What You Did
By JailQueen
A/N: My first Wallander fic! No idea what I'm doing or really what's going to happen. Something bad and tragic and poor Magnus is going to be in the centre of it. There are too few Magnus/Kurt stories out there so I thought I'd do my part.
Warnings: There will be blood, torture, (possible) rape, mentions of child abuse and I never let anything end too sadly if I ever get around to ending it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Wallander.
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"Godammit Kurt!" Magnus sighed the moment he entered the room. Kurt glanced up from his mountain of paperwork and saw the young man rubbing his hand exasperatedly over his face.
"What?" Kurt asked with a hint of annoyance and Magnus lowered his hand and scowled. "How long did I spend getting your computer in order?"
"A while by the sound of it." Kurt ducked his head to hide the smirk creeping across his lips. He looked up when he felt Magnus' eyes basically boring holes into his exposed neck but instead of setting off on a flaming rant Magnus merely sighed again, raising his hands in capitulation and turned to leave.
"Magnus," Kurt called and rose from behind his desk, sending a few case notes and half a bagel to the floor. "Are you alright? You've been acting weird ever since we took this case." Not that I blame you, Kurt thought as the crime scene pictures surfaced in his mind.
Magnus' frowned with a confused expression donning his brow but soon the look vanished and was replaced by a scowl and his eyes turned cold, then strangely vulnerable. He looked for a moment like he was about to either start yelling or confess to some horrid crime, Kurt couldn't quite decide on which.
Magnus ran his hand through his hair in defeat and muttered, "Nothing's wrong."
Kurt was sure he'd never heard a more unconvincing lie in his life. "Magnus…"
"Kurt!" Magnus exclaimed gesturing wildly with his hand, "I'm fucking fine, now let me get back to work."
Magnus walked out and Kurt was about to shout something rude and angry back at him when his phone rang. He drew a sharp breath hoping against reason that there hadn't been another one found. His hand almost shook when he picked up the phone and pressed it to his ear.
"Wallander."
A tinny voice on the other end introduced themselves as an officer Eriksson and then hesitated before continuing, "We've found another."
Kurt rubbed his forehead and forced back the nausea that was threatening to creep up his throat. "How old?"
"We're not sure yet, the body was…. very disfigured." The voice on the other end went silent and Kurt clenched his fist. "Who found him and where?"
"A biker stopped to take a leak out by Skönadalsvägen and found the poor thing lying amidst the nettles. Thrown away like garbage…just like the others."
Kurt let his head drop, feeling let down by the world and her infinite cruelties. Three teenage boys had been found around the countryside of Ystad, always right next to the road as if the killer had thrown them out of his car in haste. The first body had been found over two months ago by an old woman walking her dog who at the sight of it had suffered a cardiac arrest. Her dog had run to get help but by the time people arrived the woman was dead just like the boy. And yet the first victim hadn't been half as bad as the next two. The killer abducted his victims from public places, lured them into his car unseen, and kept them locked in a small space deprived of food and light for about a week. The coroner had reported that the boys had been beaten, tortured and repeatedly raped.
Kurt hung up the phone when he'd taken down the coordinates and pushed down the righteous anger building up inside of him at the thought of what those boys had been put through and what he would do to the man responsible once he'd found him.
"Magnus get in here." He called out as he violently yanked his suit jacket of the back of his chair. Magnus poked his head into his office looking mildly affronted and worried at the same time while clutching a slippery pile of folders. "They found another one. Put down whatever you're doing, we're going to the crime scene."
Magnus turned a bit pale and nodded before dropping the folders on a nearby chair and turning around. Kurt followed him out the door and to the car after letting their boss know what had happened. Watching Magnus walk in front of him Kurt notice a distinctive slump of his shoulders when he usually held himself almost proudly. He knew his young partner was taking the case and the fate of the boys harder than the rest of the team. In the beginning he had thought it was due to his age and inexperience but now he suspected something deeper, darker. When Magnus looked at the pictures there was recognition in his eyes, understanding and an underlying anger that he tried to hide from his teammates. Almost like he knew what the boys had gone through and that disturbed Kurt more than it should have. The thought of Magnus having gone through something similar made his insides scream and he couldn't for the life of him figure out what warranted such a reaction.
He climbed into the car and Magnus did the same, his young face sullen and unusually quiet. Magnus glared at him when he caught him looking but it held none of its usual venom, only a hint of desperation and tiredness. Kurt pulled out of the lot and turned his attention to the road as the autumn landscape passed by in a flurry of auburn, orange and grey. They drove along the coastline and Magnus rolled down the window taking deep breaths of the cold air which smelled of recent rainfall. The wind rippled through his blond curls and Kurt found himself staring at the unusual yet cherubic beauty that was Magnus Martinsson.
"You're staring at me again."
"No, I'm not," Kurt answered a bit too quickly and felt himself blush as Magnus chuckled infuriatingly.
"I was looking out the window. I thought I saw an osprey," Kurt lied, cringing inwardly at how weak a lie it was.
"An osprey?" Magnus said incredulously and stared at him with and insolent smirk on his finely shaped lips. "Here? At this time of year?"
"I said I thought I saw one, not that I definitely saw one; now can we drop it?" Kurt growled, feeling less and less sorry for the young detective.
"You need to work on your lying." Magnus smirked and raised a suggestive eyebrow.
Of course he wouldn't drop it. "Magnus I was not looking at you! Give me one good reason why I should be looking at you. Get your head on straight." Kurt snarled and instantly regretted it when the smile slipped of Magnus' face and he once again looked sad and tired beyond his years.
"I'm sorry," Kurt tried hopelessly. "I didn't mean that. I'm just…It's this case, it's sucking the life out of me."
Kurt glanced at the other man in time to see him nod in silent agreement. Magnus cleared his throat but sounded a bit shaky when he spoke, "Where was this one found? The body…"
"By the road like the others. A biker found him; we've ruled him out as a suspect." Magnus nodded again and Kurt continued. "They haven't been able to determine the age of the victim yet. Apparently the face is…beyond recognition. But we know that the killer has a fairly wide range in regards of taste."
"Yes, the youngest boy was only twelve while the oldest was seventeen. Judging by the pictures the families provided us with the killer seems to go rather for the way they look than their age which is strange when it comes to these kinds of preferential predators as they usually keep to a certain age group." Magnus injected with a look of distaste as he flipped through the file in his lap concerning the previous murder.
Kurt glanced at his partner again, noting not for the first time the disturbing similarity between Magnus and the victims. If Magnus had only been a few years younger he would have been a spitting image of the second victim. Kurt wondered if that was why the case was affecting Magnus so hard. He hoped that that was the only reason and not something worse, both for his own sake as well as Magnus'.