people are not perfect. Moments it can be. **** (. Münster, Thiel / Boerne)
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG
words : 12 728 (in four parts)
Alerts : Slash. A little light-hearted fluff. may OOCness (out-of-character).
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me, is all of the ARD. I write only to the fan fiction.
Notes: My first FF. : D
Feedback: Sure! :)
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completion
Part Four
cleared about five clock it up slowly. The rain clouds dispersed and the blue-gray sky, which had now been in hiding for days was again apparent. The sun shone dimly through the murky clouds and fog over the whole of Munster was a yellowish tinge.
Thiel got from all this with not very much. He sat in his office and stared at the sheet of paper before him, without understanding a single word of what he wrote. With his mind he was somewhere else.
"Coffee, sir?"
"Hm?" He raised his head and looked up at his assistant, Nadezhda, which held out to him, smiling a paper cup. "Oh yes ... thank you."
"They looked like you could use one."
"Hmm."
She gave him another quick look, the Thiel after Krämer ; ften ignored. Then he wanted to answer questions about his health. Most of all it was him when they all left him alone. This had by far are the worst day in his whole life to be thought he said. Carefully, he raised his coffee cup to his mouth and took a sip - and almost immediately he had him spit out again. Damn was that hot! Since when could the old coffee maker cook at the Bureau of hot coffee? Previously he had always been lukewarm, if Thiel had tried his luck.
"You okay, boss?" Said Nadezhda sympathetic. Their behavior after they had already observed that Thiel employed something, and behaved accordingly prudent. It Thiel wanted to just its rest. Why his work was only so long?
"No, all clear, "he merely said, standing up. "Only burned. I'll be right back -. Tongue Cool 'Nadezhda
nodded, but her thoughtful face pursued him until he was out the door.
In the men's room Thiel bent over the sink and splashed a handful of cold water on his face. Its mirror image, he threw only from the corner of his eye a look: he wanted to spare yourself the sight. He could not even think as he looked like. The continuing bad weather in recent days had already been sapped his nerves and then, this case came about, in which he now seemed to be stuck in a dead end. To make matters worse he was sitting in the terminal neck, for the murder of a teacher who obviously had a very close relationship with one of her students, was very precarious. The press published already so imaginative headlines such as "teacher bribery led to murder," "forbidden love affair in the school" and "the German school system at the end: when educators fail. On this topic was also the last idiot still an opinion.
And then of course there was still the matter of Boerne. That was basically private and had no business being on the job, but ...
Thiel groaned and leaning heavily on the sink. He had kissed Boerne! What had just ridden to do that? And the best thing he could not even say that he was sorry and would never do it again. As evident in Boerne had not been the case ... he had it evaluated throughout the week wrong? He had the feeling that everything is based on reciprocity. And his feeling deceived him so rarely. No, it was not merely been a feeling. It was this security at Boernes page have been: it's okay, it's right, it is natural. As if she would have gone this way side by side, together, together. Thiel had Boerne can almost imagine, as he put his arm on the shoulder, pushed him gently forward and doing well with the adventurous tone in his voice, tried to persuade: na come, Thiel, not as ä ; ngstlich, let's look where that leads!
Boerne was now suddenly gone and had him in this, in the dark can be. The tape was gone, and chest Thiel felt only hollow and empty. And all this because the professor had collided with his pride. Or with his desk.
hoped Thiel any event, that was the reason. For everything else he could think of to explain Boernes behavior hurt him too much, as he was tired of thinking about it.
"That's just came in," Nadezhda greeted him when he returned to his office. "Mrs. Hall, it has brought over -. DNA test for the Duffner" They waved around with a neat pile of papers stapled.
"Stay with me just this stupid test DNA from the body," muttered annoyed Thiel and dropped into his office chair. He had forgotten earlier in the session Boernes office and after he had noticed, he had been unable to cross to go back again. Since the results were negative, it was him also appeared not so important.
"Sorry?" Nadezhda gave him a questioning look. "What you said, boss" did not answer when Thiel, she added, somewhat annoyed, "Well, that is, if you're still interested, he is positive. Shall I call Mrs. terminal for a search warrant? "
" W-what? "Now Thiel drove up from his chair. "What, is he good?"
"Well, Duffner was apparently the one who missed the dead these blue spots added, "Nadezhda said impatiently.
Thiel blinked in disbelief. "But Boerne has yet ..." he started, he worked quickly to his mouth. The professor had not lied but in the end? But why would he do that?
Nadezhda pushed the folder with the results over to him. "They made a comparison with the skin remains under the fingernails of the victim, Mrs. Haller explained to me. Positive, so it does have a conflict between the two given. That should be enough but when Mrs. Klemm suspicion. "
leafed Undecided Thiel in the results, but here everything was black and white. Test result is positive. He did not understand anything more. "Uh, yes, just give time to the terminal," he said finally, absent. A search warrant would give him at least something to do and thus may distract him from his thoughts.
It was just before nine when the working day for Thiel came to an end. Outside it was pitch black already. Kay Duffner, the suspected murderer was in custody after being found on his private photos of the dead. Thiel had spent the last few hours trying to knock him too soft, if possible, but the guy was tough, and more at some point of fact, not even to respond to his provocations.
remained before the Bureau are Thiel and dialed his father. That the ride, the Boerne had offered him this morning yet as generous by today's events was still able to imagine Thiel is difficult. Anyway, the car was the professor's nowhere to be seen - only natural, since it does not Thiel everything was called, and now about half an hour to the joint meeting was too late. So he had it or not, once again endure the gossip of his father, if he did not want to go all the way up to his apartment on foot. And since it had now started again, easy to drizzle, he decided not to prefer this option.
"Where have you left your bike?" Thiel said senior instead of a greeting. "Has been stolen again?"
"No, that is at home," grumbled Thiel, while he got.
"little exercise would do you good, my boy," remarked his father. "As for heart and circulation. But at your club anyway they sit just behind the desks all day and drink coffee, because you can probably expect nothing else. "
" Hmm, "Thiel made. He had no interest in discussions with his father. He had one day to nothing at all more fun.
Herbert Thiel gave him a quick sidelong glance. "Are today's somewhat depressed, can that be?"
"I want to go home."
"So if you have such 'ne whim, just because you have to work so late yet, are you really too good. Today I have my night shift, what can I say this? "
" The best anything, "murmured Thiel. Hopefully they were almost there.
"What are you doing now when you get home?"
"Going to bed."
"You should do something that captures the spirit up. Going out, take a drink, nice people. When I was your age - "
" Is well, Vadder. "
" I know a pub, because you meet really neat people. Shall I give you the address - "
" I said, is good, Vadder "
" can not be abusive Right now, I just want to help you. You hang around constantly so only in your home. Do you have any friends here in Munster? "
" I have enough friends, thank you, "Thiel said annoyed.
"I mean, outside of your work."
"Yeah, outside of my work. Can you stop here, perhaps? "
" Why, do you live on but only a few blocks? "
" I run the rest Thanks for the ride. "
" I eh ; tt up already to the front door down "
Thiel made a face to a humorless smile.. "Running is healthy. So for the heart and circulation, "he said dry before he flips open the screen and fall to the car door behind him did.
burned Boernes rear window and no light. Thiel glanced at his clock. Twenty past nine. No time to go to bed. He unlocked the door, he trudged up the stairs with a heavy heart. In the hallway of the first floor he stopped irresolute. His eyes fell on Boernes door. The tomato sauce and the red stains on their shirts fell to him again, then this uncertain moment on the couch of the professor. And the thing today in the pathology ... Boernes look before they had kissed, Boerne, sat on the floor in front of the ruins of his desk, Boerne, as he stormed out of the office, with sparkling eyes and a flowing smock. I just bring him back his umbrella, thought Thiel and his hand was as if by the bell. He heard the bells inside the apartment, took a step back and waited.
Nothing happened.
Thiel rang again and then put his ear against the door. But not once steps were heard. Boerne knew that it was he?
ring again, this time longer. Finally, he even knocked on the door. "Boerne, it's me," he said softly. "Take it, please ..."
In the empty, barren hallway of the apartment building heard his voice on pitifully, as if he was sick. Sound and tone of voice terrified him. It was not but he been? What had changed his voice? It was deathly quiet except for one of the upper floors was a subdued rumble heard when someone pull a heavy piece of furniture across the floor. Thiel stared the repellent, closed door From Boerne, then he turned abruptly and walked back to his own door. Beautiful. The professor did not want to open. The professor played rather offended. Thiel's guilt should not be. Boerne If no contact and no wanted to clear the air, he would accept it and end. With energetic movements joined Thiel stormed into his apartment door and slammed it behind her back without having to bother to turn on the light. The faint glow of the streetlights came through the window and lit up the rooms of his apartment just inadequate - It seemed eerie and lonely in here, but it was only right Thiel, it nonetheless meant that his anger and bitterness still increased. Maybe it was better that way. Maybe it had never been anything between them, no tape, no security, no perfect combination. Maybe that was only part of his romantic imagination was glorified, who had him caught by surprise in recent weeks as a happy loving teenager. They were just two people as hundreds of others and had a near-relation had like a hundred others. Nothing else. What is needed Thiel already so an arrogant, conceited, totally occupied by himself, capricious -
Boerne went on alert, as Thiel was burst into the living room. "Ah, you frighten me again for that?" He gasped. "Why do not turn on the lights, like any normal person, too?"
It was not that long of pure instinct and Thiel had thrown out the screen for it - a male shadow in the dark in his living room appeared before him, could finally only be a burglar. Only in the second moment, he realized that it was merely Boerne, which it had made there comfortably on his couch.
"What are you doing in my house again," exclaimed Thiel - actually a superfluous question, considering, as was often entered Boerne even under the most stupid excuses for him .
Boerne lifted his glasses from his nose and rubbed his hand over his eyes, he sat straight on something, only to suddenly tormented groan and pressed his hand against his back. "How about if you set the time a new sofa, Thiel? This is as soft as sleep after only two minutes , and wakes up with a Discusprolaps again. Not to mention my shoulders tense. "He grimaced and stretched to loosen.
"What comes in the middle of the night at my house sitting around, as if ... as if ..." Thiel unnerved threw her arms in the air. "Oh, is it not matter what I say here, not listen to anyway! They also feel you can get away with anything! Always and everywhere, mix in and put my life on its head - that borders on assault and even - "He stopped mid-sentence and bit his tongue as he realized that his indignant tirade was largely due to his disappointment. But the last bit of hope Boernes presence aroused in Thiel, who had survived the day. And if it was really just been a misunderstanding?
"bodily injury, huh?" Boerne put his glasses back on. "You say it. So, I think, alone if I do more of this sofa high. I feel like a box of Devil folded in his box. "
Thiel did not respond, instead he reached out and groped for the light switch. The lamp on the coffee table turned on and Thiel and Boerne blinked at the sudden brightness. Boerne was still wearing his elegant coat, which had now, however, some wrinkling. His hair was messy, either from rain or because, as he claimed, was actually asleep on the sofa. Now, when it was light and they could see in his eyes, his sight Thiel agreed somewhat conciliatory. He was still applied, that Boerne had already procured during his absence entrance to his apartment, but on the other hand, was his outrage at this issue as slow as a habit and also he liked the idea that Boerne had been waiting here for him.
"I've been looking for," Thiel said finally, Boerne as neither powers tried to get up to include even the thread of conversation again. "They were not in your apartment."
"No," said Boerne, "I've been waiting here for you. I wanted to make sure that I catch you when you get home. "He pointed to the screen, the Thiel still in the hands held. "They wanted to come with me to bring me back my property?"
"No," Thiel said immediately. "But, I mean ... uh, well, yes, that too. But actually, not so ... "
" Yes, no - Thiel, press to always look so clear. What now? Why do not have to give a concrete answer, "
" They just say, "growled Thiel, leaning the shield against the wall beside the door. Then he walked slowly over to Boerne and settled in the chair opposite him fall. Boerne was watching carefully and a little thoughtful.
"I wanted to talk for this afternoon," said the professor suddenly.
Thiel felt like it was hot, and he dodged Boernes view. "Ah yes ... you said ... because of the case ... in your office?" Damn, apparently he was not even able to form a coherent sentence!
"Exactly." Boerne nodded. "Because of the DNA tests to accurately to be. "
" Ah, "Thiel was able to produce only. He had expected something different and did not know whether he should be relieved or disappointed. Finally, the disappointment was however again prevailed. Boerne did not employ this kiss well. Or his coolness and disinterestedness were merely a mask behind which he was hiding? Thiel watched him closely. He was good at it, people judge - is he completely trusted his instincts. But in Boerne him now was strangely difficult. Now the professor looked at him again so distant and unapproachable as ever.
Boerne looked at him seriously. "Surely you remember that Alberich has given you this afternoon paid a little visit, right? You probably have been very surprised at the results she has brought you. "
Thiel merely nodded wordlessly.
"The results that Alberich has placed over you, are the final results in the case Duffner," continued Boerne. "I hope that you have been in accord with these results and not rush to have trusted my first analysis, which was falsely negative. Kai Duffner is probably your man "
" He is in custody, "assured him Thiel.
"Good," said Boerne, but he did not sound particularly pleased. Instead, he turned his eyes away and then looked around the room. The silence dragged on, the silence was longer.
"Will you not inquire into the causes of the first incorrect analysis?" Began Boerne finally quiet. He saw Thiel still do not.
Thiel shrugged his shoulders. Basically, it really is not particularly interested him, because what went wrong in the Institute was. Boerne had just come to talk to him about the work? So tactless but could not even be him. Or he expected about that Thiel took the first step? "Some idiot has reversed the DNA samples, perhaps?"
"Hmm." Boerne seemed at once a lively interest in the sleeve of his jacket to have developed. He pulled his fingers a couple of fabric and mumbled something Staubflusen to himself.
"Please?" Thiel leaned forward. "I do not understand when you speak so softly ..."
Boerne took a deep breath. Has reversed the DNA samples. "" I said, the idiot I was. "
" The Idiot ... "
Thiel stared at him silently. Boerne time admitted that a mistake was a rarity.
"I only noticed it then," said Boerne. He was talking pretty fast. "So then ... well, than you again ... well, were gone. Since I wanted to put the samples back in the closet - Alberich sorted in the end all the wrong way - you know yes, that's when you rely on other people. Well, at least since I've noticed that I had taken the wrong test - I had compared the DNA from the skin of the particles with the dead, the boy, yes ... there can really be anything out of it. And because I had to start over. Has lasted for hours - the investments in our faculty have been wandering years in the cellar, and we with you, as you noted. No new equipment, a time is ... well, and in any case ... so ... "The embarrassed confession overturned at once in an indignant justification order. "So, all this is because the moment I too have a lot on my Alberich and amused with their students in the seminar - because I must make their work, Thiel! And then there was the body of the diving accident, which was delivered today - total mess, not washed properly, they have the time! So, I'm quite well under stress, very efficient, but even my capacity in this case was understandably limited. And - "
" Jajaja "interrupted Thiel him quickly. He wanted to hear but not all. "Is it not so bad ... after all, you have noticed the error and so no one has been damaged, no? "seemed
Boerne did not hear him. "Do you know why I have switched the samples?"
"Uh, so ..."
"I was distracted. Do you know why? "
" Well, actually ... "
" I was thinking somewhere else. And what do you mean, where was I? "
" I have ... I honestly have no idea, Boerne, "stammered Thiel.
"Now you do not play the fool!"
"I really do not know what you're talking."
"Of course you know that"
"Boerne, which is because to me the thing you think when you work? "
Boerne gave him an almost angry look. "When I think of you, then you will surely to the what, one would think,"
Thiel opened his mouth, but he could not utter a word. Boerne had his eyes turned away, he seemed unnaturally nervous and frustrated.
"To me," Thiel finally repeated softly.
"Yes." Boerne looked again at his hands. "And now you cease to act like the ignorant. You know that's all very well. Alberich himself a few ambiguous remarks made, which I wisely ignored. "
Thiel silent. He had somehow imagined this moment for quite different - the atmosphere is less opaque and pressed. "Then that was with earlier ... not just a blip for you? "he finally asked uncertainly.
"slip?" Boerne laughed. "Unfavourable word choice, my dear Thiel! Remind me not only that. I tell you, I have kept strictly to the rules! Is not the first time that I myself am made handicrafts, but after this experience, probably the last time I will not know who was the author of this incompetent instruction. Presumably the man was suffering from acute confusion and could not distinguish them from the top down! Gently tighten - and what I did? - Each set screw emotional and highly focused to your seat, right on schedule! Tinker, all of you! "
Thiel took a moment to understand that Boerne spoke of his mishap with the new desk. "What has that got to do now?" He asked confused.
"Everything," cried applied Boerne. "And yet you would have to actually know best - after all, you are the one who found the situation seem hilarious"
"Are you so gone? "asked bluntly Thiel.
"Of course!" Boerne gave an angry snort from him. "Do you know how I felt at that moment?"
Stunned Thiel shook his head. He had been speculation in this direction, but now to receive the confirmation of Boerne, was in the moment too much for him. "You! What do you mean, how stupid I am only happened to me, "he snapped at him a little harder than planned. "I - I doing here 'nen Head and I think the worst and all that, because your pride would not cope, you may not even assemble a stupid desk, despite precise instructions, "
" This has nothing to do with pride, "said Boerne evasive. "They do not understand -"
"Oh man, now you have not," snorted Thiel. "Do you quite well, end up times on the nose. You and your stupid perfectionism! Do you know what I was thinking? "
silent and Boerne just stared straight ahead. Finally he stood up. "All right," he said. "Well, we have clarified that. I wish you a nice evening, Thiel. "
Mon-Wait a minute!" Said Thiel somewhat by surprise. "They now want to leave already?"
"Yes, why not? Is still said it all, right? "Boerne sighed annoyed. "At least I will not even know what you are accusing me now - only the matter of the desk, then the DNA test and now this Discussion here. You think I'm incompetent and since you have already asked me indirectly to leave your home - "
" Now me a break "Thiel jumped up and cut off the Boerne way. "Dare's just not for me to be sitting here now just like that!"
"They are but already," said Boerne and raised an eyebrow.
"Keep the example for funny?" Thiel took a deep breath. "Might I also say something before I assume anything, what is not true at all? "
" Please, "said Boerne with an inviting gesture. "If you give me now, even under the nose rub want me -"
"Can not you just shut up and do let me talk?" Thiel drove him in between. Slowly, he really lost his temper. Boerne wanted him to misunderstand on purpose? He breathed deeply in and out until he had calmed down. At least now held Boerne actually the mouth and looked at him expectantly.
"Well," said Thiel. Now he could speak at length, but Suddenly he did not know everything, what to say. "Well, I just wanted to say ... I'm sorry if you are stupid happened." He ran his move with his hand through his hair. "It was also 'a stupid situation. I honestly have not laughed at Boerne. And if you 'build his desk together or not, that does not really interest me. I do not understand why the so upset. "
" I can build excellent desk together, "said Boerne immediately. "I told you there must have been an error in the instructions, or the wood was out of order - "
" Yes, but who cares, "reiterated Thiel quickly before Boerne resumed his tirade?. "Whether the fault lay with you now or in the manual but could not care less. Everyone makes mistakes but sometimes -. No reason here so spur a revolt "
But Boerne just shook his head. "Sometimes you can not afford mistakes, Thiel."
"take it all too seriously, Boerne," Thiel said in frustration. He had the feeling that the conversation began to slowly turn in circles. "Such things to laugh and is good."
"This is no laughing matter," protested vigorously Boerne. "Take only the example with the DNA analysis. I made a mistake and if I had not noticed in time, then you would have made the perpetrator may never - "
" It's still not so sure Duffner was the perpetrator " interrupted Thiel.
"Yes," said Boerne, "but for my thoughts is not that important. What I want, Thiel is simply this: you are relying on that I will deliver you the right results. Imagine Just imagine what could happen! "He paused and looked for the right words to look for before he went on a bit hesitant. "You know, a real ... well, um ... we call it cooperation, which can only work if all parties are perfectly matched. If errors occur, then it can only mean that one of the two parties ... is inappropriate. Then does the co- and not the other party ... might start to consider whether he does not find a competent replacement ... "He stopped and cleared his throat, uncomfortable.
With great concentration Thiel had tried to follow him, but he felt to have lost any important point the thread. "Are you afraid that you will be laid off?" He asked, confused.
"Well ..." Boerne made a vague gesture, "we say, my thoughts were more of a general Nature ... "
" general nature? "
" Or maybe ... "Boerne took a deep breath. "Perhaps of even very special nature ..." He threw Thiel to a short, slightly beaten look.
"Oh." Finally understood Thiel and for a moment he just stood there affected and did not know what to say. Then he had suddenly relieved smile. "I think you really take too seriously. The idea I would not even come in a dream. I was afraid that you ... well, I'm been a little too hasty, and I might just have imagined ... "With a small, nervous smile, he looked at Boerne.
Boerne just shook his head silently. He had turned his eyes again and looked over with a thoughtful expression on Thiel, in no particular direction. It was so quiet that the air seemed almost to be made of cotton. Your gentle breathing were the only sound in the bright apartment.
"Boerne," Thiel said finally, "you know you have to believe not real, continuously getting it having to do it right, so I like you. "
Boerne gasped. "I ..." He seemed for a change, not even knowing what to answer. Thiel liked more this time no one from the gaze of others. They said nothing in itself, but there was no uncomfortable silence. And yet it was a strange moment. After all the misunderstandings and unnecessary discussions, the focus of her life in general, this was a moment that were not used in the word. Thiel knew in a vague way, what did Boerne, and even if he does not have to put in language, he was sure that it was not too different from his own thoughts. Then Boerne
bowed his head. His eyes were open and they kept the eye contact a moment longer, while their lips touched. Finally, closed his eyes and sighed Thiel. It was only a short, light kiss, more a confirmation. But after that they remained so, are very close together, their arms around each other. Thiel leaned against Boerne. He felt exhausted wonderful.
"Then you do not believe that is such a thing as perfection?" Heard he asked softly in his ear Boerne.
"Hmm," said Thiel. "At least not like you." He paused, and then added: "But, perhaps, but somehow in a different way And before you imagine that now was: I do not find you perfect. To you is missing something very decisive. "
" So? "He could feel Boernes smile on his cheek. "And what would that be?"
Thiel's heart was beating so loud he thought it would have to listen to Boerne. "Well, I do. "
sounded even stupider than it had sounded in his head. But Boerne seemed satisfied. He pressed a little bit of Thiel in to see him in the face. "These are your nice phrase," he said softly.
Thiel felt it was warm, and suddenly it was as if this moment their journey together to a large circle closed. He wished merely Boerne would cease siezen him still. "If I want to say something," Finally he began awkwardly, "I can then" you "replace" "perhaps" You
He was almost sure to get to this simple question unnecessarily complicated answer. But he was surprised.
"Can you," replied Boerne with a generous smile.
Then followed a somewhat indecisive silence. Thiel had to be honest no idea what it was that he should answer now. Perhaps love confessions or replace it? But somehow he was released after the whole drama but a bit silly. What really counted, he had always known it, and everything else he would not have anyway to put into words. So he contented himself with his cheek pressed against the re of Boerne, in order to hide his face can.
"Since when?" Asked finally, Boerne with mild interest.
"Hm?" Thiel took a moment before he understood the question. Then he raised his shoulders slightly. "I do not remember exactly ... sometime between four years and four weeks. Does it matter? "
Boerne silent for a moment and seemed to reflect. "I do not believe," he said. "Only for statistics. A large part of humanity that makes a real cult of anniversaries - also a very welcome opportunity to go once again to eat or to make fine gifts ... gifts but without solid reason is to be much more beautiful, so It is basically uninteresting, when - "
Thiel raised his head and pulled Boernes face another kiss her down, to show him that he was totally with him agree.
was four hours later, Thiel on his back in bed and thought about what it was a waste, that the light bulb in Boerne apartment was still burning and no one came to turn it off. He was cold - Boerne had claimed in the night most of the ceiling on its own and now snored peacefully and calmly to himself. Thiel had once or twice tried unsuccessfully to wake him, But the professor slept the sleep of the righteous. So that was Thiel's situation: half of his beloved bed was not him, his right leg was cold and quiet Boernes snoring would keep him awake well until late in the morning.
Thiel smiled and turned around to warm up to get a little closer to Boerne approach ranks and thus at least a little. Outside, the cold rain beat against the window.
He could not remember when was the last time he was so happy.
As Thiel woke up the next morning, it rained still or once again. Thiel was amazed that the fact he no longer troubled, on the contrary, the prospect of being taken away from Boerne in the car, the rain made a lot more bearable. Only when he stood in the kitchen and drank his second cup of coffee, his eyes fell on the calendar and he had to smile. The date had been burned in his head: today four years ago he had his first case before this City stood. Four years since he lived in Munster. Four years since he and Boerne were taken from their apartment doors for the first time together and Thiel him the neatly packaged slatted his new bed was hit in the face. In memory of that day he had to grin. His cocky neighbor had demanded in the first hours of their acquaintance lot of nerve. From time to time he had ever wanted to have to deal no longer with Boerne. How different now everything had come! Thiel shook his head amused. Then he drank his coffee and hurried is to come into the shower and get dressed. Boerne could be pretty uncomfortable if you let him wait.
Boerne And apparently waiting for some time - to Thiel's amazement he kept his standards while extremely patient . No stormy Türeklingeln, instead he had been leaning against the banister and was busy in any financial newspaper. When he noticed Thiel, he looked up and smiled towards him in greeting. Thiel mumbled a few awkward words - Boernes sight reminded him once again on the last night and his heartbeat quickened. He took a few attempts, found the key to the keyhole - he almost dropped it there. Boerne waited with surprising equanimity, to Thiel, the door closed behind him and turned to him.
"Can we?" He asked, then, without any further introduction.
Thiel nodded and followed Boerne out. Hastily crossing the street and they fled before the heavy rain in Boerne new Mercedes, parked in the street. Boerne immediately switched to the heating and soon it was nice and warm inside, while the windshield wipers had to work hard to push the vast amounts of water to the side. Thiel was quite happy that he was not traveling in this weather with the bike.
They did not talk much on the trip to the Bureau. Boerne seemed to be somewhere else with the idea - he just did this or he noticed the short side glances now and then threw him Thiel, actually not? The Commissioner did not know quite what to make of it. Why was there a sudden this thoughtful silence between them? Boerne also thought of yesterday? Should he respond to that? Maybe it had nothing at all to do with him, but Boerne had with his reading in the hallway just discovered that one of its common stock once again was just on the decline. Thiel forced to retire. Patience, patience. But he caught himself, as he nervously drummed his fingers around on the passenger door. All of a sudden he appeared before them lying working like a small eternity, though it had to wait until it again tonight time for each other would. Wait. He had for ages, nothing done but to wait. to let things take their course. To see how their relationship evolved. Sure, slowly. That it had never been disturbed. Now suddenly he fell
this waiting difficult. Thiel has never been a man of great words. If he could, he would have much rather Boerne shown what he felt, rather than say it must. But that was not natural. Not now and not here and especially not when Boerne did not previously receive a little came.
reached much too fast the car is the goal. Boerne held in the second row to the Bureau Building and ignored the driver behind them, who hooted excitedly and showed them a bird, as he overtook her.
"You know," said Boerne transition, "if you want to be the day went anywhere - witness interviews, new body finds or just a sausage in between - you call me. If I am prevented, you can always resort to your father. "
Thiel did not know what to say it, but he finally had to answer anything. "Thanks, that's nice," he said finally.
Boerne glanced him over, he leaned back and reached for something in the back seat, which he handed Thiel: an umbrella. "Here, take. If you can not trust the weather forecast at all, it should not now be much better. "
" Uh, yes ... thank you, "stammered Thiel surprised.
Boerne gave him a critical eye. "Thank you twice in the last two sentences - tell me, Thiel, are you this not good? Granted, you are usually not the big Speaker, but usually it is the courtesies that you first let go by the board. Should I be worried? Are you in the end become even more sick? You should not sleep with the window open as long as the temperatures are so low, that's not exactly wholesome. "
Thiel stared at him. "How do you know that I - Boerne! If you are around again last night broke into my apartment while I slept? "
" Me? "Boerne raised his hands. "What do you think of me? Of course not. No, I did yesterday only a small evening walk in the rain made after you had to go .... This clears the mind wonderfully relaxing. It me your open window caught my eye. I would have even closed for you, but because you did the last time made this unnecessary uprising, when I was in your apartment ... "
" they fall in! They only come to my house when I tell you before I opened the door! "
" How hospitable are you again, Thiel. Now I was so accommodating and have taken the detour to get you feet wet to bring to work, because I could really expect a little more endearing tone of you. "
" Then you thank the rain. If it were not this miserable weather, I would certainly not be chauffeured around in your Nobel cart. Cycling is definitely much healthier. "
" Without these Nobel cart, as you put it, you would not have come to the scene yesterday. But please, if you prefer your rusty Tretross ... and if you are concerned about your health, because I covered a variety of other very fun activities one, at least as sweaty, but where you dry in this weather is. "
Thiel raised his eyebrows. "Ah yes. What? Chess? "
" ... dancing, for example. Or ice skating. "
" Pff! Boerne "
" Just think about the alternatives to ".
" And what a golfer "
" Did you fear for your male self-esteem "
"I think I climb better now."
"Forget the screen do not."
"Yes, thanks uh." Thiel already had his hand on the door handle are held, but then held. The feeling of confidence and security had returned - as they were again, these little squabbles, he knew who were familiar with. And yet he did not want to get out, but do not hang before anything else. The unmistakable something, something unique. Something that Boerne in no case more than could see. But what?
"I ... we'll see you later," he began at last. "I mean, I pass it to ..." He let the unfinished sentence hanging in the air and did not even try to look for an excuse for his visit to the pathology. He had none.
Boerne looked at him closely. "Because of the results of the DNA test," he helped out of it.
"Right," Thiel said a little uncertain. "Because of this DNA story. I hope even know me then more details say about the case. "
" Ah, "said Boerne with a charming smile," I do not doubt it. I think the results are clear, Thiel -. Very clearly "
Thiel afternoon was so eventful that he found little time for to fulfill his promise. Continuously any alleged witness came storming through the door, believed to have seen everything and know everything exactly and at all times to give its opinion on the case,. Mostly it consisted of young students from the same school in which the two victims lived, and had learned. About two clock Thiel was on the end of his patience. Eben was the fifth of useless tools go, the terminal had already stopped by twice and admonished him with words to strict discretion and tact. Thiel decided for a short break. He longed for some fresh air and to Boernes society.
"I am going to short times over in the pathology," he said, turning to Nadezhda. "They come here even cope alone. It's about the DNA test of the Duffner. "
Nadezhda, which seemed to envy Remarkably, not nearly as unnerved as he glanced at her clock. "Yes, but you think that is already finished?"
"The Professor I visit sooner rather than later," muttered Thiel.
"Should I rather go for you, boss?" Nadezhda asked cautiously.
"Uh, no needed," Thiel said quickly and grabbed his rain jacket. With a slight smile He added: ". So I'll make myself ready yet"
He heard Nadezhda sigh behind him sympathetically, as he stole from the room. Thiel could not prevent a hidden grin stole over his face. Poor girl. She could not imagine so.
in the basement of the coroner was no one to see, but Boerne could not be further than the dramatic sounds of a Latin Mass for the Dead - Dvorak if the Thiel not wrong - echoed through the room. Thiel wondered whether he should call, but with all this noise, he would probably hardly be able to hear his own voice. So he crossed the room out of hand and was looking out for Boerne.
He found him in his office. There was raging chaos: the laptop, all writing utensils, paper weight, phone, files and documents, everything was arranged on the floor in a semicircle around a new desk, which filled the center of the room. The old desk had been moved unobtrusively into the corner and pressed there against the wall, he piled up boxes and packaging films. Thiel blinked perplexed and came back a few steps. Now he could discover the professor who was kneeling in his white smock under a desk and had not noticed him, absorbed in his work and the music. Thiel waited a moment, undecided. "Boerne", he finally asked.
No answer, but he had not expected at the crash. Annoyed sighed the Chief Inspector and looked around for the remote control for the stereo, but it seemed impossible in this mess recover anything. So he adapted from a place where the gentle and quiet violin the choir were replaced, and then raised his own voice: "Boerne"
Boerne drove in alarm and a loud scream pierced from under the desk. Thiel could not refrain from grinning when the professor came creeping under the table. He slipped Thiel with an angry look and rubbed his aching head.
"Tell me, can not you warn me before?", He went to him. "Do you have to sneak up as an assassin? Me to have so Death shocked when you found yourself suddenly behind me, "Thiel
shrugged. "Turn the music is not always the case in. The fact that you do not have hearing loss ... "
Boerne muttered something to himself, got up and knocked cumbersome nonexistent Staubflusen of his coat.
"What is that here are actually" asked Thiel and looked around. "Your old desk was totally fine."
The answer, he could not understand, because at this moment was the chorus of the Requiem again and with it a whole battalion of strings and timpani. Boerne only raised their hands. Now it was too colorful and Thiel, he went up to the stereo, grabbed the cord and pulled it from the wall. Once there was peace.
"I hope you are not doing at all that you so rudely," said Boerne unimpressed.
"As long as you do not at all what you do, so ... so loud," said Thiel. "If I were Mrs. Hall, I would have left three times."
"If you were Alberich, which would be better that way, "said Boerne, feeling gently with the fingers of his skull. Then he grimaced. "Thank you, Thiel, that will give a nice bump."
"Why did you let the thing do not just build from the suppliers?" Thiel let his gaze wander over the desk. The instructions were spread on the floor and had apparently been executed meticulously, every single step was ticked off with a blue pen. "We would not have thought that you condescend to crawl around on the floor."
"self- ist der Mann, mein lieber Thiel.“ Boerne wandte sich um und warf dem Schreibtisch verliebte Blicke zu. „Sieht doch viel besser aus als das alte Kinderpult. Manchmal muss einfach was Neues her, modern und elegant. Da macht die Arbeit auch gleich doppelt so viel Spaß.“
Thiel verdrehte die Augen, aber wie so oft in letzter Zeit schien es ihm eher eine Geste der Gewohnheit zu sein. Früher war ihm Boernes Gefasel gerne auf die Nerven gegangen, heute war es für ihn einfach Teil der liebenswerten Art des Professors. „Apropos Arbeit“, sagte er. „Haben Sie denn nun ein paar Ergebnisse für mich?“
Boerne turned back to him and looked at him briefly. "What would you like for me to say?"
"Well, if the test was positive."
"It's probably out of, from which perspective you look at the whole thing," Boerne responded with a significant smile. "What expectations did you come here?" After all, whether positive or not, that all depends on what you have expected. "
Thiel did not like it at all. Now and then he had the feeling that he and Boerne talked completely past each other. He felt insecure and did not know exactly how he should respond. "Please? What is this now? "He finally asked impatiently. "I want to just hear a clear yes or no, in Boerne"
"A yes or no to that question, Thiel?" Said Boerne undeterred.
Thiel hesitated. "Well, the question of whether the killer was Kai Duffner or not," he said then.
Boerne first did not respond and Thiel was on the verge of losing patience. If Boerne wanted to say something - because he had this impression - he could express himself quietly a little more clearly, instead of throwing with cryptic remarks about him. But finally, the professor nodded and stepped forward to make the wrong view looking over the mess on the floor. Thiel waited while Boerne here and there, pulled a file from the stacks of paper. At last he seemed to have found what he sought, and held the portfolio with the results of Thiel's nose.
"No agreement on how it looks," he said.
"No?" Thiel repeated. Here he was safe and had been very pleased with the case in such a short time to have off the table.
"We have the DNA of the suspect with the remains of skin under the fingernails of the victim compared," said Boerne. "Classical method, unfortunately, negative results."
"What still does not rule out that he was the murderer," explained Thiel.
Boerne shrugged. "It means merely that the bruises and injuries can come from him. He did not abused, but maybe he killed them anyway. That out, then I suppose your problem, not mine. "He threw the report at his new desk.
"Well fine," muttered Thiel and shifted his weight uneasily from one foot to the other. So that his visit would be completed in pathology - he had what he needed and could actually walk again. And now it was not a suitable subject for a bit of small talk.
"Oh, was to do what your day?" Asked the professor now. "Has the weather because kept? Down here I do not get too much of it with what happened out there in the rest of the world if you understand. "
" Well, it has been raining all day, "said Thiel. They already talked about the weather? This was always better.
Boerne glanced at his clock. "I'll do today then most likely end at half past eight, if all goes well. If you are up to that point yet in the Bureau, please call me, then I drive by and take with you "
" You do not really need -. "Began Thiel uncomfortable but was interrupted immediately.
"They think that I have you in the rain?" Asked Boerne surprised. "If we ever have the wonderful chance to live, to door to door, one should also take advantage of the daily planning, no?"
Thiel thought I had misheard. "Luck? Tell me, Boerne, what's wrong with you today? "
" Nothing, thank you for asking. "Boerne leaned backward against the edge of his new desk. "Just because you are constantly running around with the seven-day rain-expression, that does not mean I should be ill at ease. "
" And ... you mean it? "
" That with the rainy weather ? It was just a metaphor - we have for seven days of rainy weather, if you count "
" No, I meant it ... Now, with the luck ... "
smiled. Boerne. "Thiel, now imagine but not dumber than you are. I would certainly no problem to find a new tenant. But I would indeed be no more, to terminate your very right mind. No, let's talk about something else, that's not an issue. Have you asked about the license plate? "
" license plate? "Repeated Thiel, confused about the quick change of subject.
"Yes, the park space thief. They have promised me - "
" Boerne, I would have promised anything "
" Oh, Thiel ... "
."Why do not you add another parking lot - what makes it so difficult?"
Boerne gave him a piercing look. "I happen to have pretty clear ideas of what belongs to me. When I see something I like, I want it also may have restrictions. At this point I've made my decision a long time. "
" Yeah, and you do not like to share, I know, "muttered Thiel. It was meant to sound sarcastic, but his voice had a strange all by itself Tone adopted. Once again he had the feeling that the pathologist said more than pretending his words.
"Well, as you take it." Boerne placed thoughtfully tilted his head. "Some things are better by being divided, not as you say?" He pushed himself away from the desk and Thiel registered nervous that he seemingly lost in thought while he approached.
"Hmm," he made. He would like a more reasonable response given, but his mouth felt dry. In any case, his thoughts rushed again into such a mess by its Head that he could continue the conversation impossible in this relaxed way.
"Or," said Boerne, which was now so close that Thiel could feel his body heat - or was it just the tingling heat under his own skin? - "Or maybe it also depends on who it is, with which you want to share something."
Thiel looked up at him and held his breath. Boernes look was very serious and open, the faint smile that was around his mouth, barely perceptible. His expression was at this moment so uncharacteristic inviting that he Thiel almost seemed strange - and then again not, because ultimately that was still Boerne, which he had in recent years in learning and memory. In a strange way this was the intimate and real than anything they had been before. Maybe because it was exactly what she wanted to be. The intricate way in which they had approached each other slowly in recent weeks, was suddenly in a straight line become manageable. And how short the distance was suddenly! No more than four or five inches: the only distance separated them yet.
The next, now unbidden barges would be shot by him personally, but he would give thought Thiel, before he threw all the other thoughts on board and the distance between them closed. The collar of a white coat Boernes provided a wonderful support so he could grab the pathologist and pull down to him. The kiss began careful and gentle as a first introduction, but was then quickly stormy, as Thiel put his arms around him and Boerne heranzog itself. Boerne was an indefinable According to the consent of himself, which, however, entirely in her kiss went down, and wrapped his arms around with some delay also Thiel. His hands wandered back up to this Thiels in his neck, where he ran his fingers through the tips of the close-cropped hair. This light touch Thiel now completely brought all that was on his mind at that point still remains. He forgot that they were in the middle of Boernes office in pathology, where the corpses piled in the next room, he forgot the smell of these clinical areas, he forgot the world around them with all its consequences, & ndash , except that they both exist and yet the warmth and closeness between them and the completion. Boerne broke up shortly by him to gasp for air, but Thiel was not willing to let him escape so quickly, and not one second later they were hanging with their lips together again. Boerne with equal enthusiasm that fell upon him was not exactly helping to rein in Thiel's passion. He urged them even closer together - Boerne came from behind against the new desk and broke a hand just by Thiel to get to the table top to hold - Thiel pulled while around on Boernes Kittel, who began to interfere now - much too tight and way too much, what there was between them. In his haste he did not, however, far and took the protesters snap, which gave the desk of himself, even not true. Then there was suddenly a loud thump and Boerne stumbled back, lost his footing, Thiel was almost torn from his hands and landed on the floor, right next to the desk, which had come loose from the rest of the table and forward was tilted away. Thiel, who had been leaning against him would be almost fell behind and was just at the last moment the balance . Keep
went by a short moment until Thiel was able to comprehend what had just happened. Boerne just sat on the floor and blinked confused before him. Thiel stared for a moment, still breathing heavily. Then he pressed his lips together firmly. But to no avail. He could not restrain himself and then he burst into a loud snort undisturbed. The sight was just too delicious: Boerne, before he collapsed at the desk, the coat quite messy, plenty of glasses askew on his nose, flushed face and his expression a mixture of confusion and helplessness. If not that Thiel would have laughed, he would have immediately pounced on him, certainly was the pathologist he never seemed so irresistible and adorable as at this moment. But since this strange, unsettling and yet somehow pleasant tingling was in its interior, which had to do simply with liberating laughter Place. He held Boerne, out his hand to him again aufzuhelfen, torn between heavenly, blissful serenity and embarrassed shame.
Boerne seemed the whole situation did not find funny. He ignored Thiel hand quilted and retired without any help from the Remains of its new desktop back up. "Apparently, I amuse you gorgeous," he said coolly.
Thiel's good mood was swept away as, instead, submitted a sinking feeling in his stomach. "I'm not laughing at you but you ... uh ... I mean ..." he paused helplessly. Boerne after that kiss just to siezen still came to him almost ridiculous, but apparently it was not the best time to speak out.
"So?" Boerne glared grumpy on. "I hope you do not say now that you laugh with me - as you can probably see, I laugh that is not."
"But ... but I ..." stammered Thiel and broke off. Boerne brought his clothes with a sudden, some movement back in order, he paid tribute Thiel not look at everything and just stormed past him from the office. Thiel was nachstarren him only with his mouth open. He wanted to Boerne behind and stop him, but he felt paralyzed. What was just going on what had he done wrong?
Boerne had now been reached the door that opened magically before him. Silke Haller came in a good mood and with a smile on his face. She almost collided with Boerne, who wanted to push past surly to her.
"Ah, hello, boss," she said delighted. "I've brought you something: there is just very fresh, a new body emerged. A young student who died in a diving accident - "
" I did not have time right now, you see not, "said Boerne applied?. "Mind your own drum as times, Alberich! I'm here so not the man for everything, right? "
before his assistant could begin to answer was, Boerne already out of the room and had the door slammed behind him. Silke Haller drew just surprised eyebrows, the behavior of their boss but commented no further. Instead, they turned away with a shrug and wanted to go to the office. Only now she noticed Thiel, who was still a little lost in the office door and was not quite know what to do with himself.
"Ah, Mr. Thiel!" she said surprised. "Good day. Can I help you, perhaps? "
Thiel shrugged, then shook his head. "No, it's okay ... I've just talked to Boerne."
"So?" She looked at him a little amusement. "Then you may know what he went louse is about the liver?"
Thiel evaded her glance. He had the feeling that the truth would be in big, big letters painted on his forehead. "Yes, we had a little ... uh, misunderstanding, so to speak. "Now he felt even as he blushed. "I fear he has misunderstood me, now is not so good to talk to me."
you smiled. "Oh, do not worry about, Mr. Thiel. You'll get over quickly. . In a few hours he's probably already forgotten "The
Thiel questioned in the highest degree - how should he or could ever forget Boerne what had just happened between them? Finally, he nodded matt. "Yes, thank you, Haley. I ... I have to then again. See you later. "He turned and walked toward the door, tired and unfixed. The whole area seemed to fluctuate around him. Behind him he heard Mrs. Haller's horrified scream as she entered the office and saw the mess on the floor - "What happens here is" - then the door slammed behind him shut. Thiel was alone again.
( continued in Part Four )
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It was not as if anyone would have noticed something. The subtle, hidden allusions were noticed only a very good observer. Malicious comments and ironic remarks were still in rapid succession, usually just rushed past the insults and it looked as if everything was still the same. But then there were those little things that in their All were kind of obvious anyway. Ambiguous allusions, perhaps. The odd compliment, carefully hidden behind the teasing undertone that camouflaged it adequately. Common activities that were more common, even if it's just shopping, cooking, or an idle evening were a couple, rather than eating out or romantic walks in the moonlight that would have been so much clearer. Thiel listened Boerne Boerne and listened to him. Well, mostly anyway. Old habits just die hard.
It had started so slowly and quietly that it does not even Thiel himself noticed was until he already hopelessly stuck in the middle.
Eventually, a few weeks ago, they were again out of these daily discussions - Thiel knew no more what it was ever gone. During this discussion, he had something nice to have said to Boerne, but suddenly I had the professor is gone back to him and patterned with an almost suspicious look.
"You flatter me, yes," he had found. "You do not want anything from me."
That was the moment, understood in the Thiel had what happened in the last few weeks was.
He was actually something of Boerne. Or rather, not something . Just him, just Boerne. The whole man, with all that belonged to him - the Rumgewühle in the bodies and his big mouth and a know-and all of his whims and quirks.
This finding was not particularly Thiel thrown off track. She was so logical, seemed so inevitable, that she had not even surprised. In retrospect it was probably a little strange that he of all the annoying, narcissistic pathologists felt something - but it was the way it is and why he should then try to deny it? It was simply the completion of what they had joined since the first moment together.
Boerne also had to have noticed the changes between them and she did not seem to be bothered. On the contrary, he played along, to let a new on their situation. It could unilaterally. It was somewhat mutual, something in common. Thiel knew that - and peace of mind was in this knowledge: an informality, a naturalness that came along without any haste, and doubt. As if you walked down a well-marked path on which you could lose any more. waiting somewhere in the distance the goal. You could miss miss neither. And as long as he knew that he could safely go this way and without fear.
The day was stressful. At the crime scene, they did not expect one, but two corpses, a young couple, man and woman. The woman had a gunshot wound to the chest, the man's body showed no external injuries. The murder weapon was nowhere to be found. Also had the heavy rains in recent days as good as all traces erased, and as part of crime scene forensics, it was drizzling the whole Time. Boerne was excellent spirits despite the weather, alternately speculated on a classical drama or jealousy to commit suicide out of love and looked forward to the upcoming autopsy. Thiel's mood worsened, however, only after he learned of Nadezhda, the dead woman teacher by profession and the young man had been one of her students. This was a godsend for the press and he could hear the vitriolic comments of a prosecutor terminal already.
first dinner at Boerne cheered him up again and spent the day at a satisfactory conclusion, even if the professor came spontaneously to the idea of tomato sauce from fresh-cut Tomatoes to make themselves, rather than using a ready-mix from the can. What emerged were bright red stains on their shirts, funny dialogues, and the best tomato sauce, which Thiel had ever eaten.
After lunch, they lounged in a glass of red wine a little around on Boernes sofa. The mood was upset: relaxed from their cheerful, confident cooking experiments at a comfortable atmosphere in quiet conversation. They talked about anything significant, but it was as if every word hung on an invisible bond that stretched between them. It was security, which was harmony, it was home. If he at that moment the time could freeze, Thiel would have done without hesitation.
"I think I button attachment that Dr again tomorrow before Mertens," he finally said thoughtfully. "I do not know the secret idea. Somehow was not quite clean. "
" I would rather have in your place one eye on these Christian Scheller, "said Boerne. "The ex-friend of the dead teacher, jealous of the young lovers: bring the two ado, and makes it look like suicide. Just that he has made the bill without the best pathologists Cathedral. I saw him just now watched very closely. To me, no one has acted so suspiciously like him. "
Boerne Thiel threw an oblique side view and failed, it should be noted that upon the witness interviews would not normally be present. "Why is that? I do not think he has played his concern. He also had an alibi and was otherwise quite sociable. To me, the cast as normal, a little focus, maybe. "
"They clearly lack the psychological feeling fine," declared Boerne. "He was too busy to answer your questions. In general, he has almost been Biederman: always a polite answer, complete and voluntary reporting - and how he has offered you hot chocolate, also with cream! This calls out for but fake innocence. "
" You're just offended because he has ignored you completely and that all the time. Smirked "Thiel.
"I'm not offended," Boerne responded in a more than insulting tone.
"If you wanted a hot chocolate, would you not want the same in the second set about to find fault with its interiors, Boerne," Thiel said, amused.
"Bah!" Boerne angrily waved, then raised his index finger. "Did you see the bookcase, Thiel? He was so wrong, however, is the famous tower of Pisa as a one! I've already seen with the naked eye! "
" So what? "Said Thiel, raising shoulders. "The main thing, and does his job, right?"
"From the architectural aesthetics of amateur had no idea so much we wish to clarify again!"
"If all this is what you noticed in him ... "
" They seem to be too intrusive to be so completely gone, "said Boerne tune.
Thiel wondered if he was the slight jealousy in Boernes voice merely imagined, but it was warm at the thought. "How do you say that?" he asked. He noted that Boerne herübersah to him, but he dared not at the moment to return the glance.
"They have at least does not react negatively."
"Well." Thiel shrugged. "I's been noticed and I can tell you I've felt good because I can not. I thought I just stay polite and ignore the intrusion. Maybe it was just too nervous. "
" You believe it myself, "said Boerne, but he was now but a bit more relaxed.
"What I know. I caught it at no discussions with people I never see again in my life. Not worth it. "
" Understand ... "Thoughtful Boerne leaned back. "The path of least resistance, what? You save yourself the rather strenuous discussions for the cost to Mr. neighbors. "
" With anything I need you but talk, otherwise you get bored at some point so in my presence. "
" That, my dear Thiel is probably highly unlikely. "
Thiel smiled and looked over at Boerne. Oh, big mistake - Boerne smiled. Or maybe not a mistake? Thiel knew that this was one of those moments where maybe things could go very fast. His heart pounded nervously - but he was not afraid. It was the excitement, the anticipation ... the tape, the tape was still there and Thiel stayed firmly in order not to lose his footing. He was aware of the warmth of his opposite number - they had already sat the whole evening so close together on the sofa?
The eye contact continued. Boernes smile slowly disappeared and was replaced by a different expression: realization, understanding, hesitation, a question. Please thought Thiel, you have to make a beginning, because I'm not sure I trust it to me ... And as if these unspoken thoughts do in Thiel's eyes had been able to read, altered Boernes to face and he suddenly leaned forward. Thiel thought he could feel his warm breath on the skin. His eyes closed, almost without his assistance. Now ...
Now should have actually pass something wonderfully beautiful, but instead sounded suddenly a deafening screech through the whole apartment. Thiel jumped with fright and tore her eyes again, Boerne went back so hard that he knocked his arm against the small side table and swept his wine glass on the floor where it broke with a loud clang. Red wine was on the floor and slowly seeped into the carpet from the door bell rang and still are.
Boerne sprang up hastily and went without a word in the hallway. As soon as he was out of the room, Thiel formally slumped to the ground. Why now why damn it now? It was the perfect moment! They were so short had been before ... it would have happened, it certainly would have happened if they had not been interrupted. Only now he noticed how his heart raced, and his head was so hot, it was intended as red as the tomato stains on his shirt.
"Yes, he is here - a moment," he heard Boernes voice from the apartment hallway. "Thiel? Thiel, can you come again? "
Thiel groaned and then rose from the sofa, shuffling around in the hallway across. The excitement was still dancing in his stomach and he wondered how he should manage to concentrate in this state, his thoughts on anything else. Boerne apartment door was a young girl, a school friend of the deceased. She played uneasily with their gloves, which she held between the fingers.
"I'm over there ... I rang the bell," she said nervously. "And then I thought, I might have mistaken the door and tried it here again ... You said, I can come at any time if something occurs to me."
"Hmm. Yes, I mean, of course. "Thiel stiffened. Every time - every time - yes, but because they had to show up just at the crucial moment? Half an hour later might have already passed - though, who knows what they would have been that busy - no, stop it! Thiel hastily shoved in front of his exuberant fancy the bar. Murder case, murder case, he had to concentrate on the case. "So, come on over to my apartment with the best ..."
"Is ... is the blood? "the girl asked anxiously, pointing to his shirt.
"Nope. Tomato sauce, "growled Thiel. He felt amused look Boernes formally, but for now he could not look easy. Too many thoughts went through his head until he was about to step into the hallway and fell on him that he had forgotten something. "Moment, I'll be right, I'll get my coat just yet fast ..." he muttered.
He turned and ran back into Boernes living room, not overly quickly, more comfortably. At the moment it was him all right, at least for a few seconds to be on their own to gather safely. Once in the living room he remembered that he had taken off his jacket in the dining room. There they hung over the chair. Thiel picked it up, threw it unceremoniously over the shoulder and then reached for his apartment keys, which he had earlier placed on the small dresser. Before he could withdraw his arm again, no further put his hand over his and held him.
"Tomorrow morning, half-seven," said Boerne.
"W-what?" Thiel stammered in surprise. "Half ..."
"half-seven - I'll take you to the Presidency, then you do not ride a bike. When the rain stops, at least sit comfortably in the dry and beat all influenza viruses a trick. "
Thiel did not feel able to give a coherent sentence on his own. His thoughts were totally busy to process the feeling of Boernes hand on his. He nodded confused and stammered a thank you.
"See you tomorrow," said Boerne smile and let him go.
The conversation with the girl lasted just under three quarters of an hour and it was hard for Thiel, to concentrate. He was not more in the here and now. Morning. He thought only of morning.
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"For the first time dog, Boerne, I will not find out for you where the man lives! And by the way you drive too fast. "
" means you want this ... this park space thief can simply want to exercise so and? You're one of us, the policeman would have to be as sincere the public good at heart. Poetic justice that tells you something, right? "
"Come with me, not poetic justice, just because someone his car on the parking lot -"
"- my parking space"
"The one you do not even legal. Or pay rent for recently all car parks throughout Munster? "
" My car has always been on this parking lot, Thiel! Every Saturday 19:30 to 8:00, can you testify Mrs. Haake. We are in a way old friends, this car park and me. Why is this man's outrageous Rostlaube not two meters away from that block instead of me my rightful parking space? "
" Yes, and what do I do? That really is not illegal to park his car there, or have I missed? Otherwise I would also assess yourself handcuffs ... tempting thought. "
" If I knew where the man lives ... "
" Forget it, Boerne. If she's so interested, why not simply ask Mrs. Haake after the guy? Will know their customers so well. "
" Thiel, I ask you! What should the poor woman for thinking of me "
" Same as I: that you are a child's head petty. more parking Simply pitch one, man. And now you step on the brakes finally, here is allowed only eighty! "
" I can not possibly ask for details about their customers. What does that leave me? As if I would spy strangers behind ... No, no, it's not, definitely not. In the end, it still draws wrong conclusions from it. "
" Something different, now when did Incidentally, when you Haake one? I did not even know that you stand on this organic stuff. "
" There are a lot of what you do not know about me, my dear Thiel. "
" Tjaha agrees well. I could have sworn you order your food over the Internet into the house. Fits much better to you. "
" I no longer buy a pig in a poke! As I get God knows what comes into the house and finally I land on my own table and Alberich diagnosed with poisoning by chemical additives illegal. No, With the best will in the world! Have you read the morning newspaper? The scandal has tomatoes made it to the front page - your dead drug is yesterday. As you see, what so vegetables can cause a bit "
" tomatoes, cocaine -. Die of something one must indeed "
" Yes, your diet that's probably not Sun big difference. - Oh, now do not be offended, that was a joke, Thiel! I'll do well again, I promise. Just make sure that I am now at half past eight on my legal Parking can hold, then we can go shopping together. What do you want for dinner? "
" Spare me just with your Biofraß "
" I have just invited you nice to eat. You are not just polite, you know. "
" If you yet be accustomed to. -. Brakes, brake, here comes a "
" Yeah, I've yet seen "
" Have not you looked over to me!
"Now do not be ridiculous sometimes. When driving normally you look to the streets. Not such a demanding passenger like you would make me to forget my responsibility, as I -? "
" Ah, you also ham the flash level seen "
" What a flash? "
" You have been flashed. "
" Nonsense, that was just a light reflection in a window. "
" The was a speed camera. "
" This was not a speed camera. "
" I've yet seen. "
" And why did you say anything? Thiel, but I rely on you "
" I've already mentioned three times on it, that you are driving too fast - "
" You have distracted me, "
" No, you have! distracted can "
" Next time you may have to walk to the crime scene, the I guarantee you, Thiel. "
" It's not my fault if you can not go. "
" Tell me a cyclist? You said that we must hurry! "
" I said quickly and secure! When we are dead in the ditch, Münster has recorded two new bodies. Next time I'll take the real bus. "
" So, Thiel! - That's enough "
" Are you offended now, or what "
? "No, I had enough."
"Yes, and what to do now? Why do you think? I need a crime scene - you go on! Mann, Boerne! What are you doing now? I eat my account with you the Biofraß tonight, but now you go on, yeah? "
" I can not think of it. They drive. Here you are. "
" I drive? "
" If you always think, know better ... "
" You're crazy, Boerne. "
" Thank you, thank you , return the compliment as I can. What? Are we going? "
It was not the first time that Boerne voluntarily passed on the keys to his beloved car to Thiel. In general, he did so under all sorts of sarcastic remarks and excuses, but he did it out of himself. Thiel accepted the offer most, since he had understood that Boerne place lest his generosity on display, but it would actually make a little treat. The fact that he himself did not so enthusiastic was a car driver and the passenger seat normally quite probably felt he would rather conceal. Why destroy this little secret right now?
And that was just one of many situations where you could see that their relationship had changed.
Thiel and Boerne flirted, for about four weeks together and no one had noticed.
( Continued in Part Two )
