You look over to the window just as the sun is rising, head rested against the backboard of the bed. You look to your sleeping husband, and smile at how peaceful he looks. He works very hard at his job, and really relishes this time to wind down with you.

"Mff…" Magnus mumbles from his side of the bed, rolling onto his back. He rubbed his eyes, and opened one eye. "Damn… 9:00! We really slept in, didn't we?" he says, smiling sweetly up at you. You don't have the heart to tell him you were up since 7, so you just smile back and nod.

He motions for you to lay down beside him as he wiggles his body closer to you. You snuggle down under the covers, and he wraps his arms around you.

"I… love….you…." he says between pecks on the cheek. You gaze into his eyes, and he puts his hands underneath your bottom and pulls you right up against him and grins. You laugh, and kiss him. He strokes your cheek as you lay your head on his collarbone.

You run your hands through his blonde curls and stroke your curled up leg against his groin, which has become quite rigid. He moans playfully. "God, you see what you do to me?" You flip onto your back, looking at him from upside down. "How could you find me so attractive, with my morning breath and bedhead?"

He shakes his head, and rubs your arms lovingly. "Darling, you look beautiful every time of the day! I won't ever let you forget that…" he whispers as he kisses you again. Your cheeks flush, and your stomach clenches from his sweet sentiment. And you know he means it.

"What should we do today?" he muses. "Hmmm…. Well, I can't really do much in that," you gesture to your wheelchair. "Oh…" Magnus smacks his forehead, "I'm so sorry, I forgot!" "That's alright. But why don't you go somewhere? You don't have to stay here and be bored out of your mind with me!"

He looks at you. "You know I would never do that, love. I could spend the whole day looking into your eyes, and go to sleep satisfied." Again, you blush. "You know what, I've got a splendid idea!" he exclaims, "Let's be couch potatoes, and have a movie marathon!"

You know how much Magnus loves movies, and you smile. "Sounds great. Oh, but we can't forget our threat watch tonight." His mouth curls up as he remembers the neighbour. "Ah yes, our kooky mister Werther. Well, he can wait 'till tonight. As for now, let's watch Indiana Jones!"

He gets out of bed. You bite your lip as you eye his butt through his striped pyjama pants. He notices this, and turns around. "Ehehehe! Bad girl. Get up so I can admire yours…" You laugh, and willingly obey.

A little later, you're onto the third Indiana Jones film, and Magnus is gently massaging your shoulders. "Mmm. Your hands are deeply relaxing…" He rubs his hands along your back. "I know." Suddenly, you get really serious.

"Magnus?" "Hm?" "I'm nervous about this whole thing." "Well, I can massage your adductor longus if you want…" he jokes, and you smile. "No, I mean…" "I know, I know. Darling, there's no need to worry! I'm here…" "But what if he finds out he's being watched? And it's us who's been watching him?!"

Magnus turns around to face you. "I'm a police officer, love. I've got a gun in the drawer. There's nothing to worry about!" It does put you at ease to remember that your husband is a cop, and is trained in defence.

You lean over to the window and draw the curtain. It's a habit now; you don't want to miss anything. You're about to turn back to the television when, out of the corner of your eye, you notice some movement down in the garden.

"Magnus?" "Mhm?" "He's out."

Magnus immediately looks to the garden below, while you hold the curtain back. "What's he doing?" he asked as you two watch the man bury something. "It's the bag from last night!" "Oh that's right! It is!"

As you two watch in baited silence, Frank plants the bag with the weapon in it deep into the ground. You think you catch a glimpse of blood spots on it. He looks around to make sure nobody's watching him, and finishes covering the evidence.

"Woah," Magnus says in awe. "Do we have enough proof now? Can we call the rest of the police yet?" Magnus looks weary. "I just don't want to report something that turns out to be a mistake!" He sighs, and looks down at his phone. "I'll check it in with Kurt if it'll make you feel better, darling."

You smile gratefully, and he drapes his arm around you as the phone rings. "Hello? Kurt, it's me…. Yeah, I'm having a good weekend leave….. Yes, she's good. Leg's healing quickly. Um, Kurt… this might sound a little… presumptive, but…. We think our neighbour may be hiding something."

He lifted a finger at you, and put his boss on speakerphone. The older police officer's voice came through. "How do you mean?" "Well, we've been observing him for further information, and have come to a likely conclusion that he… did something to his wife."

He fiddles with a lock of your hair, nervously awaiting an answer. There was some shuffling on the other end of the phone, and Wallander spoke.

"Are you sure, Magnus? Because if you are, this is a very serious accusation."

"We… we think so. I mean, we've seen him leave his apartment frequently at 2:00 in the morning, plant a bag with a sharp object inside it in the garden, and is constantly watching his back. Plus, we haven't seen his wife for days!"

There was a thoughtful pause. "That does seem suspicious… but it doesn't mean he's guilty of murder." Magnus nods. "Yeah. We'll watch him for any more proof." "Alright. Be careful. You never know with people these days," Wallander cautioned, "I'll be here if you need me, just don't do anything…. Impulsive."

You smile. His boss did know him well. "Okay. Thanks Kurt. Bye." Magnus hung up.

"I don't want you watching during the day when I'm not here," he finally said, a troubled look crossing his face. You open your mouth in protest, but he shook his head. "No. It's too dangerous. If he finds out you're watching, I won't be here to protect you. Especially when you're immobile like this."

"Magnus, I appreciate your concern, but I might miss something important!" "I don't want you putting yourself in harm's way for something like this. You can't risk it! Please. Do it for me." You look long and hard at him.

"Fine. But that only means we'll have to solve this whole thing this weekend. Because I'm not giving up." He furrows his brow, but nods. You two turn back to the screen, and continue watching the adventure film.

It's 8:00 at night, and you and Magnus are making dinner together. "Let me make it," he had said. "It's fine! I can still make dinner, I'll be alright." "Well…. Let's make some together."

You were making homemade pizza, and having fun doing so. You laugh as he launches a pepper at you. "Ah!" you shriek as it hits you in the face. He comes over. "You okay?" You look up, and slap tomato sauce on his nose. "Cheeky girl!" he sputters, grabbing a handful of sauce and smearing it over your face, and then over your chest.

You look down. "Well, I suppose you'll have to lick it off now." He grins. "My thoughts exactly…." He leans down, and licks some of the red sauce off of your chest slowly. You tilt your head back, shuddering from the sensation he's creating.

"Do you like that, love?" he asks seductively. "Yes…." you whisper, feeling his lip brush against your collarbone. He licks all the sauce off, and goes up into a kiss. He pulls you on top of him on the floor, and you two roll over into a fit of laughter as the pizza is put off for a while longer.

When you finally get around to finishing dinner, you sit down at the window-side cushion. "Mmmm… this is delicious," you say between bites. "It is," he heartily agrees. "Both things were," he says slyly, referring to what you two did while making dinner, and you giggle.

Afterward, you and Magnus set up watch. You get out binoculars, and focus in on the room. Frank Werther's lights are still on, and you can see him moving around once again.

Magnus yawns, and you can feel your eyelids start to get heavy. "Can we… continue this tomorrow?" Magnus manages out. "No," you whine, even though you would love nothing then to go to bed and snuggle up to your husband, "We have to watch this guy. Think of it as a case."

Magnus reluctantly agrees, and turns back to the window.

Suddenly, you two see something that jolts both of you awake.

Hair.

There's hair sticking out from under the mattress of Frank Werther's bed. You gasp, and Magnus covers his mouth. "Oh my god… tomorrow we're calling the police in," you say. "Wait. We have to be absoloutely sure," Magnus says, "We'll investigate further tomorrow."

You bite your lip, and nervously agree. "L-let's go to bed… I think we've had enough of this for one night," Magnus whispers, and you nod. You get into bed, and cuddle each other. But you two are far from sleeping after what you just saw.

And you only have one more day to get to the bottom of it.