Forensics to Romantics (Magnus Martinsson x Reader)

Chapter One: A New Detective in Town

Warnings: This will have murder and death. Descriptions of death, gore and removed body parts, some language, and mentions of sex. If this bothers you, please don't read.

(Magnus POV)

I was on my way to my first case since I moved to London and started working with Scotland Yard, even though I had only been living in London for a week, they were quick on putting me on a case. I was told that there was a body of an adult male found by the river and I was told to go and see if the other detectives there needed any help.

I pulled up to the crime scene that was now surrounded by police tape and had a few officers standing around. I got out of the patrol car I was in and adjusted my dark jacket as I walked over to where the other officers were. My curly blond hair moved slightly as the cool breeze went through it.

"Detective Martinsson," A middle-aged man said as I moved the police tape and walked under it to get to the crime scene. "I am Detective Inspector Lestrade. Glad to have you with us."

"Thank you, sir," I said as we both walked over to the body, where I could see another person kneeled next to it. "I will do my best to show I was worth bringing on."

"That's a good lad," Lestrade said clapping me on the back as we reached the other person, and I saw it was a woman with Y/H/L Y/H/C hair. "Dickson, got anything? I know it's only been a few minutes, but you always seem to pick up on things quickly."

The woman, Dickson, looked up at us and then focused on me, looking me up and down, then back down at the body. When she looked at me, it was almost like she was reading a book, reading me and then placing the book back on the shelf.

"Yes, I do," She said not looking up at us. "His name is Duke Richards, he is a businessman who spends most of his time at a desk. He clearly does no sort of manual labor, going by his hands. He has most likely been dead for 6 hours. He has been stabbed twice through the heart and once in the stomach. He is also recently divorced, and it was more than likely his doing. I am almost certain that this is involving sex, and he was most likely killed by a woman."

"Damn, how did you get all that?" I asked the woman detective, with amazement.

"Martinsson," Lestrade said in a warning tone. "It's best not to ask-"

"It's quite simple really," She said looking into my eyes with her Y/E/C ones. "If you look at his ring finger you can see that it's paler then the rest of his hand, so there was a wedding ring there, and it was removed recently because the skin would be just as tan as the rest of him. It was probably his idea because he does not wear it anymore, people are, or so I am told, sentimental about that kind of thing. His hands are soft and have no signs of blisters or scars, showing that he doesn't do any sort of manual labor."

She spoke quickly and with so much certainty in her voice, I was shocked, and the fact that she was able to notice all those small details so quickly was amazing.

"As for knowing that the murder had to do with sex," She said looking up at me. "There are faint pink lipstick marks next to his lips on the left side, and a few things of his are missing."

"What kind of things?" Lestrade asked.

"Things like his, umm," She said and glanced at both of us and took a breath. "Like his tongue and his, well, his manhood."

Without realizing it, I crossed my legs and placed both of my hands in front of my crotch.

"You don't normally see things like that unless it has something to do with sex," She said and slightly chuckled when she saw my reaction to her statement. "There is a very faint bite mark on his ankle, clearly he and his killer were going to have some fun before his murder, I took a photograph of it so we can try to match it with tooth marks we have on record. Also, there is a small piece of fabric caught on his belt, we can test that for paint, material, and DNA. We Should have his killer in three days, tops."

Lestrade nodded and walked away to talk to another officer about taking the body to the Coroners, and it was just me and detective Dickson.

"That was really something," I said to her and she looked up at me, almost surprised that I was still there or trying to talk to her. "One last thing though. How did you know his name?"

She laughed as she stood up and brushed herself off.

"That was the easiest thing," She said with a smirk. "He is wearing a nametag on the dress shirt under his open jacket."

She pointed down at the dead man and sure enough, he was wearing a shiny gold nametag that read, Duke Richards. I felt a bit embarrassed at not noticing it before and Dickson chuckled.

"You're that new detective from Ystad aren't you?" She asked me, but I had a feeling she already knew that.

"Yes," I said, and we began to walk back towards the patrol cars. "My name is Magnus Martinsson."

I held out my hand for her to shake and waited for her to respond.

"Dickson," She said shaking my hand. "Y/N Dickson, it's nice to meet you. I heard about some of your cases from back in Ystad, quite impressive, Martinsson. I can see why they brought you on."

"Thank you," I said with a smile. "Although, after seeing you today, I would say you are the impressive one. I have never seen anything like that."

"It was nothing really," She said as we got to my police car. "Just looking at all of the signs and going from there."

"Well," I said to her standing at the driver side door. "It was still really impressive."

"Dickson!" We heard Lestrade called out for her and I knew she needed to get back to him.

"It was a pleasure meeting you," I said as she walked away, and I was about to get into my patrol car. "I can't wait to work more with you in the future."

She turned around and waved before walking over to Lestrade and the other officers.

(Y/N POV)

I watched as Magnus got into his patrol car and drove away. The way he reacted to my deductions of the dead man was quite funny and cute, that is usually the way most people react the first time around. Magnus seemed friendly enough and I could already tell a lot about him. When I first saw him, I could see that he was a reserved yet confident person, and by the way he stood, I could see he was high on alert, as he should be.

After we finished up at the crime scene, I went home. I had come in my personal car because I was off that day, but there hadn't been a murder in over six weeks, and I was itching to get another one. I drove to my small home just outside of the city and walked in, turning on the light and kicking off my shoes.

"Time to find out more about you Mr. Richards," I said sitting down on my couch and grabbing my laptop. "Let's see if I can find anyone who would want to kill you."

I stayed there for the rest of the night, looking at social media and as much of his background I could find. I kept digging all night long, a cup of tea that had long gone cold sitting on the table in front of me.