastating for you, not able to get Jocelyn and had to-” he pauses, pushing Alec a step to the front, “-settle for his pathetic mother."

Alec growls, turning his head despite Valentine pressing the muzzle of the gun in his hand harder, “Don’t you fucking dare insult my mother.”

Valentine chuckles, gripping the collar of Alec’s jacket tighter, “Or what? She gave birth to a sinner.”

“It’s not her fault that I’m gay.”

“Shut up or I’ll blow your head off,” Valentine hisses, then taking another step forward after pushing Alec to further his stand, “Lucian.”

“As I said, Morgenstern, let the man go,” Lucian says over the blue megaphone, eyes trained on his stepson, “Sniper?” he whispers to Aline.

“Status?” Aline asks over the in-ear intercom, “Not a clear target Lieutenant,” she informs, voice low after receiving details, “They need another one feet further to the front to get a clean shot.”

Luke nods subtly, licking his lips as he notices the glance Alec was throwing at him.

Knowing the fact that his step-father had a great vision for a middle-age man, Alec swallows as he signals the Lieutenant with his eyes, his hazel orbs moving to look down at the front of his jacket.

“Jace, does Alec has a gun on him?” the dark-skinned Lieutenant asks.

“No, that prick asks us to hand over our firearms in the car. Why?” he then shifts his focus on his boss’ line of sight, noticing the signal Alec was sending, “He probably has the knife from Valentine’s goon. I saw it tucked into the back of his pants when they entered the warehouse.”

“How sure are you?” Lydia asks, reaching for her standard issued firearm.

“Valentine zip-tied him before going inside and there’s dried blood on his palm,” Jace says, “I’m pretty sure the goon’s dead and Alec managed to hide the knife in his jacket.”

“The knife wouldn’t be enough,” Aline chirps in, asking for another update from her sniper from the roof of the building next to them, who had shifted their position, “They still can’t get a clear shot.”

“I want an unmarked car with full gas in 10 minutes or I will blow your step-son’s head Lucian,” Valentine shouts, the muzzle of the gun moving from pointing at the back of Alec’s head to his temple.

Alec chuckles softly, “You do know you’re surrounded-” Alec pauses, suddenly realizing the fact that if the FBI is here, there should be-

Withdrawing a huge breath, Alec glances to his left without even moving his head, noticing the tall broken window on the upper level of the abandoned warehouse and the corner of his vision catches the black helmet peeking through the rooftop of the building next to them.  


Alec shifts his attention to Aline, who caught his gaze and the FBI agent nodded subtly when Alec repeats glancing at the sniper’s position, knowing that if they haven’t taken a shot, that must have been because they haven’t had a clear sight.

“Alec notices the sniper,” Aline whispers, and the three New York finest held their breath, “Get ready, the hostage will lure the perp to your line of sight,” she speaks into her in-ear com, terribly nervous over the sudden change in their plan.

“Lucian!” Valentine shouts.

Luke raises the megaphone in his hand, mouth just a few inches away from the speaker, “We’re getting it ready as per your request Morgenstern.”

Valentine starts laughing loudly at the fact that the police had apparently adhered to his request just for the sake of the detective he’s currently holding hostage, “It disgusts me that your entire force would do anything just for this faggot Lucian!” he continues cackling, head thrown back as his body shakes with his action, unconsciously moving the gun just a few inches to the front, giving Alec the opportunity to grab the firearm without further thinking.

“Alec!” Jace yells, marching halfway to his brother who was obviously struggling with Valentine before he halts when a loud shot resounds through the warehouse, deafening all of them for a second.

* * * * *

1355H Intelligence Unit, New York Police Department

Magnus taps the heel of his Louis Vuitton dress shoes against the concrete floor of the precinct, eyes on his cellphone, “Why haven’t they call yet?” he asks no one in particular.

“They will call soon doctor.”

Magnus huffs, “It’s been two hours and-” he immediately presses the green circle displayed on his phone, “Hello?” he frowns as the dispatch was informing him the location of an apparent homicide, and it was the exact warehouse the NYPD was dispatched to almost two and a half hours ago, “Who are the victims?” he asks, but deep in his head he knew, the dispatch wouldn’t have that kind of detail, “I’ll be there.”

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1445H abandoned warehouse, Vinegar Hill, New York

Without changing into his field boots nor getting his work bag, Magnus immediately jumps out of his car, muttering his identification to the officer behind the yellow tape before taking swift steps into the warehouse.

He gulps when the first thing he noticed was the crime scene unit with a few officers crowding a body lying in a pool of blood in the middle of the warehouse, a standard issued Glock just two feet away. The pace of his breath quickens as he couldn’t figure out who the body belongs to, as two officers were standing by the head of the dead man, obscuring the view.

“Magnus?” Alec yelps in surprise when the forensic pathologists jump into his hold seconds later, his hands circling the detective tight, his warm face pressing against the skin of Alec’s neck, “Hey I’m fine.”

Magnus nods against the skin, still refusing to let the detective go.

“Really, I’m fine.”

Magnus nods again.

“Look at me,” Alec says softly, his hands rubbing the back of Magnus’ body carefully, “Magnus, look at me.”

Taking his sweet time to remove his hold, Magnus then cups the face of his detective, thumbs rubbing the warm skin, proof that his detective is alive, and that’s all that matters to him now, “I was so worried.”

Alec smiles, kicking the urge to kiss the worry away from the doctor’s face; they are still in the middle of a crime scene; wanting to hold him tight and telling him over and over that he is indeed safe, “He’s dead.”

Magnus tiptoes to press a swift kiss onto Alec’s lips, pressing their foreheads together as he smiles at the taller man, “And you can stop worrying.”

“I didn’t get to kill him though,” Alec chuckles softly, “Aline’s team got to him when I tried to over-” okay, he should keep his mouth shut.

“What did you do?” the worry and soft look on Magnus’ face was instantly replaced with a pissed off expression, “Alexander, what did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything,” Alec shrugs.

“No, he did do something,” Lydia pipes in, stepping closer to the two male embracings in the middle of the warehouse, “He tried to grab that asshole-” she jerks her head at the dead cult leader’s direction, smirking when Alec was glaring at her, “-gun, and was only an inch away from eating the sniper’s bullet.”

“What the fuck?!” Magnus immediately takes a few steps away from the man he was holding mere seconds ago.

Alec clicks his tongue at Magnus, “Language,” he chastises him.

“There’s a sniper and you still try to be a hero?”

Alec groans, annoyed at the fact that Lydia’s laughing at him being scolded by Magnus and at Magnus who was now glaring at him. Oh, how can this man still be so fucking beautiful even when he’s muttering profanity at him over what he had done?

“Why in the hell would you do that Alexander?”

“You should stop cursing me,” Alec says softly, his hazel orbs staring into Magnus’ exotic colored eyes.

“I should’ve stabbed you with my scalpel and kept you in the hospital while your team is hunting that asshole.”

Jace steps into the bickering scene, “You should know that you’ve just threatened a police officer doc.”

Magnus rolls his eyes, “Just fucking put me in jail before I kill this man,” he hisses, glaring at Alec one last time before he starts moving towards his car.

* * * * *

Lieutenant Lucian Garroway stands tall in front of his three detectives, groaning at them throwing tantrum when he had decided that the FBI would take over the case and will be the one tying up any loose ends, “Shut up or I will put all of you on desk duty for the next one month.”

Jace and Lydia immediately shut their mouth, but Alec snorts, eyes watching the man he’s interested in crouching by the body of Valentine, “You wouldn’t,” he then moves to look at his step-father.

Luke raises an eyebrow, “Don’t tempt me, son.”

“We’re working now Lieutenant, you can't call me son, it's inappropriate,” Alec says.

“Says the man who was kissing his boyfriend twenty minutes ago,” Luke says under his breath, rolling his eyes when Alec had shifted his gaze onto his now bending love interest, the perky ass in plain view, “Stop staring at the Chief Medical Examiners butt.”

Alec shrugs, “It’s not my fault,” he says nonchalantly, eyes still on the ass in the tight brown slack, “It’s in plain view.”

“And what a view it is,” Aline whistles as she joins the small group, and then the five of them were discussing the case.

* * * * *

“Bro?” Jace asks when Alec was still standing in front of the standard issued car, the black-haired man was still focusing on the entrance of the warehouse, “We have to go back to the precinct to finish up our reports before handing them to Aline,” he reminds the older male.

Alec turns his body momentarily to look at the blonde detective before his focus was back on the rusty entrance, “I’ll finish up mine tomorrow.”


“Please, I need to uh-” Alec chokes on his breath when Magnus stepped out of the building with Aline, both immersed in their discussion, “-settle something with Magnus.”

"Okay, I’ll tell Lyds, you owe me one."

Alec groans at his smirking brother, "Whatever, and Jace," he turns to look at his brother, smiling wide, "I'm glad you're okay." 

"Me too Alec, me too."

Alec immediately strides towards the parked Lexus, standing nervously next to the opened boot, "Hey."

Magnus grunts loudly as a reply, chucking his leather work bag into the designated space, then reaching for his branded dress shoes, dropping it on the hard ground before huffing while removing his field boot, with much difficulty. 

With a small smile on his face, Alec holds the man by his shoulders, turning Magnus around to sit on the edge of the car boot, pouting lips in display, "Let me help."

"I can do it myself," Magnus huffs, both arms crossed on his chest, yet did not make a move to stand nor push the detective away. 

Alec crouches in front of the ME, carefully removing the custom made dark purple field boots before reaching for the Louis Vuitton dress shoes just by his ankles, proceeding to put the branded shoes on Magnus under the watch of his colleagues and FBI agents still loitering around the crime scene. 

"People are staring," Magnus states the fact, his eyes watching Alec's every move. 

"Let them," Alec, his fingers ensuring the left shoe fit perfectly on the beautiful man's feet, "I'm sorry," he says, looking up at Magnus. 

Magnus let out a loud sigh, "Can we discuss it later? I'm actually not in the mood."

Alec slowly gets on his feet, hazel orbs now staring down at Magnus' fingers drumming against his bouncing thigh, "I'll drive you back?" 

Magnus nods, making a move to stand and presses the button to close his car boot before making his way towards the passenger side door, held open by Alec. 

Alec sat still as the luxurious car engine roars, turning to look at Magnus who was still pouting in his seat, arms crossed in front of his toned chest. Chuckling softly, he leaned over the gear console to grab the seatbelt, pulling it carefully over his love interest's chest, and carefully insert the metal tongue into the buckle. 

"I can do it myself," Magnus huffs, still pouting in his seat. 

Alec nods subtly, right hand reaching to change the gear as soon as he gets comfortable in his seat, "I know," he says as he drove off the scene, and into the incoming traffic. 

The drive back to the city was quiet, with Alec focusing entirely into his drive but would sometimes turn his head to look at the sulking Chief Medical Examiner.

It was obviously a suffocating moment for the detective. 

3 months ago, he had received cold shoulders from most of his family members as soon as he returns from the hospital after being held by Valentine and it didn't really bother him. It was part of his job he'd say. They knew this would happen, he reminded them over and over again. 

But this, the silent treatment he's receiving from Magnus, a guy he barely knows who had transferred in while he was away, and a guy he met the night he'd been cleared for duty to only be captivated when he introduced himself. He wants to know this man, he wants to spend time with this man, he wants him. 

Alec slowly places his right hand on Magnus’ left thigh, squeezing it softly to gain his attention soon as they exited the expressway, "I'm sorry."

Magnus shifts his focus from staring at the road in front to the hand in his lap, nodding subtly before grasping the cold palm with his warm left hand, "I know."

“I should’ve just let the sniper do his work.”

“You should.”

“I should’ve never tried to overpower Valentine while he has a gun aimed at my head.”

"You shouldn't.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I know you are.”

Alec put the blinkers on, turning the steering wheel and slowly press the brake pedal, the car coming to a halt by the roadside. He turns sideways in his seat, "Do you still want me?" Alec asks, voice soft and insecure, eyes staring at Magnus longingly. 

Magnus turns in his seat, pressing soft kisses onto the back of Alec's hand in his, "Of course I do Alexander."

Alec closes his eyes, loving the warmth of Magnus' lips on his hand, "We haven't even gone on our first date and I've already messed up."

Chuckling, Magnus cups Alec's left cheek with his free hand, thumb caressing the skin there, "As long as you promised me you wouldn't be a complete idiot next time."

Rolling his eyes, Alec snorts at Magnus' warning, "The guy was after your life, what was I supposed to do?"

“Wait for the sniper to do his job.”

“They couldn’t even get a clear shot until I overpower that asshole!” Alec argues.

Magnus hisses, right hand on Alec's cheek moves to pinch the soft pudgy skin, hard, receiving yelp of pain from the detective.

“Hey, that hurts!”

Gritting his teeth, Magnus’ left hand then moves to pinch Alec’s left cheek, with the same strength as the other, ignoring Alec yelping loudly at him, “You deserve this,” he hisses.

* * * * *

1630H Nelson Apartment, Flatbush, New York 

"Stop pouting." 

"Am not," Alec retorts, shifting the gear into the parking mode.

Magnus starts to mumble incoherent words under his breath, "You sure you're okay alone?" he asks, after instructing the detective to drive himself back to his apartment instead of sending Magnus to the precinct. 

"I'm a detective Magnus."

Magnus raises an eyebrow, "And?" 

"I'll be fine alone." 

Magnus snorts loudly as a response. 

"I'm taking that as an insult."

"It is," Magnus says, eyeing the entrance of the complex, "Let's go."

"Wait, you're coming up as well?" 

"Yes, and I don't take no for an answer."

"But-" Alec was about to retort, but the glare he receives from the ME was enough to shut his mouth, "Fine."

Magnus slams the door of his car shut, "Lead the way detective."

* * * * *

Magnus sat on the barstool of the kitchen island separating the kitchen and the living room of Alec’s small apartment, right hand holding a cup of hot coffee while waiting for Alec to freshen up in his ensuite.

15 minutes later, Alec steps into the kitchen to a smiling Magnus, “Hey, sorry that you had to wait.”

Shaking his head, Magnus pats the empty barstool next to him, “Sit here, I want to check the cuts on your hands,” he then moves towards the entrance of the apartment, grabbing his work bag that he fetch while Alec was in the shower.

“Aren’t those the bag you use to-” Alec pauses, clearing his throat as Magnus joins him at the island, “-you know, check on the dead?”

Magnus rolls his eyes, hand popping open the leather work bag then taking out a small container of first aid kit, “I do keep this if in case the living needs my help as well.”

“Ah,” Alec nods knowingly, watching Magnus tending to the cuts on his left hand, “Aren’t you a noble doctor, dealing with the dead and the living.”

“You know, you’re terribly adorable the first time we met. Stuttering and looking all flustered.”

Alec raises an eyebrow, “And now?”

“Full-blown charmer and hard-headed brother Isabelle had been complaining to me about.”

“Wait, she talked about me?”

“She did,” Magnus confirms, “Even before you’re back on duty. Although all I’ve been hearing was that ‘big bro’s an ass’, ‘big bro wouldn’t listen to me’ and ‘Alec should date, he’s sexually frustrated’.”

“It’s unfair that you’ve known quite a bit about me but no one mentioned about you to me.”

Magnus shrugs, carefully placing Alec’s left hand on his lap before reaching for his right hand, tending the cuts on the palm and between the finger, “Izzy was planning on setting me up with you on a blind date, but-” he pauses, ensuring he had done a proper job with patching the wound, “-you were too busy brooding, so she aborted the plan.”

Alec groans loudly.

Magnus looks at the male sitting in front of him after putting back the aid kit in his bag, “Are you sure you’re okay?” he asks softly, hands reaching to hold Alec’s clammy ones.

Alec nods, playing with Magnus’ hands in his.

“You can talk to me.”

“I’m fine Magnus.”

“Darling,” Magnus says softly, “I'm not a psychiatrist, but talking through what you've been through will be good. Take your time, I'll be here for you.”

* * * * *

They moved to the living room, both comfortably settled on the couch Alec purchased the day he moved in.

“Lyds and I were both assigned to the case the moment Valentine started killing in this city about 2 years ago. When the body count reaches 6 and there were no leads, Jace and Alaric joined our team. With the help of Alaric’s CI and further web digging by Simon, we managed to find out about The Circle and the true identity of the cult leader whom we had been referring to internally as-”

“The Ruler,” Magnus groans, “Which idiot came up with that stupid nickname?”

Alec laughs, body moving sideways to snuggle into the couch, facing Magnus who had been sitting at the end of the 3 seaters, comfortably leaning against the armrest, “Jace.”

“Ah, no wonder.”

“The killer only kills homosexual couples, so Jace’s sure he’s straight,” Alec pauses, doesn’t even know why he remembers Jace’s reasoning of referring the serial killer with such stupid nickname, “-we further confirmed it when we saw their cult’s motto on their dark web website,” he adds.

“How is he your brother?”

“He’s adopted.”

“Ah, that explains so much,” Magnus chuckles, hand moving to bring the mug of warm tea to his lips, sipping on it slowly, “Do continue.”

“On my way to the crime scene of Keller-Lionel, the sixth couple, I noticed a parked van at the end of the street. I was driving alone, just finished with lunch with my mom, and I-uh had a hunch that something was odd with the van. It uh, has no plate and there’s a circle drawn at the back. So um-I-” he clears his throat, left hand’s thumb rubbing the back of his right hand.

“Take your time Alexander. It’s okay.”

“I followed the van, without requesting for back up or informing my partner, to the same warehouse. I uh-” Alec gulps, fingertips brushing against the tended cuts on his left palm, "Next thing I knew, I was chained to a pole in a room somewhere next to William Keller-Lionel.”

Magnus leans forward to put his hands on top of Alec's when the male was silent, his feet bouncing nervously, "It's okay, take your time darling, I'm not going anywhere."

"I've never told anyone about this," Alec pauses, licking his lips. With Magnus' hands caressing his, the yellow-green eyes gazing into his hazel colored, Alec leans to place his forehead against Magnus' shoulder, "Valentine, killed him in front of me," he chokes on his breath, "-to emphasize his mission. He said that the angel sent him here to eradicate the sinners and the first thing he wanted to do was to-to kill my kind of people."

Magnus moves his left hand to cup the back of Alec's neck, right hand running up and down the broad back. 

"I could still hear William-the uh-victim-begging for his life when Valentine-" Alec chokes on his breath, face sinking deeper into the comfort of Magnus' warm skin, "-I had trouble sleeping the first month. Always having nightmares."

"Did you,” Magnus pauses, trying to tread the sensitive issue slowly, “-go to a psychiatrist?" 

Nodding against the shoulder, Alec continues with his story, "I did. I was already seeing a psychiatrist appointed by the precinct, but she wasn't helping much. When Izzy notices that I was still having trouble sleeping and reluctant to get out of the apartment, she seeks a private psychiatrist for me, a friend of her friend it seems."

"Did it help?" 

"It did. Doctor Carstairs was extremely helpful."

Magnus gasps, distancing himself despite Alec groaning at the loss of warmth, "Jem Carstairs?" 

"Yes. Why?" 

Magnus shakes his head, hands cupping Alec's visibly tired face, "He's a friend of mine. That's another story to tell. You sir," he pauses, caressing Alec's face, "It's time for you to rest. You're tired. We can continue this Valentine debacle some other time," he says after Alec yawns for the third time in a row, eyes red. 

"I'll uh," Alec's eyes shifts to the main door, clearing his throat, "I'm waiting for Jace and Izzy. Why don't you head home first? I'll probably watch something on TV."

Knowing what was going on inside the detective's mind, Magnus' soft voice tries the first thing that popped into his mind, "No, you're really tired. Come on, I'll spoon you."

"What?" Alec blushes at the thought of sharing the bed with the man in front of him, yes he had slept on his lap before but being in bed with him, it was too soon, and he's not yet ready for any-

Chuckling, Magnus pinches Alec's nose, "I won't do anything else. Let's just rest, okay?" 

"My bed is not that comfortable, and I uh, my siblings said that I snore, and what if I grind my teeth while sleeping?" Alec continues on rambling, eyes anywhere but Magnus. 

"I don't mind."

* * * * *

"Sleep," Magnus chastises as he pulls Alec closer into his embrace, pressing a kiss onto the back of the other's head. He had changed into Alec's shirt and sweat pants, receiving loud laughs from the detective when the clothes were too loose and too big for him. 

"You're like my mom."

"Alexander, if I were your mom, you'd be in bed the moment we stepped into your cozy apartment," Magnus says, yawning against Alec’s back, "I'll be here, so don't worry."

“Thank you, Magnus."

"Sweet dream darling."

* * * * *

They both woke to the sound of loud wolf-whistling at half-past nine that evening, both groaning at Jace and Izzy who were smirking at the sight of Alec and Magnus sleeping on the same bed, clutching to each other.

“Busy evening huh.”

Alec growls when Magnus slowly rolls off the bed, disappearing into the ensuite, “What do you want?” he says in a huff, knuckles pressing against his closed eyelids.

“Well, just making sure you’re doing fine,” Jace says, leaning against the doorway, eyebrow raised.

“Yes, I’m doing fine. So please, you know where the front door is.”

Izzy clicks her tongue, moving to sit on the bed next to her brother, “Was he good?” she whispers, grinning widely.

Alec rolls his eyes, shoving his sister’s forehead with his fore-finger, “Don’t you guys have any other human being to you know, disturb?”

“Don’t you dare change the topic, big bro.”

“We didn’t do anything Iz. He noticed that I couldn’t sleep alone, and since Jace’s still at the precinct, he stayed.”

Jace wolf-whistle again, “Wow, damn good boyfriend material.”

Izzy turns to look at her blonde brother, “Definitely. Better than you Jace.”


“Who's boyfriend material?” Magnus asks, stepping out of the ensuite wearing the clothes he was wearing the same afternoon.

“You, boss.”

Eyes on the blushing detective still sitting in bed, Magnus smiles widely, “Well, thank you.”

Alec took a minute to realize that Magnus has changed into his own clothes, “You’re leaving?” he asks softly, hand gripping the bed sheet tight.

“Yes, I need to feed my cat and I have lined up Valentine and his goon's autopsy early in the morning.” 

“Would you um,” Alec clears his throat, moving to get out of bed, shoving his sister’s face who was grinning smugly at him, “Do you want to stay for dinner?”

Shaking his head slowly, Magnus glance at the watch on his left wrist, “No, I probably shouldn’t.”

The disappointment was obvious in Alec’s face.

"Alexander," Magnus cooed softly, moving to step in front of Alec, "Your siblings are here, it's only fair for them to be with you tonight."

"I know, I just-" Alec pauses, ignoring the gaze of his siblings on him and Magnus, "Why don't we have breakfast together tomorrow? At the precinct?" 

"Fine by me," Magnus agrees, patting the detective on the shoulder before turning around and making his way to the front of the apartment.

Izzy slaps her brother by the shoulder, pushing him to the door of his bedroom, "Send him to his car silly."

 * * * * * 

"You sure you don't want to stay for dinner?" Alec asks as they stepped out of the elevator, Magnus walking by his side with his work bag in hand. 

"No Alexander, it's fine, and you don't need to send me to my car, I'm fine by myself."

"I know. I just-" Alec gulps, suddenly remembering Valentine and Jonathan threats on Magnus' life. 

Magnus stops abruptly, left hand reaching to grasp Alec’s elbow, "Darling, what’s wrong?"

"They uh, threaten to kill you-" Alec pauses, rubbing the back of his head with his left palm, "-I was-I'm sorry."

Magnus squeezes the elbow in his, a smile on his face as he looks at Alec in a comforting manner, "They're gone darling. It's over."

"They are, aren't they?"

Nodding a few times, Magnus leans up to put his arm around Alec, pulling him close to his body, "It's all over Alexander."

* * * * * 

0830H Lobby of New York Police Department

“You heading upstairs?” Magnus asks as he presses both up and down button at the elevator lounge, eyes on Alec who was standing next to him after they had their breakfast at the precinct's cafe.

“Is it okay if I watch you-” Alec asks nervously, “The previous ME, he hates it when we were there watching, so-”

“You sure you wanted to watch the procedure?” 

Alec turns to look at Magnus, “Is that okay with you?”

“Of course.”

* * * * *

“Doctor Magnus Bane, initiating the external examination on Samuel Blackwell, gender male, age approximately 33 at the time of death with the assistance of Isabelle Lightwood.”

Alec sat quietly on the barstool opposite of Magnus and the dead Blackwell, currently lying on the metal autopsy table. He watches Magnus examining the clothes and Izzy collecting any evidence they could find stuck to the clothes.

4 hours and 20 minutes later, Magnus presses the stop button on his recorder, taking off his gloves before proceeding to stand in front of Alec, “Hey,” he starts, right hand caressing the soft locks obscuring Alec’s left eye, “Why don’t we go eat something first?”

Alec’s eyes move onto the now bagged body of Blackwell, then onto Magnus, “Valentine?”

“I’ll start on him after lunch,” Magnus explains, “He’s still gonna be dead anyway.”

Alec chuckles then shake his head a few times, “I think I’m too nervous to eat.”

Magnus moves towards the corner of the room, removing his work gown and washing his hands, “And I’m too hungry to process Valentine. Why don’t you rest in my office while I go get something to eat?”

Alec shakes his head, moving to stand, “I’ll wait upstairs. Need to settle the paperwork since we’re passing over the case to the FBI.”

Magnus nods his head, understanding the fact that Alec would probably want to distract himself, “Okay, I’ll call you when I’m starting on him, is that okay?”

“Okay, thank you Magnus.”

 * * * * * 

“I thought you’re watching your boyfriend processing both nutcases downstairs?” Lydia asks when Alec moves to sit in his desk, hand swiftly reaching for a file in his tray.

“He’s not my boyfriend.”

Jace raises an eyebrow, eyes judging his brother.

“Shut up Jace.”

“I didn’t say anything. And bro, him flirting with you all the time, kissing you at the scene yesterday then you two sleeping together and now you’re telling me he’s not your boyfriend?”

“What?” Lydia barks, moving to stand behind her desk, “You slept with him?”

Alec rolls his eyes, ignoring the fact that almost every cop in the bullpen was staring at him, “Shut up asshole,” he says at Jace, then turns to look at his Sergeant, “It was nothing Lyds. I was tired, so he stayed since Jace was here.”

“Oh,” Lydia clears her throat, moving to sit gracefully in her office chair, “If you need to take time off to see Doctor Carstairs, just tell me okay?” 

“Will do boss.”

“Don’t call me boss asshole.”

“You shouldn’t call me asshole.”

“Well, write me up then,” Lydia huffs, moving to open one of her case files, “You finishing up your report on Valentine's case Alec?”

"Yeah. Just tying up the last murder then I'm good to pass it all away."

Jace looks at his brother, "You don't mind they're the one taking all the credit?" 

Alec shrugs, eyes focusing on the computer, typing in his part of the report, "As I've been telling you, no I don't. We don't work in this sector to get famous Jace."

"Lieutenant said we can get the day off tomorrow," Lydia said with a wide smile on her face, "And I'm going to spend the whole day off planning for the seating arrangement,” she takes a deep breath, then releasing it with a loud huff, “-oh bloody hell."

"Your wedding is in 8 months Lyds, isn't it too soon?" 

Lydia shakes her head, "I wanted to do what I can when I have the time, we won't know if we're getting a big case like this. I actually just want to get the wedding preparation over with."

"Wanna bet she'll be walking down the aisle in her suit straight from a scene?" Jace grins, wiggling his eyebrows. 

Alec rolls his eyes, "I will make sure you're out of the precinct at least 48 hours before your wedding," he says, eyes straight on his best friend.

Lydia snorts, "Good luck."

"Then why the hell did you say yes when you're this reluctant to get married?" 

"Because I love my then-boyfriend."

Alec groans, "You're stupid." 

Lydia raises an eyebrow, "Not as stupid as you, trying to be a hero yesterday and almost got killed."

Alec growls loudly, "I was not! I was-" 

"You stupidly did Alexander, and I won’t hesitate to stab you with a scalpel if you try to defend your stupid heroic action that almost get your stupid self killed,” Magnus says as he marched into the bullpen, dropping a bag of takeout on Lydia’s table, eyes glaring at Alec.

Jace chuckles, was on his feet a second after and proceeded to clap, loudly, “I’ve never heard someone being called stupid 3 times in a sentence. You’re an angel doc.”

Alec rolls his eyes, ignoring the fact that the other two members of his small team was laughing their asses off at him being chided by his love interest and the fact that the beautiful man was not hesitant in dropping a death threat at him, right in the middle of the precinct, “Now that Valentine’s dead, I’m still getting death threats,” he snorts.

“It’s for your own good darling,” Magnus says as he drops a bag of take-out on Alec’s desk and was about to move to take the empty chair behind Alec when the detective was immediately on his feet, and reaches for the chair instead, “Thank you, darling,” he says, pecking a kiss on Alec’s right cheek, which turns into a shade of pink a few seconds later.

“Stop kissing in the precinct,” Jace scolds the pair, but the smile on his face was saying otherwise.

“Why are you bringing us food?” Alec reaches for the brown bag of take-out, taking out two plastic containers and peeks at the content, of what looked like grilled chicken breasts with sauteed vegetables and two bottles of water.

“It’s what you guys had always-” Magnus pauses, turning to look at Jace and Lydia who was chuckling, “-you guys lied.”

“We didn’t know you would take it seriously!” Lydia defends herself, biting into a piece of broccoli on her fork.

Magnus rolls his eyes, grabbing for his share of food, “Fine.” 

Alec chuckles, knowing that the other two can be really childish at times, “What did they tell you?”

“That you guys would never have time to eat when there’s a case. And when you guys are extremely busy with the paperwork when you’re closing a case, that all of you had to either just eat some protein bar or you’ll starve to death. And they were so happy when I bought them their first meal and I like that, so I, you know.”

Alec snorts, “You do realize that sounds illogical? And that they can get something from the cafe downstairs?”

“I wasn’t friendly with the detectives back in LA and hell, I wanted to be good with you guys, so I did whatever they told me.”

“So now you know the truth, you can stop doing so, okay?”

Magnus immediately shakes his head, “Nah, I’m fine with this.”

* * * * * 

“Time to end this,” Alec says under his breath, Magnus, Izzy and Jace looks at each other before deciding it’s probably good to keep their thoughts to themselves.

Standing next to the lying body of Valentine, Magnus nods to Izzy who started taking pictures of the now dead cult leader, “Doctor Magnus Bane, initiating the external examination on Valentine Morgenstern, gender male, age approximately 48 at the time of death with the assistance of Isabelle Lightwood.”

It took Magnus and Izzy about 40 minutes to finish the external examination of Valentine. “Do you need a minute?” Magnus asks as he presses the pause button of his recorder, eyes on Alec who had been so immersed in the procedure.

“No, I’m fine.”

Jace looks at Izzy for a second before settling his mismatched blue eyes on his older brother, “You sure? I can stay if you want.”

Alec shakes his head, eyes on Izzy who had been gazing softly at him, “I’m fine Izzy. Don’t worry,” he then shifts his gaze onto his partner, “I need to see this, to at least you know-”

Jace nods, understanding what he meant, “-find a conclusion. I get you, bro.”

“Please proceed, Magnus,” Alec says, tone firm as he stares into Magnus’ yellow-green eyes.

“Okay,” Magnus nods, then proceeded to press the record button.

 * * * * * 

1840H Homicide Unit, New York Police Department

Alec stares at the dotted line on the paper in front of him; 2 years and 3 months after he first stands in the middle of the crime scene of Appley-Smith and later finding out that Valentine Morgenstern, leader of the cult group The Circle was responsible for all the killings in their city. Then the event of getting kidnapped by the same man, and finally, able to end the whole debacle with his own hands.

He killed Valentine Morgenstern. 

Well, sort of.

He overpowered the man and the sniper shot him straight in the head.

Right in front of his face.

“You okay bro?” Jace who sat opposite of him stares at his partner, a concerned look on his face.

“Yeah,” Alec looks up at his brother, releasing a deep breath, “I can’t believe it’s-” he gulps, eyes on the file splayed on his desk, “-it’s finally-” he chuckles a second later, couldn’t believe what was finally happening, “-over Jace,” he smiles widely, a relieved expression on display, “It’s finally over.”

Jace nods, lips mirroring Alec’s wide smile, “We should celebrate, I’ll call Izzy.”

Alec jots down his signature on the paper in front of him, closing the file with a huge breath, “I never thought I’d say this, but yeah. Let’s go celebrate.”

* * * * * 

2020H Pandemonium Club

“What do you want?” Jace shouts, voice overpowering the loud beat surrounding the bright lively club.

“Just beer!” Alec shouts in reply, watching his brother disappears in between the bodies.

Alec looks around the huge club, wondering how the hell his siblings were able to get access and they were immediately seated in the secluded VVIP lounge for fuck sake. He glances at his watch, Izzy was fashionably late, as usual. Citing the fact that she needed to go home for a change of clothes, and that she’d never be caught dead in her office attire (like what Alec and Jace are currently wearing) in a club like Pandemonium.

“Hey there handsome.”

Alec startles when the voice he had recognized like the back of his hand greets him just an inch from his ear. He turns his body, to be greeted with a sight he would love to imprint in his memory forever.

Magnus stood under the bright flashing light, hair up in a mohawk style with glitters at the tip, yellow-green eyes perfectly enhanced with black eyeliner, wearing a maroon sheer through shirt that was left unbuttoned, covered with a black tight vest, long legs covered with black and extremely tight leather-like pants.

“I see you like what you see?” Magnus teases, licking his lips when Alec couldn’t stop staring at him.

“Magnus,” Alec clears his throat, trying to calm his nether region, he is in public after all, “You-you look um-god-”

Smiling, Magnus saunters to stops in front of the now standing detective, leaning to peck him on each cheek as a greeting, “Glad I’m able to take your breath away,” he teases as he stares into the hazel eyes, both hands resting on Alec’s waist.

Alec moves both hands to cup Magnus’ cheeks, thumbs caressing the soft skin, “You are absolutely gorgeous Magnus Bane,” he says, smiling widely when Magnus blushes right under his nose, “And adorable.”

“Hey, stop making out!” Jace shouts as he walks up the stairs, heading towards the couple in the corner of the VVIP lounge, “You’re in public for god sake! We might get thrown out!”

Magnus groans, squeezing Alec’s waist before pulling him to sit on the loveseat the detective was previously sitting on, “God, he’s such a cockblocker.”

Grinning lopsidedly, Alec wraps an arm around Magnus’ shoulder, pulling him flush against his body, “I’m sorry, but he comes with me. We’re sort of a package deal.”

Magnus again groans loudly, rolling his eyes at Jace who was smirking at him, “We wouldn’t get thrown out anyway,” he explains to Alec as the male reaches for his beer.

“And why is that?” Alec asks, sipping on his cold beer, eyes roaming the club to look for his sister to no avail.

Magnus shrugs, “I own this place,” he says nonchalantly, two ringed fingers move to call a waitress to their table, “My usual and keep the beer coming,” he says, pointing at both Alec and Jace’s glass bottles.

“You what?” Alec asks when the female waiter steps away.

“I own this place darling,” Magnus says, looking at Alec, a finger playing with the button of Alec’s dress shirt, “And I will only explain the details on our first date.”

Chuckling, Alec nods as he sips on his drink, “So Doctor Bane,” he says, moving his lips closer to Magnus’ ear, earning an eye roll from Jace who had been watching them, “Are you free on Thursday night?” 

Grinning, Magnus leans closer to Alec, “Oh, I do Detective Lightwood.”

“It’s set then. I’ll pick you up at 7 pm?”

“Yes, absolutely.”

Couldn't stand another second watching his brother flirting, Jace picks up his phone, dialing his sister, “Iz, where the hell are you?” he shouts into the small device loudly.

“I’m here stupid,” Izzy appears seconds after, with a female clad in black tight dress, her red hair tied in a high ponytail and Simon, who was grinning widely.

“Oh finally!” Jace yells in exasperation, moving to kiss the red-headed female on the lips before pulling her into the seat he previously occupied, “Alec’s about to make out with Magnus, I can’t handle that.”

Alec rolls his eyes, leaning against the back of the loveseat, Magnus still plastered to his side, “I’m not, stupid,” he says, then moves his eyes to the lady next to his brother, “Hey Clary,” then he shifts his gaze onto the male sitting next to his sister, “Hey Si.”

“Hey Alec, nice to finally see you out of your apartment,” Clary greets him, smiling brightly.

Alec groaned, shifting uncomfortably in his seat when four sets of eyes stare at him, “You guys know Magnus so yeah.”

“Oh yes we do,” Izzy teased, grinning, “Not as close as you though.”

Magnus chuckles when Alec snorts loudly, growling later on, “Hey hey, be nice,” he says comfortingly, one hand rubbing Alec’s thigh slowly.

The same waitress approaches their table a minute later, four bottles of beer and a glass of Daiquiri placed on the table. Izzy, Simon, and Clary took the chance to order themselves some drinks, while Jace reaches for another bottle of beer.

Alec moves to place his empty bottle on the table, then moving to lean against the loveseat, watching Magnus taking tentative sips of his drink.

“You’re not drinking?” Simon asks, head moving according to beat inside the club.

“Someone needs to drive you drunk lots home later,” Alec replies, right hand moving to push his hair to the back, “Go dance, I’ll be here.”

* * * * *

“You sure you don’t want anything else?” Magnus asks, putting his half-empty glass on the table, eyes on Alec who was busy watching his siblings and their significant other moving towards the dance floor down the platform they’re currently on.

“No, I’m fine.”

Magnus moves his arms to circle Alec’s waist, chin on his shoulder as Alec turns his head to look at the forensic pathologist, “You’re a perfect man Alexander.”

Laughing loudly, Alec runs his right hand down his face, “God, you’re really something Magnus.”

“Hmm, I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Moving his left hand to wrap around Magnus’ back, settling his palm on the latter’s shoulder, “It is,” Alec says softly, eyes gazing into Magnus’ exotic ones, “Can I kiss you?” he asks in a low voice,not sure if the other man is comfortable in such gestures in public.

Magnus nods, “Of course, darling,” tilting his head, left hand reaching up to cup Alec’s well-sculpted jaw, guiding the full pink lips towards his.

Smiling into their kiss a few minutes later, Magnus moves to press the detective against the plush back of the loveseat with a palm on the other’s chest, swallowing his moans and gasps when he teases the pink lips with his tongue repeatedly.

“You’re so addictive,” Alec commented when he parts the kiss for a short breath, before pulling Magnus down for another kiss, their bodies pressed flush against each other, the blinding lights and loud noise of the club forgotten as they sunk deeper into their passionate kiss.

* * * * *

2355H Private Parking, Pandemonium, New York

“You sure you’re okay driving?” Alec asks worriedly, body hunched over the driver side of the door while his eyes rested on Magnus’ who was seated comfortably in his car

“I’m fine Alexander. I didn’t drink much,” he presses the start button, right feet pressing against the brake pedal, the car engine alive seconds later, “Too busy making out with a certain detective,” he teases.

Alec rolls his eyes, neck, and cheeks turning pink, “I didn’t hear you complaining while I was busy sucking your face in your club.”

“Who said I was complaining?”

Alec chuckles, head dipping inside the car to press a short kiss on Magnus’ cheek “Drive safely. Text me when you’re home okay?”

“Will do,” Magnus nods, right hand shifting the gear of his car, “Rest well tomorrow darling.”

Chapter Text

0820H Homicide Unit, New York Police Department

“And I thought you two had forgotten to come to work today,” Lydia comments when both Alec and Jace walks into the bullpen. The blonde went straight to his table, plopping his head onto the wooden surface, groaning loudly at the bright sunlight peeking through the window.

“Blondie here had too much fun resting, had to call him a thousand times to pick me up,” Alec says, pointing his thumb at his younger brother, moving to sit in his office chair and turning on his pc a second later. He then throws a piece of crumpled paper at Jace who had started snoring.

“Shut up,” Jace grunts, head shifts to look at Lydia’s table, “Had to spend the whole day yesterday sleeping since you and Magnus were so busy sucking each other’s face back at Pandemonium. I had to keep myself occupied dancing and drinking myself to forget my big brother’s display of PDA.”

“Oh?” Lydia gasps, shifting her gaze onto Alec, judging him, “And here I thought my ex-partner is a prude!”

Alec shrugs, not interested in ruining his perfectly good morning, “Whatever. I’ve submitted the report on Valentine’s case to Aline.”

Lydia nods, acknowledging her subordinate, “I’ve sent a notification to Lieutenant Garroway,” she pauses as she stares at Alec, letting out a huge breath before smiling widely, “It’s finally out of our hands.”


Taking a file from her tray, Lydia’s gaze was still fixed on Alec, “You still planning to see Doctor Carstairs?”

“Yeah. I don’t think I should stop,” he pauses, throwing his pen onto Jace’s way, smiling at his brother who was groaning rather loudly, “At least not now.”

Lydia nods, signing the paper in her hand, “So, you and Doctor Bane,” she says carefully, knowing it is a rather sensitive issue with her friend, “Anything new?”

Alec clears his throat, leaning deeper into his office chair as he shifts his gaze onto his friend, “We uh, going on a date tonight.”

Lydia’s face brightens in a second, a wide smile plastered onto her beautiful face, “Where are you planning to bring him?”

“I uh-” Alec shrugs, scratching the back of his neck absentmindedly, “I wanted to ask you on that.”

“Asks her what?” Magnus asks as he struts into the bullpen, a paper bag in one hand, a tray of coffee cups in another, “For you busy lots,” he says to Lydia as he places the bag on her table, plucking a cup of coffee before placing the rest to join the bag, and walks towards a blushing Alec, “Morning darling,” he says, putting the steaming cup right under his nose, “Izzy told me you like plain black coffee and no breakfast. And now I wonder why you insist on me having breakfast with you that day.”

“Because it's you, and you shouldn't spoil them too much,” Alec says, grinning when Jace drags his chair with his feet towards the Sergeant’s table, grabbing a neatly wrapped Subway sandwich with his eyes closed.

“I owe them this much,” Magnus explains, thigh perched on the empty space on Alec’s desk, “They’ve been extremely welcoming when I first started here and honestly, we never have any awkward moment.”

“We have,” Lydia who had been eavesdropping says over the munching of her own Tuna Melt Sandwich, “Especially with your sexual innuendos whenever you were at the crime scene.”

Magnus clicks his tongue, eyes glaring at the Sergeant who nonchalantly continues on eating, “Sergeant Branwell, how’s your dearest fiance?”

“You knew John?” Alec asks, sipping on his coffee.

Magnus nods, “Yes I do.”

“Hey, Alec!” Simon walks into the bullpen a second later, grinning to his ears.

Jace groans, “God, how are you so cheery this morning Si?” he says, handing the Crime Scene Analyst his share of the food and drinks that Magnus had brought them.

“Woot! Lucky I didn’t stop by to get my own breakfast,” the spectacled guy unwrap his sandwich, munching it a second later, “Thanks, Doctor Bane!”

Grimacing at the loud voice, Magnus nods a few times in acknowledgment, then moving to shift his focus onto his detective, “What?” he asks, when he caught Alec staring at him with an incredulous look.

“So, you’ve been feeding these people breakfast as well?” Alec asks, an eyebrow raised.

“Well, I must stay on their good side.”

“So, you’ve been bribing them?”

“No, I’ve been treating them.”

“So, bribing,” he says, an eyebrow raised while slowly sipping on the still steaming coffee.

Magnus rolls his eyes, reaching for his handkerchief he kept in his pants pocket, wiping the corner of Alec’s lips.

“I can do that, thank you very much,” Alec groans, albeit smiling shyly at what Magnus had just done.

“I know.”

A sudden loud continuous alarm pinging from Jace’s computer grabs their attention. Simon and Jace quickly move towards the detective’s table, the Crime Scene Analyst tapping the mouse as he reaches the workstation, “Oh.”

Alec frowns and quickly looks at his brother.

“I asked Simon to install a shot alert onto my pc after you were kidnapped,” Jace says, one palm supporting his body as he leans against his own table, another holding his sandwich, “Where is it Si?”

Simon waits for their computer software to finish processing the data needed to triangulate the sound of a gunshot, to finally detect the precise location it happened, “Okay, got it,” he says, clicking the mouse, “It’s the St.John Fisher College.”

Magnus frowns, “A college? Who the hell would bring a gun to a college?” he mumbled under his breath.

Lydia looks at her cellphone, “No one called it in yet. Maybe they had a marathon and it was the starting gun?”

Jace shrugs, looking at Simon.

“Could be, the system can’t differentiate the type of shots released.” 

Twenty minutes later while having breakfast, Lydia and Magnus received a call from the same location, a female student was gunned down.

* * * * *

0935H parking lot of Integrated Science and Health Sciences Building,  St.John Fisher College

“Jace had mentioned to me that you always drive on your own to the scene,” Alec says as he parks the car into the designated area, eyes on Magnus who was sitting in the passenger seat, “Any reason why you wanted to ride with me this time?”

Magnus shrugs, left fingers tapping his thigh silently.

“Hey,” Alec softens his voice, moving sideways in his seat as he cups Magnus’ face with his large hands, “I don’t mind. I was just intrigued, that’s all.”

Magnus' face brightens instantly, a small smile displayed on his face.

Alec dips his head to brush his lips against Magnus’, not able to restrain himself after being presented with such a beautiful sight. He pulls Magnus face towards his, pressing his lips harder against the firm lips, moving ever so slightly to indulge himself in the sweet taste of Magnus.

“Hey, stop sucking each other’s face!” Jace shouts as he knocks on the driver’s seat window, grinning widely while Lydia stands behind them, cellphone in her hand.

“Oh god,” Alec groans, forehead moves to press onto Magnus’ shaking shoulder as the ME was soundlessly laughing, “You shouldn’t laugh, it’s your fault.”

“Oh, my fault? You’re the one who kissed me!” 

Alec makes a noise at the back of his throat, “Because you look extremely beautiful.”

“Why thank you darling,” Magnus chuckles, pressing his lips onto Alec’s clothed shoulder, “We should get going.”

* * * * *

Alec rolls his eyes as both his partner and Sergeant were staring at him with annoyingly wide smirking face, while Magnus was busy unloading his work bag from the department issued dark blue sedan and changing his shoes into his field boots.

“Don’t say anything,” Alec threatens, eyes glaring at Jace and Lydia, back leaning against the driver’s door.

“We won’t,” Lydia says, “But do get ready if you don’t want this video of you snogging the Chief Medical Examiner in the department issued car in a parking lot of your latest crime scene to circulates the department bulletin.”

“What do you want?” Alec barks, hands crossed in front of his chest, “Money?”

Lydia gasps dramatically, “Detective Lightwood, are you insinuating that I’m blackmailing you?”

Alec snorts loudly, left leg kicking his laughing brother’s shin, “Yes you are Sergeant Branwell.”

“I would never!” she says, her left hand on her chest, right hand wiggling her red-colored phone slowly, taunting Alec.

“Fine,” Alec groans, running a hand down his face, “What do you idiots want?”

“Drop the insult please,” Jace says, voice firm as he stood straight next to a grinning Lydia, right-hand knuckles under his chin, left hand propped on his waist.

Gritting his teeth, Alec forces a gulp down his throat, “What do you lovelies want?”

“Ah, that’s better.”

Still seething with anger, Alec was about to lunge forward onto his annoying adopted brother when Magnus’ warm palm circles his wrist, “You okay Alexander?” he asks, noticing the tension in the detective's posture and the way he had been glaring at the other two who had been mischievously grinning wide.

“Yeah,” Alec nods, his own breath calming down the second the ME was next to him, the warmth of his touch grounded him, “Next time you buy these two lovelies food, do tell me.”

“Oh?” Magnus asks, looking at the other two detectives who had been staring at them, “Why is that?”

“I might want to put a drop or two of cyanide in their food,” he mutters, smirking widely at the horrified looks on his team’s face, before tugging the ME away towards their crime scene.

* * * * *

They both take the steps down onto the scene, a female student lying on the landing area in between two flight of stairs, two paramedics crouching just beside her.

Alec notices an early 20s male guard standing just beside an open backpack by the stairs, books pouring out, his shoes just an inch from the mess, “Hey you,” he stops just a few steps from the body, left hand reaching for his car keys inside his pants pocket, “You’re trampling the scene for fuck sake,” he mumbles, then throws his keys into the guard’s hands, “Go to my car, get the tapes in the trunk.”

He groans when the guard disappears a minute after, putting on his gloves while Magnus crouches by the victim, his leather workbag next to him. The paramedics had already excused themselves after informing Magnus that they couldn’t find any vitals and had pronounced her dead.

“White female, approximately 20,” Magnus starts, right hand resting on the female’s left shoulder, “Gunshot wound to the chest.”

Lydia appears from the bottom part of the staircase, eyes on the frowning tall detective, “You okay?”

“Yeah, an idiot trampled the scene.”

Jace steps into the picture a minute after, stopping just a step away from the backpack on the stairs, “No witnesses,” he pauses, putting on his gloves, “Most of the students are taking their finals and this is a secluded area.”

Lydia grunts, taking a stair down before turning to look at Alec, “I’m getting a gun dog and requesting backups to look through all the dumpsters, trash cans, and the bushes. You can handle it here?”

Alec nods, muttering a thank you while watching his Sergeant disappears by the corner, Officer Underhill hot on her heels.

With Magnus busy jotting down his observations in his clipboard, Jace went through the backpack on the concrete stairs in a crouching position, “Padding for a laptop, but no computer,” he looks around the area, then eyes on Alec, “And I don’t think someone would go to this kind of college without one.” 

“Maybe the shooter stole it,” Alec comments, then points his finger at the purse next to the backpack, “Get that.”

Jack plucks the ID from the purse, reading the name displayed to his brother, “Delilah Duncan,” he says then moves to stand, patting the shoulder of an officer manning the crowds of onlooking students, terrified at what had happened in their compound, “Have her dorm room sealed off,” he says, handing the officer the ID in his hand.

Alec notices a glint behind the overgrown bushes next to the stairs, moving carefully to reach for the item, “A cell phone,” he comments, pressing the key as Jace steps up to stand next to him, “All the texts have been deleted.”

Jace groans, plucking the phone out of his brother’s hand and placing it inside a see-through plastic, “I’ll get a subpoena to the DA’s office for her phone records.”

“Yeah thanks,” Alec says, turning to observe the upper flight of stairs, eyes on an orange cone placed on one of the stairs. He bends to pick up the piece of plastic, proceeding to put it in the evidence bag, handing it to a crime scene unit guy nearby, “Get this to the crime lab.”

Alec looks up when he heard a loud gasping sound, then a bag crashes onto the floor, a female in her 20s frozen at the scene in front of her, “God, female teenagers aren’t my forte,” he mumbled under his breath, before jogging up the steps to turn the student’s head away from the scene, “You know her?” he asks.

The sobbing student moves to palm her mouth, one hand gripping Alec’s shoulder tight, “She’s my best friend!” 

Trying his best not to show his discomfort, Alec pats the student’s back, still careful of not being accused of sexual harassment later on, “When was the last time you saw her?”

The student continues sobbing, then moving closer to hug Alec, to an amused Jace who was sniggering at the sight, knowing his brother’s allergy  towards any unknown female, “Magnus, you gotta watch this.”

Magnus looks up from his observation notes, eyes on his detective, “What in the world-”

Jace moves to pats the ME’s shoulder, “Don’t worry.”

“What do you mean-” Magnus was about to strut up the stairs to rip the hands off of his detective when he notices the grimacing look on Alec and the way his hands were subtly trying to remove the grip around his back, “Oh-”

Alec clears his throat, able to slowly remove an arm from his back, patting the student awkwardly on the shoulder, “So uh, Janie, when was the last time you saw her?”

Gasping for breath, the student wipes the tears staining her cheeks with the back of her hand, taking a minute to form words, “We had lunch yesterday at Pioch Common Cafe.”

Alec nods then lower his head to look at the student in the eyes, “Is there anybody you can think of that would have a reason to do this?”

The student shakes her head.

“Did she have a boyfriend?”

She takes a deep breath, shaking her head before saying, “She wasn’t seeing anyone,” then started sobbing again, “I can’t believe she’s gone!” she then moves to hug Alec, who grimace at the contact.

* * * * *

1010H Room 315, Founders Hall

Still giggling, Jace pushes the door to Delilah Duncan’s room, his brother a few steps behind, “I was sure Magnus was about to run up the stairs and rip her hands off.”

Alec rolls his eyes, gloved hand pushing the door to open wider, “I don’t do well with female teenagers,” he then shivers at the thought.

“You don’t do well with any unknown female, period,” Jace concludes, moving towards the wooden study desk, opening the drawer, “No computer. Somebody’s got her laptop,” he says, observing the large poster of footballers pinned to the white wall.

Alec moves to the dresser beside the bed, reaching for the frame of their victim Delilah and an adult female with a spitting image of her, presumably her mother. Alec carefully places the silver frame back to its place, noticing a bright red swirling hairband with a key attached to it, “Wonder what this opens?”

A figure approaches the door, an officer on duty halting her steps by placing a hand on her shoulder, “Uh, for her locker at the gym.”

Alec turns to look at the figure wearing tight blue jeans and a long-sleeved turtleneck sweater, “You are?”

“I’m Linda Blake. I’m-I was Delilah’s RA.”

Jace frowns at the explanation, turning to look at his brother.

“Resident advisor,” Alec said, moving closer to Linda, “They look after kids in the dorm,” he stops in front of her, hand rubbing the hairband in his hold, “How well do you know her?” he asks.

Linda shrugs, eyes on Jace who had somehow caught her eyes, “Erm, not that well,” she smiles widely at the blonde detective.

Eyebrow raised, Alec caught a glimpse of an amused Jace with his peripheral view, “She ever come by and talk to you about having a problem with anybody?”

Eyes still on Jace, Linda licks her lips, “She stopped by once or twice about classes,” she twirls her long red hair, “She was usually either studying or playing soccer.”

Alec nods, head turns to look at Jace, judging his brother who was having fun at what was happening.

“Urm, detective, do you um have any card?” Linda asks, “For you know, to call if I can think of anything?”

Snorting, Alec moves towards the corner of the room, letting his brother deal with whatever nonsense he’s facing.

“Bro,” Jace calls when another figure appears by the door a minute after Linda disappears into the hallway.

Alec turns, a woman from the picture on Delilah’s dresser was standing in the doorway.

“I’m Delilah’s mother.”

* * * * *

“You okay?” Magnus asks as he observes the detective whose eyes were fixed on the road.

“Yeah, I just,” he sighs softly, eyes shifts momentarily onto Magnus, then back on the road, “The mom looks devastated. I-” he pauses, “I couldn’t look at her so I had to get Jace to drive her back to the precinct.”

Magnus nods understandingly, left hand moving to rest on Alec’s shoulder, squeezing it lightly.

“I wasn’t like this previously,” Alec says, a soft chuckle follows, “Most of the people would find fun in referring me as the emotionally constipated detective.”

Magnus smiles, left thumb rubbing the skin below Alec’s earlobe.

“It changes when-” Alec gulps, hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, “-I think I changed when Valentine started killing. I was-I think I felt the connections between myself and the victims, and somehow I kind of change, even for a little bit.”

“A kind of a wake-up call?”

Alec chuckles, nodding, “Kind of.”

“So, if Valentine were not in the picture, I might not be able to flirt with you openly?”

“I would have brushes you away right on the spot and requests a transfer just to get away from you.”

Magnus dramatically gasps, “Oh, so cold detective.”

Alec snorts, right hand moving to put the gear into a parking mode, then a finger moving to boop Magnus softly on the nose, “As much as I hate to acknowledge that lunatic asshole, Valentine makes me value myself more.”

* * * * *

1050H Interrogation Room 1, New York Police Department

Alec sat uncomfortably next to Lydia, whose hands were comforting the distraught looking mother.

With trembling voice, she started speaking, “Delilah, she-she wanted to get into St.John since she was a little kid,” she smiles a second after, a past memory flashes in her mind, “The day she found out was the best day of her life.”

Alec clears his throat softly, listening to Lydia’s question, “When was the last time you spoke to your daughter?”

The mother tightens the hold, eyes straight into Lydia’s, “Two days ago, she uh-” she pauses, sniffling loudly, “-she sounded pretty tired, but she has a lot on her plate,” smiling softly a second later, “she’s a straight-A student, played division-1 soccer after being recruited in high school, full scholarship.”

Alec smiles at the mother, piping in a second later, “You must have been very proud of her.”

The mother nodded a few times, “Oh, I was, I-I still am. Her father, he uh died a few months before she started high school. I could barely support both of us, so she works hard just to get into college. The scholarship means a lot to her,” the mother rubs her nose with the back of her hand, then shifts her gaze onto Lydia and Alec, “Please, find out who did this to my baby.”

* * * * *

1250H Autopsy Room, the basement of New York Police Department

Both Magnus and Alec hovers over the body of Delilah Duncan on the metal autopsy table, watching intently as Magnus adjusted the device to measure the diameter of the wound, “Two centimeters, singular gunshot wound, mid-chest,” the ME commented, eyes gaze momentarily onto the detective who was standing opposite of him.

“I’ll have to wait for the ballistic to confirm, but it’s similar to a wound left by a 9-millimeter,” Alec comments, then moves to look deeper into the wound on the chest, “The shooter was close.”

Magnus moves towards the high tray behind him, gloved hand reaching for a petri dish, then showing it to the detective, “I found a hair on her body. I’ll ask Isabelle to process it in the lab, we might find DNA.”

Magnus places the container back in the tray, then moves towards the lower part of the body, expert hands placed under her thigh and the back of her knee, squeezing them a second later, “Well developed quadriceps femoris.”

“The mom said that she played soccer.”

Magnus nods, then looks at Alec, “Do you play sports?”

“Not really,” the detective says, moving to stand in front of the ME, “I do archery once in a while, apart from spending time at the firing range.”

Magnus grins lopsidedly, staring into the hazel colored eyes, “Not really into physical sports?”

Alec shrugs.

“Hmm, I might have to change that soon,” Magnus hums, licking his lips suggestively.

It took Alec a minute to fully digest the meaning behind the ME’s look, groaning loudly while closing his eyes, “God,” he mumbles loudly, “We’re working right now for God's sake.”

Magnus chuckles loudly, moving to inspect both the victim’s ankles. He looks down at Delilah’s right ankle, thumb pressing against the cold skin, then moves to bring the hanging portable imaging device over the foot, an image of Delilah’s ankle bones appears on the screen at the end of the metal table.

Alec frowns, “Something wrong?”

“The anterior inferior tibiofibular syndesmotic ligament is ruptured,” Magnus explains, moving the ankle sideways to get a better look at the damage.

“Ruptured? That sounds painful.”

Magnus nods, eyes still on the screen, “Probably hurt her to walk. It’s an unusual injury, you’d mostly see it in professional athletes.”

Alec stares at the screen, frowning, “Should she get surgery for that?”

“She should. If she wants to continue playing that is,” Magnus pauses, switching the device off,  “I’m sure she’s haven’t been playing for quite some time.”

“But she didn’t mention anything to her mom nor her friends.”

“You might have to pay the college a visit then Alexander.”

* * * * *

1330H Football Practice Fields, St.John Fisher College

The female coach yells at her player, commanding them to continue playing while she turns to Jace and Alec, “She was a great player. Hard worker, no attitude.”

Jace nods, jotting down the info in his small notebook, “Was she having problems with any of her teammates?”

The coach quickly dismisses the question, “No, not that I know of,” she pauses, taking a quick glimpse at her team after they scored a goal, then proceeded to practice, “Delilah’s biggest problem was an ankle sprain.”

“It wasn’t actually a sprain, the ME said it was a torn major ligament.”

The coach nods at Alec’s explanation, “No wonder she didn’t respond to rehab.”

Alec shows the bag of evidence in his hand, the red hairband with a key attached to it, “Could we take a look inside her locker?”

“That’s not ours. We use combo locks.”

Alec nods, handing the coach his card before proceeding walking down the bleachers.

“I really liked her,” the coach says suddenly, both Jace and Alec halted their steps to turn to look at her, “Killed me to have to cut her from the team when she got hurt.”

Alec frowns, “But she’s here on a soccer scholarship.”

The sad look on the coach’s face was all that they needed.

* * * * * 

1410H Homicide Unit, New York Police Department

Lydia frowns as she looks at both Jace who was standing in front of her desk, “What do you mean they pulled her scholarship? Her tuition is paid off,” she hands Jace the file in her hands, “I got this from the bursar’s office.”

“What the fuck 57k a year?” Jace half yells as he looks into the statement, “I could buy myself an Audi!”

Alec rolls his eyes at his brother, clicking play on his desktop, watching the CCTV footage of the last few minutes of Delilah’s whereabouts in the college. “Nothing good from the video, the camera’s blocked. Suspect probably knows the campus.”

Simon struts into the unit with a laptop in hand, putting it on Jace’s table, “Cellphone company came back with Delilah’s text,” he pauses, clicking a button to share the texts he recovered into their online system, for Alec and Lydia’s to see on their desktop. Then, a picture of Delilah with a boy appears on the screen, “Found these in her pages. The guy looks more than a friend,” he comments.

Alec scrolls through the texts on his screen, “Who’s this B-bear? She’s been texting this person a lot.”

Simon frowns, going through the victim’s social media. He clicks on a tagged photo, to a page belonging to a, “B-bear, Blaine Tobin,” Simon clicks a picture, of Delilah and Blaine kissing by a fountain.

“And Janey told me she didn’t have a boyfriend,” Alec mutters.

* * * * *

1455H Interrogation Room, New York Police Department

“They broke up a month ago,” Janey explains, eyes on Lydia who sat opposite of her.


Janey shrugs, “He was stressing her. She said she didn’t have time for a boyfriend.”

Lydia nods, palms clasps in front of her, “And how did he feel about that?”

Janey hesitated for a second, eyes on Lydia and later on the door, “He’s a good guy you know. But it was pretty sudden, so I understand that he was pissed.”

“Why did they broke up? I understand that she was previously occupied with soccer, but now she’d definitely have more time for him.”

“H-how did you know she was cut from the team?”

Lydia raises an eyebrow, “How did you know?”

“She told me,” Janey explains, biting her lower lip, “She was devastated. She said she felt like she lost herself and tried her best not to let her mom knows. I guess that’s also why she broke up with Blaine.”

* * * * *

1500H Chief Medical Examiner Office, the basement of New York Police Department

Alec knocks on the door, smiling when Magnus lifts his head from the file he was deeply immersed in, “Hey there beautiful.”

Blushing, Magnus quickly moves out of his seat, taking swift steps to stand in front of Alec, “Hey.”

Alec lifts his left hand, holding a medium-sized paper bag, “Izzy told me you hadn’t had lunch yet.” 

“Hm, my knight in shining armor,” Magnus teases, on his tip-toes a second later to press a soft kiss on Alec’s cheek. He closes the door, pulling the tall man towards the couch in the corner of his office.

“It’s just fried noodles and dim sum,” Alec mutters as he carefully takes the container out, placing it on the coffee table.

“You really don’t take compliments well do you?” 

Alec shrugs, “There’s nothing worth complimenting about anyway. It’s just lunch you know. And you’ve been feeding us the past few days.”

“Fine,” Magnus grumbles, reaching for one of the containers, chopsticks in his right hand before he starts digging in, “Where’s Jace and Lydia?”

Munching on his food, Alec turns in his sitting position so that he has a closer look at the ME, “Lydia’s talking to Delilah’s friend Janie, and would probably scare the victim’s boyfriend’s ass soon and Jace got a lead on the hairband plus key I found in Delilah’s room.”


“Let’s stop talking about the case, at least for a while.”

Magnus tilts his head, eyes on the detective, “Oh?”

“So, why did you move here?” 

“John, Lydia’s fiance told me that the city’s looking for a new Chief Medical Examiner, so I applied for it. Got the job on the spot and I moved here in less than 24 hours.”

Alec raises an eyebrow, mouth munching on the noodle stops abruptly.

“Seems like the previous ME, Aldertree had quite a number of backlogs that needed immediate attention,” Magnus explains, “I’ve once autopsied 8 bodies in one day, non-stop, that’s probably why they hired me.”

Alec grins lopsidedly, “Not because of your looks?”

Magnus gasps dramatically, left-hand on his chest as he stares at the detective, “Darling!”

“And Jace mentioned that you transferred in from LA.”

Magnus nods, “My father and my friends are still there, but they understand why I decided to move here.”

Alec clears his throat, one idle hand scratching the back of his neck, “Jace also mentioned something about your girlfriend leaving for a greener pasture?”

Magnus laughs soundlessly, shaking his head, “That was ancient history. Two or three years ago if I can recall. Luckily the tabloids were on my side.”


“Darling, I dated Camille Belcourt, one of the Victoria Secret's angel,” he pauses, clicking his tongue, “-but she’s more like a Satan if I have to be honest.”

“Hmm,” Alec nods a few times, face stoic as he continues munching on his noodle.

“She moved to Paris when her contract ended. Probably to follow her then-boyfriend, the photographer who previously worked for A-B Holdings whom she had been meeting behind my back, while I work my ass off at the ME office and the company.”

“Mhm,” Alec was still nodding, eyes on Magnus who continues on rambling about his past relationship.

“You don’t know what I’m talking about do you?”

Alec shakes his head, “Not really, no.”

Laughing loudly, Magnus pats the broad shoulders of the tall man in front of him, “Oh god, now I know why Isabelle said you’re the walking thesaurus minus the fun things.”

Alec rolls his eyes, “It’s not my fault that fashion and gossip don’t interest me.”

“And here I thought you’ve googled my name.”

“Should I?”

“Up to you, but why bother when I’m here next to you?” Magnus purred teasingly, pressing a soft greasy kiss on Alec’s cheek, ”Oh oops-” he giggles, reaching for a tissue.

“I can charge you with sexual harassment you know,” Alec teases as Magnus was carefully wiping the grease away.

“Oh, yeah?” Magnus chuckles, placing his now empty container on the coffee table, reaching for a napkin and carefully dab the mess around his mouth, “Now that you’re the talk of the precinct you’re too cocky aren’t you Detective Lightwood?”

Alec groans, the way Magnus was referring him to had awakened a sensitive part of his body, “God.”

Magnus grins widely, left-hand grabs the container from Alec’s lap and placed it on the table, while his other hand had sneaked its way around Alec’s waist, “Kiss me.”

Alec happily oblige. 

Five minutes into their make-out session, Magnus had plastered himself flushed against the detective’s body, hands secured at the back of Alec’s neck. When Alec parted his mouth to take in a small breath, Magnus pushes his warm tongue in, ears indulging in the sound of Alec’s beautiful moans. 

“We’re in your office,” Alec breathes out, hands caressing Magnus’ firm thighs, lips just an inch away.

“Don’t care,” Magnus groans, moving to press another kiss on Alec’s lips.

Chapter Text

1600H Laboratory, the basement of New York Police Department

“They’re in there making out aren’t they?” Jace asks, eyes on the closed door of Magnus’ office, sitting on the barstool in front of his sister’s workstation.

Izzy who had been observing a piece of evidence under the microscope shrugs nonchalantly, “They might have gone further from making out,” she says, eyes darting onto the wall clock, “It has been almost an hour after boss closes his door.”

“God, I don’t need to know that my by the book brother is having sex in his workplace.”

“Technically, it’s Magnus’ workplace,” Izzy counters, grinning widely.

Jace grunts, running his fingers through his blonde locks, “Alec’s so happy right now I might puke rainbows.”

“I’m just glad his life is finally on track,” Izzy says adoringly, soft gaze on her adopted brother, “He deserves all these.”

Ten minutes later, the door of Magnus’ office opens, and Jace quickly strides to greet his brother who was lingering by the doorway, “Yo bro.”

Alec was startled by Jace’s presence but manage to gain his bearings, eyes moving to focus on the blonde detective, “Yeah, uh hi.”

“Been busy huh?” Jace teases.

Alec knew what he meant, groaning loudly, he turns to look at an amused Magnus, “See you at 7 Magnus,” before moving towards the elevator, not even a word at Jace.

* * * * *

“So, I guess Delilah had been turning tricks ever since she lost her scholarship,” Alec deduces as he inspects the contents displayed on the table that Jace had managed to find stored in a locker at a gym in Lincoln Square.

Lydia groans, thigh perch on the end of the same table, “The ex-boyfriend’s an annoying pre-law, said that she didn’t have anyone else and doesn’t really know why she left him.”

Jace picks up a red stiletto, and a matching dress, “She must have high-end clients,” he eyes a dozen packets of condoms and a bottle of lube on the table, “She lost her scholarship about a month ago, and she managed to earn 57k,” Jace whistles, “We’re in the wrong side of the job fellas.”

* * * * *

1745H Homicide Unit, New York Police Department

Lydia turns her head when Jace and Alec enter the bullpen, then went separate ways to sit at their work desk.

Alec groans, “Mo Monee said she’s not one of his. But he did mention that if Delilah had regular clients, she must have had a pimp,” Alec explains after his and Jace’s meeting with one of his CI who works in the servicing sector in the Brooklyn area.

“And a book,” Jace cuts in, pressing a few keyboard keys in front of him, “Bitches be trippin’ having their own website, but hoes still need to keep her schedule.” 

“God, you sound like Mo Monee,” Alec grunts, throwing a piece of crumpled paper at his chuckling brother.

Lydia rolls her eyes at the bantering siblings, “Alec, go home.”

“What?” Alec frowns, turning to look at his Sergeant, hissing when Jace took the opportunity to throw a piece of paper that went straight to his head, “We’re still not done.”

“Your date,” she says.

“Oh fuck, I forgot to book a table-dammit,” Alec curses under his breath, his right hand went straight for his mouse, clicking on the home screen as he googles up a list of restaurants in New York, “Fuck!”

“You could’ve found one during your lunch break but yeah,” Jace grins teasingly, eyebrows wiggling in an annoying manner, “You were busy sucking face with Magnus instead.”

Lydia laughs loudly, “He what?”

“He was in Magnus’ office for one whole hour.”

“Mister prude who keeps on prancing around saying we should follow the law ?” Lydia keeps on laughing, left palm slapping the surface of her table loudly, to Alec’s annoyance.

“Glad you find my personal life interesting Sergeant.”

Lydia was still giggling, back of her hand rubbing the tears accumulating at the corner of her eyes, “Oh god, I could still remember you preaching to me when I started dating John.”

“You were kissing him in our pantry when I was busy interrogating one of our suspects,” Alec reminds her.

“It was just a greeting,” Lydia defends herself, fanning her red face with her right hand.

“The moaning and groping say otherwise,” Alec deadpans.

Lydia rolls her eyes, “Well then Detective Lightwood, seems like you won’t be needing my assistance for your date tonight.”

Alec’s ears perk up immediately at Lydia’s words, “What?”

“Say you’re sorry.”

“I’m sorry Sergeant,” Alec says in a heartbeat.

“Okay that was fast,” Lydia grumbles, “Tell me that I’m beautiful,” she says, an eyebrow raised, pink painted lips smirking.

“You’re beautiful Sergeant Detective Lydia Branwell.”

“Okay, who the hell are you and what have you done with my ex-partner?” Lydia grunts, while Jace was holding his stomach, laughing loudly at his brother and his boss’s interactions.

“I am sorry and you’re beautiful,” Alec tries again, desperation obvious in his tone, throwing a pen at his brother who hasn’t stop laughing.

“Magnus Bane, what have you done to my friend,” she mumbles under her breath, taking time to write down the necessary details for Alec’s date.

* * * * *

1850H Lobby of Walker Tower

From Lydia Branwell 1850H

The plastic you found on the stairs was from a laptop, probably Delilah’s. Me and Jace gonna head to the campus once it opens.

Have fun buddy


Alec replies with a short ‘Okay’ then shoves his phone back into his pants pocket. The sound of the elevator pinging brought his attention towards the figure stepping out of the compartment. 

Magnus was breathtakingly beautiful in his white polka dot long-sleeved shirt, very tight at his biceps, the fit and neatly pressed dark brown dress slacks hugging every curve that Alec had been wanting to explore, and his mildly glittered exposed neck, he wanted to lick the caramel-colored skin clean.

“Hey, there gorgeous.” 

Alec presses a kiss to the corner of Magnus’ lips as the ME stands in front of him, “You’re beautiful.”

“Thank you, darling,” Magnus says shyly, hooking an arm around Alec’s elbow, “Shall we?”

* * * * *

1925H Taki’s

“I uh, I’m sorry if this restaurant isn’t your kind of place,” Alec stammers as he sat on the booth opposite of Magnus, eyes roaming the well-lit diner, “Lydia helped me booked a place but-but I-god, I should've brought you there shouldn't I?”

Chuckling, Magnus covers Alec’s clammy ones on the table, squeezing it mildly to comfort the detective, “Alexander, this is perfect.”

“And you’re overdressed for this shabby place.”

“I’m overdressed even for the crime scene darling.” Magnus assures the detective, hand squeezing the other’s ever so slightly, “It’s okay. I love it, it’s cozy.”

“How dare you call this place shabby Lightfoot,” a voice resounds from the corner of the diner, and Alec laughs when a dark-skinned female with high curly hair makes an appearance.

“Hi, Maia.”

“Don’t you hi me you jerk. How dare you call my place shabby?” Maia pokes at the detective with her pen, gritting her teeth when he yowls in pain, “I shall charge you 100% tip for insulting my palace”

Alec rolls his eyes, moving up from his seat to give Maia a one-arm hug, “Nice to see you too.”

Maia grins widely as she shoves Alec back into his booth, then her brown colored eyes rest on Magnus, “Hello there.”

“Magnus, this is Maia, the owner of this diner and a friend of mine,” Alec starts, one hand holding Maia’s elbow, “Maia, this is Magnus,” Alec pauses, hand back on the table, palm resting over Magnus’ knuckles, “My date.”

“Ah,” Maia nods, “You’re Izzy’s boss, aren't you?”

“Yes, I am. You knew her?”

Maia chuckles, “I know the whole Lighthouse clan.”

“Lightwood,” Alec corrects her.

“As I said, Lightfoot.”

Alec rolls his eyes, “She owns the cafe in the precinct as well, but she’s mostly here.”

Maia nods, “I’ll be taking over the cafe in a week or two, once Bat,” she pauses, looking at Magnus, “My trusted fella is taking over the diner once he graduates tomorrow.”

“God, that means I have to see you every day at the precinct?” Alec groans, but the smile on his face says otherwise. 

“Shut up,” Maia chastises, then look at the detective, “What can I get you lovebirds?”

Magnus smiles at Maia, “I’ll have your special for tonight.”

“I’ll have the usual Maia.”

Grinning, Maia jots down the order in the small notebook in her hand, “Sure, have fun kiddos,” she says before disappearing behind the swivel door, into the kitchen.

“She was mugged and attacked a few years ago, just behind the precinct. She was in the hospital for a few days and was unstable, so Lyds and I watch over her. She’s a stubborn one.”

Magnus nods, eyes on Alec’s fingers which had been playing with his rings.

“So, please tell me about how you, the Chief Medical Examiner can own one of the nightclubs in New York and lives in a penthouse with jail tight security.”

“You really didn’t google me did you?”

“Well, you told me not to,” Alec grins.

“My father is Asmodeus Bane.”

Alec gasps, “Wait, what? You mean the uh-”

“Yes, the former mob boss in LA. But I can assure you, he had changed, the 15 years in prison did him good,” Magnus starts, yellow-green eyes staring into Alec’s, “He wasn’t a great father to begin with, he wasn’t really there. My mom suffered from depression when he was incarcerated and killed herself when it had gotten too much for her. I’m sorry, this isn't the first date material and I-”

Alec shakes his head, one hand squeezing the hand in his, another reaching over the table to caress Magnus’ cheeks, “I want to know.”

“I was 7 when the FBI caught him. And mom killed herself when I was 8. I was then raised by my father’s trusted people in Jakarta, Indonesia, my mom’s birthplace. It took me years to get used to the city, the new surroundings and the new language, but I had fun, well, sort of.”

Alec nods, smiling as encouragement.

“I moved back to LA when I was 19. I attended Keck School Of Medicine and during the first year,  I met Catarina, Ragnor, and Raphael. The three of them were renting the rooms in my apartment, but they go to different schools.”

“You still in contact with them?”

Magnus nods, “Yes. They’re running my family’s company as we speak.”

“And your father is okay with that?”

“When my father was released, I didn’t want to see him, I guess I still despise him for my mom’s death and leaving me all alone,” Magnus stares out of the window, hand still in Alec’s tight grip, “Ragnor, my dear cabbage was pissed when I keep on rejecting my father’s call without any explanation, that one day, he invited him to our place."

“Did it turn out well?”

“Surprisingly yes. I thought Ragnor, Cat, and Raphael would be pissed because I never told them about my father, especially about what he was previously, but-” Magnus pauses, chuckling as a piece of memory came into his mind, “-they were groaning the whole day and complaining to my father saying that it's not fair that I didn’t do any chores around the apartment when in fact, it wasn’t mine. It was my father’s.”

Alec chuckles, “Setting their priorities straight I guess.”

Magnus grumbles, “Priorities my ass. The pre-law Ragnor then demanded that I pay back my father the rent I owe or he’ll sue me on my father’s behalf. I’ve never seen my father laugh so much.”

They were silent when a waiter approaches their table, laying out their order for the evening.

“After graduating, four of us decided to help my father starts afresh, A-B Holdings. Catarina would run the human resource and logistics, Ragnor would handle the contracts and anything that lawyers deal with-I really don’t care actually-and Raphael would take care of the account.”

Biting into his piece of lamb steak, Alec chews slowly, his gaze on Magnus, “You?”

“I handle public relations and marketing. My father still has connections, so we make a decent profit within the first year. When the company continued to soar, I feel like I wanted to do something else, so I joined the LAPD as one of their freelance ME.”

“And then you met Camille?”

Magnus groans, sipping on his wine at the mention of the woman he despises to wash the sudden bitter taste in his mouth, “Ugh, you just killed my appetite, Alexander.”

Chuckling, Alec continues to feed himself.

“To cut the story short, yeah. Met and got dumped by the Victoria’s Devil and after a promise to my dad and friends that I would come back every 3 or 4 months for a visit, I moved here.”

Alec tilts his head to the side, “And they didn’t put up a fight with you?”

Magnus shrugs, “They know I don’t really care. I trained one of my friends Dorothea to replace me before I left.”

Alec nods, reaching for his glass of soda, sipping it slowly, “How about Pandemonium?”

Magnus bites the piece of chicken from his plate, eyes on the wall behind Alec, taking time to recall a memory of his, “Ah,” he half yells, able to finally remembered a said event, “I bought Pandemonium as a present for Camille, but she dumped me so I kept it for myself.”

Alec chokes on his piece of meat, washing it down with a glass of water handed by Magnus, “You bought a nightclub for your girlfriend?”

“Ex-girlfriend,” Magnus corrected.

“You bought a nightclub for your then girlfriend?” Alec tries again.

Magnus shrugs, biting on his piece of carrot, “She mentioned that she wanted to settle down in New York, so I bought the penthouse and the nightclub while I was still working with my father-” he lifts an eyebrow, “-probably 6 or 7 months into our romantically-disastrous relationship.”

“What the hell-” Alec mutters under his breath.

Magnus let out a long breathy sigh, “Ah, the stupid things I did for that Satan,” he sing-song, sipping on his wine.

Shaking his head at Magnus’ attitude, Alec smiles at the ME sitting across his table, ”Any other exes that I should know about?”

Magnus hums, taking his time indulging in the sweet taste of his wine, “No, not really. No one worth mentioning.”

“How much are you worth?”

“Oh?” Magnus smirks, eyes glinting mischievously at Alec, “Are you insinuating that you’re in for the money detective?” he gasps, right-hand palm on his collarbone for dramatic effect.

Alec shrugs, “Might be,” he teases, “If you ask me a few nights ago, I might be in just because of your face and your ass.”

“Hah!” Magnus points a finger at Alec, “I knew it! You were staring at my ass at Alden-Orlander crime scene!”

Alec rolls his eyes, “It’s your fault, you were the one wearing that tight pants.”

“So it’s my pants’ fault?”

Alec shakes his head, “Nope, still your fault.”

Giggling, Magnus starts explaining, “Well, to be honest, I don’t really know how much I’m worth. But I am one of the board members of my father’s company and I dabble in real estate.”

“Wow, exactly what a terribly rich person would say,” Alec deadpans.

“They’re just money darling.”

Alec nods subtly, left hand reaching to grasp Magnus’ right ones, “And you’d still date me?”

“In a heartbeat.”

* * * * *

2245H Penthouse Level, Walker Tower

“You sure you don’t want to come in for-” Magnus licks his lips, right hand pressing the code into the security keypad of his door, “-coffee or tea?”


“I do make a mean coffee you know,” he tries again, smiling wide.

“No thank you.”

Giggling, Magnus steps closer to Alec, both hands on his shoulder, “Playing hard to get huh detective?”

“I want you, god, so much,” Alec groans, pressing his forehead against Magnus, “But I want us to take our time, as what you have been telling me previously.”

“Hmm,” Magnus hums, indulging himself in Alec’s warmth, “I do hope we can still continue making out.”

“Definitely,” Alec says in a second, dipping his head to press a long kiss on Magnus’ firm lips.

* * * * *

1105H Homicide Unit, New York Police Department

“So, the guard that was trampling the scene stole Delilah’s laptop?” Alec asks, eyes on Lydia who was munching on her bagel.

“Yep, and he stupidly says that ‘It’s not like she’s gonna miss the laptop’,” Jace says, mimicking the perpetrator’s voice, his fingers tapping into a pink laptop on his desk, belonging to their victim.

“Wait, how’s your date?” Lydia asks eyes on Alec who was focusing on the statement Lydia and Jace recorded, “How’s the food?”

Alec shrugs, “Sorry, I brought him to Taki instead. I don’t really feel comfortable in a five-star dining whatever it is you booked for me. Thank John for me will you?”

Lydia nods, humming while she continues chewing her bagel, “The report on the hair that Magnus said he found on Delilah came back. It’s from a-” she pauses, looking down at the written report, “-toupee.”

Alec makes a face, “Ugh, she was selling herself to a guy with a bald spot?”

Jace taps on one of the files in the laptop in front of him, “I think I found her hooker book.”

Alec moves to stand behind his brother, body bends forward to peek at the schedule on the laptop screen, “Seems like the entries begin exactly about a month ago after the college pull her scholarship.”

Jace clicks on one of the entries, “And I thought she majors in Physical Education? Why was she taking Art History?” he frowns, clicking another entry before forming a conclusion, “I think these are codes.”

Lydia sat on the chair she pulls all the way from her desk, to park herself next to Jace, a fresh bagel in her hand, “There,” she points at an entry, “That’s the night before she died.”

Jace clicks on the memo attached to the calendar, “Wyndham Gate Act passed by L.O, 2100.”

Lydia leans into her chair, “There’s a Wyndham Garden Hotel in Queens. Maybe this L.O stayed there.”

“Jace and I will go there and collect their CCTV footage.”

* * * * *

1605H Intelligence Unit, New York Police Department

Simon presses a button on the keyboard in front of him, footage of a middle man coming out of a hotel room plays on the big screen by the wall in front of them.

“Ugh, I think that’s the guy with the bald spot,” Lydia makes a gagging noise, “Uh, I don’t want to imagine how his dick looks like.”

Alec slaps his friend’s shoulder, “Language!”

“I said dick!” she retorts back.

Jace rubs his brother’s shoulder as he watches the footage playing, “There’s Delilah,” he says, when the victim exited the hotel room in her red dress, each hand holding a small clutch and her stilettos.

Simon presses a button on his keyboard, an ID of a male pops on the screen, “L.O is Professor Lionel Oak. He’s a Literature Professor at St.John,” he pauses, clicking another button and a statement pops on the screen next to the one they were focusing on, “He sold his house in Cambria Heights last month. Currently living in one of the college-owned housing,” he turns to look at Lydia, “He’s been living there for a couple of months actually.”

* * * * *

1755H Professor Lionel Oak office, St.John Fisher College

Alec stands outside the office, nose scrunching as he watches Magnus strutting down the hallway, “Careful in there,” he warns.

Magnus makes a grimacing look before stepping inside the office, “I’m sure he’s been dead a day or two, based on the lovely smell,” he says, placing his work bag on the floor before proceeding to inspect the dead body slumped over the desk, pool of blood accumulating just beneath his head on the desk surface, “Alexander, that’s a Glock isn’t it?” he asks, the victim’s hand on the table was gripping a black gun.

Alec nods, moving to stand by the desk, gloved fingers rubbing his nose, “Yeah, Glock 26. The serial numbers filed off though.”

“Gunshot wound to the temple,” Magnus comments, both hands inspecting the head.

Jace moves into the room, coughing when he inhaled the foul smell, “God, this room smells like Izzy’s mushroom soup!”

Alec groans, “God, don’t remind me.”

“Did he shoot himself?” Jace asks, moving to hover over the dead body, “But why?”

“Maybe he felt guilty after he killed Delilah,” Alec comments, looking at his brother, “There’s no blood on his gun hand,” Alec says a minute later, moving closer to the body, inspecting the cold grey hand holding the gun, “There’s none on the slide either.”

“I’ll need to do further examination back at the autopsy room, but I can say that this man did not pull the trigger,” Magnus says, looking at both brothers, “You still have a killer on the loose.”

 * * * * *

2020H Homicide Unit, New York Police Department

“Magnus had an urgent request from the drug unit, so he’ll do Professor Oak’s autopsy tomorrow once he’s able to do so,” Lydia says as she places the phone back on her desk, eyes on Alec and Jace.

“Izzy couldn’t do it?” Jace asks, starting to clear his table of the scattered files.

“No, she’s tied up with the drug unit as well,” she pauses, “Let’s head home for the day.”

* * * * *

1250H Crime Laboratory, New York Police Department

The day after, three detectives huddled up in the Crime Laboratory soon as Magnus extracted the bullet from Professor Oak’s skull almost an hour ago, once he was able to free himself from the drug unit’s case.

“The striation of the bullet from Delilah and Oak matches. They came from the exact same gun,” Lydia comments as she moves from the computer screen to another bench, the gun from Oak’s crime scene laid on a metal tray, “Tracing this gun is our best hope of finding the shooter.”

Jace frowns, “I thought the serial numbers were filed off.”

Lydia grins, “Well, I might have a trick or two down my sleeves.”

Alec rolls his eyes, “Lucky our Sergeant is a nerd,” he gazes at his watch, “I-uh, gonna go have an early lunch. You guys want anything?”

“Nope,” Lydia says, eyes focusing on the gun, one hand holding a long cotton swab.

Jace grins, “Wow, missing dear boyfriend already? It’s barely an hour bro,” he says, stepping to stand next to Lydia.

Alec stops at the door for a moment, mind digesting what Jace had just said,

* * * * *

1310H Autopsy Room, New York Police Department

“Hey, are you done processing him?” Alec asks as he enters the autopsy room, Magnus had just pressed the pause button on his recorder.

“In an hour or so, but it could wait,” Magnus says, removing his gloves and the mask covering his face, “Do you need anything?”

“Well, uh-I need you actually.”

Chuckling, Magnus moves to the sink attached to the wall of his autopsy room, discarding his bloody gown to the bin next to it, “Ever the charmer.”

“Have you had lunch?”

Scrubbing his hands with the liquid soap, Magnus turns to look at Alec who was two feet away from him, “No, not yet.”

“Do you have any plans for lunch?”

“Hmm, not sure,” he hums, eyes observing Alec’s anxious movement; the way his left thumb was rubbing the back of his right hand. Magnus wipes his wet hands with the disposable hand towels, dumping it in the nearby bin before moving to stand in front of Alec, “Hey,” he whispers, both hands moving to hold Alec’s nervous ones, “What’s wrong?”

“Sorry, I uh, forgot to ask you,” Alec starts, clearing his throat, “Are you okay with me coming and seeing you down here? Asking you to lunch and bringing you food or just coming to see you?”

Smiling, Magnus brings the hands in his closer to his lips, pressing soft kisses onto the palms, “I’m fine. As long as we keep it on the down-low,” he chuckles.

Alec chokes on his breath, “I’m not going to have-” he pauses, cheeks red, “-never do whatever it is you’re thinking about.”

“Never say never darling.”

Alec clears his throat, trying to even his breathing, “You wanna have lunch with me? Maybe just at the diner next to the parking lot, Lydia’s processing the gun from the professor’s office.”

Magnus nods, “Sure, let me change out of this scrub first.”

* * * * *

“You sure you’re okay Alexander?” Magnus asks as they sat on one of the tables by the window, a tray of their lunch placed securely on the wooden table.

“Yeah, sorry, I was just thinking about something.”

Magnus nods, right hand reaching for Alec’s plate on the tray and placing it in front of the detective and then reaches of his own plate, putting it carefully on the space in front of him before handing the tray to a nearby waitress, “You know you can tell me anything.”

Alec shrugs, reaching for his fork and later twirling the spaghetti in his plate absentmindedly.

Magnus decided not to prod further, giving the detective space as he focuses his attention on his own lunch, a plate of ravioli. Magnus takes his time munching on the delicacy, eyes on the street, watching the people passing by the diner, each of them engulfed in their own world. He startles when Alec’s thumb moves to caress the corner of his lips, probably wiping the stain from his food.

“I’m sorry,” Alec says softly, rubbing his hand onto the napkin.

Magnus shakes his head, reaching over the table to grasp Alec’s hand, “Just know that I’m here okay?” he says, squeezing the large hand mildly.

“I’m nervous.”

Magnus frowns, yellow-green eyes resting on Alec’s hazel-colored orbs.

Alec let out a deep breath, “You’re my first relationship.”

Magnus nods, “I know.”

“I-I don’t have any experience. I don’t know how long should I wait before going to see you and-” he chuckles softly, “-we work together, so we will see each other a lot, like all the time. And I’m scared you’d find me annoying or-” he takes a deep breath, “-too clingy.”

Magnus pushes his plate aside, both hands reaching to cup Alec’s face, “Alexander, I would never find you annoying or too clingy."

“We’re still new in this, but maybe in a month or two-”

“I’ve been in relationships before,” Magnus starts, “Too many to count honestly, but,” he pauses, hands caressing Alec’s face, “I’ve never want anyone like how I want you.”

Alec closes his eyes, hands moving to hold Magnus’ wrists, indulging in the warmth on his face.

“I like you a lot Alexander,” Magnus says softly, “I like you too much that I’m scared I myself would ruin this new relationship.”

Alec moves to grasps the palms cupping his face, pressing soft kisses on the back of the caramel colored hands, “I hear uh, relationships take effort.”

“I’m all for effort darling.”

Smiling widely, Alec moves to bend over the table, pressing a soft short kiss on Magnus’ lips.

* * * * *

1655H Homicide Unit, New York Police Department

Lydia moves to stand behind her chair, stretching while yawning loudly, “I’m gonna go home. We can continue tomorrow.”

“No result from the gun?” Alec asks, hands moving to clear the clutter on his table.

“Got a serial number, I gave it to Simon to process it,” she says, putting on her coat, “See you guys tomorrow.”

Jace taps on his brother’s table, mismatched eyes on the black-haired male, “You okay?”

Alec shrugs, “Yeah.”

“I’m your brother Alec, you know you can’t lie.”

Chuckling, Alec leans into his chair, left-hand playing with a pen, “Is it too soon if I were to tell you that I like Magnus?”

Jace perch himself on Alec’s desk, “Well, do you like him?”

“Yeah,” he pauses, “Is it too soon?”

Jace shrugs, “I don’t know.”

“Well, that was helpful,” Alec grunts, hands folded in front of his well-toned abs.

Smiling sheepishly, Jace tilts his head to a side, ”Well, when I first met Clary, I kind of feel this-” he pauses, biting the inside of his cheek, “-unexplained attraction towards her. All I know is that I wanted to see her and I wanted to make her mine.”

Alec nods subtly a few times, mind processing Jace’s words.

“You like him, and he likes you, that’s all that matters you know.”

Chuckling, Alec makes a slow move to get up from his chair, “Since when you’ve become this-” he pauses, eyes looking at his brother up and down, “-doctor of love?”

“Since you’ve been annoyingly happy,” Jace says, getting his butt off of his brother’s desk, grinning widely, “Which makes me and Izzy happy too.”

Smiling shyly to himself, Alec moves to pat his brother on his shoulder, “Thank you.”

“Wanna join me and Clary for dinner at Taki’s? Izzy says she’ll drop by once she’s done,” Jace asks, eyes on his cell phone, tapping a reply to his girlfriend.

“Yeah sure.”

“Wanna ask Magnus to join?”

Alec licks his lower lip, taking time to think whether he should invite Magnus. He wanted to see the ME, but won’t it be too much since they just had lunch a mere four hours ago? Won’t he look desperate? “Uh, he’s busy,” he says without further thinking, “Let’s just go.”

Jace nods, moving to fetch his own jacket hanging over his office chair, “You’re driving,” he grins.

“Lazy bum.”

* * * * *

1730H Taki’s

After a short trip to the pharmacy for Jace to get his ‘supplies’, they both steps into Taki’s and head towards the booth at the back, their usual place.

“Ah, the Lighthouse clan!” Maia greets as she watches both brothers pass by her small bar by the cashier register.

Alec rolls his eyes, smiling lopsidedly at the usual greeting the brown-skinned owner tosses at them whenever they visit. Alec settles himself into the empty row of a bench seat, opposite of Jace and Clary who were busy greeting each other

“Stop sucking her face in public,” Alec says about 5 minutes after, groaning loudly as he grabs the menu, pretending to read it. 

With one last smack on the redhead's lips, Jace places his arm around Clary’s pulling her flush against him, “Hah, you’re one to talk.”


Maia stands by the table, a notebook in her left hand, “Where’s your boyfriend Alec?”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” Alec answers with a loud huff.

Jace chuckles, “Not yet, but we’ll have to see in a day or two.”

Alec grunts, eyes on the menu in front of him, “I’ll have the usual, and uh-” he pauses, eyes on Jace who was staring at him, “-you’re driving,” and after a once-over on the drink side of the menu, “-I’ll have a beer.”

Jace frowns, eyes on his brother who had decided to focus his attention on his cell phone, “You okay Alec?” he asks when Maia left with their orders.

Alec shrugs, eyes on the news site that pops in his phone, “Yeah.”

“You don’t really drink beer Alec,” Clary says, the frown on her face matches that of her boyfriend, “Especially on a working day.”

Without lifting his head, Alec replies, “I just feel like drinking.”

“Bro, you know that-”

Clary quickly cut in, “Jace, can you go and get me some strawberries from the grocery next door?”

“What? You-” Jace was about to retort when Clary quickly elbows him in the stomach, then swiftly pushes him off the bench. He grunts when Clary makes a shooing motion, asking for privacy with Alec.

“Alec, I know you’re sulking.”

Grunting, Alec slumps in his seat, slamming his phone on the table, “I’m not.”

“Jace is an idiot, but I know you,” Clary pry carefully, a soft knowing smile on her freckled face, “Do you want to talk about it?”

Alec slumps deeper, right hand running down his face, “Not really.”

“I uh, I know I’m not Izzy, but I want you to know that to me, you’re like a brother.”

Alec shifts his gaze from his hands to Clary’s green-colored eyes, a small smile starting to appear on his sulking face.

“Do you want to talk about it? I can just listen,” Clary says softly, body leaning forward, “It’d make you feel better.”

Alec was silent for a few minutes, then he started playing with his own fingers, “Do you remember when you first met Jace?”

Clary nods, a smile appearing on her face, “Of course, how can I forget the annoying detective who kept on following me and asking me whether I’m okay or not?”

Alec chuckles softly, eyes still on his hands, “Did you find him annoying or clingy when he appeared at Java Jones every single day for lunch?”

“At first yeah,” Clary says, giggling at said memory, “Then when he had to go for a convention in-was it Boston?”

Alec nods, “Yeah.”

“I kind of missed him,” she says, still giggling, “I didn’t realize I was staring at the door, waiting for him to walk in with his annoyingly dazzling smile.” 

Alec was silent.

“I wanted to see him every day, even for a mere 5 minutes,” she smiles adorably, her finger twirling her long locks, “And that hasn’t changed since then.”

“Do you think-” Alec starts after a few minutes of thinking in silence, “-Magnus would feel the same?”

“What do you mean?”

“We work in the same building and would be seeing each other almost every day,” Alec takes a deep breath, finding comfort when Clary reaches over the table to put her hand over Alec’s nervous ones, “I’m just worried if he would-” Alec stops talking, biting the inside of his cheek.

“I’ve seen the way Magnus looked at you Alec,” Clary tightens her grip, “I can assure you, whatever you’re thinking about, it’s pure nonsense.”

Alec makes a small noise at the back of his throat, making Clary giggles loudly.

“Alec, you’re overthinking things.”

“I don’t overthink things.”

“Izzy would slap you silly if you said that in front of her you know,” Clary says, moving both hands to firmly grip Alec’s hands, “Like Jace and Izzy, I want you to be happy. And I know Magnus is the one for you, so don’t worry Alec."

Alec closes his eyes.

“He’s your first relationship, I guess it’s normal for you to worry and such,” Clary starts, voice soft but firm, “But even with the short period of knowing Magnus, I know he’s not the kind of person who would think that you’re too much or clingy.”

“I didn’t say that I was too much or clingy.”

“You didn’t, but you thought about it.”

Alec grunts, but somehow his jumbled mind had become calmer with Clary’s help, much to his relief, “Thank you.”

“I never get to thank you personally for being there for me Alec. And thank you, for-my father and-” Clary chokes on a breath, suddenly started tearing, “I just wanted to say, thank you.”

Nodding his head and with a wide smile on his face, Alec returns the tight grip around his hand, “You’re welcome Clary.”

Chapter Text

1755H  Laboratory, the basement of New York Police Department

Izzy let out a big yawn while she stands in front of the desktop, clicking the mouse to send her finalized report on The Circle case to Aline. Wiggling her body to will the sleepiness away, she reaches for her phone in her pocket when it shrills loudly.

“-lo?” she asks, yawning.

“You coming?” Jace who was at the other line asks.

“Yeah, be there in 15 minutes,” she says, subtly saying goodbye to her co-workers, and walks toward the staff room for her personal belongings, “Why?”

“Alec’s been weird.”

Izzy frowns, she remembered seeing her brother pecking her boss on the lips when the detective escorted the Asian man back to his office after their lunch date, “What do you mean weird?”

“Has he said anything to you?”

“No, he didn’t,” Izzy confirms, moving to sit on the armrest of the sofa in the staff room, “Is he okay?”

“He asks me if it is too soon if he were to tell Magnus that he likes him.”

Izzy frowns, Jace is not a good choice to ask for advice, especially if it is love related, “And what did you tell him?”

“I told him that what matters is their feelings towards each other. Screw timing.”

Okay, maybe Jace has changed, thanks to Clary of course, “Uh, good then.”

“But then I ask him to invite Magnus for dinner with us, he hesitated at first, then quickly said that Magnus’ busy.”

“He’s not really busy, he’s just finishing up the report on Prof Oak’s autopsy.”

Jace groans, “Do you think he’s avoiding Magnus?”

Izzy laughs, “No way bro! He was smooching my boss in the hallway after their lunch date!”

“Clary’s talking to him, since he refused to talk to me. And he ordered beer just now.”

“Oh god,” Izzy grunts, finally understanding what was going on inside her brother’s mind, “He’s overthinking things again.”

“Huh?” Jace was at loss, “Whaddaya mean?”

“Nothing. I’ll be there in 30 minutes, see you bro.”

* * * * *

1805H Chief Medical Examiner Office, the basement of New York Police Department

“Boss?” Izzy knocks on the door of Magnus’ office, eyes on her superior who was busy typing his report.


“Can I talk to you about something?” Izzy tries, taking slow steps towards Magnus, “It’s personal though.”

“Yeah,” Magnus nods, closing the lid of his laptop then he gestured his hand for Izzy to take a seat in front of him.

“Did uh, Alec say something to you?”

Magnus frowns, shifting uncomfortably in his seat, “Is he okay?”

“He’s okay, just-” Izzy licks her lips, thinking ways on how to ask her boss about her brother.

“Just tell me, Isabelle.”

“My brother’s a great guy,” Izzy starts, her neatly manicured nails scratching against the back of her hand.

“I know that, that’s why I like him.”

“He’s also a giant of jello, a man who’s a bundle of nerves and loves to overthink things.”

Magnus chuckles softly, finally understanding Alec’s behavior during their lunch date and his odd questions.

“God,” Izzy groans, the look on Magnus’ face explains it all, “What did he ask you?”

“On whether I would find him annoying or clingy since we work together and would be seeing each other almost every single day.”

Izzy groans again, black button eyes on her boss, “Would you?”

“Of course not!” Magnus retorts in a heartbeat, “And as I’ve assured him, I like him so much that I-”

“You told Alec that you like him?!” Izzy jumps in her seat, voice an octave higher than usual.


She heaves out a huge and lengthy breath, “But my idiot brother was thinking too much that he didn’t say anything back to you, did he?”

Giggling, Magnus nods, “But I know how he feels, so I don’t want to push him.”

“You’re willing to wait?”

“Yes, Alexander’s worth the wait Isabelle.”

“Thank you Magnus. And please, no matter what it is, talk to him,” Izzy clears her throat, “He’s been a mess after everything that had happened, but I can assure you, my brother’s a good guy and he really really really like you.”

* * * * *

1835H Taki’s

“Clary said he’s all okay now,” Izzy says as he pushes the main door of Taki’s, eyes on Magnus, “And thank you for joining us.”

“Anything for your gorgeous brother.”

Izzy approaches the booth where her family was at, one of her fingers on her lips when Jace and Clary who was sitting facing the door notices Magnus with her, “Hey familio-” she greets, moving to peck Alec on the cheek then moving to sit next to Jace, crowding the bench which was already occupied by the couple.

“Hey gorgeous, is this seat taken?” Magnus asks, right hand holding the backseat of the bench, eyes on Alec who was busy brooding in his seat.


Without waiting for an answer, Magnus scooches in, right hand resting on Alec’s thigh as he presses a kiss on Alec’s cheek, “Hi. I hope you don’t mind I crash the party.”

Alec’s left hand instinctively went around Magnus’ shoulder then moving downwards to rest on the small of his back, “Of course not,” he says, smiling wide.

Noticing the small crowd staring at them, Magnus reaches for the menu in front of Clary, holding it open in front of his and Alec’s face, before leaning in to press a kiss on the detective’s lips.

Alec pulls the man closer, almost into his lap when Magnus’s hand moves to cup the side of his face, fingers gently brushing against his flushed skin.

Pecking the lips softly a second after parting, Magnus breathes out a, “I miss you.”

With the inner turmoil in him finally settled, and knowing that the beautiful man in front of him wants him as he is, Alec leans for a simple press on Magnus’ firm lips, “I miss you too.”

Izzy who was sitting across the couple, instinctively reaches for Clary’s hand, much to Jace’s annoyance, smiling wide at her. She mouthed a ‘thank you’, receiving a nod from the red-haired painter.

Thirty minutes later, five of them were enjoying their meals while chatting about their recent case and also what was going on with their daily lives.

“So Magnus,” Izzy says, munching on her asparagus, eyes on her boss, “When are you going back to LA?”

“Not sure. No one has dropped any death threat yet,” the ME replies, sipping on his ice-tea.

“Oooh, will you be Alec’s date for my exhibition later next month?” Clary asks, giggling, “He said that he’ll only come if he finds a date.”

“Ugh,” Alec groans, realizing he might not get away with it.

“I would love to Clary,” Magnus smiles, patting Alec on the shoulder, eyes on Clary, “Dresscode?”

“Formal,” she replies, then kicks Alec under the table, “You’re coming~” she hums loudly.

Izzy chuckles, a fork pointed at Alec’s way, “Serve you well brother.”

Alec grumbles, stabbing the piece of chicken on his plate with a death stare at his brother. 

"Hey, why you shooting daggers at me?" 

"You," Alec points a finger with the hand holding his fork at Jace, "You told Izzy what I told you back at the precinct didn't you?" 

Jace shrugs, biting into his half-eaten beef burger. 

"And you," Alec shifts his stare onto his baby sister who was not even bothered by it, "What did you tell Magnus?" 

Izzy shrugs, continues on munching her dinner, sipping on her ginger ale without care. 

"Darling," Magnus' melodious voice fills the silence at the booth, right hand patting Alec's thigh, "They love you."

"I know, I love them too, but they are annoying." 

"Hey!" the crowd of three yells at the same time. 

* * * * *

"I'm going to Pandemonium for work, you guys wanna join me?" Magnus asks as they stepped out of Taki's, heading towards their parked cars. 

Izzy looks at Clary and nods in agreement, "Yeah."

"Well if these two are going, I have to," Jace said, left hand wrapped around his girlfriend's shoulder, "Gotta watch these ladies," he pokes his younger sister’s shoulder.

Grinning, Magnus presses the button in his hand, his luxurious car unlocks as he stands by the driver's side. 

"Call me and I'll pick you guys up," Alec, who they hadn't noticed was a few feet way in the back, says as he fishes out his bunch of car keys deep inside his pants pocket, heading towards his car. 

"You’re not coming?" 

Grimacing while still smiling is a new kind of look that Alec had to get used to while being presented with an adorable Magnus, "No," he says, scratching the back of his neck. 

"Alec doesn't really like going to the club," Clary pipes in. 

"He hates crowds," Izzy supplies more information, "It's a blessing that he wanted to join us at Pandemonium the other day."

Alec rolls his eyes at his sister, then groans at Magnus' disappointed face, "I don't really like loud bright places.”

“We can head straight to my office there? It’s soundproof.”

Alec made a face, “I still have to go through the dancing floor aren’t I?” he shakes his head at the thought of pushing his way through streams of sweaty moving bodies.

“See, he’s allergic to human beings,” Izzy says, teasing her brother. She stepped closer to him, pressing a kiss on his cheek, leaving a red stain to his grimace when she tries wiping it with her thumb once she notices the mess, “Stop being a hermit hermano.”

“I’m not!!”

“Just come with us,” Izzy says softly, “For Magnus?”

Alec let out a loud groan, eyes on Magnus as the ME stares at him anxiously, “Fine. But I’m not going to dance or drink.”

* * * * *

2035 Owner’s Office, Pandemonium

Alec sat on one of the couches in the middle of Magnus’ spacious office, the ME sat at his work desk signing paperwork relating to Pandemonium’s daily operations, the detective going through his e-mail and grunts when he sees an RSVP request for his former high-school reunion.

“What’s wrong?” Magnus asks, eyes still reading the document in his hands.

“Nothing,” Alec says, moving the email into his ‘To Do’ folder, “Do you go to your high-school reunion?”

Magnus shrugs, then momentarily look at Alec before focusing back into his paperwork, “Not really. Probably due to the fact that it’s on the other side of the world.”

“Would you though? I’m sure you have the money to travel there.”

“Money is not an issue, but I don’t really have good memories there, I’d rather not go back.”

Alec moves to sit on one of the two chairs at the opposite side of the table, eyes on Magnus, “You know can tell me.”

Magnus chuckles, now this man is using the exact same sentence he had been telling him, “It’s a country where I can’t even be myself. Imagined being stared at for just putting on eyeliner.”

“When did you realize that you bat for both sides?”

Magnus pursed his lips while thinking, hand still on the paper, “When I find Leonardo Dicaprio super hot and fuckable in his pilot uniform in Catch Me If You Can while watching the movie with my then-girlfriend Anita.”

Alec wolf-whistles.

“You darling?” Magnus asks, starting to put down his signatures onto the documents piling in his tray.

“When I was 15 or 16, but I was still in the closet, up until 5 years ago, when the Sergeant manning the reception area downstairs insisting that I should go on a date with her daughter and I had to tell the whole precinct that I don’t dig woman,” Alec leans deeper into his seat, “Lydia, Luke, and my siblings were supportive and helpful, although my parents, they were not pleased with it,” Alec smiles flatly at his memory, “They’ve changed now though, it took them some time.”

“I’m glad.”

Alec nods, “They’re divorced now, but it was for the best. I still keep in touch with my dad although he’s now in New Hampshire.”

“He’s a lawyer?”

“Yeah, a divorce attorney. Mom’s a prosecutor, but she’s fed up with work so she opened up a trinket store near her house in Queens after the divorce. She now walks to work and spends most of her time gossiping if she’s not busy threatening us to come home for a visit.”

Magnus chuckles, “Izzy told me all of you have quite a hard childhood, especially you since you’re the firstborn.”

Alec shrugs, “It was hard, but now that’s all in the past. They’ve accepted me for who I am and I’m happy even with that,” Alec watches Magnus sorting the documents in front of him, neatly arranging them in one pile, putting it on the corner of the dark mahogany table and placing a clown paperweight on it, “A clown?” he asks, chuckling.

Magnus grumbles, slapping the ugly gift, “Ragnor and Raphael. Because I’m a stupid man for buying this place.”

“You were in love, that’s all.”

“Ah, glad I snagged myself a wise man.”

“Well thanks,” Alec smiles proudly, his white teeth dazzling under the chandelier.

“Alexander,” Magnus starts, eyes on his detective, “Is there anything else you wanted to ask me?”

Alec shakes his head, “No.”

“Okay,” Magnus takes a deep breath, “I don’t know the future, but I do know that I want you, and I like you, very much. I won’t ever find you annoying or clingy especially since we work together and we see each other all the time. I promise you, if I need to be alone, I will tell you and you can do the same, is that okay?”

Maybe it is a blessing that his siblings and Clary are annoyingly busybodies, but Alec couldn’t stop being happy for the fact that they care about him and wants his and Magnus’ relationship to go well. He looked at Magnus, a wide smile on his plump lips, “Okay. And uh, since we’re being honest and all, I wanted to confirm something.”


Alec gulps, “What are we right now?” he asks, right hand fingers tapping the surface of Magnus’ work table, “Are we uh, friends, good friends or boyfriends?”

Magnus licks his lips, then making a move to stand from his chair and walks to Alec, sitting on the armchair of the luxurious office chair he’s currently sitting on, “I’d love to call you my boyfriend if that’s okay with you?”

Alec looks up at the ME cum entrepreneur, nodding and smiling wide, “Of course it’s fine with me,” he leans up to press a kiss on Magnus’ cheek, “Boyfriend.”

“Hah, very subtle detective, stealing our first kiss as boyfriends,” Magnus teases, his left hand went around Alec’s back, the other cupping the detective’s left side of the face, guiding him as Magnus dips his head to press a long soft kiss on those lips.

Giddy and overly happy of their new status, Alec pulls his new lover swiftly into his lap, sneaking his tongue into the inviting mouth when Magnus gasps at his sudden movement, moaning into the kiss when Alec held onto him tighter, his tongue rubbing against the roof of Magnus’ warm cavern.

“Hmm, darling,” Magnus pulls away to take a breath a few minutes later, right palm on Alec’s chest, rubbing it softly, “We need to stop.”

Sighing, Alec rests his forehead onto Magnus’ temple, pecking his cheek, “I like you a lot too Magnus. I really do.”

Tightening the hold he already had around the detective, Magnus smiles after letting out a long lengthy breath, “Thank you, Alexander.”

“Hum, why don’t we go down to your VVIP throne and get something to drink?”

“Oh?” Magnus looks at his detective with a shocked expression. 

Alec rolls his eyes, "Just one drink,” he says, then smiling, “To celebrate our relationship upgrade.”

Magnus dips his head pressing a kiss on Alec's cheek before pulling away giggling, "You never ceased to amaze me, Alexander."

* * * * *

0925H Homicide Unit, New York Police Department

“So Magnus said that he measured the entrance and the exit wounds on Prof. Oaks, he didn’t kill himself,” Alec says closing the file in front of him, “He was shot by somebody right next to him.”

Jace nods, then reading the report in his hand, “His broker told me that he’s been withdrawing about 15k a month, for a year and a half. But we can't find any paper trail on them.”

“Wow, that’s a lot of money,” Lydia pauses, “Maybe someone was blackmailing him?” Lydia deduces, head tilts to a side as she focuses on the screen in front of her, “After he started seeing those students.”

“You meant the student prostitutes?” Jace says, eyes on the monitor on his table right hand finger clicking the mouse.

Simon walks into the bullpen, a laptop in his hand, “Sergeant, I got the result on the serial number you gave me,” he says, placing his laptop on the space on Lydia’s table, “The gun’s registered to John Blake, Ellsworth, Kansas.”

Jace and Alec stare at each other, “Blake?”

Lydia frowns at the pair of siblings, “Isn’t that name is in one of your reports?”

Alec nods, “Yeah, Delilah’s RA, Linda Blake,” he chuckles amusedly at his partner, “She was busy flirting with Jace when I was asking her questions.”

“It’s her father,” Simon says, clicking on the ID of the owner of the gun.

Jace stares at his brother, “Do you think she’s the pimp?

Alec nods, mind thinking on the possibilities, “RA’s supposed to keep tabs on the kids under their wings. And she would’ve known that Delilah has lost her scholarship and that she was desperate.”

“Time to go, fellas,” Lydia says, moving to grab her coat, “We have a madam to catch.”

Jace groans, pushing his chair against his desk, “Can’t we just call her a pimp?”

“Nope,” Lydia rebuts, “Madam sounds cooler.”

* * * * *

1420H Room 300, Founders Hall

“Linda Blake! NYPD, open the door!” Lydia half yells, hand knocking on the closed door. She moves to the side, letting Jace stand in front of the door, right leg kicking the door open.

“Clear!” Jace says as he stepped into the room.

Alec was about to follow suit when he notices a figure at the end of the hallway, talking on the phone, “Linda Blake!” he shouts.

Linda who notices the flock of police officers in front of her room turns around and makes a run down the stairs.

“Oh god, why do these people have to run?” Alec grunts while he sprints down the hallway and makes a jump down the flight of stairs onto the landing. He peeks through the space between the stairs and caught a glimpse of red hair at the ground level of the building. Holding the railing tight, Alec jumps sideways over the stairs, reaching the ground level in minimum time. 

He heads towards the open front door, pushing the bodies of students in his way before leaping over the small flight of stairs, hand catching the small shoulder of Linda Blake, pushing her down to the ground.

“Linda Blake, you are under arrest for the murder of Delilah Duncan and Lionel Oak,” Alec says, right knee pressing the small of Linda’s back onto the ground, hands working expertly to cuff the RA’s wrists.

* * * * *

1540H Interrogation Room 2, New York Police Department

“She deserves it,” Linda hisses, rolling her eyes as she chuckles at Lydia who was sitting in front of her, “I paid upfront 57k for her tuition and she suddenly said she didn’t want to do it anymore? I don’t run a charity bitch.”

“So you killed her because she wanted to quit?” Alec asks, hands on the table in a tight grip.

“Because she wanted to go public,” Linda snorts, hands folded on her chest, “I couldn’t risk everything just because a whiny little bitch suddenly grows a conscience.”

Alec leans back into the metal chair, right fingers raking through his already mop hair, "What about Professor Oak?" 

Chuckling, Linda rolled her eyes, "He found out about Delilah, so I had to end him."

* * * * *

"She confessed to everything?" Jace asks when Alec stepped out of the interrogation room five minutes later, refusing to listen to Linda defending herself. 

Alec nods, pulling out his vibrating cell-phone, "Lyd's getting her written confession now," he says, then looks down at his phone, "Simon found out that Linda has 6 other students working under her and another professor she's been blackmailing."

Jace groans, "I'll ask Raj to go find those students and grab Underhill to arrest the professor for being a dickhead."

Alec rolls his eyes, "Be nice."

Shrugging as he walks away, Jace pipes in a, "I am nice." 

* * * * *

1820H Homicide Unit, New York Police Department

Alec reads out the report on his table, right palm rubbing against the back of his neck, "So we have six students and a professor arrested for prostitution, one senior student arrested for double homicide and running a prostitution ring and now the dean of the college requested the Mayor to keep a lid on it?" 

Lydia grumbles in her seat, left hand fingers clicking her black pen non-stop, "Yeah. That's to sum it up."

Jace looks at his Sergeant Sergeant, "What do we tell Delilah's mother?" 

"We tell her that her daughter loves her and she did her best in school," Lydia decides, looking at both brothers, "I think she had enough."

Alec nods. 

"Now fellas, if you're done with your report, I think we deserve another nice day off tomorrow," Lydia says, moving out of her seat, "Which thanks to a certain someone we were swamped with cases while he's on a break for 3 nice months." 

Alec made a face, "You said I had to wait for Doctor Carstairs clearance."

Smiling wide, Lydia nods, "I know."

Jace let out a long sigh, flexing his body in his chair, "God, I don't remember the last time we had two days off in a week span. Need to catch up some loving with Clary."

Alec groans in annoyance, "You had your off-day even when I was on medical break, stop exaggerating,” Alec moves his hands, stacking up his active case files in the corner of his desk, “You two go, I wanted to settle a report before I go home."

Lydia raises an eyebrow, "Alec, I'm ordering you to go home." 

"I will, I'm just gonna settle this," Alec says, raising a file in his hand. 

Putting on her jacket, Lydia sets her eyes on her ex-partner, "I'm calling here in one hour and if you're still here, I'm gonna come and kick your ass."

Alec snorts loudly, focusing on the paper on his table, hand waving at his partner and Sergeant in a shooing motion. 

Ten minutes into his file, Alec's desk phone shrill loudly and without shifting his focus, Alec picks up the receiver, "Lightwood."

"Detective, I have a-Mrs Duncan here at reception waiting."

Alec licks his upper lip then taking a deep breath, "I'll come down in a minute."

* * * * *

1845H Lobby Area, New York Police Department

"Mrs. Duncan?" Alec's voice was soft when he approaches the figure standing by the reception desk, face dim. 

"Detective? I uh-heard you caught my daughter's-" she chokes on her breath, eyes on Alec. 

"Why don't we head to the cafe and get something to drink while we talk?" 

Alec led the mourning mother to a table on the right side of the cafe, taking a minute to take her drink preference before approaching the counter for their order. 

Placing her cup of green tea on the table, Alec takes a seat on the opposite side, his black coffee in his palms. 

"I was notified by one of your detectives, Raj and uh Michael about my daughter's case," she starts, left hand rubbing her thigh, "They told me you caught her murderer."

Nodding, Alec takes a slow sip of his coffee, mind thinking of words to comfort the older woman, "Yes we did. I made an arrest this afternoon."


"I'm sorry ma'am, I can't tell you yet."

"But detective-"

Alec reaches over the table, resting his left hand carefully on top of the mother's trembling ones, "Ma'am, I know that you wanted to know everything right now, but you're not ready yet."

"Detective, please. She's my only daughter," Mrs.Duncan sobs, tears pooling in her eyes. 

"I know ma'am. She's your one and only daughter," Alec pauses, squeezing the hand in his, "But I can assure you, your daughter loves you very much and she wants you to know that."

* * * * *

It was 20 minutes later that the grieving mother finally gives up, as Alec did not give in to her constant pleading and sobbing on knowing the truth of her daughter's death. 

How are you going to tell a mother that her own daughter decided to sell herself to stay in school? 

How are young to explain that the precinct had to keep the case on the down-low since the Mayor told them to do so? 

"Hey, what are you doing in there?" 

Alec startles at the voice of his sister, not realizing that the elevator had stopped at the basement level, "I was just thinking about things," he explains, stepping out of the space with a grin, "Late night shift?" 

Izzy nods, stepping closer to her brother and pulls him in for a one-arm hug, "Yeah. But I came in early because I was bored at home, Simon's not there."

"Ah yeah, he helped up a lot with our latest case. Now I don't really feel bad vouching for him as our Crime Scene Analyst."

Izzy rolls her eyes, taking small steps toward the laboratory, Alec on her heels, "He found out about The Circle, excuse you."

"Ah, that too."

Pushing the door to the laboratory, Izzy takes her usual spot behind the desktop on the high counter, her thigh perched on the barstool, "Why are you still here? Jace told me you're all getting an off day tomorrow."

Alec shrugs, "Was catching on my cold cases, then Delilah Duncan's mother stopped by," he leans forward, hands on the high counter, hazel eyes on his sister, "Wanting to know the reason why someone killed her daughter."

Izzy grimaces, "Yikes. Did you tell her?" 

"No," Alec shakes his head, "I can't tell the mother that her daughter was selling herself to pay for her school tuition."

"She's desperate and didn't know what to do. I kind of understand her you know." 

Alec sighs, left hand rubbing the side of his face, "Me too."

"Okay then hermano, why don't you go fetch your boyfriend in his office, go for dinner and you know," Izzy smiles wide, waggling her left eyebrow, "Have fun," she clicks the button of the keyboard in front of her, and stare at the screen, "Don't call me tomorrow."

Alec raises an eyebrow, "What happened to your 'call me on your day off so I know you're alive' rule?" 

"I abolished it last night when you and Magnus upgraded your label to boyfriends," she explains, grinning wide. 

"Mhm," Alec turns to look at the Autopsy Room through the clear glass door of the Laboratory, "You sure he's free tonight?" 

"We have to run a few samples for the new case brought in by drug unit today, but I can do it for him."

"Iz, don't. Just because he's your boss and I'm dating him does not mean I'm okay with you doing favors for us."

Izzy smiles, leaning forward to pat her brother on the cheek, "Once in a while is fine by me. Now go, shoo."

Chapter Text

1925H Chief Medical Examiner Office, New York Police Department 

Alec leans against the doorway of Magnus' office, eyes watching his now-boyfriend settled comfortably on his couch, his work laptop on his lap, "Hey there boyfriend," he greets, smiling teasingly. 

Chuckling at his detective's greet, Magnus motions him to come closer and pat the empty space next to him, "What are you still doing here?" 

“The victim's mother came and asks for details of her daughter's killer,” Alec sighs, taking slow strides toward the couch, flopping himself unceremoniously on the soft cushion next to his lover, “But we’ve been told to keep it under wraps so I had to answer her questions without answering her questions,” he pauses, looking at the doctor who had his perfectly shaped eyebrow raised, “If you get what I mean.”

Magnus nods, “I heard about Mayor’s request to put a lid on the reports, including mine. Apparently, the dean is a relative of his, so yeay to politics,” he moves to place his work laptop on the coffee table, his body turns to face Alec, “Do you need anything?”

Alec shrugs, “Hm, are you done with work for the day?”

“Just waiting for the result from the lab to conclude my report for the drug unit.”

Biting his lower lip, Alec reaches for Magnus’ left hand, eyes on the forensic pathologist, “I like you.”

“I like you too Alexander.”

Smiling wide, Alec leans to peck Magnus on the lips, muttering an ‘okay’ before reaching for the laptop on the coffee table and placing it on Magnus’ lap, “More of that once you’re done with your report.”

“You’re such a tease,” Magnus mumbles, fingers starting to move on the keyboard of the laptop while Alec pulls him slowly into his hold, the working man's back pressed flushed against the detective's toned abdomen, “Hurm, I could get used to this.”

Alec fully leans against the plush couch, hands circling Magnus’ waist as he pulls the doctor into his embrace, inhaling his sandalwood cologne, “You smell nice,” he says, unconsciously nuzzling Magnus’ lean neck, nose resting against the warm skin.

Magnus shivers at the sudden contact, left hand reaching to hold the back of Alec’s head, fingers buried in his hair, “Wouldn’t want you to kiss me while I smell like the dead.”

Alec chuckles, his lips started dancing along Magnus’ caramel-colored neck.

“Umm, Alexander, I’m working here.”

“Then work,” Alec says in between the shower of kisses, hands holding the waist has started the mission of mapping Magnus’ body, palms and fingers running each curve and lines of Magnus’ side.

“Darling, please,” Magnus gasps, fingers pulling the dark raven hair when Alec kisses the patch of skin that brought tingles to his body, laptop moving subtly on his lap, “Alexander-” he moans when Alec licks the caramel skin where his shoulder meets his neck, the detective’s perfectly line teeth nipping at the skin seconds after.


“Stop-unh-I need to-” Magnus pauses, letting out a deep breathy moan when Alec sucks on his skin, his fingers gripping the detective’s locks tight, “-settle my work.”

Lips traveling upwards, Alec nuzzles Magnus’ left earlobe, before grunting out loud when sudden loud knocks came from Magnus’ office door, “Damn it,” he scoffs, forehead resting on Magnus’ shaking shoulder.

With a deep breath to calm his erratic heartbeats, “That’s what you get for teasing me,” Magnus chides, moving out of Alec’s embrace to place his laptop back on the coffee table, turning to peck him on the lips, “Come in,” he half yells then moves to pat Alec’s cheek, “Stop pouting.”

Alec grumbles, reaching for a magazine on the coffee table, opening it with more strength than necessary, eyes on the page where the magazine unfolds in his hands.

“Doctor Bane, I have the result for the-” one of the Lab Technicians steps in, a blue file in her hand, “-uh sorry, I didn’t know-” she stutters when she registers that her superior was with someone else in his office, sitting comfortably close to each other, “-I uh-”

Magnus smiles at his staff, “The result for the drug unit?”

“Yea-yes,” she stutters, moving closer to hand the file to Magnus.

“Thank you, Jess. I’ll head home soon, please be a dear and tell Isabelle for me?”

Nodding, the technician turns swiftly, heading straight to the door.

When the door closes with a soft click, Magnus opens the file in his hand, reading the result of a few samples submitted by the drug unit almost 20 hours ago. Putting the file aside, he reaches for his laptop, carefully placing it on his lap before he was on auto-pilot, typing in the details to conclude his report.

* * * * *

Twenty minutes later, Magnus gleefully clicks save, the report he had been immersed in uploaded into their online-based system, ready for the related department to view. He put the portable machine on the coffee table after clicking the shutdown button, turning to his now softly snoring boyfriend, snuggled deep into his couch, a magazine on his chest.

Magnus carefully stands on his feet, moving towards his desk to gather his belongings, before reaching for his Burberry Cashmere coat hanging on the coat rack behind his desk. 

“You’re done with your report?” Alec asks groggily, his knuckles pressing against his closed lids.

“Yes,” Magnus nods, stepping closer to his boyfriend, pulling him up from the comfortable couch, “Had a nice nap?” he asks, fingers running through Alec’s hair, trying hard to untangle the mess.

“Hmm, I’m hungry.”

“Me too. Any preference?” 

Alec shakes his head, right hand reaching for Magnus’ hand, leading the ME out of his office after turning the lights off, both walking slowly towards the elevator, “Hm, why don’t you lead this second date night of ours?”

“I’d love to.”

* * * * *

2015H Meze, Brooklyn

Stepping out of his car, Magnus clicks the button of the keyfob in his hand, “I hope this place is okay with you, I’ve been wanting to eat Greek food since I left LA.”

Alec nods, eyes scanning the cozy look of the restaurant as he circles the car to join his boyfriend by the sidewalk, “I can try.”

They were both immediately seated by the window overlooking the traffic soon as they stepped into the restaurant. The waiter passed them a book of menu each and with a curtsy nod, left them as they flip through the neat and classy menu.

“Are you okay with Baked Clams as an appetizer?” Magnus asks.

“Yes,” Alec says, then his eyes linger on one of the delicacies typed on the piece of glossy paper, “Can I add the Ohtapodi? It sounded delicious.”

“Succulent squid, char-grilled, seasoned with olive oil, lemon, and herbs,” Magnus reads the remark of the dish to himself then nodding subtly, “Of course. What about your main?” he asks, eyes on his boyfriend who was still focusing on the long lists of menu.

“I’ll have the Pasticchio,” Alec concludes, placing the menu back on the table, now watching his lover scanning the menu in his hands with his exotic colored eyes, “You?”

“I’ll probably have their Bakaliaro, had too much of beef during lunch. Care to share the dessert with me, darling?”

Alec nods, leaning against the chair, “Yes, sure. Just pick anything,”. Alec watches every movement Magnus made, to his hand hovering the air as he discussed the food with the waiter, the lines at the corner of his eyes when he chuckles and his firm voice. He noticed the differences in Magnus’ voice while speaking to him, but he can be sure now that’s Magnus’ tone while speaking to his lover. His flirty, melodious and sensuous voice that Alec would never get tired of.

“Is there something on my face?” Magnus asks, fingers patting his cheeks and chin when he realizes Alec had been staring at him for a good 5 minutes.

Alec chuckles, pushing himself up and leaning over the table to press a soft kiss on Magnus’ left cheek, “Just me I guess,” he says as his lips linger on the now warm pink cheek, teasing his lover. 

Rolling his eyes adorably, Magnus scoffs, right hand placed on Alec’s chest, pushing the chuckling detective back into his seat, “Oh god, you’re such a tease, Alexander.”

Alec was about to retort when the phone in his pocket was vibrating continuously, indicating a call was coming in, “Sorry, one-second,” he says, reaching for his phone, and clears his throat as he sees the caller ID, “Hi mom.”

“Hey, Izzy told me you’re off tomorrow?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Would you swing by and collect your things from the spare room? Max is moving back next month-”

Alec gasps in surprise, “Wait, he’s moving back?”

“Yes, I’ll explain it to you tomorrow. Just come by and uh-”

Alec raises an eyebrow, hearing his mother clearing her throat and the whispers of his step-dad saying ‘ ask him ’, “What?” he asks, voice firm.

“I-uh-Luke heard from someone that you’re dating someone. Ow, don’t poke me."

“And would that someone be your lovely daughter Isabelle?”

“Hmm. Do you uh, wanna bring him for lunch tomorrow?”

Alec momentarily shifts his gaze from his hand to Magnus who had been staring at him, “Mom, we’ve only started dating yesterday!” he gushes softly into the phone, cheeks turning pink and warm.

“And? I’m not going to scare him away silly. Luke told me a lot about him and I wanted to know the man who made my grumpy son all smiling and fluffy.”

“Oh god, Izzy and Jace have been talking to you about my love life behind my back.”

“We do chat every day.”

“You meant gossiping about me behind my back.”

“Bring him tomorrow and I don’t take no for an answer Alexander Gideon Lightwood.”

Alec grunts, knowing if his mother Maryse had spelled out his name, even including his middle name, there’s no way out, “Fine. Don’t blame me if he has to work tomorrow.”

“Fine. Bye, love you.”

“Bye mom, love you too,” he ends the call, grunting out loud.

Magnus reaches over the table, left hand resting on Alec’s right forearm, circling the wrist, “Are you okay?”

Alec sheepishly places the cellphone on the table, shifting the hold of Magnus’ hand, his fingers now playfully scratching Magnus’ open palm, “It’s my mom. She asks me to drop by tomorrow since it’s my day off,” he explains briefly, left-hand fingers scratching the back of his neck, “And uh-”

“Darling, what is it?” Magnus leans closer, a frown on his beautiful face.

“She uh, Izzy told her and my step-dad, Luke that we’re dating.”

“Is that-” Magnus clears his throat, the frown on his face turns into an indescribable expression, “-not okay with you?”

“No babe, no,” Alec quickly reassure his boyfriend, both his hands now holding Magnus’ left hand, “I’d never regret us, never regret this,” he says, squeezing the hand in his tight to emphasize what he really means, “It’s just that my mom asks me to bring my boyfriend with me tomorrow.”

“Oh,” Magnus let out a soft voice at the realization. Well, they started dating just yesterday, and it is too soon to meet the family, normally.

“Would you-I know that-” he pauses, groaning softly and heaves in a huge breath, “God, we met just almost a week ago and started dating yesterday and now my mom asks me to bring you home. We’re going extremely too fast aren't we?”

“Darling,” Magnus’s right-hand reaches over to caress Alec’s left cheek, “To be honest, I initially thought I’m all done with dating and love after Camille, but you,” he pauses, smiling wide at his boyfriend, thumb on Alec’s cheek continuously making circle movement on the skin, “You’ve unlocked something in me, Alexander. I don’t even care if people are saying we’re too fast, I want you and that’s all that matters.”

“Thank you, Magnus.”

“You’re very welcome Alexander.”

Smiling wide, Alec brings the ME’s hand in his and presses small kisses onto each knuckle.

* * * * *

They were both indulging in the appetizer that came a few minutes after Maryse’ phone call, together with their drinks.

“So, tell me about yourself darling.”

Alec swallows the clump of crabmeat and clam on his spoon, before wiping any traces on his lips, “So, I’m a detective with the NYPD.”

Magnus rolls his eyes, playfully kicking his lover’s shin under the table, “I know that.”

“Fine,” Alec says, grinning wider, “I have a degree in Criminology from NYU and joined the academy almost a week after my graduation ceremony. I was offered to be a forensic science technician but decided to become a beat cop in Queens. I made my way to detectives through hard work and no-nonsense attitude, Lydia’s word not mine.”

Alec pauses, taking a piece of his char-grilled octopus into his plate and cutting it into half, “I met Lydia in the academy and we were paired when both of us passed our detective exams at the same time. She initially wanted to join the drug unit, but a few months in the homicide unit with me, I guess we make a great pair, so she stayed.”

“Both of you didn’t try to date?”

Chuckling, Alec reaches for another piece of octopus, “No. I’m not her type and I can’t even imagine being more than friends with her.”

Magnus pushes the empty plate of what used to be full of baked clams, before reaching for Alec’s order of char-grilled octopus, “Tell me about your family darling.”

“Hmm, so my parents are divorced. Mom married Luke a year ago and dad moved to another state with my youngest brother, Max. Max’s 16 and my mom mentioned that he’s moving back here soon. You knew Jace and Izzy,” he pauses, chewing on his appetizer, “I guess that’s all.”

“Your birthday?”

“It’s on September 12th.”

Magnus raises an eyebrow, “Year?”


Magnus snorts loudly, fork in his hand stabbing the octopus laying in his plate harder than necessary.

“Okay okay, I’m sorry,” Alec chuckles, left thumb reaches over the table to wipe the stain of olive oil at the corner of Magnus’ lip, “I’m turning 28 this year.”

“Wow, I got myself a younger man,” Magnus says nonchalantly, chewing on the appetizer that had just entered his mouth.

Alec rolls his eyes, pushing his now empty plate to a side, joining their orders of appetizer, “What are you? 50?”

Magnus clicks his tongue, hands carefully lifting the empty plate in front of him to join his lover’s, “I’m still in my early 30s, thank you very much.”

“Your birthday?” 

“December 8th.”


“I’ll tell you only after you kiss me,” Magnus teases, eyes sweeping over the almost full restaurant, knowing that Alec who’s not keen on PDA (as informed by his lovely sister Isabelle), therefore he would probably hesitate to do so-

Alec pushes himself off the chair, leans over the table and cups Magnus’ jaw with his hands, before pulling the man towards him, then pressing a long kiss on his lips, “So?” he asks against the lips, pecking the firm lips once again before settling in his seat, to the eyes of the onlookers in the cozy restaurant.

Magnus sat dumbstruck in his seat, eyes on Alec who had been chuckling at him, “You really are something Alexander.”

* * * * * 

They were halfway into their main course when Alec repeats the question, “So what year?”

“1989. I'm 29, turning 30 this year.”

“Wow, I got myself an older gentleman.”

Magnus rolls his eyes adorably, knife in his hand slicing through the fish on his plate, “Do you plan on being a Sergeant soon?”

Alec shrugs, taking his time thinking while chewing on his meal, “Not really. Not interested in it yet. It’s actually fun working under Lyds and with Jace as my partner.”

“And now you have me, it’s a merry merry group.”

“And glittery if I may add.”

Magnus chuckles, mouth taking a bite of the codfish from his plate, “I don’t wear glitter to work, it will ruin our crime scene. I’ll wear them in private-” he leans closer to Alec, voice melodious and flirty, just above a whisper, “-just for you.”

Alec closes his eyes and groans at the tone Magnus was teasing him with, “Babe, we’re in public.”

“I know, that’s why it’s fun.”

“Is this payback when I teased you back in your office?”

“Hmmm, maybe.”

* * * * * 

With their main course done and the plates on their table cleared, both Magnus and Alec sipped on their drinks while they wait for their dessert.

“So, did you introduced Lieutenant to your mom?”

Alec shakes his head, taking another small sip from his soda before carefully putting the glass back on the table, “No, they’ve known each other through work years ago. Luke actually had an interest in Clary’s mom before she was killed. When my mom got divorced, they became friends and now, they’re married.”

“You guys okay with that?”

Smiling wide, Alec nods, “Why shouldn’t we? She deserves to be happy. Dad’s happy for her too.”

Magnus notices the waiter approaching their table with their dessert in his hands, “I hope you eat Baklava.”

“I’ve never eaten one, but I can try.”

* * * * *

2235 Nelson Apartment, Flatbush, New York

“Do you want to come up for tea?” Alec asks soon as Magnus stops the car by the main entrance of his apartment.

“As much as I want to continue what you were doing in my office, I’d rather not darling.”

“Are you sure? Just for tea, nothing else.”

Magnus chuckles at the disappointed look on Alec’s face. He unbuckled his seatbelt and with a long exasperated sigh, he patted the detective on the cheek, “Fine, stop pouting.”

In an instant, Alec’s face turns bright, the smile so wide his muscle would probably hurt the next day, “Let's go,” he says after leaning in to peck a chaste kiss on Magnus’ cheek.

Fifteen minutes later, they were both comfortably settled on Alec’s couch, two mugs of steaming hot tea on the coffee table, the television on.

“Do you cook?” Magnus asks, eyes on the streaming Food Network Channel.

“I try to when I’m not tired. You?”

“Just the simple stuff,  just to make sure I don’t starve to death. There’s always take out.”

Alec raises an eyebrow, heard turns sideways to judge his boyfriend, “You have an enormous up-to-date kitchen and you don’t even bother cooking?”

“Darling, I do cook.”

“What do you cook?”

“Bacon,” Magnus says proudly, reaching for his tea, taking a tentative sip as he looks back at his boyfriend, “Are you judging me?” he asks when Alec stares at him, mouth opened wide.

“Yes! I’d kill for a kitchen like yours, oh god, you have an 8 burners stove, pot filler, double ass huge oven and don’t get me started on your fridge.”

“What about my fridge?”

“They’re three doors and huge! And you have a separate one door freezer!”

Magnus rolls his eyes, ears still catching on Alec’s rambles about his high-end appliances and how Magnus should at least sharpen his skill since he spent an enormous amount of money on a space that he’d die for.

“Don’t get me started on your pantry.”

“Please don’t,” Magnus deadpans, still sipping his tea, but Alec did not even bother listening to him. Groaning softly, Magnus places the mug back on the coffee table, turning to look at his still rambling gorgeous boyfriend and swiftly moves to straddle the younger male on the couch before cupping his face to press a hard chaste kiss on his plump lips.

Alec was taken aback by what had happened, but he instinctively pulls Magnus closer to him by holding him by the waist, letting the older man settle himself on his lap, “Magnus,” he whispers against the lips when Magnus pulls his head away for a new take of breath.

“Shut up,” Magnus hisses, capturing the lips once more, his tongue swiping the lower lip, seeking for entrance. When Alec parted his lips in permission, Magnus gladly pushes his warm tongue in, nudging against Alec’s warm muscle before indulging in the taste of his Alexander and the taste of their sweet tea. Alec was still hesitant in breaching into his mouth, so Magnus gladly indulges on the treat splayed in front of him. Almost a minute into the kiss, Alec had experimentally pushed his way into Magnus' mouth, the tip of his tongue rubbing against the top of Magnus' mouth, making the man moans. When Alec was comfortable enough, Magnus nips on Alec's tongue playfully at first, drinking in the sound of Alec gasping and the way his grip tightens around Magnus' waist at his ministration. Catching the warm muscle in between his parted lips, rubbing the tip of the tongue with his, Magnus carefully places his hands on each of side of his boyfriend's shoulder, before he starts suckling on Alec's tongue.

The explicit slurping sound Magnus' mouth was making was sending shivers all over Alec’s body, and he felt himself hardening, “Magnus,” he gasps when Magnus pulls away in between his wet kiss to breathe, before pressing Alec deeper into the couch, their body pressed flat against one another, swallowing his small moans when Magnus nips on his tongue and sucking on it again.

Magnus unconsciously grinds against the awakening bulge beneath him, his own clothed half-hard nether region deliciously make contact with his boyfriend’s, his own mouth letting out a deep guttural groan in reflex.

Alec tightens the grip he has on Magnus, pulling the ME flush against his warm body, eyes fluttering open and shut as he drinks in the sight of his boyfriend’ beautiful aroused face. When Magnus parted the kiss to inhale another sharp breath, Alec moves his head to press kiss along the sharp jawline, then starts nipping and licking the lean neck, making its way down towards Magnus’ collarbone.

“I’m sorry,” Magnus whispers as he pushes himself away from Alec’s hold, his own chest heaving hard, pupil blown wide and filled with lust, “I’m sorry,” he says softly, moving to distance his body away from his lover.

Alec frowns, finding it hard to think clearly when the blood supply in his body was only focusing on one place, “What’s wrong?” he asks, hands gripping Magnus’ thigh, scared that he might have done something terribly wrong that Magnus has decided to push himself away.

“I shouldn’t have let you on-” Magnus gulps, pausing for a few seconds to take a deep breath, “-we should take our time,” he pauses, “God, I really want you, Alexander, I really fucking want you, but I don’t want to regret this. I don’t want you to regret this.”

“We don’t need to go all the way tonight,” Alec tries, “We could just um-” he licks his lips as he stares at the growing bulge in Magnus’ pants.

Magnus chuckles at the same sight, “Darling, it’s okay, it’ll-”

“We uh, can continue making out,” Alec offers.

“Alexander, it’s fine,” Magnus leans down to peck Alec’s pink lips, scrambling off to sit on the space next to him despite Alec groaning out loud at the loss of contact and warmth Magnus was providing, “Let’s just cuddle and watch TV hm?”

“Can I still kiss you?”

Magnus nods, “As long as we keep our hands to ourselves, hm?”

With a smile on his face, Alec slowly presses his lover onto the back his couch, taking time to indulge in the sweet taste of Magnus that he had come to love.

20 minutes into kissing, tongue teasing and lips biting, not getting enough, Alec takes tentative moves as he presses soft kisses down the column of Magnus’ neck, nipping and biting in between.

“Stop it,” Magnus chides, slapping his lover by the arm.

“I’m not doing anything.”

“You are.”

“I’m just kissing you,” Alec emphasizes his action, smiling as he presses a kiss on Magnus’ lips.

“Darling, I know you have a gun, but I have a scalpel in my bag.”

Alec raises an eyebrow, “Is that a threat Doctor Bane?”

“Yes, it is Detective Lightwood.”

Alec chuckles, moving to pat the older man on the waist, “Hm.”

Magnus glances at the TV, noticing the time, “I need to go home. It’s late.”

Alec hums, noticing their tea had gone terribly cold, “Do you want to stay the night?”

Magnus groans, both his hands cupping his face, “Darling, please,” it was hard enough for him to will his hard erection down, and now sleeping next to his boyfriend just after a really long and intense make-out session? No thank you.

“We’ll just cuddle and sleep. That’s all. As long as you keep your hands to yourself.”

Magnus make a face as he turns to look at his detective, “Oh, should keep my hands to myself?”

Alec stares at his boyfriend, corner of his mouth twitching upwards, “Yes, really.”

"What about you detective?"

Alec shrugs, acting all innocent, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Magnus raises an eyebrow, pointing at his now purplish skin just by his collarbone, "So, a vampire devoured me just now?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

* * * * *

Both of them took separate showers, ridding themselves of their work clothes and Alec had gone through his closet to find comfortable clothes for Magnus to use.

“I do hope you have a change of clothes in your car for work tomorrow,” Alec says as he moves to his side of the bed, the room lit just by the nightstands, eyes on Magnus who was focusing on folding the sleeves of Alec’s giant size sweater by the wardrobe.

“I have an off day tomorrow. I can head home probably after breakfast.”

“Oh,” Alec nods, moving to lie on the bed, eyes still on Magnus, “Do you um-” he pauses, mind going back to his conversation with his mother during their dinner date.

“What is it darling?” Magnus asks when Alec suddenly went silent, moving to take the space next to the detective on the bed, settling comfortably under the duvet.

“You can say no if you don’t want to and I totally understand.”

Magnus moves to lie sideways, left hand reaching over to grasp Alec’s open palm on the mattress, eyes on his lover who was laying on his back, “What is it, Alexander?”

“My mom uh-” Alec pauses, eyes on the ceiling, licking his lips a few times as he tries to form words in his mind, “She invited you for lunch tomorrow.”


Still anxious, Alec swiftly moves to lie sideways, face to face with his boyfriend as he tightens the grip of his right hand, “Luke told her about you and she wanted to meet you.”

“Okay Alexander,” Magnus agrees, a wide smile on his face, “I’d love to meet your mother.”

Alec’s face instantly brightens at Magnus’ words, “Really?”

“Of course darling,” Magnus reassures, head leaning forward to press a soft kiss on Alec’s lips, “I’d love to.”

“You don’t think it’s too soon?”

Chuckling, Magnus shakes his head, moving to set his side of the face comfortably in Alec’s mountain of pillows on the bed, “Darling, I don’t mind. But I need to go home for a change of clothes after breakfast, is that okay?”


“I’ll drop by here and pick you up and we can go to your mom’s?”

Alec snuggles closer to Magnus, his right hand draping over the older man’s waist, palm on the small of his back, “No, I’ll go with you then we’ll head straight from your penthouse.”

“You really love my penthouse, do you?”

“Yes,” Alec says, then he yawns, droopy eyes start to close, “Goodnight baby.”

Magnus smiles at the term of endearment, dropping a kiss to Alec’s forehead, “Goodnight darling.”

Chapter Text

1115H 69-01, 17th Street, Flushing, New York

Magnus had always wondered how Isabelle and his awesomely cute boyfriend are extremely gorgeous, and the second he laid his eyes on Maryse, he knew why. The mother of four had decided to go by her family name Trueblood, hyphening it with her second’s husband, so now she goes by Maryse Trueblood-Garroway. 

Pushing her past of an atrocious and vicious prosecutor, Maryse (as what she asks him to call her with) is now a free-spirited, bossy and chatty trinket store owner who had too much time in her hands.

“So dad’s okay with him moving back here?” Alec asks, stacking up the boxes in the space down in the hallway by the stairs, remembering to take them down later in the afternoon.

“Robert said he needs to travel often after he made partner, and Max said he’s okay with it as well,” Maryse explains, back leaning against the doorframe of the spare room, “Sooooo, you have a gorgeous boyfriend,” she elaborates with a melodious voice, mouth grinning wide.

Alec chuckles, mind momentarily goes to his boyfriend who’s currently in the living room with his stepdad, watching a recorded baseball tournament or probably discussing about work matters as Alec had just learned that Magnus had known Luke for a year or two, “I uh, I really really like him,” he admitted, heat rising up in his face, not knowing if it is actually appropriate on telling his mom that he's head over heels with a man he had just met.

“I know you do. I’ve never seen you so happy,” Maryse says, a big smile on her red painted lips, eyes twinkling with love for her son, “I’m so happy for you Alec. Really.

Alec turns to look at his mother, oh how he’s glad that she’s changed for the better, “Thank you mom.”

“Jace told me how both of you met for the first time and flirt with each other," she pauses, and with a cringe she continues,"-with a dead body in between.”

Alec groans, moving to lift the box labeled as ‘junk’ in the room and stacking it up in the hallway, “God, so not romantic huh?”

“Definitely not,” Maryse giggles, “Where did you go for your first date?”

“I brought him to Taki’s. Oh yeah,” Alec pauses, stepping to stand in front of his mother, licking his lip as he nervously stares into her eyes, “He uh, his father is Asmodeus Bane, just a heads up.”

Maryse nods, “Luke told me. And believe me when I say this, I don’t mind. Asmodeus is his father, but whatever the man did in the past, does not define Magnus. Although I have to admit, they’re both really good looking.”

Alec rolls his eyes, moving to get the last box in the room with a smile on his face knowing that his mother had approved of him dating Magnus, “You guys have been busy gossiping about my dating life behind my back, huh?”

“It is the news of the century,” Maryse teases, “My brooding, unsociable and emotionally constipated son is now a puddle of rainbow goo each time his boyfriend looks at him is a thing to talk about now that I have personally witnessed it,” she says, recalling the moment when Alec almost sputters his words while introducing Magnus to Maryse and Luke the moment they stepped into the house, and with the ME's comforting touch and words, Alec regains his equilibrium, able to properly convey his words.

“God damn it.”

“Don’t curse.”

* * * * *

“I hope you don’t mind take-outs, I can’t really cook,” Maryse says sheepishly as she unboxes the lunch her husband had bought on the kitchen island.

“I don’t really mind,” Magnus says, eyes on Alec who was groaning next to him, “Although someone has been totally annoying because I can’t cook myself.”

“Ah,” Maryse nods, taking out the chicken pot pie from the box and into her china plate, “Just ignore that son of mine. He despises people who can’t cook.”

Alec grumbles when Magnus and Maryse shot him an accusing look, “You and Izzy blow a hole in my pot while boiling pasta mom.”

“Hey, the cookbook said 212 degrees!”

Alec turns to glare at his mom from where he was sitting at the breakfast table in the kitchen, annoyed at her retorts, “Fahrenheit! You put it at 212 degrees celsius!”

“The book says 212 degrees!”

“We’re in the US! We use Fahrenheit for god’s sake!”

“Well excuse me for not bothering to care that our country’s metric scale uses Fahrenheit.”

“You’ve been living here for 60 years. Don’t you even watch the weather?”

“I am not that old!” Maryse retorts, throwing the empty paper bag into her dustbin as she grabs a bag of dessert “Why should I watch the weather?” she questions.

“So that you’ll know whether you’ll be needing an umbrella or a thick coat or to put on sunscreen.”

Maryse huffs, knowing that she’s out of excuses. Her eyes then rested on her husband, “It’s not my fault Luke bought the cookbook from the US!”

Luke snorts loudly, placing the magazine in his hand on the space in front of him, “And now it’s my fault?” one hand on his chest to point out.

“Yes!” Maryse half shouts, the big spatula which she has been using to scoop the beef lasagna in her hand pointed at her husband’s way.

Magnus chuckles at the family drama, “No wonder you’re so hard-headed,” he says as he stares at his boyfriend, “Total carbon copy,” he points a finger at Maryse then at Alec who snorts.

Luke pounds the wooden table, mouth forming a big grin as he looks at Magnus, “Thank you! These two are so-god-I can’t win against them.”

Magnus smirks cheekily at his boyfriend, “You just have to find a way, Luke. I’ve found mine with this man here.”

Alec blushes under his boyfriend’s gaze, knowing that he’d definitely melt like an ice-cream when the doctor flutters his puppy eyes or starts kissing him, “You’re not fair,” he groans, deciding to keep his mouth shut, “Fine. Sorry, mom.”

“See,” Magnus emphasizes, leaning up to press a kiss onto his lover’s cheek.

Maryse laughs loudly behind the counter, “Oh dear god, I thought I’d never see the day when my firstborn is all mushy.”

* * * * *

Four of them spent almost the next three hours in the afternoon cleaning the room for Max and moving most of the boxes into the garage, much to Luke’s dismay. Alec reassured his step-father that he’s gonna drop by soon to look at the contents and tried to clear them if possible.

With parting kisses on the cheeks, Alec took the steering wheel of Magnus’ luxurious car, driving carefully down the road towards Brooklyn.

“Do you have any plans tonight?” Magnus asks, eyes on his cellphone; checking his personal email before shifting his focus back onto his detective.

“Not really, why?” 

“Can we drop by Westfield? I needed to pick up something. It was long overdue and they had been calling me.”

Alec nods, putting the blinkers and turning left when the lane is clear, “Of course.”

* * * * *

1705H Westfield World Trade Center

Alec presses the button in his hand to lock the Lexus in the parking lot, hand outreach to pass the keyfob to his boyfriend as he nears the doctor.

“No, just keep it with you,” Magnus says, left hand reaching to grasp Alec’s warm hand.

“Please don’t tell me you want to buy clothes, I’d rather shoot myself.”

Magnus chuckles as he playfully slaps the younger male on the chest, “No, my father said he ordered a watch for me, but I needed to pick it up myself,” he snorts as he finishes the sentence, “That sly old man.”

“He could have sent it to your office or your home,” Alec frowns, pushing the glass door leading to the elevator.

“Exactly,” Magnus huffs, pulling his boyfriend into the empty elevator as it opens, pressing the button to his desired floor, “He said he’s too lazy to do it, but he can call the shop and ordered it for me. I don’t get that man.”

Alec chuckles, hands circling Magnus’ waist, taking steps to crowd the man against the metal container.

“We’re in public darling,” Magnus reminds, slapping his lover’s forearms but did not make a move to get out of his embrace, “I don’t want to get arrested for public indecency.”

Alec dips his head to press a kiss on Magnus’ cheek, “I can show them my badge.”

“Badge or no badge, I don’t want to spend the night in jail.”

“I’ll be there with you.”

“Not if you’re in the hospital when I stab you with my scalpel in the police car.”

Alec chuckles, pecking the other cheek of Magnus’, “You and your scalpel kink.”

“I don’t know how you, a man who was so insecure just a few days ago are now so blatantly ignoring the fact that we’re in public and wants to make out with me.”

“Maybe you’re a bad influence.”

“Oh, now it’s my fault?” Magnus gasps, right hand moving to rests on his chest as he stares at his boyfriend with large eyes.

Alec shrugs, moving to hold Magnus’ hand when the elevator dings, indicating that they had reached their desired floor, “Well, you flirt with me when you have a dead body next to you.”

Magnus scoffs, taking swift steps as to match his lover's long lower limbs, “Do remember that you flirt back detective.”

“Hmm,” Alec hums, head dips down to peck Magnus on the temple before they step into the concourse area, packed with hundreds of shopgoers, “Where to?”

“London Jewelers.”

* * * * *

Alec sat next to Magnus, the older man was waiting for his order, eyes on the display cabinet in front of him.

“It won't take long,” Magnus whispers near to Alec’s ears, right hand running up and down the detective’s thigh.

“Hmm, it’s okay,” Alec assures, left hand circling the older man’s back, dropping a kiss on his clothed shoulder, “Just take your time.”

“Doctor Bane,” a saleslady approaches them from the room at the back, taking a seat on the opposite side of the low display cabinet, “Mister Bane ordered this for you,” she said, opening a medium-sized box and sliding it over the glass surface with careful movements.

Alec blinks at the branded watch, “Wow, a Rolex,” he mutters under his breath.

“Hurm. It’s comparatively cheap darling, compared to my father's Patek Philippe collection,” Magnus hums, right hand reaching for the black leather strap, thumb rubbing against the polished bezel, “Guess I’m lucky he didn’t order me a gold-colored Rolex.”

The saleslady chuckles, taking the watch handed by Magnus with her gloved hands and carefully place it back into the box, “Actually he did. But we received a call from Miss Loss and she requested a change to the Yacht-Master 42.”

“She did?” 

The friendly saleslady nods, “She mentioned that we need to update the order immediately or there will be blood on our hands,” chuckling, she went to the counter at the back, grabbing the paper bag for Magnus’ gift.

“Thank you,” Magnus says as he reaches for the paper bag, left hand instinctively reaches for Alec’s and drags him towards the exit of the luxury store.

“You have a Rolex,” Alec deadpans as they stepped out of the store, heading towards the escalator 20 feet away.

“Darling, my dad owns a billion dollars company, and I’m his only son. This is how he spends his money.”

“He won’t ask you to break up with me just because I’m poor is he?”

Magnus chuckles, leaning up to press a kiss onto Alec’s cheek, “No he won’t.”

“How sure are you?” Alec asks, the hand holding Magnus loosening its hold, then moving to wrap around his lover's waist, gripping tight, “I only have a 2 bedroom condo and a Nespresso machine to my name.”

“You should know those don't matter to me darling,” Magnus assures, “To be honest, he actually hates Camille and he threw a congratulatory party at the Beverly Hills when she dumps me. You’ll do fine Alexander. You’re a million times better than she is and I’m sure my dad would love you.”

Carefully stepping onto the escalator, Alec pulls his lover closer to his side, pressing a kiss onto his firm lips albeit the number of people staring at them, “Thank you.”

Magnus slides his hand around Alec’s back, palm resting on his waist, “I love your family, I can’t wait for you to meet mine.”

Alec had never felt so overly happy at a sentence, much less feeling bothered by the audience of onlookers who were staring at them, “Me too baby.”

Magnus blushes, palm on Alec’s waist, squeezing him harder than usual.

“What is it?”

Magnus shakes his head, finding it hard to admit he loved being called with such a sappy endearment, “Nothing.”

Alec turns to look at Magnus as they stopped in front of the elevator, “You’re blushing.”

Magnus rolls his eyes, ignoring his lover’s look as he presses the down button, “Shut up.”

Giggling, Alec looks around, and after noting the fact that they’re in fact away from any onlookers, he dips his head to capture his lover’s lips, hands circling the other’s waist as he pulls Magnus flush against him, “I love kissing you,” he pauses, pecking the lips once more, “-baby.”

Magnus groans, his neck and cheeks starting to blush pink, “Stop it!” he quickly hides his face under the giggling detective’s jaw.

* * * * *

They stopped by for dinner at a Japanese restaurant near Alec’s apartment, taking time indulging in the sushi and bowls of udon and ramen while chatting about their family and work.

“You don’t want to stay the night?” Alec asks as he pulls over by the entrance of his apartment at eight-fifteen that night.

“No,” Magnus shakes his head, a small smile on his face, “I can’t leave Chairman two nights in a row darling,” he admittedly says, although he somehow was reluctant to return to his penthouse.

Alec nodded in understanding, but it was obvious that he was disappointed at Magnus’ reply. Yes, they have only entered a new phase of relationship just a few days ago, but he could not imagine spending time away from his boyfriend. 

Magnus licks the bottom of his lips, voice slow and unsure as he stares back at Alec, “Why don’t you stay at mine tonight? We can go to work together.”

Alec’s face brightens at the suggestion, a wide smile on his face, “Is that okay with you?”

“Of course darling, as long as I get to spend more time with you.”

Alec nods, unbuckling the seatbelt then he pushes the door opens, “Just let me grab some of my things.”

* * * * *

2105H Penthouse, Walker Tower, New York

“I can sleep in the guest room, you know,” Alec says as he steps out of Magnus’ enormous ensuite, taking a seat on the ottoman at the end of the forensic pathologist’s enormous bed.

“Oh no you don’t. You’re my boyfriend now and you’ll only sleep with me in my bed, sex or no sex, I don’t care,” Magnus says as he switches on the television on the other side of the fireplace in his bedroom, motioning his boyfriend to settle himself there while he takes his turn to clean himself up, “I have Netflix as well if you’re bored with what’s on, just choose whatever you want okay,” he says when Alec sat on the couch, pressing a kiss on his head before making his way to the ensuite.

“Hey there buddy,” Alec stops flipping through the channels, deciding on watching the Food Network Channel when Chairman enters the room and made its way to him, thick tail wagging left and right begging for attention, “Your daddy is taking a bath,” he replies when the cat meows at him softly.

Alec smiles when the furball licks his palm, nuzzling his wet nose against his forearms before purring in content and settling himself in Alec’s lap, “You’re such a spoiled brat aren’t you Chairman.”

Alec continuously pets the sleeping cat in his lap while he goes through his work email, noticing that he only has 6 days to RSVP for his high school reunion. Groaning at the almost 20 spam emails in his inbox, Alec was about to delete them when a call came in from Jace.

“Hey Jace.”

“Hey bro, what time do I need to pick you up tomorrow?”

Alec blinks, he had totally forgotten about that one detail. Almost a year ago, due to budget restraints in the precinct, he and Jace had to share the precinct issued vehicle. Since he only lives 4 miles away and Jace and Clary were renting a studio almost 15 miles away, he let the younger male takes the car most of the time, and Jace would occasionally drop by to pick him up for work and send him home if he's not in the mood to take the subway or walk, “I’m uh, going to work with Magnus.”

“Oh, he’s at your place?”

“No, I’m at his place,” he clears his throat, hands fiddling with Chairman’s tail, “He stayed at mine yesterday.”

“I’m happy for you Alec,” Jace says after staying silent for almost 2 minutes on the line, voice genuinely happy for his brother.

“Thank you, Jace. I uh, I brought him to see mom for lunch, she loves him.”

“Wow, that fast?” Jace giggles, then Alec could hear the whispers of Clary’s voice over the phone, “Alec?”

“Hi Clary, how are you?”

“I’m fine. Did you bring Magnus to see mom?”

“Yes, I did. Izzy and she had been talking about me behind my back.”

“Aah,” Clary was oddly silent a second later.

Alec groans, “Oh god, not you too?”


“You have another family group chat!” the detective accuses.

Clary giggles loudly over the phone, “It was Izzy’s idea!”

“Fine whatever. How’s your preparation for the exhibition going?”

“It’s going good. I’m digging through some old photos of mine, trying to find a good picture of mom.”

Alec smiles sadly, remembering how Jocelyn died at the hands of a thief breaking into her small studio, expecting to score some high value painting. He and Jace were dispatched to the scene, and they had to track down Clary who was still in class at the Brooklyn Fine Arts Academy. Jace had comforted the young lady, and somehow fallen in love with her and now they are here, 3 years into their relationship, still going on strong, “I’m sure you’ll do great Clary.”

“You know, one of my sub-theme for the exhibition is Love, do you mind posing a picture for me? With Magnus of course.”

Alec chokes on a breath, “Uh, we haven’t reached that part of our relationship yet,” he says softly.

Clary notices the hesitance in Alec’s voice, “Okay, it’s fine.”


“It’s okay Alec, hey-stop poking me-okay, your idiot brother wants to speak to you, goodnight Alec.”

“Goodnight Clary,” Alec says, then he listens to the shuffling at the other line, “Yeap?”

“Use rubber okay?”

“Fuck you,” Alec hisses into the line, hearing the cackling of his brother before he heard shouts of goodnight from Jace.

Alec tosses the phone onto the free space on the couch, right hand patting the still sleeping cat in his lap, “You’re such a deep sleeper, aren't you?” he mutters, fingers raking through the thick fur, eyes on the screen now showing a chef mincing onions for his stew.

It was almost twenty minutes later when Magnus steps out of his ensuite, face bare and fresh, body covered in black silk pajamas. “Hey there,” he greets his lover, flopping himself on the space next to him, minding the cat in the other’s lap.

Alec grins at the sight of his barefaced boyfriend, which in fact is still as beautiful as ever. “Hey, had fun in there?” he teases, his plump lips finding their way to Magnus’ cheek.

“As much as I love staying in your apartment darling, I love taking baths.”

“I’m sorry about that,” he says, pressing another kiss.

Magnus moves to sit sideways, arms circling his detective’s waist, still careful of not disturbing his cat on the other’s lap, chin resting on Alec’s broad shoulder, “I can’t believe you’re my boyfriend.”

Alec turns his head, smiling wide at Magnus, “I can’t believe you’re my boyfriend too, beautiful.”

“I’ve started falling hard for you and that honestly scares me, but I don’t even want to think spending a minute away from you Alexander,” Magnus admits, hands around Alec tightens, his face moving closer to press against Alec’s neck, “I really like you and I really want you in my life.”

Alec moves his body sideways, to the loud hissing sound of Chairman who was disturbed, both male watching the cat exiting the bedroom, tail high in the air.

“Such a cockblocker,” Magnus comments, hands still around Alec.

“I can’t imagine not being with you Magnus. You’re my first boyfriend, but honestly, I want you to be my first for everything,” his hands made their way to Magnus’ jaw, thumbs circling the soft skin, “I want you so much, Magnus,” Alec dips his head, his lips making its way to Magnus, his body pressing the older male’s body deep into the plush backrest.

“Darling,” Magnus gasps in between the kiss, moaning deep in his throat when Alec sneaks his warm tongue into his mouth.

“Just a few minutes more.” 

* * * * *

Magnus turns sideways in his bed, head propped up by his elbow as he observes his boyfriend who had made himself comfortable in his huge bed, “You okay there?”

Alec hums, right hand continuously patting the third party currently lying in the middle of their bed, purring contently, “You need to do something about Chairman.”

Magnus chuckles, left hand joining to pat his pet cat on his bed, who had disturbed their heated make out session once they made their way from his couch to the bed, “You can just chuck him in the guest suite. He can sleep there.”

“I don’t want him to hate me,” Alec reasons.

Magnus reaches for his phone, selecting the smart home app and the room was suddenly engulfed in darkness a second later.

“Wow, fancy rich people,” Alec comments, deeply impressed with his boyfriend’s state of the art home.


“You have a lovely penthouse but damn, it’s too far from the precinct.”

Magnus groans, “I know. I have to leave very early in the morning.”

“You should move this building across the river, since you know, you’re filthy rich,” Alec teases, hand patting Chairman moving to poke his lover by the shoulder.

Magnus snorts, “My dad’s rich, not me,” he yawns, moving to reach for his lover’s hand, pressing a soft kiss on his palm, “Goodnight darling.”

“Goodnight Magnus.”

Chapter Text

 0750H Parking Lot, Walker Tower

“I can drive if you want to sleep in the car,” Magnus says as they walked towards his parked car, eyes on a yawning Alec.

“No, it’s fine,” Alec says, pressing the unlock button in his hand, opening the door of the passenger side for Magnus. 

“Thank you darling,” Magnus beams, pressing a soft kiss on Alec’s cheek before slipping into the passenger seat. He was about to buckle his seatbelt when the phone in his jacket pocket started ringing, he moves to reach for his phone, noticing that his detective was reaching for his too, “Doctor Bane.”

Alec opens the door of the driver’s side, slipping into the seat as he presses to receive the call from dispatch, “Lightwood.”

* * * * *

0925H Back-alley, 95th street, Bay Ridge

Alec parks the car by the street, watching how the entrance of the back alleys of the crime scene they were called to was filled with noisy onlookers, Underhill and a few more officers trying their best to control the crowds behind the yellow police tape, “I hate people.”

“Now now, be nice,” Magnus chastise, body leaning over the driver console to press a soft kiss on Alec’s lips, “Let’s switch into our work mod detective.”

Alec chuckles, left hand reaching for Magnus’ chin, pressing a soft short kiss on his firm lips, “If you say so doctor,” he says, yet pressing another kiss at the corner of Magnus’ lips.

Alec waits by the carboot, watching Magnus unloading his work bag and changing into his field boots, “I noticed you always changed into your field boots, I didn’t know it was standard procedure, Aldertree never do so.”

Magnus presses the button to close the boot, “No it’s not. Back in LA, I once went home with my shoes filled with blood and mud, and Ragnor threatened to disown me, so it became a habit for me to change each time I got called.”

* * * * *

Alec lifts the yellow tape, letting the ME to pass through, who then introduced himself to Underhill before making his way towards the body sprawled on the asphalt by the dumpster in the middle of the long alley.

He approaches Underhill, “Lightwood, homicide, Victor 828.”

“Hey detective,” Underhill greets him, eyes shining bright.

“Hey, I heard you’re taking the detective exam soon?”

Underhill nods, sheepishly running his hand up and down the back of his neck, “Yes.”

“Good luck,” Alec wishes, patting the officer on the shoulder before making his way to join Magnus.

Magnus crouches by the body of a dark-skinned boy, clad in his school uniform, no obvious stain of blood on his clothes or on the ground.

“Damn, he looks so young,” Alec comments, stopping just a few feet away from the body.

Magnus examines the body, inspecting the dead teen’s hand limp on his body, “No obvious signs of injury, it’s odd.”

Alec frowns, looking around for any clues, “I don’t see anything that could be used to kill him,” he further explains, stepping behind his working lover as he craned his neck looking over a stack of boxes at the end of the alley, two locked doors leading to two shops had no weird marks around.

Magnus uses both hands to turn the cold body sideways, “There are no knife wounds,” he pulls the shirt, eyes on the back of the teen’s, “No bullet entry or exit wounds,” he pats the thigh down to the shin, “No external sign of trauma to indicate a beating.”

Jace approaches the lovebirds, hand holding a blue backpack, “Wasn’t killed for his stuff,” he then passes Alec a thin wallet, “His school ID.”

Alec reads the information he had just gotten, “Matthias Senna, god, he’s 15.”

Jace crouches near Magnus, eyes on the ME, “Anything doctor?”

“There’s no obvious cause of death,” Magnus pauses, frowning as his eyes rested at something under the dumpster by the body, “I’ll know more after the autopsy. Jake, there’s something under there,” he points towards the ground behind Jace, and the blonde quickly ducks low to see under the dumpster.

“It’s a skateboard,” Jace comments, looking up at his brother who immediately calls over a crime scene unit, pointing at the piece of evidence.

Alec looks at his partner, “We’ll try to match the shoe prints against the skateboard once we’re back at the precinct.”

* * * * *

1115H Enclosed room, basement of New York Police Department

Alec and Jace stood behind a dark-skinned woman in her forties, wearing a long-sleeved colorful one piece, head covered by an orange-colored scarf, eyes on the window in front of them, now covered with dark blinds.

Alec takes a deep breath as the blinds slowly roll upwards, revealing their recent victim now laid on a bed covered with a white sheet.

The mother took a tentative step forward, both hands on the clear window as her mouth keeps mumbling her son’s name, each time coming out in a broken and sorrowful voice.

Alec turns to look at his brother, not able to take in the sight of the grieving mother knocking on the window as if trying to wake her son from a slumber. When the mother starts sobbing loudly, Alec approaches her, hands holding her arms as he led her out of the room.

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1145H Interrogation Room 2, New York Police Department

Lydia who sat across the now calm mother passes her a mug of hot tea, eyes on the pictures the mother brought for them, now scattered on the table.

“He didn’t come home last night,” Beatrice, the mother starts, “I even called his father.”

“You’re divorced?” Lydia asks.

Beatrice nods, “Since he was 10. We are fighting.”

Alec pipes in, “Over custody of Matthias?”

“All he wanted to do was skateboard,” Beatrice says sternly, gritting her teeth tight, “I told him it’s not safe out there!” she pauses, voice now fills with contempt, “He wouldn’t listen,” she stares at Lydia, “The devil got into my boy-”

Lydia turns to look at Alec, both frowning before settling their focus back on the mother.

“-and left me alone with his curse,” the mother continues, obviously not noticing the weird gazes of Lydia and Alec.

Lydia tries to get an explanation, “What do you mean ‘The Devil’?”

Beatrice continues on, “He was not the same after he met those boys!” she said, full of spite, “The skateboarders.”

Alec pulls a notebook from his pocket, “We’ll need their names.”

Beatrice turns to look at Alec, “I don’t know them. I just know they’re bad.”

Lydia tries to calm the grieving mother, “Mrs.Senna, I understand that you don’t trust us right now,” she pauses, noticing the mother starting to calm down, “But we want to find your son’s killer as badly as you do and I promise you we will do everything we can to find the person who did this.”

Beatrice finally calmed down, her black button eyes brimming with tears as she shifts gaze from Lydia to Alec, “Thank you,” she pauses, taking a deep breath, “He was all I had.”

* * * * *

1315H Homicide Unit, New York Police Department

Jace looks at Alec, “Bro, have you read anything about Cape Verde? The boy’s family is from there it seems.”

“Hm, it’s an island in the African continent, they mainly speak Portuguese, have about half a million people living on an island at a size of 1557 square foot miles,” Alec pauses, trying to recall information about the small country based on the reading he did, “In the 16th century, pirates-”

Lydia groans, “Jace, please rephrase your question before Alec starts singing their national anthem or start reciting the country’s motto.”

Alec throws a crumpled paper in Lydia’s way, groaning when the blonde female starts cackling in her seat.

Jace looks down at the report on his table, “This Matthias was a good kid. He’s got no arrests records and got good grades.”

Alec groans, knowing they might not get anything from the file on his brother’s table, “Hm, let’s pull up sex offenders and predators in the area, see if anything pops.”

Jace nods, taking down notes in his notebook.

Lydia pipes in, “Remember the mother made a comment about the devil getting into her son?”

Alec nods.

Lydia continues, “Let’s see if there are any ties to local gangs, devil worshipping and we can narrow it down to uh, skateboards.”

Jace nods, moving to get out of his seat, “I’ll check with Simon.”

Alec looks at his Sergeant, “You still got your connection at family court?”

Lydia nods, reaching for her cellphone, “Why?”

“Perhaps you can try to get any information from the dead boy’s custody hearing?

“Yeah sure.”

Alec looks at the hanging clock on the wall above Lydia, “Magnus must have started on the autopsy.”

Lydia grins wide, wiggling her eyebrows as she stares at her friend.

Alec rolls his eyes, reaching for his cellphone on the table, “I’ll update if there’s any clue.”

“Take your time~”

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1445H Autopsy Room, New York Police Department

Alec stands on the other side of the metal autopsy table, the body of Matthias Senna was covered by a thin layer of a white sheet, a ‘Y’ incision on his abdomen.

Magnus pulls the sheet down a few inches, “Lungs are congested and heavy, but his overall organs appear normal,” he explains, then draped the sheet back over the dead teen’s chest.

“So what’s the cause of death here?”  

“I still can’t find one,” Magnus says, then move to grab one of Matthias’ hands, showing the detective one his findings as he ran through his examinations, “Mees lines,” he explains, showing Alec white horizontal lines on each of Matthias’ nails, “Possible indicators of toxins in his system.”

“So, he was poisoned?”

Magnus shrugs, putting the hand back to the side of the body, “Mmm, doubtful,” he looks at the head of the body, “A few pinpoint petechial hemorrhages could indicate asphyxia.”

“So he was suffocated,” Alec deduces.

Magnus shakes his head subtly, “No airway obstruction or external indication of strangulation,” he says moving around the table to stand behind Alec, standing in front of a PC fixed on a high counter, “I’ll do a tox screen on arsenic and heavy metals, both of which can cause mees lines.”

Alec frowns, “But you just said he wasn’t poisoned Magnus.”

“I said it was doubtful darling, based on the evidence,” he said turning to stand in front of his lover, chuckling at Alec’s loud groans. He then moves to further examine the body, taking the spot he previously vacated, a tweezer picking up a piece of evidence in between the fold of skin on the teen’s neck.

“What is that?” Alec asks, leaning closer to take a look at the piece of a tiny white sheet.

“Crime lab confirmed the presence of candle wax,” Magnus says, dropping the small piece of wax into a petri dish, then turns to show Alec the x-ray screen, showing a scan of Matthias’ abdomen, “These dark particles?” he points at a black space next to the teen’s airway, with small dots, “Those are burned feathers.”

“Wait,” Alec frowns, eyes on his lover, the x-ray scan then back to the body in front of him, “Wax and burned feathers, I did some reading, it’s usually used in, wait, you don’t think it’s, oh god this sound so silly-”

Grinning, Magnus takes tentative steps towards the autopsy table, “Well, I have to say, the evidence that I found would be consistent if the victim went through an exorcism.”

Alec groans, “Ugh, so he was killed by an exorcism?”

“Well not really.”

Alec was about to say something when the cell phone in his pocket buzzed, “Simon had probably found something about what the mom said,” he said, reading the text, “Are you done here?”

Magnus nods, “Wait, what did the mom say?”

“That her son was possessed by the devil and that-” Alec pauses, watching the ME who was quickly on his feet, making his way towards the corner of the autopsy room, ridding himself of his gloves and gown, and proceeded to wash his hands, “What are you doing?

“Darling, this is an interesting case! I wanna join you guys upstairs,” he says, scrubbing his hand with a brush gleefully under the water.

Alec shakes his head, making his way toward the same corner, chucking the used gown he was wearing into the bin, taking off the latex gloves, “You’re a weird one. Aldertree wouldn’t even bother joining us.”

“Why not? Every case is interesting to me,” Magnus pats his hands dry with the towel, then moving towards the entrance of the autopsy room, “Come on Alexander!”

* * * * *

1525H Intelligence Unit, New York Police Department

Simon clicks on the keyboard, popping an image of a white colored storefront with turquoise colored window with white trim and a gold colored door, a hand painted ‘Cidade Velha Church’ in white written along the empty space just above the door,  “I found the mom’s church.” 

Jace huffs, arms crossed in front of his chest, butt perched on the side of Simon’s workstation, “Doesn’t really look like a church to me, might be a scam,” he says, eyebrow raised as he looks at his brother.

Lydia turns to look at Alec.


“Well, you would usually say something,” Simon pipes in, he himself was staring at the detective.

Alec groans, “Shut up.”

Magnus chuckles, moving to stand next to Alec and starts patting the detective on the arm, “Who runs the place?”

Simon clicks on a button, a picture of a dark-skinned male appeared next to the picture of the church, “Father Osorio Kokou.”

Lydia steps closer to the screen, reading the records under the picture, “Born ‘Reginald Perry’, has been in and out of jail since he was a kid,” she pauses, “Robbery, assault and oh, check fraud.”

“Woot, a church scammer,” Jace whistles out loud, “And he started the church while he was on parole.”

“So he might have charged the mom a mountain of money for his service, the exorcism goes bad and then he dumps the body,” Alec deduces, eyes on his Sergeant who had been nodding her head.

“That’s an awful speculation Detective Lightwood,” Magnus comments.

Alec rolls his eyes, “It’s a theory Doctor Bane, it’s different.”

Magnus snorts, “Hah.”

“Besides, who in this day and age is performing exorcisms?” Jace says, frowning.

Magnus turns to the blonde detective, “Well, the catholic church has been performing exorcisms since the second century and they still do.”

Alec continues, “It’s an effective ritual for expelling demons.”

Lydia scratches her chin, “Hence ‘The Devil’ comment from the mom.”

* * * * *

1620H Cidade Velha Church, Bay Ridge

Beatrice greets the four people team at the front door of the church, one hand hovering over the air just an inch away from a male wearing bleached white with heavy gold embroidery cloak, a white top hat on his shaven head, “This is father Kokou,” Beatrice introduces, “My priest.”

The priest, Kokou, who could be seen miles away in his outfit smiles as he looks at the three detectives and the ME, “Hello.” 

Lydia stands in front of the priest, “We’re investigating the death of Matthias,” she starts, “Did you perform an exorcism on him?”

Beatrice cringes at the question. The priest remains stoic, “We performed purification rituals on the boy,” he says, “Yes,” he then confirmed.

Jace scoffs, “Did you purify him the night he disappeared?”

“Father Kokou would never hurt Matthias,” Beatrice answers instead, tone confident, “He was helping.”

Magnus who had only seen the mother for the first time looks at her gently, “May God give his soul rest.”

Beatrice looks at him with shining eyes, “Stay in God’s peace.”

Alec pats his lover on the shoulder, moving to stand in front of the grieving mother, “Exorcism can be powerful,” he tries to reason.

Father Kokou looks at four of them, “We were fighting hard for Matthias,” and Jace has to roll his eyes as a response, “The devil was strong in him,” the stares sharp at the blonde male, “And the devil killed him.”

Lydia scoffs rather loudly, “See, we don’t think the devil killed him,” she pauses, looking at Beatrice then at the male priest, “We think that Matthias may have been killed by an exorcism.”

“Think-” Father Kokou immediately pipes in, “So you don’t know.”

Alec had had enough of the crooked priest, “You’re good Reginald,” he stares at the man in white robes, “We’re not finished,” he says, grabbing his working boyfriend by the elbow.

Father Kokou remains unchanged, “Thanks for stopping by,” he tilts his head to look at Lydia then to Alec, eyes now filled with contempt, “This is a house in mourning, it’s time for you to go.”

Lydia turns to look at Beatrice, hoping that she would understand the man standing in front of them might be the reason why her only child is dead, “Beatrice, that’s up to you.”

Beatrice shakes her head, taking a deep breath as she looks at Magnus and then to Lydia, “Please do as the priest said.”

“The forces of evil are powerful,” Father Kokou said, eyes straight into Alec who had his hazel orbs on the man.

Alec smirks, “I can handle evil.”

The four of them were about to turn when the priest said, “Not this kind.”

* * * * *

“All of you were disrespectful to him,” Magnus starts as they head towards their parked cars, “Especially you darling,” he looks at Alec.

Alec scoffs.

“We were not. Father Cuckoo there was our number one suspect doctor!”

Lydia laughs at the name-calling, “Wow a good one!” she raises her right hand, and Jace immediately high fived her.

“You’re both such kids.”

“Cuckoo is such a weird name!” Jace hisses.

“Kokou is the most popular boy’s name with Cape Verdeans,” Magnus informs.

Jace hums, not interested in the details, “Mhm. And god-” he groans out loud, “the poncho he was wearing.”

Alec rolls his eyes, “It’s a grand boubou. It’s famous with the Christians in Africa.”

Lydia groans, “God, stop with the history lessons both of you!” she shouts, fingers pointing at the couple who were standing next to each other, “Oh god, you’re both like the-the-”

“-walking thesaurus,“ Jace supplies under his breath.

“-walking thesaurus and oh god, although you two are adorable together I might want to slap both of you when you’re supplying us too much unnecessary information!”

Alec rolls his eyes, opening the backseat door of the precinct issued sedan for his giggling boyfriend to jump in, “Mhm,” he says, before sliding inside.

Lydia groans, “God!” she yells towards the sky, Jace laughing hard at her.

* * * * *

1735H Taki’s

Four of them were seated at the booth by the kitchen, munching on terribly late their lunch when a call came into Lydia’s phone, “Yep?”

Magnus tilts to look at his detective who was sitting next to him, right hand reaching for fries in his plate.

“What is it?” Jace sips on his Cola, eyes on his Sergeant.

“Simon contacted the father, he’s gonna send me the address,” a ping resounds, “It’s here,” Lydia looks at her ex-partner, “Wanna come with me?”

Alec nods. “Yeah, sure.”

“We’ll drop Magnus and Jace back at the precinct before we head there.”


25 minutes later, Lydia and Alec stood on the front porch of Malcolm Senna, the grieving father sat on the bench by a pot of blooming purple flowers, “I tried to get Matt away from his mother and that crazy voodoo priest,” he runs a hand down his tired face, “I should have just taken him.”

Lydia who stood a few feet away from the father starts speaking, “Do you think your ex-wife may have had anything to do with Matthias’ death?”

Malcolm immediately shakes his head, “Not, not Beatrice,” he looks up at Lydia, “No.”

Malcom’s wife, Alicia approaches them from the main door, handing both standing detectives a glass of cold water each, before taking slow steps to sit next to her dark-skinned husband, “You did everything you could Malcolm,” she says.

Malcolm looks at his wife, looking sad and tired, “And my son is dead.”

Lydia gulps, “When uh did your ex-wife join the church?”

Malcolm takes a deep breath to calm himself down, “After the divorce,” he finds comfort when his wife starts running her hand up and down his thigh, “The priest is a crook. He got her to give him all of her money,” he scoffs, “-even the child support.”

Alicia pipes in, “He spent every last dime on lawyers, fighting for custody,” she takes a second look at her almost sobbing husband, “I mean, we even put off having our own children-”

Malcolm immediately cuts in, “Alicia, I-I have a child already.”

The wife nods, looking at her husband understandingly, hand continues on comforting him, “I know.”

Malcolm runs a hand down his face, “I had-” he takes a deep breath, tears streaming down his eyes, “The judge was just about to rule in our favor, we were gonna bring him home,” he turns his head to look at both Lydia and Alec, “Get settled, be a family.”

Lydia turns to look at Alec, and they both were silent at the sight of the sobbing father, his wife trying to comfort him.