Murder Me Not

Give Me Therapy... or Not

I just want to say thank you to all those who have read this. Reading the comments is actually a lot more fun that I would've expected. 

Side Note: I know nothing about NYC, so details will be inaccurate. I've only done minimal research about it so certain details will be wrong. 

Hope you enjoy!!

Jace popped the trunk and Alec reached in, grabbing two black suitcases. He grunted, his biceps bulging as he pulled them out.

"Call if you need anything, Alec. I mean it," Jace said, leaning out his open window to give him a stern look.

Alec rolled his eyes and Magnus exited the car. Unease stirred in his stomach as he watched Jace speed away.

Magnus's house—mansion—was even larger than the Institute, more modern too. The building looked cold, sterile, and clean. Very... un-Magnus-like. Alec's eyes snagged on the cameras mounted to the roof and the porch. He grunted in approval.

"I know," Magnus said, digging around in the pockets of his sinfully tight pants. He pulled out a single key, a chain dangling from it. "It's so boring. My old loft had been much more... interesting. This one is just empty even when people are over."

"Do you have guests often?" Alec asked as Magnus opened the door, gesturing for him to enter.

"Not as often as I would like," he admitted, slipping out of his heeled boots and hanging the key on a hook beside the door.

The floor plan was large and open, natural light streaming in and crystal chandeliers descending from the high ceilings. The walls were beige, bursts of color appearing in the paintings on the walls. It was beautiful.

A massive TV was mounted above a fireplace, a glass table and worn couch in front of it. A dark granite-based kitchen was to the right, fancy bar stools sitting around the island. Alec's eyes lingered on the pet dishes that rested on the floor.

One of the pets in question darted out from nowhere, slinking around Alec's ankles before he could react.

Mangus tutted, leaning down to pick up his cat. "Now now, Chairman, don't hassle the handsome detective." Alec coughed and Magnus turned to grin at him. "The best guest room is upstairs and to the right, feel free to get settled.

Alec cast his eyes downward, noticing the second cat. "Thank you," he muttered, moving around the older man and heading for the stairs.

"Then we're going to have a chat."

***

Alec was sitting on the couch less than five minutes later, having simply ditched his things on the bed. Magnus strutted in from the kitchen, two wine glasses and a bottle in hand. Alec's hands immediately started to shake and he leaned his elbows on his knees, clasping them together.

"I don't drink," Alec choked out, refusing to look at Magnus. He heard retreating footsteps. Seconds later, a water bottle was pressed against the side of his hand and he accepted it gratefully.

"No alcohol," Magnus said lightly. "Got it. May I ask a question about that?" he asked softly. Alec lifted his eyes, glancing at Magnus as he sat at the opposite end.

He cleared his throat, taking a sip of the water. "I guess."

"It was just wine," he said slowly, "and yet you came into a club without problem."

"I was investigating a case," Alec said stiffly. He watched, memorized as Magnus nibbled on his lower lip.

"I'm am sorry about that." Magnus's brown eyes were warm and Alec felt his face heating. "I know how much you want to be working on this."