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Chapter 2

Merlin pulled up to his apartment building in his blue BMW at about four o'clock that afternoon. Dropping his head back against the seat, he sighed. God, that Pendragon is such a clod pole! Who does he think he is? Just because he is one of the best in the business doesn't mean he can treat other people like shit.

He shook his head. And now he was going to have to be around him for as long as this case goes on. Hopefully, it will be one of the short ones. Merlin would be happy if he never saw Arthur ever again.

He opened the door to his apartment and dumped the keys on the side table. Taking off his jacket, he looked around, hoping to find sight of his roommate.

"Gwen?" He called out.

"Yeah, I'm in here Merlin," she called in the direction of the kitchen. God, was she trying to cook again? He walked into the kitchen to see half the cupboard on the bench.

"Gwen, I thought I told you that I will do the cooking in this house."

"I'm not going to burn the place down Merlin, relax. I just thought you would have liked a sandwich, after you texted me saying you missed lunch."

Merlin smiled.

"Well then, how can I reject a perfectly good sandwich? It is… a good sandwich right? I don't want to be poisoned after I just got a new assignment."

"Oh yeah that's right," said Gwen, pushing the sandwich over to Merlin who had now taken a seat at the bench, "how's it going?"

"It's going fine. Apart from the fact that my new partner hates me." Gwen grimaced.

"Really? Well that's not too good then. Do I know them? Maybe I could give them one. You know me Merlin, you know I would."

"Gwen, calm down," Merlin said. She sighed.

"Sorry Merlin, but I just don't like seeing people hurt you all the time. You are too nice for your own good. So tell me about this… guy I presume." Merlin nodded.

"Yeah, his name is Arthur."

"Arthur Pendragon. THE Arthur Pendragon. Oh God Merlin, you really hit the jackpot with that one. He is really hot!"

"Gwen," Merlin groaned.

"What sorry, I was just saying. So, is he being a complete dick to you or something?"

"Thinks he can do it all for himself. He's just… so supercilious."

"That's a big word Merlin. Do you even know what it means?"

"Yes I do Gwen. Just because you're a journalist doesn't mean you can correct my grammar all the time."

"Of course, but I still can, just for fun," Gwen said, "So what are you going to do now?"

"Just get this assignment over as soon as possible so I can get away from him."

"Really? I'd want to be around him for as long as possible. Are his arms really that big in real life?"

"Gwen! No! God no. I don't care how big his arms are. He's… he's Arthur Pendragon, the biggest prat in the detective world. Everyone knows it. And no one has ever been close to him."

"Well I don't know," Gwen said, "As much as I hate the guy, with this new assignment and all…"

"Gwen it's not going to happen."

"Ok Merlin, whatever you say," Gwen replied sarcastically and disappeared into the lounge. Merlin sat there shaking his head.

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Arthur sat at his desk drinking his low fat, skim milk, triple shot, and no sugar cappuccino reading a book: "How to Avoid the Annoying".

"Arthur," a voice outside his office called, quickly accompanied by a banging at the door. God, why didn't the book work in real life?

"Yes, come in Morgana."

Morgana strode into the room like it was her own office, carrying a large bundle of papers with her.

"A hello would be nice Arthur. You know I have been working with you for a long time."

Arthur rolled his eyes. "Hello Morgana."

"That's better," she said, "Ok I have the information and reports you wanted."

"Just put them over there," Arthur said, waving to another desk in the corner. Morgana walked over and placed them on it. He would look at them later. Morgana strode over to Arthur's desk and sat on the edge. Arthur cleared his throat and she quickly hopped off, settling for a chair just to the side of it.

"So was that new guy the one that's going to be working on the case with you?"

"Unfortunately," Arthur replied, "He's name is Merlin."

"Fascinating name. Not one you hear everyday don't you think Arthur?" Morgana said.

"Yeah, whatever."

"He's cute too."

"Morgana!" Arthur yelled. That was something he did not want to hear about… him!

"What he is? If you don't take a crack at him, I just might."

"I am not going to take a crack at him."

"Why not?" Morgana said, "He seems like your type."

"You know nothing about my type," Arthur said through his teeth.

In truth, Arthur did not have a type. He did not need a relationship. He did not need anybody. He was fine on his own. And if he was ever going to even think about starting a relationship with someone, it was definitely, positively, not-going-to-be-that-raven-haired-man.

"Whatever you say Arthur, you are not fine on your own," Morgana said.

"I am perfectly fine on my own," Arthur replied.

"No you aren't. I have not seen you eat or drink anything other than cappuccinos for weeks now. You never come out with us anymore. Its always work with you. Your father might not care, but some of us here do."

"You leave my father out of this," Arthur growled.

"You know I don't care what your father thinks," Morgana snapped, "after everything he has done to you."

"He's done nothing," Arthur said.

"Exactly!"

Arthur stood up.

"I think you should leave Morgana," Arthur said strongly.

"But Arthur-"

"Please," he looked at her, "Just go."

Morgana hesitated before walking slowly out of the room. Arthur sat down and picked up his cappuccino but then hesitated. Was he really going off the rails, or was Morgana just being her controlling and nosy self? Arthur looked over at his book. Nope, Morgana is just being annoying.

"And Arthur," Morgana said peeping through the door.

"What is it Morgana?" She looked down at her feet.

"Just think about what I said… ok?" Arthur sighed.

"Fine." Morgana smiled slightly before closing the door behind her. It was quickly opened again as Lance walked in.

"So boss, where do we go from here?"

"Well, go and get those files from over there and then we can see what we can do."

"Good idea boss," Lance said walking over to the table, groaning as he picked up the pile of papers. Arthur chuckled.

"C'mon Lance, they can't be that heavy. Even Morgana could carry them in."

"I don't know about her boss. With that mouth and nerve of hers, she was probably a man in a past life."

Arthur shook his head walking over to Lance and taking the files from him. Lance nodded his thanks and sat down next to Arthur.

"So we read these and then tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow, we go around looking for evidence more closely."

Lance nodded. Arthur stood up.

"I need a coffee."

"I'll get it for you."

"No you start organising these into evidence, history and newspaper clippings. Then we can eliminate irrelevant information." Lance nodded.

"On it boss." Arthur walked out.

"Oh," Arthur turned around, "and we need to get that Merlin guy tomorrow. He has to come with us."

"He has to come with us, or you want him to come with us?" Lance said smiling. Arthur rolled his eyes for the second time that evening.

"Just… make sure he's there ok?" Arthur shut the door behind him. Lance turned back to the papers.

"Whatever you say boss," and he went back to his task.

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