**I started watching Wallander a month or so ago, then the other day there I had an excellent idea for a fic. So, after thinking out the plot and whatnot, here it is. Please enjoy.**


When he first saw her walking outside, Magnus stared at her. Her golden hair trailed down to her waist over her short black blazer as she followed the police officer behind the reception desk and through the back, behind the large glass panelled doors. As he held his satchel with one hand, he wandered over towards the reception as he made his way to the stairs. Looking in, he saw the policeman's hand holding hers as he pressed her finger down onto the paper. Magnus was slightly perturbed. She didn't seem like a criminal, but there she was having her prints taken. Brushing it off, he made his way upstairs to the office.

He passed Ann-Brit on the way in, who smiled to him happily as she headed for her office, but then turned back to face him.

"Magnus, we have the new exchange worker coming in today." She said, reminding him. He had completely forgot. Lisa had organised a not so much exchange as a transfer, with Scotland Yard, after Svedberg's death. However, they had taken to calling it and 'exchange', as Svedberg's death was still a touchy subject.

"Right." Magnus nodded to her, offering her a consoling smile afterwards. Ann-Brit returned the smile, before once again her heels clicked down the corridor to her office. Making his way to the lockers, Magnus looked into Kurt's office, watching him reading over a case file. As he reached the locker room, he unlocked his own locker, the blue paint chipping to the floor. He stuffed the brown, worn satchel he had kept from his college days into the locker, removing his jacket and tucking it on the peg inside before slamming it shut. Turning the combination lock randomly, he locked it up and left the locker room, emerging to find a girl standing near his desk, with a box in her hands. Warily, he approached his desk, looking at the girl. He could have sworn it was the same girl. As he opened his mouth to speak, the girl noticed him, looking at him with bright emerald eyes and a warm smile.

"Hi," She greeted him. Her voice was soft, but confident. "I'm Alexandra Olsson. I'm the transfer from Scotland Yard." She said, shifting the box to her hip and holding out a hand to Magnus. Nodding, Magnus took her hand and shook it gently.

"Yeah, hi. I saw you coming in, I'm Magnus. Magnus Martinsson." He replied, smiling cheerfully as he dropped her hand. The girl, Alexandra, seemed impressed.

"Wow, that's about the most Swedish name I've ever heard." She laughed. Magnus couldn't help but laugh as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Yeah, I guess it is. I'll take you to Lisa, she's in charge. She'll sort you out with a place to work." Magnus offered. Alexandra tightened her grip on the box in her arms as he began to lead her towards Lisa's office. "Would you like a hand with that?" He asked, looking into the box, which was full of miscellanea.

"No thanks, I've got it." Alexandra declined kindly. Magnus knocked on the large brown door as they approached, then pushed it open slowly, leaning in.

"Martinsson, come in." Lisa instructed, beckoning him in. Magnus lead the way into the large office, standing in front of Lisa's desk with Alexandra at his side. "Oh! You must be Detective Olsson. I'm Lisa Holgersson." Magnus stepped aside as Lisa made her way around the large oak desk and took Alexandra's hand.

"Nice to meet you." Alexandra smiled. Magnus shuffled awkwardly for a moment, looking out into the office space outside the glass windows.

"Magnus," Lisa's voice called. His head whipped round to look at his boss. "Kurt can't get into his emails." Hearing the words, Magnus huffed audibly and slouched, making his way to the door. Closing the door behind him, he made his way to Kurt's desk, where Kurt sat slamming the computer mouse into his desk, growling. Pinching the bridge of his nose, Magnus sighed again, before approaching Kurt's side.

"That isn't going to help." He said, leaning over and taking the mouse from Kurt's hand. Kurt sat back in his chair, rubbing a hand across his unshaven face.

"Linda - sent me an email and I can't - Oh, just do whatever it is you do." He said, his voice stressed. Rolling his eyes, Magnus worked his way into Kurt's email's once again. Magnus noticed the email from Linda, unable to hep his eyes skimming across the first few words.

"Dinner at 6:30pm, Jamal only has a few hours off. Please don-"

Magnus could have put money on the chance of that last words being ''Don't be late''.

"Thanks, Magnus." Kurt said gruffly, sitting forward in his chair, so as to hide the screen. Magnus sighed again, before making his way back to his desk. If only Kurt would let him teach him how to access his emails when his computer was being temperamental. As he sat down at his desk, Magnus opened his laptop, logged in and then opened the drawer to his right. His badge slid to the front of the drawer, shining slightly. Nudging it out of his way, he pulled out the papers he found for Kurt and began researching more about a girl who had been killed last week. As he clicked his way through page after page on his computer, he caught sight of Lisa's door opening again, Alexandra walking out and closely followed by Lisa. Both were talking and laughing as Lisa directed Alexandra to a desk next the window, not far from Magnus. He watched as she unloaded a small potted plant from the box in her arms, sitting it gently down onto the window ledge as she spoke to Lisa, her eyes bright with anticipation. Alexandra's head turned, catching him. It wasn't until then he realised he had been staring. She smiled to him, causing him to shuffle slightly in his seat as he smiled back at her, then hiding his face behind his laptop. As he stared at the screen full of names and addresses, taking none of it in, Magnus took a deep breath and resorted to flicking through the sheets, pretending to look busy. Just as he began to take notes of the certain addresses, Magnus heard heels clicking on the wooden floor, approaching him. Pushing a hand through his hair, he looked up at Alexandra, who was smiling at him as she stood beside his desk.

"Hi, again. I - erm, I need help logging into my computer and Kurt - that's his name, right?" Magnus nodded slowly, looking up at her. "Well, he said you were the guy to talk to." She finished, an apologetic smile on her face.

"He did?" Magnus asked, looking over to Kurt, who was smiling at him. Magnus shot him a slight glare and looked back to Alexandra, standing up.

"He said, and I quote - you were the "resident techspert"." She added with a laugh, as she led him to her desk. He gave a small laugh, some of his frustration at Kurt subsiding. Magnus looked around the desk, which was now adorned with an assortment of pens and a small pad of post-it notes and a computer, although that had been there previously. As he slid into the seat in front of the desk, Alexandra leaned over him slightly, her hand on the back of the chair. Magnus' shoulder tensed up slightly as he felt his back brush against her fingers, then shuffled an inch or so forward in the chair, leaning over the keyboard.

"Your log-in must not be registered yet," He said, clearing his throat subtly as he looked up at her. "You can use my one if you want, for today." He offered. Alexandra smiled softly down at him, beginning to nod.

"Yeah, thanks." She said gratefully, allowing Magnus to type in his log-in details for her. He felt her leave his side, standing over by the window. Once he had logged her in, he stood up once again and looked over to her.

"You're in." He said, gesturing to the computer. Alexandra's head turned to look at the computer, then back to Magnus as he watched her playing with the leaves on her potted plant.

"Thanks, Magnus." She said appreciatively, grinning at him.

"No problem, Alexandra." He replied with a smile, before turning to return to his own desk.

"Alex - " He heard her call, causing him to turn back to face her. She was still smiling. "Call me Alex." Magnus looked at her and slowly nodded, the small smile still etched on his face. Once again he set out back to his desk, running his hand through his hair involuntarily as he sat down. Looking back down at the files now in his hands, he began taking notes again, every now and then risking a glance over to Alex. Biting his lip slightly, he tried to hide the smile that grew at the corners of his mouth as he caught her looking over at him, then quickly turning her head away and seeing to her potted plant.

Returning to the files, he took more notes, focusing now on his job for Kurt. Staring down at the names, Magnus desperately tried to link the latest victim to the others. So far, all he had was that all three had been poisoned and that Nyberg was still trying to find out what poisons the killer had used. Rubbing a hand over his face, he sighed. He knew it was going to be a case of waiting until the killer made a mistake, but he also knew that Kurt wouldn't accept that. Magnus didn't want to wait, he wanted the killer locked up as soon as possible, but nothing about these crimes seemed possible. Everything was so clean-cut. The killer was using an injected poison to kill the victims, but there was no sign of struggle. No sign of a fight on any of the bodies. Bringing his hands up to his face, Magnus rested his chin on his knuckles and stared at the screen.

There has to be a link.