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Magnus POV

That fucking bastard locked me on the goddamn roof. I jiggle the handle of the door but to no avail. I glance around at my surroundings, trying to understand how fucked I am. I feel around in my pockets for my flashlight and pull out the small but bright flashlight I always have on me. Click, a small burst of light illuminates the roof. I quickly walk over to the fire escape with heavy dread.

I shine my light down on what someone would only call the shittiest ladder of all time. It's a miracle we didn't break the damn thing on the way up. The entire ladder is coated with brown rust, the top that attaches to the building appears to be holding on by the tiniest of hairs. A mouse couldn't make it down this ladder, much less 180 pounds of me.

I growl, cursing the gods the day Mr. Infuriatingly Sexy Voice decided he wanted to become a drug dealer. I spin around looking for other ways off this infernal roof. My phone is getting increasingly heavier in my pocket. After briefly considering jumping, breaking the door down, and taking my chances with the ladder, I pull my phone out and I call Catarina. "Magnus?" She answers bright and cheery as if she already knows that she's saving my balls. I try not to groan with annoyance.

"Cat? Could you do me a small favor…?"

I promise to answer all of Catarina's questions when I haven't been locked on a roof for an hour, and get out of her car. I trudge up the stairs of my apartment, shivering from the cold. The roof was colder than the fucking 9th circle of hell, so as I unlock the door to my apartment I'm in a pretty shitty mood. I flip on the lights, and everything fades away. My day is no longer shitty and I am no longer freezing, because standing in the middle of my apartment is an honest to God angel.

Adrian is standing in middle of my apartment, completely naked. Every particle, every neuron, every atom of my very being is alive. He smirks at me as he sees my face. "Get over he-" Adrian starts, but I practically leap over to him and cut him off. My clothes, my gun, my badge all hit the floor and I'm just me again. I'm just Magnus. Adrian's hot mouth is against my lips, my neck, my chest. This is my heroin. This is my relief, my addiction, my sanctuary.

Adrian hauls me over his shoulder and carries me to my bedroom.

Being naked in bed, after hot sex is really the best thing on earth. I really don't want to leave but I need some water. Gently moving the comforter, I stand and stretch. Yawning, I make my way to my kitchen. I really love my apartment. It's warm and cozy, all while looking designer chic. Everything is how I left it, which is messy. There are numerous dishes and wine glasses in the sink, jackets are draped from my couch, and a pile of bills are spread out on the table. Something black on the table catches my eye. There's one black envelope on my kitchen table. He was here.

My heart quickens, and before I pick it up I check the front door. No sign of forced entry and the door was definitely still locked when I entered. I check all the windows, all still locked. I pick up the black envelope on the table, rip open the seal, and read the card.

Dear Magnus Bane Detective for NYPD,

Nice apartment. I tried to pet your cat and he nearly scratched my eye out.

Sorry I locked you on the roof.

Here's a token of my sincerest apologies.

P.S He seemed cute. I would say have fun, but by the ecstatic moans I hear I think you already are. ;)

I turned the black envelope over, and a blue lollipop drops out. Oh, it is so on …

White smoke puffs out of my cigarette, twisting and turning in the air vanquishing into the white dotted blackness of the sky. I'm not a smoker usually; I smoked a bit in high school to seem cool but mostly I'm doing it tonight because of the naked god reading my note and smiling to himself.

He's so fucking beautiful it hurts.

I know I shouldn't be so attracted to the cop who would like nothing more than to put me in jail for the rest of my life but he's different. He's not like the others. He's the cat trying to capture me and swallow me whole leaving nothing but a carcass behind.

It was always a game in the beginning.

The exhilaration. The money. The high! No, I'm not talking about the drugs that I sell. The high of not getting caught. The high of almost, just almost getting caught, because I've come close.

But I've gotten smarter. Shall we play a game, Magnus Bane? I think, practically giggling myself off his fire escape. I descend and walk the long way home.

"Roberts wants to see you, Bane." I hear Ragnor's voice say. .

I look up from the enormous amount of paperwork sitting on my desk. Ragnor leans against the door frame, looking bored.

"Did he look like he wanted to rip my balls out?" I ask, as I stand and adjust my jacket.

Ragnor shrugged, "He always looks like that to me." I murmur thanks, as I pass him and head down the hallway to the Chief's office.

I barely get through the doorway before I hear, "What the hell happened last night, Bane?" Dean Roberts is pacing in front of his window. Shit. My balls will never look the same after this.

"Sir, the suspect dropped the drugs in the alleyway and ran when he knew it was a set up. I almost caught him, but he, uh, locked me on the roof." I reply, trying not to sound like the bumbling idiot I am.

"What happened to the coke?" He asks, his face still red.

"It's in the evidence locker, sir." I state, hoping that doesn't piss him off as well.

"Well, Bane if it were anyone else you'd be on suspension. But you clear a damn impressive 92% percent rate under cover, so I'm gonna say last night was a discrepancy. You're getting another chance. There's another drug bust that we need you on. Ragnor will fill you in." Roberts grumbles.

"Thank you, sir." I respond, as I get up and head towards the door.

"Bane?" I hear, and I turn. "You're gonna catch this son of a bitch, you hear?" It's not an encouragement, it's a threat. I nod, as I head out the door.

Smoke twists and curls around him like sliver snakes around his dancing body. He grinds to the loud thumping that seems to be passing for music. Red and green lights flicker across his lean torso. With tight leather pants, a see-through mesh shirt, and thick lines of coal rimmed around his golden eyes, you'd never have guessed this guy is the lead detective for the NYPD.

He's smart, closing an impressive 92% rate. Had a 3.9 GPA in high school, probably could've gone to an Ivy, but parents had no money. Instead, he studied at a local police academy, working his way up through the ranks. Noble, which would account for more, but he was rumored to have a bit of a wild side. It was well known rule that it was hard to be anything less than an honorable citizen when you're a policeman, but that didn't apply to Magnus.

He can talk his way out of anything. He's simultaneously envied, adored, admired, and despised. I glance down at the file in my hands; my guy had done well. I've had about 6 different detectives look into me over the past year and a half. All of them had given up after 2 or 3 months. After all, I'm a ghost. I'd made damn sure of it. But this guy; he's different. The others all had impressive careers but by the time they were after me, their careers were coming to an end and didn't really have the time or patience for me. Magnus closed nearly every case he got, and is only 23. I made him look like an ass the other night and he definitely wasn't going to let that go. He's the determined sort of type. Finally a worthy challenge.

He's different looking as well. All mysterious, confident, sexiness while the other guys were middle aged, potbellied sagginess. Not exactly eye candies. Magnus Bane, though is at his prime in every single way. I feel sixteen again, dreaming about Matt Rogers the football captain and the sexiest guy in my high school. We want what we can't have. I slip the file back into my bag, take my second glass of scotch, and tip half of it into my mouth. I try not to grimace as the liquid fire runs down my throat, burning my insides. I never was overly fond of alcohol, but I need it tonight.

"Tastes like Satan's cock, right?" A silky smooth voice says. I look over. Standing at the bar next to me is Magnus Bane.