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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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