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Magnus woke up alone and with a splitting headache. He pressed his head deeper into his pillow and groaned. The sun was his enemy.

"Holy crap," Magnus groaned, finally working up the strength to pull himself up off his bed. He stumbled into the bathroom, eyes closed, and turned on the shower. While he waited for it to turn warm, he lapped at the water from his sink faucet and grabbed some advil from under the sink.

After a quick shower and three pills, Magnus' headache was finally ebbing. He stepped of his bathroom, one towel around his waist, another on his head, and padded into the kitchen for some needed coffee.

He walked into his kitchen and paused.

'Lex Light,' or whatever his name actually was, was sitting at his kitchen table, phone pressed to his ear. Magnus did what any well-trained cop would do.

He screamed.

Light jumped, startled, and gave Magnus a what the fuck kind of look, which pissed Magnus off.

"What the actual hell are you doing in my kitchen?!"

Alec stared at the cop, not quite understanding why the cop was making such a big deal over this. He remembered last night, didn't he? Deciding not to think to hard about it, Alec gestured for Magnus to be quiet and listened to Jace's rant over the phone. "What do you mean they're not taking the money?"

The voice over the phone was impatient, and too quiet for Magnus to catch.

Alec gave a nod once it was quiet. "Drop the payment a thousand dollars."

This time, Magnus could hear him clear enough. "How is that supposed to help?! They want a raise!"

Alec was patient. "Tell them it's that or we give the job to someone else. They're not the only architects alive."

The voice said something else, too quiet to be heard again.

"They won't. Tell Maureen to take care of them if it comes to that."

Magnus didn't like the sound of that.

"Bye and good luck."

A pause.

"Yeah, yeah, love you too, boo."

Magnus scowled. "Who was that?"

Alec tucked his phone back into his pocket. "My brother." He smiled, teasing. "How's your head?"

Magnus growled. "Shut up. How did you get into my apartment?"

"I picked your lock. It wasn't hard." Alec shrugged and pulled a paper clip from his pocket. "Always keep my lucky lock pick with me."

Magnus rolled his eyes. His headache pounded just a little bit harder. "Why are you in my apartment?"

"We need to talk," Alec said. "I wanted to talk last night, but it's pretty hard to reason with someone who's shitfaced."

Deciding 'Lex' wasn't much of a threat, which was probably a bad judgement, Magnus walked over to his Keurig and turned it on, turning his back on the annoying stalker. "What do you want?"

He could feel the criminal pouting. "Pay more attention to me."

If Magnus had magic powers, he would've lit Lex on fire. Instead, he grabbed a mug and put it under the tap on the Keurig and put a k-cup in the machine. He put the setting on large. With this asshole in his house, he was going to need a lot of caffeine.

"Ugh, fine." Alec gave up. "I want to cut a deal with you."

That was interesting. Magnus grabbed his coffee and turned around.

Alec gestured at the coffee cup. "I'll take a large, black with two sugars."

Magnus glared at him. "Um, no."

Alec smirked. "What a terrible host you are."

"Are you kidding me?" Magnus growled. A muscle in his jaw ticked. "I already fucking bought you roast beef!"

Alec snorted, realizing that Magnus was A. Not a morning person and B. Irritable when he had a headache.

Magnus grabbed cream from the fridge and spooned some sugar into his cup. It was a great way to distract himself from his anger. "What kind of deal?"

"I'll give you $5,000 and a pound of roast beef to keep quiet about the whole Wayland thing."

Magnus stilled. How in hell did Lex know about that?

"I know everything, don't look so shocked. Gee wiz."

Magnus blinked. "Gee wiz? What the hell is this, Charlie Brown?" Magnus tossed his hands in the air momentarily and glared at the handsome man in his apartment, utterly fed up. "You run a notorious drug cartel: good grief, Lex Light! You blockhead!"

Alec blinked. "You're in a really bad mood. I just offered you 5 grand."

"To do something illegal. Which I won't do, by the way. I won't keep quiet."

Alec shrugged. "I figured, seeing as you're Mr. Goody Two Shoes." Magnus thought that if Alec had met him a few years ago, when he was living it up in college, he wouldn't have said the same thing. It was weird for Magnus to think of himself as a goody-goody, but he supposed being a boring lump who followed the rules was the price to pay for defending the law. "Go check those files again." He gestured at Magnus' open computer. Freezing, thoughts of his lame life behind, Magnus stared at it.

"Why?"

Alec smiled and made a little shooing motion.

Magnus walked into the living room and grabbed his computer. Opening up the stored police files, he searched for the name Wayland.

And where, before, nothing had come up, now two files popped up. Max and Izzy Wayland. Complete with the necessary information and pictures.

Magnus looked up. "How?"

Alec padded over and sat next to Magnus on the couch. "So those files mean nothing to your police buddies. You can't prove their relationship to me. Leave Max and Izzy alone. You do realize you just gave up $5,000, right?"

Magnus glanced at Alec. "Are you part of the mob or something?"

Alec laughed. "Nope, I stay away from them. They're really wacked. I'm not really about the whole violence side of the deal, that's the mob's thing." He glanced at his boot, which had a handgun inside of it. Magnus mentally beat himself up for not noticing that sooner. "In fact, I've never even fired that thing."

Magnus looked at him skeptically.

"Okay, so I've fired it. But only at fake targets. Never at a person."

Magnus stared at 'Lex Light', the eighteen year old, big bad drug king. He was looking down at the gun, his long black lashes hooding his beautiful blue eyes. Magnus' eyes followed the thin bridge of Lex's nose down to his delicate mouth, which was pulled into a small frown. His jaw was strong, a contrast to the soft, kissable skin of his neck and the messy black hair that curled around this ears.

Magnus found himself leaning a little closer.

Alec looked up and Magnus didn't break his gaze. Alec's eyes were shocking, mostly because the rest of him was painted in shades of black and white.

"Why not?" Magnus kept his voice low. The silent tension between them was like a thin layer of ice and he didn't want to break it.

Alec's frown deepened; he found the question unnecessary. "I don't want to hurt people."

And for some reason, that meant a lot to Magnus. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to the criminal.

Lex's lips were soft and welcoming. Magnus let himself get lost in them, for the seconds they were pressed together. He closed his eyes and pretended Lex lived a different life; they were boyfriends, living together, about to watch a movie, or they were both cops, working together to fight crime, or they were both criminals, not caring about anyone except each other.

Alec pulled away, a soft smile on his lips. "I know what you want to do."

Magnus' mind jumped to sex, which was actually kind of embarrassing.

Suddenly certain of the cop's intentions, Alec leaned in and brushed their lips together once more. "You want to seduce me." A smile twisted Alec's lips. "You want me to fall into bed with you, fall in love with you, wake up next to you, and spill all my secrets."

He stood and grinned. It was the sort of grin that only villains wore; the kind that had a cryptic undercurrent to it, something dark and sharp as a blade. "Nice try, Bane."

Except that hadn't been Magnus' intention at all. And that scared the crap out of him.

Alec opened the door with the sleeve of his hand over the knob, careful not to leave fingerprints. He tipped his imaginary hat before leaving.