The Road Home

[abrightboy]

Raylan's loose ends had been tied in Kentucky and Malcolm's were as tantalizingly close as they'd ever been. He and Raylan made the trip to New York with the intent of discovering the fate of the girl in the box, so they could head down to Miami without... baggage.

They would have to start with the revelation Jessica and Ainsley had made to Malcolm right before Raylan was shot, sending Malcolm back to Kentucky: that Eve had infiltrated the Whitly family to learn more about the Surgeon's victims.

Malcolm let them into the New York loft - a space he considered theirs now, more than his, since they decided they might weather the hurricane season there after moving to Miami - smiling as Sunshine tweeted greetings. Once the door was shut behind Raylan, he opened the door of her cage. Ainsley would have fed her diligently, but nobody would have let her out to fly. Sunshine took off across the loft and Malcolm grinned, watching her go.

He looked at Raylan. "We can still bring her with us when we leave, right?"

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[tinstar]

Raylan almost thought about not sitting down, but looming wasn't going to do anything to dissuade her from thinking he was a bodyguard and support did not include harassing the target, even passively. He sat with a soft nod of encouragement to Malcolm's long glance, hands draping over the arms of the chair as he crossed his legs and settled his steadfast gaze on Eve.

Okay, maybe a little passive harassment. But it didn't last long as they got into it; they were both being kind about it, as kind as they could be and Raylan could almost see where they would have fit together very well. Exactly the kind of girl that Jessica would want Malcolm to marry.

"And if he does, I'm going to do my best to keep the law out of it." But Malcolm wasn't going alone. Raylan could look the other way for personal business; he asked it of his partners enough and he wasn't marrying any of them.

[abrightboy]

Eve looked at Raylan a moment, then looked at Malcolm, then nodded.

"I'm not going to halt my investigation," she warned them.

Malcolm pressed his lips together, tucking the picture into his jacket.

"This will work better if we share information."

She looked at him a little defiantly.

[tinstar]

"No one is askin' you to," Raylan said, uncrossing his legs and leaning forward, his face a little softer for the lift of his eyebrows and the way his hat lifted with it.

"You both want the same answers. Why take the chance that you know somethin' that helps him put something together or vice versa?"

With the hint of resource that Raylan offered on top of it, it seemed like a sweet deal from where he was sitting.

[abrightboy]

Eve considered Raylan for a moment, then looked at Malcolm.

“If all the cards are on the table, why don’t you just ask him?” she said coolly.

“I intend to, but don’t expect much from that,” Malcolm told her. “I’ve been asking him about her for twenty years and he’s never even admitted she exists.”

Eve looked at Raylan again. “So make him talk. That’s what you do, right?”

[tinstar]

"The US Marshals Service is meant to catch fugitives, not investigate. I can press him, and will, given the chance, but I don't expect a beating or an interrogation to mean much against a man we got no leverage against," he offered reasonably. If he could beat Martin into confession, he would do it; happily so.

"But even if he did tell me, we can't be sure it ain't a lie on it's face. He's got no reason to tell us anything."

Raylan wished he could be more helpful, but there were limitations in the reality of the situation that he had to abide by.

"Which means if you find somethin' he hasn't admitted to, we can use that and what we learn.." He gestured towards her. What they learned, they'd share as suggested and hope the cycle continued.

"We're on the same side here. The side that finds out what happened to your sister, no matter what that answer is."

[abrightboy]

Malcolm watched her for a moment, while her gaze was on Raylan.

“You’ve already decided it’s the only way. We shouldn’t waste any time,” he said, standing up.

“I really did like you, you know,” she informed him.

He shook his head, jaw tightening a little. “Don’t,” he requested only looking at her sidelong before turning and heading out the door.

By the time they were in the elevator, the wheels in his head were turning as he stared at the photograph.

[tinstar]

Raylan stood up after Malcolm, knowing his cues and following them, letting Malcolm have his last word and closing the door on Eve's stunned, pained face. Raylan was smart enough to stay silent until they got into the elevator, but his eyes stayed locked on Malcolm's face as the door closed beside them.

"You okay?"

First things first. He didn't much care about how Eve felt - she made her decisions, she would have to live with them. His only concern was the man next to him.

[abrightboy]

Malcolm looked up at him, then slowly nodded.

“I just keep… wishing I could regret what happened, but I think my night terrors did me a favour for once. When she came back that night, after the date went so badly, I thought… wow, she must really like me. But she didn’t. And I keep thinking about what my life would have been like if I was with her when I met you. And then I think… shut up, Malcolm. It didn’t go that way and you’re getting married. Married. To someone who does really like you. So focus and solve the case,” he explained, eyes drifting back to the photo.

[tinstar]

"It didn't go that way," Raylan echoed, stepping over to bump their shoulders together so he could look at the photo too.

"And if it had, who knows. Maybe she would have broken up with you when she found out what she wanted and you could have still had this. But you do. Have this," he expressed with a glance over.

"So what's our next move?"

[abrightboy]

Malcolm looked up at him.

God, he wanted to throw his arms around Raylan and kiss him breathless. But maybe not in Eve’s elevator.

“I have to talk to my father,” he said with a hint of trepidation. “He’s the only one that really knows.”

[tinstar]

He took a deep breath through his nose and nodded, resisting a similar urge to wrap himself around Malcolm and silently promise to be a bastion against the bullshit of his family. But definitely not in a place where it could be used against the profiler. This wasn't friendly ground.

"Then we go to Clairmont. Together. I can't promise I won't punch him again but I can promise that I will try not to." They needed Malcolm's answers before they could go to Miami. Raylan would do whatever he had to, including controlling himself, to get to that end. To get Malcolm away from the dark hell that New York and his Family seemed to bring.

"We can make it through a conversation, I'm sure."

[abrightboy]

Malcolm smiled up at him.

"The things you do for me," he teased lightly, but he also meant it. Raylan didn't have to be here at all. He didn't have to agree to this. He could have been like everyone who ever told him she wasn't real or that this was all so far in the past it couldn't matter anymore. He could have told him he was going to Miami and to take it or leave it. But he came here to do this. For Malcolm.

When they reached Claremont, Malcolm took a deep breath before walking into the building, centring himself, straightening his tie.

When they reached Martin Whitly's cell, he took one more deep breath before Mr David unlocked the door and they stepped inside.

"My boy," Martin said with delight. "I didn't know you were back in town. And Raylan. I know we've had our differences, but with you joining our family, I'm glad you've come by to put them behind us."

[tinstar]

Raylan bobbed his head to the side and down, smiling bashfully before looking up at the elevator floor number. "I ain't done it yet, don't let me get ahead of myself."

He might still punch Martin, depending on how the man acted but he would honestly try.

Once in the parking lot of Claremont, Raylan watched Malcolm prep himself, hating that he had to. If only he could give the smaller man some of the raw, inarguable fury for Arlo that let Raylan cut off his heartstrings for the man that had helped create him. But he couldn't. He could only support Malcolm as he went through this.

Raylan kept his expression civilized, sliding on a shallow smile over a faint lift of his eyebrows and a shrug of his lips. In truth, hearing Martin say his name that way made his skin crawl but he wasn't going to give the man the satisfaction of knowing that, in any way. "I can assure you that is not why I'm here. Malcolm's got a few questions for you and I'm here for moral support."

Moral support and a peek into how Martin and Malcolm interacted together over one of the most important issues of their relationship.

Raylan ambled over towards Martin's 'library', utterly ignoring the line or if his foot stepped over it as he peered in to look at the spines.

[abrightboy]

Martin’s body language remained completely oriented towards Malcolm, but his eyes tracked Raylan’s movements.

“My boy always has questions. He has a curious and active mind, just like his old dad.”

“I’ve discovered the identity of the girl in the box,” Malcolm says coolly. “Sophie Sanders. What did you do with her?”

Martin laughs, looking from Malcolm to Raylan and back.

“The girl in the box. You’ve been going on about that fantasy for years.”

[tinstar]

Raylan hummed noncommittally in response, not acknowledging the statement otherwise as he let the two of them get on with it, but he couldn't help the petty, nosy, assholish part of himself that pulled a book off the shelf. Opening it up, Raylan wandered back onto his side of the line and took to leaning near the door, flipping through the pages, eyebrows lifting in surprise at the detail he found within.

Most sophisticated picture book with collage level notes he's ever seen in his life.

Oh don't mind him over here, casually flipping through Martin's shit.

[abrightboy]

“Sophie Sanders. You put her in a box in our basement. And then you brought her on the camping trip. Then what?”

“Honestly, Malcolm. Sometimes your imagination is a little too active…” he started with a laugh.

“STOP,” Malcolm said firmly. “Just stop. If you’re not going to cooperate, we’re leaving.”

Martin watched him warily, then looked over at Raylan.

“How are you enjoying my journals?”

[tinstar]

Page after page lazily flipped - Raylan aimed to be the most boring thing in the room but Martin clearly had other ideas. Raylan looked over at his question, eyebrows lifting as he glanced back down at the drawings with a shrug of his lips.

"You draw these yourself?" Raylan asked in a Not answer, looking over at Martin side long before pushing off the wall, eyes dropping down at the book as he comes back to Malcolm's side, almost annoyingly . "You've got a good hand at it if that's the case. Attention to detail. The kind of attention to detail that suggests a colorin' pencil set maybe, and a damned good memory. How long did you practice again? Been a few months since I bothered to read your file," he continued, finally raising his dark eyed, too friendly smile at Martin.

"Answer Malcolm's question."

[abrightboy]

“I’ve answered Malcolm’s question,” Martin told him, approaching the line. “The answer doesn’t change just because he doesn’t like it.”

Malcolm’s jaw flexed. The tether pulled taut.

“I practiced for over ten years, though I consult to this day.” He held his cuffed hands out for the journal. “Though my time as a surgeon was cut tragically short when my ungrateful son grassed me to the authorities.”

[tinstar]

"All you've told him is that he's 'imaginative'-" And somehow, when Raylan echoed the word, it dripped with condensation. "-That isn't an answer. You know he's telling the truth."

Raylan didn't flinch or step back, he took Martin's approach with the same level, steady eyed personage that he maintained regardless of how he felt.

"If you're still consulting, there's no old man excuse to fall back on. This is all a dance to help you avoid facin' whatever fall out you think will come of tellin' him the truth. If you're worried about the Marshal's service," Raylan continued, reaching out to pluck an errant hair out of Martin's sweater shoulder and cast it off to the side and a look with a rub of his fingers before nonchalantly returning his eyes to Martin.

"You shouldn't be. I'm not here on behalf of the Government. This time. So if you'd like to see your 'dear boy' again.. Answer his question."

Raylan's smile lifted a little as he dropped one of his ace cards.

"Or I take him to Miami, and you don't see him again for.." Raylan shrugged. "Always so hard to find the time to come back home, isn't it."

[abrightboy]

Martin snorted. “Miami,” he said derisively, like that was the stupidest thing anyone had ever said to him, but he looked at Malcolm and Malcolm saw That Look hidden underneath it.

“That’s where we’ve decided to live. It’s only over five times further away than DC was,” Malcolm noted dully. “That should about do it.”

Martin’s expression becomes feral, the belt of his tether straining as he leans towards Raylan.

“If you think for a moment your badge would protect you when my moment comes, you’ll be fatally mistaken.”

[tinstar]

Raylan's smile lifted a little around the edges and the journal was snapped shut pointedly, the gust of air no doubtly felt on the underside of Martin's chin.

"You might wanna take a number on that one. If you think the badge is the only thing I got to protect me, this is gonna be an easy fight," he taunted, eyes narrowing a little as he walked away towards the bookshelf to put his 'borrowed' book back.

"You took Malcolm and Someone else on a campin' trip. Loaded up the girl in the box, in the back.. To kill her up where no one could hear, I'm guessing," he elaborated as he turned around, nodding like he understood the reasoning. "Awfully messy if someone hears what's goin' on. Let's walk through that. So you arrive at the cabin and unload?"

[abrightboy]

“I never needed to go anywhere for that. Hasn’t Malcolm shown you the kill room in the basement? That was my special place. No one heard him scream when my erstwhile colleague dragged him down there and nobody would have heard her either,” Martin tells him.

[tinstar]

"Good for you, we'll get you the Soundproofing of the year award," Raylan replied flippantly. "So, why'd you bring her on your trip then?"

[abrightboy]

“The camping trip wasn’t for her,” Malcolm said softly. “He took me on the camping trip to kill me. Killing her there, too, was… two birds and one stone.”

“And as it turns out, you stabbing John threw all the stones into the river, as it were. Has it occurred to you that maybe I didn’t kill anyone on the camping trip?” Martin countered.

[tinstar]

Raylan kept his reaction to that buried deep inside, keeping his eye contact on Martin's face as his jaw flexed a little.

"So the plan went bad and what, she escaped?" It was a failing, but Raylan couldn't imagine Martin letting her go. It didn't fit into the narcissisms of the man.