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Witness

Part Three

Gif by @maryxglz

Magnus Martinsson x OFC Mina

After witnessing a brutal murder, Mina ran for her life. Right into the arms of Detective Martinsson. Can he manage to keep both Mina and his heart safe?

Warnings: violence/language/guns/bubbly blondes

Not beta’d - I have no excuses for my poor grammar, spelling and over use of commas.

Word Count: 2616

Y’all. I don’t own shit. Magnus, Wallander, my dignity. Nothing. I’m just playing around.

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I limped after Detective Martinsson back through the door. His long legs carried him much faster than my hobbling steps were getting me. He stopped at the doors to look back and I was still making my way across the lobby.

Now that the initial shock was wearing off, I was really starting to feel my injuries a. My feet were killing me, I was sure I had something embedded in my heels. I looked up at him, and he had a look of pity on his face. He came back across the lobby to me.

“I can carry you to the car, if you would like?” He reached for me. I glanced at his face. He looked sincere and almost apologetic. I straightened my back, my stubborn streak setting in. Screw him. This “mess” was going to make it on her own two feet, I thought.

“I’m fine.” I ground out.

He stood and watched me hobble about another 10 steps. I heard him tsk and he came and swept me into his arms.

“Hey!” I protested and struggled. He tightened his grip. "Put me down, right now.“

“It’s stupid for you to hurt yourself more because you have too much pride.” He said quietly, looking down at me. “Don’t you think you’ve been through enough today?”

I huffed and looked away from him. He pushed the door open with his shoulder and walked down the sidewalk towards the parking garage. I looked around, suddenly feeling the fear creep back into my brain. What if they found me? I felt a shiver run down my spine.

“Don’t worry. I- We won’t let anything happen to you.” He said softly. I looked up at him. There were the kind, concerned eyes again.

He walked over to an unmarked police car, setting me down next to the passenger side. He unlocked the door and proceeded to grab about 5 or 6 empty coffee cups and other assorted junk food wrappers from the seat and floor.

“Sorry.” He said, sheepishly. “I did a stake out a few days ago and haven’t gotten around to cleaning.”

He assisted me in the car. He reached over me and buckled the seat belt for me.

“Ah… Thank you, Detective.” I said. Why was he being so nice, when he was just a total jerk? Maybe his mood change hadn’t been directed at me, I thought. It made sense that he resented being told what to do, especially if Detective Wallander was not his boss.

He shut my door and walked around to the drivers side. He had just opened the door when the officer from the front desk came running into the parking garage calling his name. He walked over to him and they spoke briefly. He turned to look at me as they were talking. He nodded and headed back over to the car, getting in.

He didn’t say anything at first, waiting until we were on the road.

“Mina, do you mind if I ask you some more questions? I can wait until later if you’re not feeling up to it.” He ventured.

“I don’t mind, but I think I already told you everything. Why?” I asked, curious what the police officer had said to him.

“Did you touch your boss’s body at all?” He asked, glancing at me, perhaps to gauge my reaction.

“I didn’t even go in the office. I tried to call the police, but the phone was destroyed. After I realized they had shot her while she was on the phone, I dropped it and ran out.” I gasped. “I should have checked, to see if I could have helped him! What if they didn’t kill him? Oh my God. I’m a horrible, selfish person.” I cried.

“No, don’t do that to yourself. You were panicked. Anyone would have done the same. Besides, from what it looks like, he was killed instantly.” He said quietly.

“Oh. I don’t know if that’s better or worse.” I said, not believing that I was having this conversation, talking about this so casually. I was starting to feel nauseous.

“Did you move Anna at all?” He asked.

“I tripped on her leg, I think. It was dark and I didn’t see her until I was on the floor. I dropped my papers all over the floor, and I was picking them up so they wouldn’t know I was there. There was so much blood. It got all over my papers. When I heard them shoot Steven, I jumped over her and under her desk. I suppose I could have moved her a little either time.” I said.

“Where did you fall and bump your head?” He asked.

“I was running down the stairs, and there was blood on my flip flops. I slipped, near the bottom, and fell forward. Why are you asking me these questions?” I asked him, watching his face.

“You disturbed a crime scene. I know it wasn’t on purpose.” He cut me off, because I had opened my mouth to protest. “But we need to know what you touched.”

I nodded, because it made sense. We drove the rest of the way to the hospital in silence.

He pulled up to the emergency room door, and got out of the car, coming around to my door. He assisted me out of the car, and went to pick me up again.

“Please. Don’t. I can walk in on my own.” I said, putting my hand out to stop him.

His mouth turned into a thin line that gave away his disapproval.

“Fine. I’ll just park the car. You can go check in.” He said, getting back in the car.

I hobbled into the waiting room. For so early in the morning, there were quite a few people. I stood and waited in line for my turn. The nurse sitting at the desk waved me over, and I went and sat in the chair in front of her. I briefly explained about my injuries. As she was paging an orderly to come take me to x-ray for my wrist, Detective Martinsson joined me.

He silently followed me to the x-ray department, and stood outside the door while they took the films. I was brought to a curtained off bed after that. He sat in the chair by the bed.

“So what happens now?” I asked him quietly.

“What do you mean?” He asked.

“These men, they know that I was there. They saw my car, and probably saw me. What if they are looking for me? What if you don’t catch them? What if they find me? You can’t stay with me forever.” I said, my voice starting to get higher.

He was watching me, as if trying to decide how to answer when a little blonde nurse came bustling in the room.

“Alright, Miss Mina! You have a broken wrist, my dear! But its a clean break! So, we’re going to cast it up for you, and then we can take care of those poor feet!” She said cheerily. “Oh my God! Magnus!” She practically shrieked.

He stood up from the chair.

“What are you doing here? Oh, are you a prisoner?” She asked me, smiling.

“Ah, not quite.” I didn’t really know how to answer that. How could someone be so… bubbly?

“Hello Bonnie. It’s been a long time.” He said, a smile coming to his lips. He has a nice smile, I thought.

The nurse rushed over to him and hugged him. Or practically threw herself at him. Either way. I stared at them in disbelief. Where they old friends? Former lovers? Why did I care? I didn’t care. But I did. And she was still hanging on him. He at least had the grace to look slightly embarrassed.

“Uh, sorry to interrupt this reunion, but I’ve witnessed some shit that no one wants to see, broke my wrist, and have a couple boulders stuck in my foot. I’d like to go home and sleep for 5 days, so if we could move this along?” I said, not in the mood anymore.

Detective Martinsson cleared his throat and peeled her off of him.

“I’m so sorry, Miss Mina! Lets get you sorted out, you poor thing! I’m going to get you something for the pain.” She said, oozing cheerfulness.

“I don’t take pain meds. Just acetaminophen would be fine.” I ground out.

“Oh, but Miss Mina! You have a broken bone! Why be in pain if you don’t have to be!” She chipped as she bounced back out of the curtain. I looked him, and he was blushing. I cleared my throat.

“I’m sorry. That was rude. I’m just tired.” I said, feeling awkward.

“No, she’s always been a bit much. Nice girl. Very… Happy.” He said, cracking a small smile.

“Ex-girlfriend?” I asked, immediately cringing. “That’s none of my business. I’m sorry.”

“No.” He said firmly. “Friend of my sister’s. Good God. No. No.” He said, his eyes widening at the thought.

I giggled. I put my hand to my mouth, feeling horrible for laughing. He smiled at me again. I liked when he smiled.

Bonnie came back in and I took her pain meds, just to shut her up. She left and came back with the doctor this time. They proceeded to put my arm in a cast. After they were done, the doctor set to work on getting the debris out of my feet. I was right, there were rocks embedded in my heels.

Detective Martinsson was standing to the side of my bed, watching. He looked a little horrified as the doctor contined to attack my feet.

“I’ll be right back.” He said, leaving the curtained room.

Once the doctor finished and bandaged my feet, he took a quick look at my head and declared me fit enough to be discharged. He told me to sit tight and the nurse would come back to get my paperwork in order.

I leaned back onto the bed, the pain relievers Bonnie had practically forced me to take finally taking effect. I couldn’t even comprehend what had happened to me in the last 10 hours.

I heard the curtain pull back and then close. I opened my eyes and looked at who had come into my area. I was looking into the barrel of a gun.

Sven stood there, dressed in blue hospital scrubs and a while coat. He had a gun trained on me, and a smile on his face.

“Hello, Mina. Did you think that we wouldn’t find you?” He asked me, his voice surprisingly friendly considering the scary smile stretched across his face.

“Please don’t kill me.” I whispered. I didn’t know what else to say to him.

“No. I’m not going to kill you. Yet, anyways. My employer would like to have a chat with you. You’re going to be a good girl and come with me.” He said, motioning with his gun that he wanted me to get off the bed and proceed him out the door.

I swung my legs over the side and stood, watching him warily.

“How did you know who I was?” I asked him, trying to stall for time.

“Your key card. It has your name attached to it. I just looked at the security logs. I called the hospital, said I was your general practitioner, asked if you were here. Easy. Now, lets go before your detective returns. I would hate to have to kill a man of the law. Move along.” He said, pushing the gun into my back.

I shuffled in front of him, the bandages not really cushioning my raw feet. He jammed the gun harder into my back, so I moved faster. I was looking around, trying to find Detective Martinsson. I spotted him, talking to Bonnie. Even in my predicament, I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. A cute little blonde would actually be the death of me. Totally my luck.

We were walking past the nurses station, and an idea came to me. I waited until we were just at the end of the counter, and I dropped to the ground, pretending to have passed out.

“We got a fainter! Someone get a doctor.” I heard one of the nurses yell, and felt someone grab my wrist, feeling for a pulse. I opened my eyes and looked around the people standing over me. Sven was gone.

“Detective Martinsson!” I yelled. “I need Detective Martinsson!” His curly blonde head popped into my view.

“Mina, what are you doing out here?” He asked looking confused.

“I won’t let anything happen to you, my ass. He was here! Sven was here, and he had a gun to my back! Where the fuck were you? You know what? If the Ystad Police Department can’t help protect me, if it’s just too much trouble to ask you to keep me from ending up dead, next time he shows up, I’ll just ask him to shoot me. That way I won’t interrupt your personal life. I should have just gone with him. I’m dying to know why his boss wants to have a chat with me before he kills me.” I yelled at him, quickly breaking down into hysterical tears.

I felt him putting his arms around me and picking me up off the floor. I wanted to protest, to push him away, to punch him, but I was too distraught. After everything that I had been through, this seemed the worst, because he had been standing right there. He hadn’t been keeping me safe like he had promised he would. Would I ever be safe again? I wondered.

He brought me back to my curtained area and sat on the bed, me still in his arms. He was rubbing my back, murmuring soothing noises.

“It’s Martinsson. One of the suspects from the double homicide was at the hospital. He tried to abduct the witness.” I looked up at him. I hadn’t even noticed he had taken up the bedside phone and made a call. He looked down at me and rubbed my back some more. "No, she’s safe. I can’t leave her to go after him, besides, he’s probably long gone by now. Yes, have a unit come and get the security footage. I’m going to be taking her home, and I’ll be there. Tell Kurt to call me. Thanks.“ He hung up the phone.

He looked down at me for a moment. I pushed at his chest, trying to get off his lap. He tightened his grip on me.

"Mina…. I’m so sorry-” He started, but I cut him off.

“Don’t. Just. Don’t. Please.” I said quietly. “I don’t want your apologies. My life is not important. I get it. It never has been. Why would it be any different now? I don’t expect you to care, but I would appreciate it if you could at least do your job, until the next shift comes in. I didn’t survive last night to die today. Please, I want to go home now. I would really like for you to let me down.”

He closed his eyes and sighed. He gently placed me on my feet and stood. He went over to the curtain and spoke to a nurse that was passing. Five minutes later, Bonnie came in, no longer full of rainbows and butterflies, and filled out my discharge paperwork. She gave me a pair of slippers to put on for the walk to the car.

“Shall we?” I asked him, not waiting for an answer. I turned, making my way out of the Emergency Room, Detective Martinsson following behind me.

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