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That Darn Cat

Magnus sets up his new office, works his first Official Case with the SBPD, impersonates a cat, annoys Alec, and meets some of Alec's family; all in all, it's a very productive few days.

Third part of my Magnus Bane- Psychic Detective Series

Notes:

Okay, here's the thing: The first part of this was basically a Pilot episode, introducing the main characters and getting them in the same general vicinity. The second was SUPPOSED to be a fluffy little one shot ( I love it but that is not what it became; though it was awful fluffy, I missed the one-shot thing by about 6k words)-This is kind of what I want the actual series to be. Something resembling case fics, mixed with Psych type antics, and enough drama to keep it is my very first attempt at an actual, case fic type thing, I really don't want to just copy the case from the Psych episode, but it may mirror it some, until I get a bit more work at this (honestly, half the time I'm as surprised as anyone else with where a story of mine goes (example. 8chapter, 9k, oneshot)

Enough of me talking.. Let's see where we end up with this one…

Chapter 1-

New Age, Old Issues

Summary:

Magnus begins to put together his Psychic Detective Agency, and has some fallout with his dad

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Flashback- Santa Barbra- 2005

"Magnus!"

"Well, hey there, biscuit!" Magnus laughed as the adorable 9 year old barreled into him, nearly knocking him over with a hug.

"Guess what?"

"What, darling?"

"I drew you a picture today at school" she said, proudly

"You did!"

"Uh huh, look. Oh, wait, just a second..." she said grabbing her backpack from the couch and rummaging through it, finally holding up a piece of paper in triumph.

"Ah, ha! Here it is!"

She turned back and held up the picture proudly. It had two figures; a taller one with neon green hair, and a little redheaded girl with freckles, both wearing big, identical grins. Magnus smiled, pushing a bit of his, currently, neon green hair, behind his ear.

"This is reallylovely, biscuit, thank you SO much" he said giving her a hug

She beamed

"I'm glad you like it, I wanted to add some sparkly stuff for your makeup and jewelry and everything, but the teacher wouldn't let me" she grumbled rolling her eyes, face falling slightly

Magnus chuckled at the eye-roll

She was learning well

"That's okay darling, it really is quite pretty; best picture of me I have, and you know I have a LOT of those" he said with a wink.

She laughed, then brightened

"Hey, I have my new gel pens; I bet I have some of those that I could use to add the sparklys!"

Magnus beamed, nodding enthusiastically,

"That's a wonderful idea, little one"

"Will you draw with me, too?" she asked, looking up at him hopefully

"Of course I will sweetheart…though, you have to promise not to laugh too much at mine; you know I am not nearly as good at this as you."

"That's okay, I can teach you" she said cheerfully, grabbing his hand and leading him over to the table with her art supplies

"Thank you, sweetheart" Magnus said softly with a warm smile settling down next to her, beginning to draw

"Magnus?"

"Yes, biscuit?"

"You're the best babysitter ever"

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Present Day

"Well, how about this?" Clary asked, showing Magnus a bright, pretty, prismatic type thing that looked quite a bit like a crystal ball. They were in Clarys' shop 'Wiccan Wishes'. It was a new age type store that was a haphazard mishmash of crystals, eclectic jewelry, and decorations, as well as different items and bric-a-brac featuring power symbols from diverse cultures and regions. There was also an apothecary type area with a variety of fresh and dried herbs and, basically, anything else any artistic, Wiccan or new age type individual could ever want or need.

Magnus really rather loved the shop; it was so random and unique.

He adored just coming in to visit Clary and losing himself wandering the isles, bouncing from various types of crystals and talismans to really unique, eye catching pieces that you couldn't find anywhere else. The walls were absolutely covered with various dream-catchers and wall hangings interspersed with Clarys own artwork. Everywhere you looked there were crystals hanging, casting prismatic rainbows whenever the sunlight from the shops windows caught.

Magnus always thought stepping into this shop was rather like having a glimpse into the endearing redheads mind; into her heart. All bright, warm and chaotic; A wonderful mix of new age ideology and artistic style that truly was one of a kind.

It really summed her up quite nicely.

They were currently wandering the isles; picking and choosing things to add to Magnus's soon to be opened "psychic detective agency"-Name Pending.

When he'd first told Clary about his new career she had laughed so hard she could barely stand; claiming that only Magnus could end up turning getting pulled in for questioning in a museum heist into a brand new career.

Which, well, that was true enough.

After her initial giggling fit was under control she had been excited; insisting that she would help him put together a convincing 'psychic' office and persona-

Though, he kind of wondered if she wasn't just trying to sell half her back stock to clear out some space.

It was rather a moot point though; ever since she was a child she'd pretty much had him wrapped around her little finger. All she had to do was give him that hopeful imploring look with those big green eyes and he was rather powerless to deny her.

He'd started babysitting her when she was just 7, before he was even in high school himself, his very first job. Over the years he'd grown to think of her almost as a little sister, and one of his best friends-

Certainlyhis nicest best friend;

He still swears Raphael is, And always has been, a cranky old man, trapped in a much younger body.

"That's lovely, biscuit, add it to the rest."

He drifted over towards the jewelry; this was easily his favorite part of the shop, well next to Clary, of course. Most of the jewelry Clary had made herself (she really was quite talented). All of it was completely unique, completely original.

He picked up two, quite striking rings- one was black and seemed to almost shimmer; it had a dark, midnight blue stone encircled by tiny, brilliant, fire orange ones. The other one almost seemed to be the mirror image of it. The gold gleamed in the light, with the small blue stones almost looking black unless the light caught it just right, the brilliant, orange stone in the center seemed to nearly take on an unearthly glow.

He smiled a bit; the girl really was an artist.

A bright, cheerful giggle stopped Magnus's musings. He turned to Clary.

"What is it biscuit?"

"I was just thinking; you really couldn't of thought of a better lie. You already have the look down" she said gesturing to him, with warm laugh.

He glanced over catching his reflection in an ornate standing mirror. He had on a deep violet shirt with a slightly shimmery black rose pattern with the top three buttons left undone, leaving room to see the four necklaces of varying lengths he'd added. He'd paired them with a black studded belt and tight black jeans, which almost looked like leather. He'd added three rings, and his favorite ear-cuff. He had used his Brilliant Violet highlighter on his hair today, and had a similar shade of eyeliner to match, using a cool violet-pink lip-gloss with just a slight shimmer to complete the look.

He just shrugged, chuckling a bit,

She kind of had him, there.

"Though you couldadd a bit more jewelry; you know, if you want to reallysell it"

Magnus laughed, giving her a mock suspicious look, raising an eyebrow

"Clarissa Fray; I'm starting to think you're just trying to dupe me into buying out your entire store!"

"Oh, no, I wouldn't do that… never" she said with a way too innocent look (Magnus is really quite proud- he taught her that look, after all)

He tried to keep looking serious, but failed, finally just giving into the laugh he couldn't keep in. Giving a mock eye roll and huff

"Trying to take advantage of your best friend, what is this world coming to?" he mock grumbled, then shrugged, and added both rings, along with a few other pieces to, what was now, his very sizable stock pile.

At this rate he'll be lucky if he can get it all in one trip.

"Now about those crystals..."

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He does actually manage to bring all his items in one trip to his new Office; though it is a bit of a struggle.

It's a somewhat small office set in an old storefront; he thinks at one time it had been everything from a drycleaners, a hair salon, to a Thai take away place. He has a vague recollection of seeing a pet grooming place and a portrait studio at this spot as well; really Psychic Detective Agency fits right in with the rest.

He bought it a few days ago. As of yet he hasn't worked any current cases for the SBPD; chief Garroway having him combing over cold cases seeing if his 'psychic' abilities could come up with anything new for the last three weeks.

He had a few hits, a few new leads, and was actually able to give them some information to close a few. It really was quite exhilarating, at first…

But it was getting a bit old.

He really wanted to work a current, ongoing case. Luke had assured him that it would happen; it just might take a bit more time. Detective Lightwood was rather determined to keep him off of the current cases.

Magnus rolled his eyes slightly; the man was very attractive and really quiet interesting, buthe really was becoming a bit of a pain, constantly putting up roadblocks. He never, for a second bought the 'psychic' thing; would constantly tell people he was Not psychic. It was becoming somewhat annoying.

He was, however, quite fun to play with.

With him, Magnus always felt like he had to be on his toes. It was rather exciting; really, Magnus never really knew which version of Alec he'd get. One minute the guy was confident, and determined, sometimes boarding on stoic, at others, he was sarcastic and cool, with a rather dry sense of humor that had a tendency to pleasantly surprise Magnus.

He was rather fun to argue with as well; he didn't back down and gave as good as he got. It was rather thrilling; he'd found himself more than a few times arguing points that he didn't even believe himself, just to get a rise out of the detective.

His favorite version of Alec (Alexander, he had found out, much to his delight- it just fit the man so well) was when Magnus would catch the guy off guard; throw him off balance, leaving him blushing and stuttering;

It was just so cute!

Magnus can't help a bit of a chuckle, remembering the first time he'd seen the detective so flustered, when he'd attempted to interrogate Magnus about a museum heist. It really would be quite fun if he got to work with the detective on a more regular basis. As it was, he just saw him a few times as he was going to talk to the chief about some of the old cases. He really needed to find a way to get on a case with Alec.

Magnus was pulled from his musings by the sound of the office door opening. He turned, and sighed.

"Hey, dad, how are things?" he asked sarcastically with a fake, overly cheery tone

Henry shrugged faintly,

"Oh, you know, good. Ran into an old buddy of mine who works in the records office at SBPD"

"Well, isn't that's nice?"

Henry nodded, glancing around the shop

"Yeah, it was…really great catching up. He told me about his son the doctor, and showed me pictures of his new granddaughter"

"How lovely"

Henry nodded wide eyed, before zeroing in on his son,

"Yeah, then, funny thing? He congratulated me on my son, the psychic, working at the precinct. Asked me when you're new Agency would be up and running."

"Well isn't that sweet of him? Let him know it should be up within the week"

Henry sighed, shaking his head,

"Magnus; what are you doing?"

He rolled his eyes, raising his eyebrow

"I'm opening a psychic detective agency and working with the SBPD…

Really, we just went over this"

Henry shook his head, folding his arms, and leveled Magnus with his standard 'angry and disappointed' look

"So, what? you're just going to go around making a fool of yourself, of the department?"

"I'm not; I'm being a detective- just like we both wanted" Magnus argued

Henry gives a rather harsh laugh

"Thisis not what I wanted."

"Well; this is about the closest I'm getting. Thisis a way I can be a detective, work cases and solve crimes; and I can do it as myself- that is all I've ever wanted." Magnus glared, facing him down

Henry raised his eyebrow, mouth set in a firm line, crossing his arms challengingly

"What if I go to the chief? Report you… this is fraud." Henry countered

Magnus sighed; started to turn, to walk away from Henry. He didn't even want to look at the man anymore.

It didn't even surprise him, really.

"Why do you even care, anyways? Why would it even matter to you?" he demanded, shaking his head faintly

"What do you mean?"

Magnus turns back, locking eyes with him, giving a somewhat cruel laugh:

"Dad, we have oneawkward, usually silent, dinner a month. When I decided not to be a detective, you, pretty much, decided to stop being a father"

He paused, taking a deep breath, shaking his head somewhat defeatedly,

"I-It's fine…I've adjusted, I have accepted it. You stopped caring what I was doing a long time ago; why don't we just keep that up. I don't expect you to accept me; I sure as hell don't expect you to approve. I gave up on anything like that years ago…"

He closed his eyes, rubbing his temples, leaned his head back, resting against the door, and placed his hand on the doorknob, pausing,

"But is it really so much to ask for you not to actively, purposefully take away my one chance at something I've wanted my entire life? Is that really too much for me to ask of my father?

J-Just stay out of it, ignore it, pretend it doesn't exist… You should be good at that…

God knows you've had enough practice at this point."

Magnus quietly opens the door and walks out, leaving Henry standing alone in the Office.

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I know this is a bit of an emotional whiplash kinda thing, and maybe it should have been two chapters, but it just seems to work for me. I know it gets kind of angsty and broody; but I really want to be able to have Magnus and Henrys relationship rebuild and strengthen throughout this series; once again, similar to the show. I actually want to try to expand what I can do right now- I love Fluff and Humor (and, let's be real, that's probably where 75-80% of this is gonna be) but I do want to try some more serious stuff as well. I really want this to feel like the show (you know, before it turned into "What Random Trope can we throw at the audience this week; really that worked? Okaayy..") I want a good balance of humor, heart, case fic, and emotional moments, maybe even a bit of darker moments, just to really even things out- at least this is my goal.

Anyway… Onto the actual Case part of the case fic….

O16O

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