The law is the law. Maybe...

Chapter 2.- I am Lightwood. I break noses and accept consequences.

23rd at 10 am NY

Magnus arrived at the police department in time. He was more stunning than average. His hair was glittered, his make-up smokey and dizzying. He wore tight pants, his loose burgundy shirt unbuttoned to his chest. All topped off with a pair of necklaces and his indispensable rings.

"Ragnor, you owe me a dinner"

"Hello to you too, Magnus."

"What was the important reason why I had to leave the beautiful sunny island of Bali? "

"Michael Wong's daughter disappeared, and he's only willing to work with you. Between you and me, I think she's been partying somewhere for days, but there are some worrying signs."

"Michael Wong? That Wong? The Mayor?"

"Yeah. How does he know you?"

"He and my father went to university together. As long as my mother was alive, they came to our house a lot. They were best friends. Then it stopped after she died, as my father...you know..."

"I'm sorry kiddo...and here comes the bad news."

"Is it worse that I had to come home early from Bali?" Magnus raised an eyebrow.

"You get a partner."

"No way. That's impossible."

"Listen, this is important. It's important to me personally. The boy served in LA. He did something stupid and almost got fired. His father's the local captain. He's an old friend of mine. That boy is like a son to me. Good cop, smart, fast. He's got some trouble following the rules - same as you. But you have your own rules you keep yourself to."

"Don't even continue," - Magnus raised his voice. - I'd only take the job of looking after a rookie for the sake of the God Almighty. I'm glad you finally realized I don't need a partner. Ragnor, don't even try, do you understand? My answer is clearly no. I'd rather quit my job, than look after a kid."

"Magnus, first of all, he's not a kid. He has been a detective for 3 years. He is 27 years old. You're only a few years older."

Then a soft, deep voice came from behind Magnus.

"Secondly, you don't bother a bit that I'm standing behind you? "

Magnus turned around, in the direction of the pleasantly deep voice. Then he forgot to breathe. An Adonis stood in front of him. He was taller and more muscular than Magnus was. Which was a pretty good result, since Magnus himself was almost six feet tall and pure muscle. He leaned against the doorjamb, wearing tight leather pants, a simple white T-shirt and a leather jacket. The tips of a non-figurative tattoo were peeking out on his neck under the jacket, his hair was black and messy. And his eyes were light hazel with a hint of gold, the like of which Magnus had never seen.

"Ragnor, I declare you God Almighty, Rookie, you're coming with me."

Ragnor silently waved the boy to follow Magnus with a satisfied grin on his face. When they left the room, Ragnor tiredly sank into his chair. He rubbed his face, sighed and said to himself.

"It was easier than I expected."

The rookie followed Magnus to his private office. The place didn't look like a detective office at all. There was a big desk in the middle with a comfortable armchair. Soft carpet on the floor. A purple couch next to the wall.

"Sit down. Your name? Is your file here?"

The rookie handed over the folder he was holding.

"Alexander Gideon Lightwood."