*Author's note: Hey guys, starting another fic because I can just never finish any of my works. ;^; Uh for anyone who's read the Kings' Insanity don't worry, it's not gonna be as messed up as that one (I write stuff that makes people go "wtf" when I'm out of ideas k? XDXD). For you wonderful wonderful human beings who have read through this little note just a reminder that reviews are the fuel for writing! If I get one review on a chapter I'll likely update early! For now, I'll try to update every two weeks. Alright, enough blabbering, please enjoy this work! P.S. I will change the horrendous title once my brain decides to work for me again.*

Arthur sipped his coffee with a scowl as the pitter-patter of a winter shower resonated around him. His eyes followed the synchronized window wipers back and forth as he contemplated and regretted every decision he has made in his life to get him in this position.

He's been shot at, spit on, beat up, kicked, scratched, stabbed, cut, knocked down, punched, and pepper sprayed (with his own pepper spray), all the while wearing a suit which earned him the title of Detective constable, the lowest rank of the CID and sent off as a patrol officer.

A patrol officer.

Then, amidst all his self-pitying, something caught his eye.

It might be the girl's luck that she was wearing such alarmingly gargantuan glasses which almost immediately caught Arthur's attention. But as she disappeared from Arthur's vision behind a large blue van from across the street, the stream of people from the sidewalk parted all their faces pale with horror before the blue van took off with a squeal of tires.

Everything was normal, except the fact that the girl with the huge glasses had now vanished

Without another thought Arthur started his car and stomped on the gas pedal as he chased the blue van down the street.

The van immediately noticed Arthur's pursuit and started veering past other vehicles to get forward. The smirk on Arthur's face only grew bigger. Definitely guilty.

The van twisted and turned in hopes of losing Arthur but Arthur's small Chevrolet (it was ancient, Arthur had no idea how the van wasn't outrunning him) was far easier to maneuver and since the path was already "cleared" by the van in front, it wasn't hard to see that Arthur was catching up by the second.

50 meters… 30 meters…

Arthur rolled his car window down before taking out his gun. Switching the safety off, he took his aim at the van's tire.

This was the moment Arthur's brain decided that it would be great to remind Arthur that he only had one bullet left in his gun.

So he steadied himself, took a deep breath, pulled the trigger and prayed for the best.

Apparently, God was busy at that moment because the bullet went straight for the tank of the van instead of its intended destination.

But to Arthur's pleasant surprise the car started swerving and eventually screeched to a stop with a violent jerk.

Arthur slid out of his car quickly and started approaching the van with his gun pointed at it. He could only hope that he could pull off the "I'm-a-rough-tough-police-with-a-fully-loaded-gun" act.

Turns out his self doubt was a complete waste of time because before he could open his mouth the van had already burst into flames in front of him before a mini explosion lit up the whole street.

"Shit."

"Detective constable Pendragon, how many times—

"Yes, yes, I should never act alone, especially without reporting."

"Pendragon! A young innocent lady had perished because of you."

"But you heard the forensics report, no human remains were found within the explosion! She's still out there, I know it."

The superintendent narrowed her eyes at Arthur before sneering. "Maybe there's nothing left of her to find. You'd do better as the "prince" of Camelot Mr. Pendragon."

Arthur took a deep breath. "Ma'am, please, if you'd give me five days…"

"What, you'll find the girl? Sorry but she's already found in that van you blew up yourself."

"Ma'am, I'll quit for good if I don't find her in 120 hours."

"Make it 72 hours."

Arthur bit his lips before quickly releasing it. "Deal."

The superintendent left with a curt nod and a smug smile slathered across her face leaving a very troubled Arthur sighing behind her almost bony silhouette.

"Looks like you'll need help."

Arthur quickly turned around at the unfamiliar voice. A lanky young man stood in front of him wearing a red and blue scarf, a black top lined with golden threads in several places and a captain's hat to top it all off. Quite frankly, his clothing was ridiculous.

"You're in the wrong place for Comic Con." Arthur raised an eyebrow as he crossed his arms.

The young man in front of him just rolled his eyes. "Nice to meet you too."

"So are you an officer I haven't met yet? Because civilians aren't allowed in the crime scene."

"Merlin Emrys, probably the greatest wizard you'll ever meet." Merlin extended a hand which Arthur took with a jeering look on his face.

"Well then, meet your King Arthur. Merlin."

"Your name is Arthur Pendragon? This must be destiny!" Arthur tried to look for even a trace of sarcasm on Merlin's face but all he could see was genuine surprise and wonder.

"Destiny yes. So-so what's your occupation?' Arthur's brows furrowed. The young man in front of him was beginning to really worry him because he seemed to be dead serious about everything he's said.

"Auror from the Ministry of Magic."

"Ok, I'll repeat myself. You're really in the wrong place for Comic Con sir."

Merlin just groaned. "Of course you wouldn't believe me, you're just a muggle… but I thought that you'd, you know believe me since you're—

"I'm what?"

"You're blond, you've got a unpractical sense of justice, you're arrogant and probably a prat-hey, don't interrupt me, I can tell just by talking to you—

"What are you trying to say?"

"You're practically the reincarnation of King Arthur himself!"

Arthur sighed heavily pinching the bridge of his nose. "I'm sure there are millions of people out there that fits your description. Look, just because my parents thought "hey look at our last name, would be a shame if we didn't name him Arthur!" doesn't automatically make me King Arthur."

Merlin just nodded earnestly. "I know, but there's something about you Arthur… I just can't put a finger on it."

"Well you definitely don't need to tell me when you've put your finger on it. I need to go examine the crime scene if I don't want to lose my job."

Arthur meant to leave the strange young man behind as he turned away to go examine the scene.

But things don't always go as planned.

As he bent down to examine the strange powder left everywhere a figure appeared behind him without warning.

"Floo powder…"

Arthur jumped a little at the sudden voice behind him. "How are you still here?"

"No one except for you seems to be too bothered by me." Merlin shrugged as he started scooping a little bit of the powder into a little Ziploc bag which he seemed to have conjured out of no where.

"Yes because no one except for me is treating this like a crime scene. Look, I don't know why you think you'll be able to help me because you can't. This is my job, not yours. You're an "Auror" whatever that is, so I suggest you stay out of this."

"First of all, this is my job, I'm an Auror which in simple terms, a police officer of the magical world. Second of all, I know that girl's out there too so if you don't want to lose your job I suggest you work with me. There are things that you can't even imagine at work here, the disappearance of this young lady is only a miniscule part of the grand scheme of things." Merlin countered his patience running lower by the second.

Arthur's had enough. "Well, if you really are a wizard, do a little incantation or something before you see that you're clearly insane which makes it my duty to send you to a mental—

"WINGARDIUM LEVIOSA."

This was the third time Arthur had been stunned speechless in his life. He was actually levitating three meters off the ground in front of a heaving Merlin with what seemed to be a wand pointed at him.

"I. Am. Not. Mental."

With a flick of the wand Merlin dropped Arthur to the ground and stormed away.

Arthur's brain turned on again after sitting dumbfounded on the ground for three seconds.

Crap crap crap crap.

he just angered an actual wizard.

"Hey, Merlin? Merlin!"

Arthur scrambled up on his feet chasing after the wizard who was getting farther and farther away.

"Merlin, look, I… apologize for what I said to you. It's just magic doesn't exist here… It's hard for us- uh non-magical—

"Muggles."

"What?"

"We call you "non-magical people" muggles."

"Now that's just offensive."

"What?"

"You can't just name us as a horrible brand of mugs." Arthur put on an expression of offense but it wasn't long before they both burst into laughter.

"So, am I forgiven? O' greatest wizard I'll probably ever meet?" Arthur feigned a bow looking up at Merlin who had a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

"I'll take it under consideration."

"Merlin!"

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