Prompt by Anonymous

Blomkvist was sitting against the wall of his ten by six cell staring at the bed opposite to him when the locks to the metal door started to click open.

"You would think it would be you bailing my ass out of prison for breaking the Minister of Integration's nose." There stood Lisbeth, leaning against the sold metal frame with arms folded against her chest. Darkly tinted sunglasses shielded her eyes, but he knew that behind them she looked at him with a deep sense of amusement. "Good job, Kalle."

"Hey," he stood, not missing his chance at freedom, "I thought you were in the Netherlands?"

"You made the morning news in Amsterdam. I figured I should congratulate you and Monica on your reunion. Nothing like getting tackled to the ground by your ex."

Blomkvist ignored her last comment. It seemed every woman he knew had to take a swipe at his latest failed relationship, even if it ended over a year ago. He stepped out of the overnight cell normally used as a drunk tank while Lisbeth locked it behind him.

They stopped at the discharge desk so Mikael could pick up his laptop bag that had been confiscated. "Monica is going to kill you for letting me out." Lisbeth smirked in a way that plainly said 'I'd like to see her try' as she led him towards the stairs and parking garage. A black duffel bag and a half-eaten package of Toblerone sat on the front seat that he promptly threw into the backseat. He waited until they were well on there way out of Kungsholmen before asking how she'd gotten clearance to open jail cells.

"My dear Mikael, I have clearance to use the Prime Minister's bathroom if I want." She pulled a black leather ID holder from her purse resting on the center console and tossed it into his lap. Torsten Edklinth. The SAPO director. "The municipal jail is nothing."

He held it up to check for any signs of forgery or tampering. There were none. Either her pickpocketing abilities were more impressive than he thought or she had managed to manufacture one of the best forgery dupes Sweden had ever seen. "You know I'm pretty sure stealing the director of SAPO's clearance card is a federal offense with a minimum sentence."

"Ten years. Usually reduced to about seven since just about everyone gets paroled."

"Right."

She pulled up in front of Millennium, idling the car as he got out.

"Thanks."

"Yep."

He grabbed his laptop bag from the floor and shut the door behind him, but then noticed she was still smirking. He almost laughed out loud when he realized what she'd probably been doing for the past five days in the Netherlands.

"Question," he said just as she turned the keys in the ignition, "How high are you right now?"

"Bye Mikael."

Lisbeth rolled the window up before driving off, pulling an illegal u-turn at the end of the street to head back towards Mosebacke. She honked twice as she drove by, prompting Malin to come walking out of the office. She looked in disbelief at Blomkvist, not expecting him to be out so early.

"Hey. I thought Berger was going to bail you out later today." She looked at the car speeding away down Götgatan, "What was that?"

"A very baked Lisbeth Salander."