It was still raining lightly when you and Magnus walked side by side, and guess what: you still wore his jacket! Your own hoodie would have dried already, but for some reason Magnus was so in a hurry to get himself and you out of the station to the lunch place that he kind of automatically got his jacket for you from somewhere before you were even able to say a word.

"Where are we going to lunch?" You asked kindly, smiling up at him before you grasped how good his jacket smelled. You closed your eyes, smelling his jacket imperceptibly.
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"Um, I thought about Subway. They've just opened a new one here in Ystad. Is it fine for you?"

"Yes, it would be good!"

"Great." He said eagerly.

In a few silly moments, you got yourselves to the Subway that was quite big and fancy. When Magnus held the door for you, letting you to step in you firstly saw a stone wall on the right that held a white Subway logo. On the left you saw a brown wall that had some kind of glass surface placed on it. The glass surface held white lines that created an image of a city. Nice place indeed.

You nodded slowly, making your "not bad" facial expression as you glanced at the sight.

"Not bad right?", okay— he read your mind, or else you were born to be an actress, "I've eaten here for a couple of times before..." He said.

When you arrived to the desk, Magnus asked if he could have your/his jacket but you decided to keep it, making him chuckle at your childish stubbornness.

"Hej! Vad vill du ha?" The woman behind the desk asked in Swedis— and you didn't understand a word. Ok maybe that 'vill' would mean will and could that 'ha' mean have?

Flinching, you looked up at Magnus who was already speaking to the woman:

"Ja, jag ska ha en Chicken fajita och—" He stopped and lay his stunning eyes on you.

"What would you like to have?"

You stared at him, mouth slightly opened. He truly talked Swedish.
Magnus raised one eyebrow, tilting his head a bit to gain some kind of reactions from yours.

"...Oh! I-I", you paused, "I'll take (your order)."

"Och en (your order)" Magnus continued, turning his head back at the woman, smirking at your sudden freezing.

"Okej", The woman received the order, "Och vad ska du dricka den?"

"Jag ska dricka läsk och—", Magnus turned to you again, "and wha—"

"I'll drink (your order)!" You said sharply, smiling at the fact that you understood a fraction of their conversation.

Magnus grinned at your sudden, excited yell as he turned to the woman again and blurted:

"Och (your order), tack. " He laughed lightly in the middle of his order as the woman behind the desk started to smile too, eyeing you rather wilily.

"Söt flickan." The woman said, moving on behind the desk, concentrating on the breads she made for you at the moment.

"Ja, jag vet…" Magnus answered to her as he smirked slyly, now eyeing you from head to toe.

"… What?" You whimpered. His smirk held something new.

"Hmm— nothing." Magnus chuckled as he patted your shoulder lightly before you two moved on.




   You sat down on the leather sofa, laying Magnus' jacket next to you. Magnus took a seat in front of you, setting the platter on the table, groaning lightly.

"So here's yours." He handled your lunch bread.

"And here's mine." He added kind of theatrically, gaining a few giggles from you.

"Thank you... I'm glad that you asked me to have a lunch with you." You said, gaining a happily surprised look from Magnus who munched his chicken bread at the moment. "If I had to go alone, I wouldn't have known any places to lunch..."

Magnus smirked, imaging your confused behavior in that situation before he asked:

"Is it typical for you?"

"—Huh?" You didn't expect him to ask anything.

"That you don't know where to go?"

Well this was getting deep. But nevermind: it felt completely right to share your deepest thoughts with Magnus. He was just the right person for it.

"Well, now when you mentioned it, I do feel quite lost sometimes..." You admitted.

Magnus swallowed his bite.

"So do I."

You blinked your eyes:

"Like when?"

Now in turn he was the surprised one who hadn't except any interest from you, even though you were just the opposite to this though.

"Um—", he lifted his coke up to his lips before he slurped his drink, looking enormously cute, "well, if I'm at the crime place for example, trying to find some clues or something, I totally feel like lost... Especially when there's no one with me... I grow a bit anxious every now and then you know." He said, falling into a slight sadness.

"Oh..." You said sympathetically.

You started to wonder if Magnus was outgoing than incoming after all, although he seemed to be a bit shy sometimes. Hmm, a man full of secrets. How lucky you felt to get to talk to him like this, having the opportunity to find out who he really was.

You kept your conversation with him before it was time to leave. Picking his jacket you stepped out into the chilly weather where the rain had left some puddles on the asphalt.

As you arrived to the station, you faced Ann-Britt right at the doorway.

"Hey! I need you guys to the florist. Would you dare to come?" She chuffed, fumbling around the lobby.

"Yeah, sure!" You said, turning your head as you chased Ann-Britt's movements with your eyes. All of a sudden you remembered Kurt who had left somewhere very concerned. You decided to ask about him:

"... Um, Ann-Britt— d-do you know what happened to Kurt?"

Ann-Britt raised her head that her dark hair swung from side to side.

"Ah, certainly no an idea... Oh, but I have to mention that the florist's wife didn't die a couple of weeks ago. She died a couple of years ago. Misunderstanding... Vanja Andersson, the florist's manager was really unclear when I talked to her yesterday... "

"Oh, I see." You said, now understanding that luckily there were no men who were able to go to some damn safari just after their wife's death.

"... But, we go now, shall we not?" Ann-Britt said rather stressed as she rushed by you and Magnus to the car. You give her way, looking up to the man whose jacket you still wore.

"Um, Magnus.. Your jacket—" You said, stretching its helm, searching for the hallway that would lead you to your very own Hoodie that without fail was completely dry already.

Magnus noted your searching progress, quickly snapping:

"Hey, it's okay—", he lifted his hand up to your shoulder, gaining your attention, "you can wear it! It doesn't bother me at all..."

Slowly, his hand fell down to your back as he now eyed you from head to toe, maybe taking a note how well his jacket fit to you, perhaps?

Or what?

His eyes stayed on you for a couple of moments more as you bit by a bit started to feel the familiar butterflies in your stomach. Why did Magnus stare at you so long?

Hello, Magnus?

All of a sudden it seemed like he would have woken from a dream: his eyes that were full of some kind of astonishment found yours before he quickly cleared his throat and blurted out:

"Yeah, but— let's go!" His hand that had already reached your lower back almost flew away as he slightly embarrassed took steps after Ann-Britt. Oh my.

An adorable human being he was.



 As you got yourself into the car you noted that Ann-Britt had stolen the very front seat next to Magnus who gave you a shy look as you closed the car's door. Ann-Britt sighed out her tension when Magnus started the car and drove to the road.



  "Okay", Ann-Britt spoke when your foot met the wooden floor of the florist, "as a review: it has happened a robbery but there are no things stolen. Look around if you can find something..."

You looked at Magnus who seemed to be rather anxious. You had your guesses why he was like that: he started to feel lost again.
You quickly made a plan in your mind, which started as Magnus gave you somewhat supplicant look.

"All right", You said, grasping Magnus' wrist, "Come." You said to him cheerily as you got yourselves away from Ann-Britt.

Bit by a bit, you sensed how happy Magnus grew with every step you took with him towards the unknown distance. You could feel his grin that lit up his face behind you. It made you giggle lightly but you didn't dare to glance behind your shoulder to see him. You had too much fun imagining his facial expression at the moment.

Sooner than you thought you noted that you've led yourselves to some kind of staircase. As you took steps upwards you saw a white wallpaper that was decorated with red flowers. Gently tightening your grip of Magnus' wrist, you pulled him behind you to the staircase.

All of a sudden, you got a strange feeling that, um... Someone's eyes slightly glanced at your behind, also known as bottom, butt or ass. Well, what do you expect from a man who walks behind you... At the stairs.

You stepped the stairs up with a normal speed, until you ended up to turn your head, secretly hoping you would bust him in action. Unfortunately, you didn't catch his eyes glancing at your bottom: they were glancing at your face. And when your eyes met, he flashed you the most modest smile. You gave him a quick smile in return, letting him to float in his imaginary world where he thought that you would not have a clue what he did. If he even did though— but you had your suspects.

Loosening your grip of his wrist you headed to the room that looked rather interesting. The room was old and smelled like orchids. On a brown, wooden table you found a book heap. They told about flowers, naturally.

"Oh boy. This man sure likes flowers."
You said, picking up one book from the table. You felt it was rather dusty as you started to wonder how long the florist had been away.

"Magnus hey—", you turned, noting how this cyan eyed man was walking towards you from the doorway, "how long the florist had been away?"

"Um, couple of weeks now. Ann-Britt told that he went to a safari."

"Yes, I remember it from this morning. Ann-Britt told also that he would have gone there just after his wife death, but he didn't 'cause his wife had died earlier. Many years earlier", you spoke as your glance wandered between Magnus and the book you held, "just imagine how horrible it would have been: Hey, my wife just died and now I'm going to a nice safari! Mmmm... " You said theatrically, making Magnus laugh casually at your performance.

"Yes, indeed ", he admitted, taking a look of the book you held, "this man is crazy about flowers." He continued, running his long fingers trough the page you held open.

"Yeah, he's a florist..." You said sarcastically.

"Orchids..." Magnus spoke quietly.

"We're specialized to them." You heard a woman's voice from behind. You both turned your heads, meeting a fair haired woman who had a gray jacket.

"Nice." You said happily, putting the book down as you offered your hand to her.

"I'm _______." You said, gaining a gentle smile from her.

"I'm Vanja Andersson, the manager of this shop."

"Certainly, we have heard", Magnus showed up, introducing himself also. "I'm Magnus."

"... So, we heard that Runfelt had gone to a safari." You asked as kindly as you could.

Suddenly, Vanja's face fell into sadness as you start to hear steps wafting from the stairs.

"He never made the trip..." Vanja said as Ann-Britt reached the crew.

"What?" Magnus' voice was shocked.

"I called the travel company to see when his flight was back to and... They said he never made the trip." Vanja nodded, fretting the fact.

"Didn't get on the plane. No sign of him." Ann-Britt told behind Vanja's shoulder.

A cold shiver ran trough you.




   You and Magnus drove from the florist back to the station. Ann-Britt left there and said that she was trying to reach Kurt as well. You had got Magnus' jacket back on and finally got the honor to sit in the very front seat next to him, but the information about Runfelt's absence was horrible. It didn't cheer your mood very much. In addition, you had the wildest imagination, so you were able to imagine the worst things that could have happened to him. Magnus had sensed your speechlessness after the news were heard about Runfelt, the florist, and now, he was naturally concerned about your condition.

"Hey, _______." He started, gaining a hm? and a guileless look from you, "I can see you're rather upset about Runfelt..."

He curved to the right, glancing at you every once in a while.

You stayed silent.

"We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." He added with a serious, but gentle tone.

"I know. I just—", you shook your head, burrowing yourself deeper into his jacket, "I just have a wild imagination and... Uh, maybe I'm just too emotional for this job." You finally sighed out your thoughts.

"Hey, don't talk like that _______. You've done a great job with us! And trust me: you are not too emotional, I—"He tried to make an eye contact with you but you just stared at the distance, head half covered in his jacket.

Magnus burst into laughter:

"Oh, look at you!"

You blinked your eyes, snapping yourself out of your angst. His laugh was something that caught your attention, as you now turned your head to him. When you recognized the thing he laughed at, you smiled by yourself too, digging your head up from his jacket.




  Magnus parked and you headed in. Your work day was over now. At the doorway, you stopped and undressed his jacket that you wore, tossing it to him.

"Thanks for borrowing it. It was very comfortable." You smirked, leaving the and it smelled good sentence in your thoughts.

"Hey, anytime." He said as he received it.



  You went to the office where your work desk and the dry hoodie were. You picked it and thrust your stuff from the desk in your leather bag. You also carried your mug to the kitchen where you put it in the dish.



  You saw Magnus next to the exit door. He looked at your going, still slightly worried of you. Before you were able to leave he stopped your steps:

"Hey, _______, are you sure you'll be fine?"

The question surprised you. As you thought of Runfelt's and his absence, it sure made you a bit distressed... But somehow you were glad that Magnus took care of your condition.

"Well...", you started, thinking what you'd answer. You didn't want to worry him, and most importantly, you didn't want to be some sensitive little girl in his eyes. You were a detective now— a detective who just had to learn to control her feelings, " I..."

Magnus regarded you, blinking his adorable eyes.

"I don't know..."

Magnus nodded and after a moment of thought, he broke the silence, asking softly:

"Would you like me to walk you home?"

The butterflies in your stomach woke from their sleep again, sprinting happily around in your stomach like never before.

Magnus would walk you home. He would escort this delicate, innocent girl very safely to her nest.

You saw from his eyes how fervently he waited for your answer. He truly wanted to walk you home: he wanted to accompany you in the darkening night, open up the door for you, let you in and say his goodbyes to you.

You stayed quiet for a moment, even though you knew what you'd answer in the same split second he asked the question.

"… Well, walk me home then. " You said, smiling up at him somewhat shyly.