#magic feds

“Because I hate it every time!” Daryl groaned in distain as he watched the expensively dressed elves go by. “Those Magic feds couldn’t come out to the station? It’s not like they ain’t been there before. They know where it is.”

“You read the email, Ward,” Jakoby reminded, glancing at his partner. “If they were to come out too close around the time of the Wand incident, people are gonna start suspecting things.”

“It’s been two years, man. And isn’t it suspicious that two LAPD officers, the ones who were involved with the Wand incident, are going to Magic Task Force HQ?”

Nick said nothing. He understood Daryl’s apprehension. After their traumaticing encounter with the Inferni, and the revelation that Daryl is a Bright, all he wanted was for things to go back to normal. or as close to normal as possible. No one knew about Daryl being a Bright except Nick and the two MTF agents, Kandomere and Montehugh. Not even his family knew.

“I can’t deal with this shit again, Nick,” Ward continued. “We almost died last time. You did die.”

Nick grunted. He hated being reminded. The scar was reminder enough. “The sooner this is taken care of, the sooner we can go back to our normal lives.” He pondered for a moment. “Well, normal-ish.”

Daryl scoffed, and the rest of the ride was silent. Whatever it was the agents needed from them, he knew it was Magic related. And it was going to take a while.

Although having gather as much information as possible for the moment, Kandomere paced his office once more with more files in hand. Perhaps he missed something. Another, a different, elf involved, maybe not an elf at all? He was desperate for it to be someone else, anyone besides-

The landline on his desk buzzed and he stopped pacing to answer.

“Agent, the LAPD officers are here,” a woman informed.

“Thank you, send them in.” He quickly shut the files away in his desk and sat in his chair as Jakoby and Ward entered.

“Thank you for coming out on such short notice,” he started as they sat. “I’m sure you’re wondering why I called for you in the first place.”

“something Magic related?” Daryl asked. He already knew the answer, yet he still so foolishly hoped otherwise.

Kandomere sighed. “The Wand was stolen.” Daryl and Nick stared in disbelief, so he opened his laptop to the security footage so they could see for themselves.

“Fuck...” Ward muttered, running a hand over his face. Kandomere nodded somberly as he shut the laptop. “So, what? You want us to go looking for it?”

“Of course not,” Kandomere reassured. “You two got lucky retrieving it from Leilah, and you only got accidentally roped into that one. You’ll get yourselves killed if I send you out purposely after these people.”

“Then what?”

Nick kicked his partner’s foot and shot him a warning look. Now was not the time to get an attitude. Daryl glared at Nick and rolled his eyes with a scoff.

Kandomere, although annoyed, kept his composure. “I need your assistance.” He handed them a background check sheet. “I have reason to believe this elven woman might be affiliated with the two in the footage.”

Nick handed Daryl the sheet. “Do you want us to bring her in for questioning?” he asked.

Kandomere shook his head as he stood from his desk, grabbing his car keys. “We’re going to go to her. We’ll take my car.” Anxiety hit him like a freight train the moment those words left his lips.

Daryl and Nick followed after him. “So we’re your muscle?” Daryl asked with an eyebrow raised. Kandomere said nothing and continued walking, earning a cocky grin from Ward. “Hear that, Nick? Big, bad Magic fed needs some bodyguards.”

“My partner, Montehugh is busy with gathering more information,” Kandomere spoke sternly, clearly annoyed. “And I need you because she’s a Bright. If she were to try any funny shit, I figured having another Bright may be useful.”

Daryl’s smug smile turned into a scowl at the reminder. He looked over to Nick who only shrugged in response. Daryl shook his head in displeasure as they reached Kandomere’s sleek, black 2020 Audi S7.

The trio found themselves driving through East LA. It was more diverse with humans, orcs, centaurs, and many other creatures of the like. It’s also an area you’d least likely find an elf passing through, let alone living.

Daryl stared out the backseat window in confusion. “Some shit really must’ve gone down with her if she’s living out here.” He looked at Kandomere, who kept his eyes on the road ahead. Daryl’s worry was confirmed. “What happened?”

“That’s not pertinent to this, Officer Ward,” Kandomere answered firmly. “We’re to go in, get the information we need, and get out.” All the while praying that he could keep it at that.

Daryl and Nick didn’t buy into it. There was a history between him and this woman, but they knew better than to pry.

After another short while of silent driving, they arrived at their destination. They pulled into an apartment complex parking lot, taking an open space in front. Two orc children and one human child played in the grass, their parents socializing with each other on the patio. The orc father was the first to notice the car, very out of place in this part of the city. He stood from his seat and approached the three men as they exited the car.

“Good afternoon,” Nick greeted, feeling it was best that he took over for now. “This is Agent Kandomere, with the Magic Task Force. This is Officer Wa-”

“Officers Ward and Jakoby, with LAPD,” the orc resident finished.  Yeah, I’ve heard about you guys. Especially you.” He held his hand out to Nick. “The name’s Markus.”

Nick smiled and shook his hand. Daryl and Kandomere gave each other a relieved glance. Perhaps this would go over easier than expected.

“So what can we do for you? You guys look like you’re far from home.” Markus asked.

Kandomere felt the question was more directed toward him, seeing that he was an elf and all. But he didn’t pay it any mind. “We’re looking Ynshael Cortez. Goes by ‘Shae’?”

Markus nodded with a chuckle. “Ah, I should’ve guessed. She sticks out like a sore thumb around here.” He turned toward the entrance and pointed them in the right direction. “Through that door, up the first flight of stairs, door on the right.”

Kandomere nodded in thanks before heading toward the door. 

“She’s not in trouble, is she?” Markus called after.

The three men stopped and turned back to face Markus. “Do you have relations with her?” Daryl asked.

Markus shrugged. “Her and I don’t talk much, but she’s good friends with my wife and she nannies the kids in the area. The kids definitely seem to love her.”

A moment of relief washed over Kandomere. Shae hadn’t been up to no good after all these years. Or so it seemed. Sadly, he still couldn’t rule he rout just based on a good word.

Kandomere nodded again. “Thank you.” He continued to the door, this time faster. Was it the anticipation to see her, or did he just want to get this over with? It had been over a decade since they’ve spoken, let alone seen each other. How much had she changed? Would she even remember him? The things they’d been through together? If she did, would she even want to see him? They hadn’t exactly left off on good terms...

Before he knew it, the three of them stood just outside her door. Kandomere pushed aside the bothersome thoughts. This was business. But though it was such, he found himself paralyzed.

“Agent Kandomere?” Nick tried. Kandomere didn’t move. Daryl huffed in annoyance and knocked on the door himself, the sound shaking Kandomere from his stupor. 

The first thing they heard was a large dog barking, then a woman’s voice. “Titan, hush! I fucking swear, I never wanted to fight a dog before, but you’re testing my limits, dude.” The clicking of the locks coming undone could be heard from the other side. The door opened. “I love you, but seriously. Can I he-” She stopped the moment her icy blue eyes, smudged with eyeliner, caught Kandomere’s.

Kandomere felt a lump in his throat. It really was her. Wavy black to blond hair falling over her prominent collarbone, a grey, ripped up Metallica crop top hung loosely on her torso, falling off her shoulder. A pair of black spandex shorts hugged her full hips.

She was exactly the same, except... Different. She now sported multiple piercing on her ears, a piercing on one side of her button nose, and one decorating the center of her bottom lip, drawing attention to their plumpness. And so many tattoos... Yes, it was her, exactly the same, yet different.

Kandomere cleared he lump in his throat and pushed away years of suppressed feelings (and the rather new suppressed feeling in his trousers). “Hello, Shae,” he managed to speak as professionally as possible.

“No...” A knowing sharp-toothed grin grew on her face. “...way.” She propped her elbow on the doorway above he rhead and placed a hand on her hip. “Kandomere? Is that really you?”

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“Oh! Mamá! Sorry, I thought you were my work,” he replied, mortified by the disrespect he had just shown his mother. He could’ve just checked the caller ID, but he was too annoyed to think of anyone other than Montehugh calling, and it was his day off, he did not want to do work.

Most people thought Kandomere was a workaholic, and he was, often taking his work home with him, however that made it even more significant when he took a voluntary day off. He did not want to deal with work on his day of rest.

“That’s okay, mi hijo, I was just calling because that lovely human you work with told me you had the day off, and I haven’t seen you in a year! Why don’t you want to spend time with your old mamá?” She laughed.

“I didn’t know if you were busy or not, I wouldn’t want to bother you,” Kandomere stammered, knowing it was a piss poor excuse if he’d ever heard one.

“Boy, you get over here right now and spend the day with your mamá!” she demanded, he could practically see the cross look on her face.

“Yes, ma’am,” Kandomere murmured, hanging up the phone and going to get dressed, then grabbing his lambo keys on the way out the door.

Freya pulled her 1968 red chevy camaro into the garage of Adalira’s mansion in elf town. It had been a week or two since she had visited, and she had just baked a set of Adalira’s favorite muffins, so she thought she’d stop buy to share the muffins and have some tea. Adalira was on her as soon as she stepped out of the car, showering her in hugs and kisses on her cheeks and forehead.

“How are you, Freya?” Adalira asked, holding said human at arms length to look at her.

Freya always felt a little odd when other people looked at her like Adalira was. She felt hyper sensitive to her flaws. She was on the chubbier side, having large breasts and a large ass, however those don’t come without a little bit of a belly. Her rational side knew she was healthy and her chub wasn’t even that noticeable, but her other side, the her that had been dealing with depression since the age of 6, told her that everyone noticed, especially elves like Adalira. Elves were naturally beautiful, naturally skinny and muscular. Freya knew she wasn’t totally unattractive, her hair was in a pixie cut with made her face look better, and her grey eyes were not dull like many others. Right now her hair was a light lavender, she dyed it a different color every other month. She was short, much shorter than the elves she hung out with and definitely much shorter than the orcs she lived near. At 5’2’’ she was shorter than most adult humans as well. It frustrated her to no end.

“I’m good Adalira, and I brought you something I think you’ll like!” Nonetheless, Freya put on a bright smile and reached into the passenger seat, taking out the tray of cinnamon blueberry muffins. Adalira smirked, pinching Freya’s cheek.

“You see, this is why I keep you around,” she said, taking the tray and walking into the main house. Freya followed, putting her car keys on the hook in the entryway and going into the kitchen attached to the main living space. The main floor of the 7 floor mansion was mostly open concept, so Freya could see Adalira over the island in the center of the kitchen. She found herself rifling through the extensive tea collection Adalira had, picking out her favorite, a strawberry cheesecake tea Adalira bought in Vancouver. She started the stove, putting the pitcher full of water over it and went about putting three sugars in her cup and one in Adalira’s. She picked out the goofy mugs, which most elves would balk at if they saw them in Adalira’s kitchen. One mug had a painting of a hedgehog on it, with a baby hedgehog on its head. Freya had painted that one. The other mug had a speech bubble saying “Don’t talk to me til this is empty” In big red letters. The whole time she was conversing with Adalira.

“How’s the business going?” she asked. Adalira was the CEO of a large company that manufactured beauty products. Freya was pleased to admit that she got her hair products there and for free even! Perks of being loved by the CEO.

“Oh! Wonderful! Our stocks went up by…” Adalira went on explaining the amazing economic place her company was in, and Freya nodded along, not understanding a word. At one point she thought that Adalira even switched into Spanish.

“But how’s the shop?” Adalira eventually asked. Freya perked up, by this time having sat down on the opposite end of the couch with two cups of tea on the coffee table in front of them.

“Well, I’ve recently been able to add a greenhouse in the back yard, because business has been so good!” Freya beamed proudly. “I’ve also been able to buy more things for the dojo with my extra income!” Adalira smiled fondly. When Freya moved at age 19 from the prestigious elf town to the orc sector to open her own flower shop, Adalira was extremely proud of the human girl, her adoptive parents, however, disowned her. You’d think adopting a human child would make them less racist, but they just couldn’t get over their hatred for orcs. Adalira took Freya under her wing, suffering from her 100th year with an empty nest. Kandomere barely ever called, let alone visited, but Freya was a very attentive young girl, free with her emotions and extremely kind.

Kandomere, at age 137, never seemed to even think of his mother, but Freya had visited at least once a week for 7 years, now being 26, and even brought gifts, like those lovely muffins.

The women paused when the doorbell rang, echoing through the house. Freya blushed. “Were you expecting someone? I can leave…” she trailed off, getting ready to stand. Adalira motioned with her hand for Freya to sit back down.

“Oh, hush, I’m glad you showed up today, Kandomere is coming to visit today, and I think it’s about time you meet,” Adalira smiled while Freya blanched.

“Like, your son Kandomere? Like, MTF agent Kandomere? Does he even know I exist?” Adalira rolled her eyes.

“Well if he came to visit more often he would, but he hasn’t been here in a year and you never came up in conversation the 6 years before that.” Freya paled even more.

“You mean to tell me,” she paused, rubbing a hand over her face. “This guy that I’ve looked up to since I was a kid, who you’ve been telling me stories about, who is literally my role model, has no idea of my existence?! And now I’m going to meet him while casually having tea with his mum?” Slowly raising her voice, she leaned back after she was done speaking, sighing and flopping her arms out.

“Well when you put it like that…” Adalira was cut off by the bell ringing again, and she rolled her eyes. “Oh, that boy is so impatient, give me a moment,” and with that she went to the door to greet her son. Freya sat up straight again, eyes scanning the room before they fell on the mugs in front of her.

“Fuck,” she muttered. That would look odd to Kandomere…

“Who’s in your house, mamá?”

“Double fuck,” she groaned. Just as she threw her head back to express her displeasure to the world, Kandomere and Adalira turned the corner. She quickly maneuvered her short hair to cover the tips of her ears, not that it would do much, elves actually have a better sense of smell than orcs.

“Who are you?” she heard his deep tenor ask.

“I am…” she paused. “In need of something stronger than tea,” she grumbled, getting up and sauntering into the kitchen. Pulling out a bottle of vodka, not even bothering to grab a glass, Freya knew in the back of her mind that this must be the worst first impression she’d ever made. She was also aware that she had yet to make eye contact with her elven idol. She knew if she did she’d probably melt. She’d seen pictures of Kandomere and was painfully aware of how attractive he was compared to her.

“Mamá?” She heard Kandomere ask Adalira instead. Freya settled back on the couch, taking sips directly from the bottle.

“Oh, this is Freya,” Adalira said, and in the corner of Freya’s eye she could see Adalira motioning to her. Freya stood, the bottle ¼ empty and she felt ready to face the music, also confident that Adalira would do most of the talking. She gave a two fingered salute as she fully faced Kandomere, and froze. He was definitely an elf. Attractive face, slightly taller than an average human male, and three piece suit that fit perfectly and accentuated all the right places. Freya paled, taking in the gorget around his neck. Elves above all, above all elves. Damn it, he was one of those elves.

“She was the adoptive daughter of the couple down the street. She baked these lovely muffins, would you like one?” Adalira introduced her.

“Was?” Kandomere asked. Damn it again.

“They disowned me when I opened my flower shop in the orc sector,” Freya cut in before Adalira could explain. “Racist assholes, they were. But hey, business is flourishing and I opened my own dojo above the shop,” she smirked. Yes, her adoptive elf parents provided for her from age 3 to age 18, but she was really raised by the help and Adalira. They were never really a part of her life.

“Language, dear,” Adalira sighed, taking the now half empty bottle from Freya. Kandomere was not so subtly eyeing the bottle, a look of surprise on his face.

“I have about the same tolerance of an elf, don’t look so surprised,” Freya rolled her eyes. Kandomere nodded, unsure of how to handle this situation. “Well?” Freya asked, causing Kandomere to get a deer in the headlights look. “Sit down, stay awhile, god knows you haven’t visited your mother in a little over a year,”. Kandomere awkwardly nodded, settling himself in an armchair by the fireplace.

“I’m sorry, why have I never heard of you?” Kandomere asked, his brain finally catching up to him.

“Oh, because you never visit, so when Adalira does get time to talk to you she doesn’t want to waste time talking about the human that visits her every week, she wants to spend time with her son,” Freya rose an eyebrow, as if to say ‘you probably would know of me if you saw your mother more’. Kandomere looked to the side, avoiding eye contact with her.

As Kandomere avoided eye contact with the human girl, he took the time to think about her features. She was curvy, and had striking grey eyes. She was not conventionally beautiful, but he admitted to himself that she did look rather pretty sitting on the couch in a purple sundress. Her left wrist had a tattoo on it, however he couldn’t see the design from the distance he was at. What he found very odd was her instinct to cover her ears. She must know he could smell that she was human, yet she still felt the need to cover the tips of her ears. Probably due to her adoptive elven parents. He had to give her credit, her statement was true, that family was full of, as she so articulately put it ‘racist assholes’.

“What would you like?” he heard her ask. Kandomere snapped out of his daze to look up at Freya.

“What?” he had no idea what she was talking about. She smiled sweetly at him.

“Tea, coffee, water, the good stuff?” she prompted, standing to go to the kitchen, gifting Kandomere with a good view of her ass. Not that he was looking! Nope, not attracted to her at all. “I make some great cocktails if you’d like to try one? Or you could be like your mother and claim you don’t drink, but have three cabinets full of alcohol…” she shot a pointed glance at his mother, and Kandomere was surprised to see Adalira roll her eyes.

“You’ve gifted me with at least ⅔ of those bottles, dear,” she laughed, sitting back down on the couch and sipping from her mug with hedgehogs on it. That was also surprising. Kandomere didn’t think his mother was capable of owning anything but fine china.

“Tea would be good,” Kandomere said, not wanting to trouble the human. Odd, usually he didn’t care about the other species. Montehugh was, of course, an exception, but that took years. This human was already on the road to being an exception as well after less than five minutes. The human humphed.

“You sure? I can make coffee, Adalira told me you’ve always preferred that…” she trailed off, seemingly embarrassed that she could remember that detail about him.

“Well if you’re offering,” he smiled, trying to ease her nerves, and she gave a small smile back, turning to the coffee machine, giving him, yet again, a lovely view of her ass as she danced around to a song that only she could hear.

Montehugh entered his partner’s office with a coffee in hand for him. His sixth of the night, to be exact. “Any luck?” he asked, handing the fresh brew to the elf.

“Would I still be here if there was?” Kandomere snapped. He wasn’t one to snap easily, but days of fruitless investigation and little sleep can take a toll on even the most patient of people. He brought the cup to his lips and took a sip, slightly wincing as the hot liquid scalded his tongue. Ignoring the pain, he set the coffee down on a short pile of papers and continued to lead through the ones in his hands.

Montehugh sighed. “Boss, it’s three in the morning. You’ve been here for nine days, running on caffeine and barely any sleep. Everyone can see it.” He crosses his arms over his chest. “And probably starting to smell it, too.”

Kandomere pauses his leafing and stopped pacing, casting a sideways glare at his partner. It’s not that bad, asshole, he thought. He inhaled subtly. Oh... He set the files down.

“Go home, get some rest,” Montehugh said. It wasn’t a suggestion either. “If and when we find something, you need to be on your A-game.” He took Kandomere’s blazer from the coatrack that stood by the door, handing it to him. “Matter of fact, take the next couple days off. I’ll take over while you’re out and update you when we find something.”

“See to it that you do,” Kandomere huffed, shrugging on his blazer. The last thing he wanted to do was step away from his work, but Ulysses was right. He’d be good for jack shit if there was a breakthrough while he was in such condition.

So, for now, he’d take his partner’s advice and rest. That is, once he’s thoroughly gone through the files he’s tucked under his blazer. No disrespect to Montehugh, but Kandomere needed to be on this case at all times. The murdered guards, the Wand. They were all his responsibility.

Three days have gone by. Still no word from Montehugh. Kandomere himself still hasn’t made any headway in the case. He sits in his bed in only his boxers, swearing to himself he’ll sleep after reading over one more file for the thousandth time. It’s two in the morning. His bed’s surface is littered with files and papers.

Kandomere threw the files in his hands onto the open bed next to him, groaning in frustration. Just before he decided to give in for the night, his phone pinged. He huffed irritably as he reached for his cell on the nightstand. Montehugh. A flutter rose in his belly. Please say you’ve found something. He opened the text.

Our tech team was able to recover some of the security footage. I sent you the file via email. Do they look familiar?

Montehugh, you glorious bastard. A smile grew on Kandomere’s face, but dropped just as quickly as he rushed to his laptop across the bedroom. Finally a breakthrough.  Pushing the large office chair to the side, Kandomere opened his email. One new, from Montehugh. His stomach did flips as he opened the file.

He sat at the edge of his bed, slumped and staring in disbelief at the paused footage. He wanteed to puke.

Regrettably, Kandomere knew these elves. Not as they were now, but who they use to be. They were acquaintances of his from many years ago, before Ulysses became his partner. Back when his partner was...

No. She’s not pertinent to this situation. Unless she’s involved as well... Kandomere groaned in frustration and hung his head, raking his hands through his cool blue locks. As much as he didn’t want her to be involved, he had to make sure. He couldn’t rule out any possibilities anymore.

He reached across his bed for his phone, dialing his current partner’s number. “I need you to run a check on someone,” he requested, then continued to give off information.

“Yes, sir,” Montehugh confirmed. When Kandomere remained quiet, Ulysses pushed a bit further, careful not to upset his boss. “Is there some kind of history with this person?”

Kandomere sighed. “Unless something comes up in the search that pertains to the case, nothing you need to worry about.” His voice came off a bit more stingy than intended. He knew Ulysses was only concerned.

“Of course.” He didn’t push anymore. “Anything else, boss?”

Kandomere chewed the skin around the nail of his thumb; an old stress habit he thought he’d quit years ago. “Call for those two LAPD officers. The ones who got roped into the Magic case with Leilah.”

“Officers Jakoby and Ward? The orc and human Bright?”

“Yes.”

“Sure thing.” Kandomere could hear the demeanor of his partner’s voice change. He understood the severity of the case. “Anything else?”

“That’s all for now,” Kandomere finished. “Good work, Ulysses. I’ll see you in the office tomorrow.”

“Good night, boss.”

He ended the call with Montehugh and fell back on the bed with a huff. Kandomere was always a confident man, but he’d be lying if he said the possibilities rising in this case didn’t leave him with a sinking feeling in his gut.

After what seemed like forever, exhaustion finally took over and Kandomere fell asleep where he lay.

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