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The basement had become her second home. Surrounded by cases that couldn’t be solved and spending hours with mystery and a lot of coffee. Lately, Per hadn’t been around much and Mikah had heard in one of her trips upstairs for snacks that he had been saddled with one feisty rookie. Apparently, there was a bet to see if Per would kill her, dump her or fuck her and from what Mikah has heard, it was pretty even.

Looking up from her laptop when she heard the elevator ding, she couldn’t help the small smile that came across her lips. “So, how’s the rookie?” She asked, taking a drink of her coffee flavoured whiskey as she watched Per move into the room. “Isn’t her name Ronan? Apparently everyone upstairs is quite impressed you haven’t shot her.”

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Cold. It was so fucking cold. Richard wrapped his coat tighter around his torso as he took another left turn. He could feel puddles of snow seeping into his boots. The things he did for a case.  Of all the places for Her to have popped up in why couldn’t it have been in somewhere tropical, or at least a place that wasn’t a hundred degrees below freezing.  Still, Richard was here for a reason. That’s all that mattered. He had to admit the thought of seeing Her or bumping into his brother again was enough to tie his stomach in knots. Placing a cigarette between his lips, the detective cupped his hand in front of the end as another crisp chill blew through his bones. Lighting the end of his ciggie, he stole a deep breath, as if that insignificant flicker of warmth would be enough to warm his entire body up.  The quicker he solved this case the quicker he could leave. This had to end. 

Throwing the yellow tape over his head, Richard brushed past a gaggle of photographers and forensics. Another deep puff of his ciggie. Damn, he was really starting to feel those four hours of sleep now; that and the thought of working with some other detective didn’t excite the Scotsman in the least. Richard’s motto revolved around self-reliance. Basically, if there was something worth doing then do it yourself. Stepping into the victim’s bedroom, Richard’s blue gaze fell upon a cold corpse. It was lying upon her bed. Peaceful. Paralyzed. Caught in the moment. The woman’s eyes were pried open and her hands were resting upon her belly as if she were simply daydreaming. Just as Richard expected, no blood, no indication of torture, no evidence suggesting it was murder. Hell, if it wasn’t for the second corpse that had been found stinking up the nearby closet- A man this time. Middle aged. He had three bullet holes eating up his face.- then this wouldn’t even be labelled as a homicide to begin with. “Oi, you,” Richard grumbled to one of the Forensic scientists, who was scraping blood off the floorboards from under the man’s corpse, “I was told I was to work with the detective headin’ this case. Where the hell is he?”

[mrsolstad]

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It had been ten years since this happened last. To feel the weight of a newborn in her arms, and to know she was all theirs. It came to a shock that she was expecting again, having being given misinformation that she couldn’t get pregnant again. Yet they had a daughter. Sitting in their room in the hotel section for women having given birth, Helene as they had named her was just sleeping next to her on the bed. Their son had been so proud that he was an older brother like his friends. Hearing the door open she knew it would either be her husband or the midwife. 

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In the year that she had lived with Per Olstad, there was one thing she knew for a fact. He was one lazy bastard. Unless someone handed the man a half-done project on a silver platter, he rarely did much. He only worked on the cold cases because he was ordered to finish them up. Still, Mikah knew the man had potential and before he was attacked, he was one hell of a detective both in homicide and vice. It was why she found him so interesting. He focused on one thing, but he didn’t see a path after he killed the killer.

Mikah had a secret she never wanted to tell anyone and was quite thrilled to keep it to herself. Though she had a feeling that people were starting to get suspicious. Mostly Per, who had the woman pinned to the mat in the basement gym of the Oslo Police Station. It wasn’t the first time they had fought in the gym nor would it be the last. Currently, they were 2-2 and fighting again for the upper hand until the next day when they would go at it again. A thief wasn’t someone who had the skills to fight like Mikah did. Hell, Per had seen her throw out another detective who was a foot taller and at least a hundred pounds heavier. That detective was a brawler, knowing for his hard punches and having broken Per’s arm once when they were both itching for a fight long before the Serial Killer made Per and his daughter his latest victims.

Mikah…threw the man out of the ring like he was a piece of paper.

It was one of the few reasons why Per stepped into the ring with his lover? Well, flat mate at the least. Mikah was fast, used her opponent’s body weight and momentum against them and landed hard punches and jabs to key points that would have been fatal if she had a knife. That wasn’t something she learned being a common thief. He had arrested common thieves and knew they didn’t pack much of a punch and those who did kill, they had gotten lucky and were surprised to hear when their victims had died. Mikah was a different beast, a league all her own.

And she could hold her own against Per. She taught him new moves and he provided her a challenge she hadn’t had since she lived in Rome. Right now, she was staring up at his smirking face, letting him think he won…but that smirk was replaced by surprise as she hooked her leg around his and flipped them, Mikah wrapped around his body and her hand pressing into his throat and forcing his head up.

“Don’t let your ego get the best of you. It can mean your death. 3-2.” She purred, releasing him when he finally tapped out her wrist. He still had the instinct that she was working on breaking out of him. Moving his hands to try and pull the attackers hands from his throat. He could have easily won, if he had continued the roll and it would have broken her hold but instead, he went for her hands. If she had a knife, he would have been dead before his hands could struggle.

From where her thigh was placed, she could feel his hardness pressing into her, but she let it go…for now. Getting up, Mikah held out her hand and pulled Per to his feet, ignoring the small crowd they always drew when they got into it.

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(from Per)

It was taking Per a lot of time to finally sit down behind his desk and write what was going on in his head, but when he finally had written the lines - when his favorite prick co-worker annoyed him again - he put the piece of paper in an envelope, then handed it in at Kit’s office after work before he left.

I don’t know what the fuck I’m supposed to write. This is ridiculous. I don’t know how this is supposed to help, writing down what I think. I barely know myself what I’m thinking.

Alfred is a dick. He still has no clue I’ve been fucking his wife for three years.

She has a really cute ass.

I’m bored. They gave me cold cases to look through. I didn’t become a homicide detective for this shit.

Some people really need a punch in the face. With a chair. And by ‘some people’ I mean Alfred.

The nightmares are getting worse. I can’t find my alcohol. Albrikt must have been here while I was out. Great. I’m going insane. I need a drink. The hallucinations are back, too. She’s staring at me. Her dress is nice, though. I bought it for her when she was four.

I don’t want her to die. For the first time since he killed my daughter, I’m scared. Scared that he takes her away from me, too. I mustn’t lose her. I will kill him. And if I die trying, it will be worth it. At least she will be safe. That is all that matters. I love her. I’m not good for her. I want to be normal. I want this to end.

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Kit read, then re-read, then read it again. Each time, she saw more, understood more. But at the same time, the confusion grew. In all honesty, she had been surprised when the envelope had been delivered only two weeks after she had last met with Per. At their last appointment when she’d proposed the journal, there was a small inkling that he wouldn’t do it or never return for another session.

He had done it though and now, she had until Wednesday to fully digest the contents, before she would meet with him again. God, she really hoped that he realised this was only a step in the process and that he wouldn’t expect to much from it. She was good, very good, at her job. But even she could not work miracles and in that vein, she knew that it might take many more months before she could guide Per on the right path.

It struck her as almost prophetical that some lines of text were laid down perfectly - in grammar and punctuation, clearly legible lettering, a neat and rhythmic flow. And then others were barely more than scrawls of words, which brought to mind images of an ink-footed spider in the thrall of demise.

And there were questions too. Who was the second ‘her’, the one he loves? Was alcohol a crutch, or a lifeline? What did Per consider normal? The biggest question though, was about the end he referred to. Would Per find that and if he did, would that mean an end to him also?

Her nose scrunched up a little and her brow furrowed. She had to unlock this, she had to know, had to help. How could she however, when this essay only provided more mystery?

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[ophelia-hendrix]

The Troubled Detective

     Per Olstad

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Thunder rumbled out in the distance as the rain started dancing on the windowpane. It paired perfectly with the soft candlelight and the soft piano music Mikah had going in the background. The power had gone out about twenty minutes prior to the thunder and for once, she was thankful she had the common sense to purchase the candles despite Per’s bitching. Turning the page of her unbelievably cheesy romance novel about a woman falling in love with an Adonis built Scottish Lord, her mind shifted to Per. He had sent her a text about going out with a couple of guys for drinks, a celebration for his reinstatement. Not that she had been surprised that he had been reinstated. He, currently, had the highest record of solved cases and had even solved a cold case from fifteen years ago. On paper, Per was the best detective Oslo Police ever had and even Mikah knew that the Higher Ups wasn’t about to let their prized Stallion out of their grips. Still, her eyes shifted to her phone, that text had come in four hours ago and she hadn’t heard anything. 

Sighing, Mikah looked back at the book and memorized the page she was on before closing it and standing, her back popping at the same time. The old couch was a pain but the pillows she bought was a definite improvement. More than once, she had caught Per using one against his back, but she knew it was best not to say anything about it. Stubborn stallion that he was. The red wine looked black in the dim room as she poured it into one of the crystal glasses Per had bought her. To be honest, she wasn’t sure why he bought her the glasses, but she wasn’t going to complain too much. It was rare for Per to buy her anything unless she had picked it out already.

Taking a drink, she got comfortable on the couch and picked up the book where she left off. The main characters were about to fall into bed and Mikah knew the sex was going to be detailed for the next twenty pages. She pulled the thick black blanket over her bare legs and shifted, finding that sweet spot where the couch sank just right where she couldn’t feel the springs. Per’s shirt had shifted so it fell off one of her thin shoulders just enough to tease a lover…but Per wasn’t there and he wasn’t big on teasing when it didn’t involve a knife or rope. Things had just gotten hot in the book when Mikah heard a car door slam shut outside and the sound of wet footsteps coming closer to the flat door. Those green eyes shifted to the door when Per finally stumbled inside. 

From what she could tell, he wasn’t actually that drunk but after spending damn near a year and a half sober, he couldn’t handle it the same way he did back then. Per shrugged off the soaking wet jacket and hung it up on the hook before tossing his keys in the dish that sat on the table next to the door. He really should have taken an umbrella. 

“Did you have fun?” Mikah asked, taking a drink of her wine as Per kicked his boots off. 

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It wasn’t a busy as the hospitals were in Barcelona but Logan still kept himself busy. He was covering Albrikt’s rounds as well as the younger doctor chased down his older brother and now...Logan could see his sister’s obsession with that family. Albrikt was the level headed one and Per....Per was the female version of his sister. Shaking his head as he stepped out of the room belonging to one of Albrikt’s patients, Logan laughed softly. “Chaos calls to Chaos.” He mumbled as he moved down the hall.

Logan wasn’t like many other doctors, wearing the long white coat and constantly in a business suit. He preferred jeans to slacks and the only way anyone knew he was a doctor was by the badge on his chest and the scope around his neck. When he had surgery in the mornings, he wore scrubs and the white coat but just doing rounds, he wore what was comfortable and a lot of times, it made his patients relax. He looked like them so they talked to him.

He was at the nurses station when one mentioned that Albrikt was back though he looked like he got his ass beat. Frowning and a little concerned for the younger male, Long made his way to the office and leaned against the door. Sure enough, Albrikt looked like a pup with their tail tucked between their legs.

“My sister has venom in her fangs and she knows how to strike.” Logan said after a minute of silence. “You okay?” He offered the other a small smile.

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