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Chapter 3-
Uniforms Don't work for Everyone
Summary:
Magnus sees Alec, He is just absolutely perfect...Then he starts talking
Notes:
Okay couple things: I wanted a partner for Alec, who would end up leaving -similar to what happened with Lassiter's partner in the first episode. He's just a random OC, He's a jackass. He is in a bit of a relationship with Alec, but that'll end by the next chapter, so I didn't even bother tagging it. He's not going to be around enough for me to even bother finding a character to base him on.
I named Him Dax Ramsey,
because I was looking up name meanings and those two made me laugh the most
Dax= Badger
Ramsey=Island on which garlic Grows
I Mean, it sounds like a cool detective name, but really, Garlic Badger, was the big selling point.
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Magnus-Magnus-Magnus-Magnus-Magnus *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*Normally he would of headed straight to the station, but the abruptness of the detective brought out his petty side. He decided to swing by Dot's house to see how the night at the club had gone. She had been his manager at Pandemonium for over two years, was great at dealing with all the unpleasant, headache inducing aspects of the club.
She came off as a cute, funny, almost modern day hippy type when you first met her, and she was, as long as you stayed on her good side. Magnus felt sorry for people who underestimated her. The woman was a force of nature when angered. She was strong, protective, and fierce, with a temper that could truly be terrifying. She had a knack for cutting someone down with a few words; completely stopping them in their tracks… it was truly a sight to behold. Magnus had seen her bring more than a few arrogant, entitled jackasses, crooked contractors/workers, and wannabe tough guys to tears.
As Magnus pulled into the drive he saw her locking the door, absently typing on her phone. She was wearing a cute, gauzy, flowered, sunny yellow top with some faded blue jeans and bright, strappy gold heels. Her dark hair was pulled into a loose, high ponytail, with some strands escaping and framing her face. She had large gold hoops in her ears and a pretty necklace with a rhinestone butterfly pendant. She looked lovely;
She also looked way more dressed up than she usually did in her off time.
He strides up the walk.
"Well, hello gorgeous, and just what are you up to?" Magnus teased, lightly.
Seemingly startled, she glanced up, just now realizing his presence.
Curious, she was usually pretty observant. Now Magnus was intrigued.
"Hey, Mags, Did you need something? I'm actually heading out, I have a brunch date with Lilly" She said, blushing slightly.
"Oh, really?"
This actually was news. She'd had more than a bit of a crush on the pretty Goth girl for a while now.
"Yeah, she asked me for my number last night, and texted this morning, so, I don't know, maybe she likes me…"
Magnus huffed, rolling his eyes playfully,
"Darling, of course she does! She'd be a fool not to. And I told you; the only reason she comes to the club is to talk to you. If she ever comes in and you're off she stays ten minutes, tops. When you're there she stays almost till we close." Magnus reassured.
"You think?" she asked, with a faintly hopefully smile.
"I know"
"So, did you need anything, or was this just a visit? I don't mean to rush off, but, well, you know…" She shrugged, cheeks flushing lightly
He chuckled, waving her off,
"No, darling, it's fine; just putting off something unpleasant."
She looks perplexed "What are you putting off? That's really not like you. Usually ether you just run at things head on, or avoid them entirely."
Magnus chuckles, with a slight nod
Well…She had him there
"Well, much as I'd like to do the latter, I don't think the SBPD would be too happy with that."
Dot gasped, "You have to go to the police station!? What happened? What did you do? Is this something about the club? Are they hassling you about something, or trying to say something illegal is going on there? Because if they are, they are WRONG!
I know what kind of things go on in some of the places around here, but I have worked too damn hard to keep that crap out of Pandemonium. I'm coming with you, they're not pulling this; I'll just let Lilly know that I can't make brunch, maybe we can do dinner or something…"
Magnus shook his head quickly,
"Whoa, whoa, wait, calm down! Cool it, It's not about the club", Magnus rushed out, hands up in an appeasing motion.
"Well then, what the hell is it?" She demanded
"It's nothing, really. I called in, what was supposed to be, an anonymous tip, and they have a few follow up questions, that's all. It probably won't even take too long, I was just procrastinating because the Detective I talked to on the phone seemed rude and demanding, and I refuse to seem like the type to just jump when someone says, you know that." He smiled reassuringly.
She still seemed hesitant; he gave her a gentle, encouraging smile, shaking his head faintly.
"Sweetheart; it will be fine. Go on your date, sweep her off her feet. You can call me this evening and tell me all about it…
Or tomorrow, depending on how well the date goes" he teased, with a playful, cheeky wink.
She rolled her eyes, blushing faintly, smacking him on the shoulder
"Oh, shut up. Not all of us move at your speed, you know?"
He chuckled, giving a faint shrug,
"Eh, life's too short not to go for what you really want" he said with a carless wave.
"But, you're sure, really…
This is nothing?"
Magnus nodded once more,
"Positive darling, It is nothing to concern yourself with, just a slight annoyance, nothing more." He reassured, leaning over, kissing her cheek.
Linking his arm with hers he began walking with her towards their cars. Reaching them he squeezed her arm slightly, giving her one more bright, encouraging smile.
"Go, and have a great time…
I'll talk to you later, enjoy your date. You look beautiful, sweetheart."
She blushed faintly, with a bright, charmingly hopeful smile.
"Thanks Mags"
"Anytime."
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Magnus-Magnus-Magnus-Magnus-Magnus *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*After a stop for a manicure, a quick coffee, and a, far longer, trip to Sephora, Magnus finally arrived at the police station just before 2:30. He traveled up the steps and into the precinct, some flashes of his childhood coming back. He'd visited his dad many times here when he was on the force. He'd always wanted Magnus to be a cop, and for a while, Magnus had considered it.
He liked the work. Absolutely loved the idea of helping people, and really did get a kick out of investigating and solving a really absorbing mystery… but it was simply far too stifling.
The idea of going into a place like this every day, sitting at a desk, typing up reports? Just the thought of it made him itchy.
And having to wear the same thing every day?
That was horrifying; plus, he doubted they'd be too willing to let him wear makeup, and he figured jewelry and glitter were completely out of the question. That was the clincher, really.
He could deal with the reports and such, but so much of who he was, was tied up in how he put himself together. He prided himself on his sense of style and flair. He loved to play with his look, never being afraid to stand out, quite the contrary. He'd always thought that how you present yourself says a lot about who you are. He dressed exactly how he wanted because, as far as he was concerned, his appearance was his business, no one else's. If someone didn't like it…well, that really wasn't his problem…
He wasn't about to censor himself or feel uncomfortable in his own skin just to make some closed minded, bigoted, idiot feel better in theirs.
One of his favorite things about his appearance was that he could usually tell really quickly what kind of person someone was, simply by the way they reacted when they first saw him.
After all; A guy in bright colors, makeup and glitter wasn't really something a lot of people were used to seeing. It took a lot of people out of their comfort zone, which had a tendency to reveal their true colors.
He turns slowly, taking in the room. It never really changed, just the faces around it. He glanced briefly towards where his dads' desk used to be, before he'd finally retired.
There was a rookie there now.
He had to be a rookie;
The guy barely looked old enough to be out of high school. He had glasses and slightly tousled light brown hair that he had made an attempt to style, though now it was falling and given to curl slightly. The uniform just did not seem to fit this kid; he reminded Magnus of a child playing dress up.
He had a wonderfully sweet smile and was actually pretty adorable, but Magnus simply couldn't imagine him actually being any kind of authority figure. As Magnus watched he moved to grab a cup off his desk and fumbled, knocking a stack of folders off, sending papers flying. He blushed brilliantly, hurriedly scrambling to gather the papers. He vaguely reminded Magnus of a puppy.
Maybe he just looked so helpless and endearing that criminals ended up giving in so as not to upset him?
"Excuse me, can I help you?" A stern, serous female voice called from nearby, interrupting Magnus' musings.
He looked over, seeing it was the uniformed officer working at the front desk.
Magnus nodded
"Yes please, I'm here to see a detective Lightwood?"
"He's actually out at the moment, but should be back shortly, you can wait at his desk if you like", she offered, directing him to a desk that was a bit away from the others.
"Thank you so much" he nodded, gracing her with a charming smile.
He turned starting towards the desk, then veered over towards the desk were the young officer was still picking up the scattered papers. Magnus stooped down, beginning to gather the papers as well.
"Oh, thank you so much! Sorry about the mess...I'm trying to get them all up, I swear I'm not usually this clumsy I just c-" He trailed off, finally looking up, catching sight of Magnus.
"Wow… you're not a cop" he blurted, then instantly flushed.
Magnus burst out laughing, surprised, and instantly charmed by his reaction,
The boy was simply adorable!
"Certainly not, darling; though I did actually consider it for a while, but that look is just a bit too drab for me."
"Yeah, totally" The guy-glancing at his name tag, Officer Lewis- stammered, nodding somewhat frantically
"So, Officer Lewis, how have you liked your first two years with this department?"
The guy looked shocked,
"Hey, how'd you know that?" he asked, amazed
"I'm psychic" Magnus joked.
He began to say more, but was distracted when an absolutely stunning man walked into the station. He was completely perfect...
Well, okay…
Looking at the cheap, ill fitting suit he wore he had no fashion sense whatsoever… but that can be fixed.
Magnus did always love a project.
He was tall; a good few inches taller than Magnus, and had slightly messy black hair that fell just slightly in his eyes, and wow, Even from here they were absolutely breathtaking. A beautiful light pear color that seemed almost to be a mix of too many colors to settle on just one.
Magnus has always had a weakness for that dark hair, light eyes combo.
He was talking to someone next to him who said something that made the guy smile and…
Oh wow…
Whoa, that was utterly breathtaking.
It was like his whole face lit up…he was gorgeous.
"…And the whole thing just kind of exploded and ink went everywhere, my face was blue for a week!" Officer Lewis, who, apparently, had been rambling for the entire time that Magnus' mind had just stalled, finished.
"Who is that?" Magnus asked
"Hmm? Oh, that's Detective Lightwood."
Magnus instantly perked up,
"That, is Alec Lightwood?" Magnus asked, excited
Okay, this may not be such a bad thing after all.
Officer Lewis nodded animatedly,
"Yeah, he's a really great detective, best on the force…We're kinda friends" He boasted, proudly,
"Well…he almost got my name right the last time we talked… And he only rolled his eyes twice when I was asking him about information on the Kinsey case last week so…Umm…" he kind of trailed off,
Magnus tried to think of something to say to reassure the guy, but then...Then Alec looked up and right at Magnus and their eyes locked.
Alecs' eyes widened slightly in surprise, he seemed kind of taken aback, his gaze moving over Magnus, seemly of their own accord. There was definitely an appreciative look there;
Mmm…that was very promising.
Alec began making his way to Magnus.
Damn…
The closer he got the better looking he was. He seemed really fit, and a brief thought that yeah, this guy could totally pull off the uniform thing…And, no, his mind absolutely did not run away with THAT idea…
And even if it did, you can't prove anything-
Plus, well, can you blame him?
Yeah, this guy was perfect…
Then he had to start talking and ruin it.
"Vice is actually down the hall, in the other part of the building."
Wait, what?!
"Excuse, me?!" Magnus demand
He distantly registers Officer Lewis making an 'eep' type sound and a hasty retreat, but that's of no importance.
Detective Lightwood shakes his head slightly,
"Look, I'm sorry if the uniforms have been hassling you or something but you really do need to take that up with their department."
"Y-you, think I look like some kind of prostitute? Seriously?!" Magnus screeches.
"Uh, umm, I, um...No?" Alec stammers,
In any other situation Magnus might find that cute or endearing, but now he's just pissed.
"Well, it's not like it's that crazy of a guess" a snotty, condescending voice chimes in. Magnus whirls to face the voice.
Vaguely recognizing him as the guy Alec had been talking to when he came in. He's a bit taller than Magnus, with blondish hair and dark green eyes. He'd be attractive if his features weren't a bit too sharp and he didn't have that condescending little smirk. As it was he just looked like someone you'd want to punch.
Magnus decided it probably wouldn't be a good idea to deck someone in the middle of the police station…But man was it tempting.
He steadfastly put the thought out of his mind. This jackass simply was not worth the effort…and he most certainly wasn't worth risking his new manicure.
"So, who are you anyways?"
"Magnus Bane; and just who the hell are you?" Magnus snaps
"Detective Dax Ramsey" He sneered, pointedly NOT offering his hand for a shake.
"So, what, on your way to a costume party or something? Halloween's quite a ways away yet."
"Now listen hear you pompous, egotistical, close-minded little-"
"OKAY, that's enough" Alec cuts him off, stepping between the other two men.
He glances over, shaking his head slightly
"Just stop, D…don't make this any worse." he says quietly to the other detective.
Oh… So that's how it is.
Hmm…
Turning back to Magnus, Alec gives him a faintly apologetic look, than tilts his head, recognition dawning,
"Magnus Bane? You're the one who called in the museum tip, right?"
"Yes, and you are the one that woke me up at an ungodly hour to pester me for trying to do a good deed. Are we all on the same page now?" He retorted, shifting, glancing over at Dax,
"If memory serves, they have a few sets of crayons at the front desk for when children are in. Do we need to get them to draw a picture so you can follow along as well?" Magnus smiled sweetly.
Dax started back at Magnus, but Alec once again stopped him, placing a hand on his arm. He leans in and whispers something to Dax who nods and walks off towards the records room.
Alec turns once again towards Magnus:
"Mr. Bane, thank you for coming in. I do apologize for the mistake on my part. I hope you won't hold it against me. We had a few things we need to clear up about the robbery, If you'll follow me we can get this all straightened out."
He turns rigidly walking towards a hall off to the side of the room.
Magnus follows, blatantly checking him out…
Well, at least he'll have something pretty to look at.
O18O
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