The law is the law...maybe

Magnus narrowed his eyes. "You're using your concerned voice, which I hate."
"You're getting a partner."
Magnus sat up straight. "What the fuck, Ragnor?"
"I know, I know," Ragnor said, holding up a hand. "Just hear me out. He's transferred from Los Angeles and nearly got himself fired. His father's an old friend of mine - Capt. Lightwood. I've known the kid since he was in diapers. He's a good cop. Smart. Passionate. But... a bit of a loose cannon. Kind of like someone else I know, back when they used to wear more eyeliner than sense."
***
The first week had been... rough. They were both stubborn, with completely different work ethics, which had left its mark on their first days together. On top of that, Magnus was still upset about having cut his vacation short.
They started with easy jobs - like the occasional drunk who thought urinating in a public fountain was a protest against capitalism. Magnus breezed through the days with detours into half the bars and cafés in the borough, calling them "informant check-ins." Alec called them "wasting police resources" under his breath.

The second week was a tiny bit better.

By the third week, they even laughed.

Many thanks go to my lovely beta, Nurisiliel , who helped me a lot with editing 💗 and tirelessly corrects my unnecessary spacing, my overuse of capitals, or lack of them, and my sometimes messy sentences. You are a gem.

English is not my first language, so please go easy on me.
Please don't compare the characters with the characters in Cassandra Claire's books. In my story, you will only find references to the TV show.

(I don't own any of the characters. All belong to Cassandra Claire. The story is my own.)