Characters: Miroslav Klose, Thomas Müller, Sebastian Kehl, Sylwia Klose, Luan & Noah Klose, Mario Götze, Marco Reus
Words: 610 | Overall: 29,256
AO3: This Chapter
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“What I still want to know is why Marco killed Mario. That doesn’t make any sense to me.”
Sebastian was squinting as the sun was fully in his face in Miro’s backyard. He had finally come down from Dortmund for that match. Bayern had won, obviously, and they were currently having a barbecue in the backyard. Miro’s treat, naturally.
Miro shrugged as he played with the label on his beer. Sylwia had Luan and Noah playing football in the grass. She was trying to be the goalkeeper. Miro heard more laughing than anything else. He was blessed to be sitting with his family.
“Mario found out what he’d done. He was trying to convince Marco to go to the police and turn himself in. Reus couldn’t do it.”
“How did Mario find out though?”
That had been worrying him too. “I don’t know. Marco said someone from Berlin had told him, but that doesn’t make any sense. Klinsi told me to close the case though. So I have.”
Sebastian nodded. “I suppose that’s for the best. Let the dead bury their own, and all that.”
Miro nodded even though he didn’t quite agree. Something still wasn’t right about the mysterious source in Berlin. However, Marco had confessed again on recording and was being rushed through trial. He would most likely end up in a facility rather than prison, but maybe that was the best place for him.
“I’m just glad he confessed again, so I didn’t have to go testify.”
Miroslav looked to the speaker as he walked out of the house. Thomas didn’t look much worse for wear but Miro knew the stitches near his shoulder, above his heart, were still there. He came to stand next to Miroslav’s chair, resting his hand on the back of it.
Sebastian looked up at him and smiled before looking back to Miro where his smile softened a little into a more knowing smile. Miro shrugged slightly and looked out over the garden.
“I’m glad you didn’t have to testify either. You can recover before we get back to work.” Miro replied simply, as if he hadn’t been as worried over Thomas as he had actually been.
He replied as though he knew everything was going to be fine from the start and not that he had been worried sick as Thomas had passed out at the scene before the ambulance arrived. He spoke as though he hadn’t demanded to ride with him while Philipp took Marco in. He spoke as though he hadn’t waited through several hours of surgery, not knowing if his partner was going to make it.
Thomas must’ve rolled his eyes or made some other kind of funny face because Seb began to chuckle a little. He shook his head with a smile still on his face.
Luan called over from where the boys were playing.
“Thomas, come play with us. Mummy kind of sucks at this.”
“What? It’s true, Noah.”
“That may be but you can’t just say things like that…”
Thomas grinned and moved over towards the boys after Sylwia excused herself back to the food, agreeing that perhaps it would be best if someone else took over for a while.
Miro’s expression turned into a fond smile as he watched the three boys played football. Seb watched him.
“He’s good for you. Keep him around.” Sebastian said, leaning back into his chair.
Miro didn’t look over, even as the boys and Thomas called for both him and Sebastian to join and play a match. As the two older men stood up, Miro replied back to Sebastian, his eyes still on Thomas.
“I intend to.”