Happily Ever After AU - for conning

[abrightboy]

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[abrightboy]

“I’m still in the elevator shaft,” Malcolm tells him, eyes wide with fear, clutching Neal’s sleeve. “This is all in my head.”

Martin gives him a look. “It’s not in your head; it’s the jamais vu part of your concussion,” he reminds him.

Malcolm shakes his head. “I have to wake up. I have to get out of here or I’m going to die.”

[conning]

Neal breathes out a half-laugh, trying for humor. "That's not really the kind of thing to say in a place like this."

Still, the worry in his expression doesn't fade. "Let's go to the hospital, okay? Get them to take another look at you? I'll call the adoption agent on the way and tell them we need to reschedule."

[abrightboy]

Malcolm’s brow creases as he looks at him.

“You don’t believe me,” he realizes, and the words sit heavy on his tongue. It’s Neal. But it’s not, is it? It’s a subconscious manifestation of warmth and safety and this is how he can be sure.

Neal would believe him.

Martin claps Neal on the shoulder. “It’s not about believing you, son. Your husband is trying to look after you. You should let him,” he advises kindly.

Malcolm looks less certain and looks at Neal again, his expression questioning.

[conning]

"Please," Neal says quietly, reaching up to stroke the uninjured side of Malcolm's face. "Let's get you checked over one more time, just to make sure you're okay, and if you still think you have to get out of wherever you are, I'll try to help you figure out how, okay?"

In the waking world, Neal-of-reality is about to lose his own goddamn mind. He had to harass Dani into even giving up the fact that Malcolm had called her, and it took spamming JT's phone with calls and texts to find out that Malcolm called from the Canmere and that someone had been there with him. Someone unknown.

Of course, Neal doesn't wait for them to deny him permission before he's on his way to the hotel himself, too.

[abrightboy]

“There’s no time,” Malcolm pleads. “We need to go to the Canmere now. That’s where it happened. Please,” he begs.

[conning]

Neal gives Martin a helpless look, clearly wanting to give Malcolm what he wants and knowing it’s not the supposedly smart thing to do.

[abrightboy]

Martin lifts his hands and lets them drop.

“I’ll come with you. Keep a medical eye on him. Just in case,” Martin offers.

[conning]

Relief. Neal nods, then looks at Malcolm again. “Is that okay?”

[abrightboy]

Malcolm nods and hurries out of the cell, hailing them a cab to the hotel and hurrying to the third floor. He heads to the elevator and presses the button, looking at the doors restlessly.

“I have to figure out how to make myself wake up.”

“Have you tried pinching yourself?” Martin asks.

Malcolm looks at him.

He puts his hands up. “Just kidding; you’re not asleep!”

[conning]

Neal give Martin an aggravated look and takes Malcolm’s hand. “Why here? What’s going to wake you up in this place?”

There’s worry in his tone, even though he’s clearly trying to keep it even.

[abrightboy]

Malcolm looks around helplessly, then it hits him and he looks up at Neal.

“My case! I have to solve my case!”

He grasps Neal’s hand and tugs him along, running up to the artist’s loft.

[conning]

Neal doesn't resist, though he's clearly not reassured. The artist in him though clearly gets distracted as soon as they enter the loft, his attention caught by the art pieces to such a degree that he doesn't notice the body on the floor.

"I like that one," he says, gesturing toward the swan-like construction that is Malcolm's dream-version of The Vagina. Yes, even typing that was amusingly ironic.

[abrightboy]

Malcolm glances around, spotting Wendel on the floor, pressing his lips together.

"I had questions for him." He sighs and glances around. He frowns as he notices the boot prints. "I've... seen these before. But... if this is a dream...."

"Then you could rely on symbolism," Martin supplies.

"Books symbolize secret knowledge in dreams," Malcolm muses.

[conning]

"Questions...?" Neal notices, then, the body on the floor, and recoils slightly, taking an abrupt step back. When he speaks it's almost trancelike, clearly a quote. "Man is a genius when he is dreaming."

[abrightboy]

"Someone was wearing boots..." His voice trails off. "The lady in the elevator. Greta... Gretaaaaa..." He frowns at himself and stands, looking around. The sculpture. "Swan! My subconscious has been shouting it at me. The drinking pitcher, the sculpture, the painting..."

[conning]

Neal grips Malcolm’s elbows lightly, trying to force the man’s attention back to him. “I’m not following.”

[abrightboy]

"Greta Swan was wearing work boots in the elevator. Before I fell down the elevator shaft, I saw boot prints in some paint. Boot prints like that," he says, pointing to the bloody footprints on Wendel's notes. "When we were here before, Wendel was telling me about the Bowry Ripper. The Bowry Ripper was known for using whatever was handy as a weapon. Like the architect's compass. Like the typewriter... Like the elevator shaft..." He pauses. "But Greta is too young to..." His eyes go wide. "Her dad!"

[conning]

"Okay. Her dad." Neal is clearly not following, but he doesn't try to make Malcolm slow down. "Now what?"

[abrightboy]

“We have to go talk to him,” he explains, striding towards the elevator. “He’s…”

As Neal stops with Malcolm at the elevators, the elder Swan steps out of the shadows, putting a knife to Neal’s throat. Malcolm sees him a fraction too late.

“No!”

[conning]

Neal freezes, automatically putting his hands up a little. As though that will make a difference in this situation.

“Mr Swan, I presume,” he says, quippy but clearly afraid.

[abrightboy]

“The Bowry Ripper,” Malcolm says. “They never found him. Until now.”

“Sorry, Detective, but I can’t let my daughter find out what I am,” he says.

“Detective. I am a detective. And I carry a gun….” He pulls it out and aims past Neal’s head at Swan’s, but it’s Neal’s eyes his own find.

[conning]

Neal's expression is openly terrified. Terrified for himself, sure, but there's also a clear desire on his face for this not to end violently. He blinks quickly, forcing back tears, then manages to mumble, "How will this keep her from finding out?"

[abrightboy]

"When everybody who knows it was me is dead?" Swan points out. "Sorry, kid." He angles the knife to start to cut when Malcolm raises the gun and shoots him in the head over Neal's shoulder, causing him to tumble down the elevator shaft. He rushes over and looks down, then looks at Neal.

"I solved the case. Why am I still here?"

[conning]

Neal stares at Malcolm, wide-eyed and shellshocked, clearly mystified by the question. "What?"

He looks down the elevator shaft, then quickly back at Malcolm, too quickly for him to have seen anything at the bottom. "Did... is he..."

[abrightboy]

"He was going to kill you," Malcolm says.

Martin comes up behind him, clapping Malcolm on the shoulder.

"Well done! That's my boy!" he chortles.