Will was watching a camera that Henry had pulled up on his screen. Magnus was walking slowly down the hallway, spent about two minutes fiddling with the key coded locking mechanism before slipping into her study. She had only been somewhat furious when they had returned to find the new "security" measures on her study and the "malfunctions" which caused her inability to enter. Magnus was obviously smarter than that, but had played along with their game. She knew she could easily break the lock and sneak into her office in the depths of night whilst the rest of the Sanctuary slept.
Henry confirmed with Will that she had been doing it for days. Will had no qualms with her working as she always left after a few hours with no paperwork in hand, which meant she was actually taking time off. After her confession of rape he had only met with her a few times, letting the realization float around in her head. She told him she had no more hallucinations since the "Declan incident" as she was calling it and only one or two nightmares. The weeks passed quickly and she was healing reasonably well so that she returned from her "vacation" two days early with the gratitude of Will and all of her staff.
Feeling safer and more secure with herself and her own mental state than she had in many weeks, Magnus decided to confront Will. She knocked on the door to his office lightly before turning the knob to enter. He was just finishing a conversation and waved at her to take a seat.
"Hey," he said after placing the headset onto the base.
"I would like my weapons back." Her voice was commanding, but her eyes were pleading. She knew he could deny her request and she would listen to him, but she sincerely hoped he would agree.
"Don't take this the wrong way, Magnus," he began and watched her body stiffen, "I just want to make sure that you are absolutely positive you want them back. I want to know that you've thought seriously about this."
"I have, Will. I would like them back, please."
"Alright, just checking." He stood and moved to a safe in a closet off the side of the office. He punched in the code that only he knew and opened the door to the stash of weapons she had given him. "I kinda felt like the big bad principal holding contraband." He laughed and she smiled.
Magnus placed two guns and one knife on her body and carried the rest, putting them in their designated areas before returning to her study. The weight of the weapons felt odd on her body, she had been without them for a decent amount of time and needed to get used to the feel again.
Two hours later she took off the shoulder holster because it was digging uncomfortably into a rib that was slowly healing. She had accidentally broken it again when breaking into her study the fourth or fifth night she'd been back from London. She gently laid the holster and gun into a drawer of her desk and softly pushed the wood closed until it clicked. Heaving a sigh of relief she turned back to the book she was reading for research on an abnormal the New York Sanctuary had attained many years ago and was now having difficulties breeding. She needed to learn more about the specific medical information of the species.
She was so engrossed in her thoughts and the work that she didn't realize the sun had set and dinner had passed. Flicking the metal on her wrist until she could see the face she gasped at the time that had passed. It was almost midnight. Deciding it was better to sleep and heal than stay up and finish her work, she began to put away her files and straighten her desk.
She heard the door open and close with a quiet snick and she didn't bother to glance up knowing it was Will to herd her towards bed and away from the office. He had made it a habit of his lately and although the thought was appreciated the action not always was.
"I'll be just a minute, Will, I'm almost done here and then I'll be off." The throat that cleared was deep and when she finally looked up her eyes widened and her heart fluttered, "John! What are you doing here?"