V1S3- That Darn Cat- Psych! It's Magnus Verse

Chapter 6: More than Meets the eye

       

Summary:

Alec realizes a few things

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They'd got back from their meeting with Izzy about an hour ago; Magnus was eager to go back over the files; he'd suggested they call Raphael and Simon and give them an update and Raphael had said that he knew a few of the doctors on his route ( apparently, when he's not working as an assistant to a 'psychic' he was a pharmaceutical rep, go figure) that prescribed that particular brand of heart medication and he could talk to them about how easy it would be to get a dose the level that would line up with their working theory- Izzy was still checking the pills, but she seemed pretty confident that Magnus's hypothesis would pan out.  They were at his desk now- Magnus, once again, perched on the edge, as if that's just his designated seat- going over the files, sorting through the victim, Curtis Orson's, personal history, trying to make a list of suspects. Alec was trying to focus, but he just couldn't. His mind just kept wandering back to Magnus.

He felt like his entire world view had just sort of shifted. He had vaguely known Magnus for about three weeks now; having only really spoken to the man, maybe a little over a dozen times. With the exception of the confrontation with his ex-partner, the man just seemed to be little more than a bright, flamboyant, overly excitable, extraverted, flirt. He seemed remarkably interesting and completely unique; and truly like a genuinely kind, if somewhat overly affectionate, person. He was obviously very confident and self-assured, to a level that, honestly, was more than a bit intimidating. Alec had been honest with Luke when he'd said that, had he met the man, literally, anywhere other than at work it would be completely different.

Magnus was, easily, one of, if not the most, dazzlingly gorgeous people Alec had ever seen; and Alec kind of figured the guy knew that damn good and well. Everything about him seemed to be specifically designed to call attention. Everything was bright, sparkly, dramatic, eye catching, and just in general, completely distracting. When he'd first seen the guy, in the station, he'd assumed that he was looking for the vice department because, well, he couldn't fathom why else someone who looked like that would be wasting their time hanging around a police precinct.

It threw him when Magnus called out Dax, when he ran the guy down; going over every flaw, every issue, all the things that, really he, himself, had just sort of overlooked or brushed to the side. Calling out their affair had shocked Alec as well, completely catching him off guard, but, at the same time; none of it was exactly a well regarded secret. Dax's overreaching goals, inflated ego and propensity for taking credit were somewhat blatantly obvious (you know, when you weren't dating the guy). As far as their relationship, Alec had made a point of telling Luke himself, not wanting to seem like he was trying to get something over on his new boss. He knew a few of the more perceptive officers had picked up on it, though most of them didn't comment, they had known.

Alec had assumed, after the initial shock wore off, that Magnus simply must have had some kind of source in the precinct. It just made the most sense. After all, the man was gorgeous, flirtatious and ridiculously charming; it would stand to reason that he could have gotten information from someone easily enough.

Up until this point, that was all he'd really thought Magnus was; little more than a charming, flirtatious, possibly somewhat manipulative, club owner with too much time on his hands, looking for a new hobby. He'd just assumed that he was playing a game; he'd half thought that once they were working a real case, once the initial thrill had worn off and the actual work began he'd just give up and leave, go find something else to pass the time.