abrightboy | Happily Ever After AU

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conning

“You always do.”

Neal kisses him again, and then they’re walking through the Whitlys’ front door and letting Sunshine off his leash to rush over to Jessica, barking enthusiastically, as Neal holds up a sheaf of documents. He wraps an arm around Malcolm’s waist, glowing with the kind of happiness that doesn’t happen often in a lifetime.

“You’re going to have to to make a Christmas list for an actual human child next year, Jess.”

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Jessica clasps her hands together in delight. “You did it!” she exclaims, throwing her arms around them both.

“We did it,” Malcolm murmurs dully into her hair.

He should be happy, like everyone else. This should bring him joy.

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees the basement door swing slowly open. Nobody else seems to notice. He glances around at the party dishes and grabs one.

“Time for a refill,” he explains with a forced smile. He makes his way downstairs.

The box is looming there. He walks hesitantly towards it.

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conning

When Malcolm pauses a few steps from the bottom of the stairs, Neal calls out softly.

“Malcolm?”

He descends just behind the other man, somehow there when seconds ago he wasn’t. He rests a hand against the small of Malcolm’s back. “Do you want to go home? We can go home. It’s been an exhausting day for you.”

Martin leans against the corner of his desk, sipping from a mug of cocoa. “Are you going to tell him or shall I?”

Neal doesn’t seem to notice his presence.

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“Tell him that he’s a personification of a part of my subconscious that wants things you made sure I can never have? Or that you’re the malevolent voice in my head?”

He starts walking towards the box with more determination.

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conning

“Malcolm, what…?” Neal’s tone is confused, hurt, worried. He takes a step after Malcolm as the world trembles around them a little.

Martin sighs. “Now that’s hardly fair. I’m not malevolent. And he doesn’t have to be just a personification.”

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Malcolm ignores Martin. He looks at Neal sadly.

“The real Neal would believe me,” he says simply. He turns and kneels in front of the box, reaching for the clasp.

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conning

“What about our daughter?”

Neal doesn’t follow Malcolm, but there’s a heartbroken plea to his tone that all but demands attention. Martin stands at Neal’s shoulder, eyebrows raised, taking a long and silent sip of his drink.

“Malcolm… you know how much I want this. You’ve noticed the way I watch families in the park. You’ve heard me talk about June’s grandkids.”

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Malcolm looks over his shoulder.

“Wanting to give you that life doesn’t make it real. Trying to be something else doesn’t make it real.”

“You don’t have to open the box this time,” Martin says. “If you can’t stay for your family, stay for Neal.”

“Neal’s waiting for me. And he loves me just the way I am: a detective that needs to find the truth, no matter how painful.”

He throws the lid open and, at the bottom of an elevator shaft, opens his eyes. They widen almost immediately; the car is descending. Is that… a femur? He grabs it and sticks it in the mechanism. The elevator halts with a grinding of metal. He glances around and sees the skull.

“Thanks for the help,” he tells it, picking it up and climbing out of the elevator shaft to the ground floor. He staggers into the lobby as Dani, JT and Neal walk in.

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conning

Neal’s ears start to ring when he sees Malcolm stumble into the lobby, panic like a high whine in the back of his head as the rest of him moves into action. He strides across the lobby, taking in Malcolm’s beat-up state, the grime, the blood soaking his shirt collar.

“Ambulance,” he says, though it’s a strangled whisper of a word. He lifts his hands when he gets close to Malcolm, fingertips hovering over the other man’s injuries, his face, that high whine getting louder. He half-turns to glare at JT and Dani, the latter of whom stares at the thing in Malcolm’s hand.

“Is that a human skull?”

“Ambulance!” Neal repeats, the word now a sharp demand.

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Almost dazed, Malcolm looks at Neal, then at Dani, then at the skull.

Neal snaps ‘ambulance’ and he frowns faintly and holds up the skull.

“I know who the killer is,” he declares, his voice rough. He looks at Neal. “When’s the last time I talked to you?”

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conning

"I don't care!" Neal squawks, realizes how that sounds, and adds, "About who the killer is. Not right now. We talked before you went to see your sister this afternoon. You said you'd meet me at my place at eight."

He digs into his pockets to pull out his phone and call 911 himself, since neither Dani nor JT seem inclined to do it.

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"I'm okay," Malcolm tells Neal, still dazed in a way that probably isn't comforting.

"Good, because I care who the killer is," JT remarks.

Malcolm gestures to the stairs. "Fourth floor. The Swans."

"Tell me you know something that you didn't dream," Dani says with a lift of an eyebrow.

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conning

"No you're not!" He rounds on JT. "He's not okay!"

The person on the emergency line picks up and Neal all but shouts their location into the receiver, reining himself in enough to apologize to the dispatcher and add that Malcolm is conscious but not clear-headed and Neal doesn't know if he was unconscious or not.

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When Neal says he doesn’t know whether Malcolm was unconscious, Malcolm interjects “Oh, I definitely was unconscious. I almost didn’t wake up in time. We have to go to the fourth floor,” he tells them. “And we have to walk because I kind of broke the elevator,” he explains, moving unsteadily towards the stairs.

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conning

Neal moves forward, wrapping an arm around Malcolm's waist, his other hand still holding his phone to his ear. "He says he did lose consciousness. Yeah."

To Malcolm, he says, "You're not going up anywhere, you're sitting down on a damn bench until the ambulance gets here. You have blood everywhere. What happened?"

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Malcolm looks up at him oddly.

“I got pushed down the elevator shaft. By the Bowry Ripper,” he adds with a little inappropriate excitement. “Real serial killer deep cut. He always killed with found objects. Compasses. Elevator shafts. Was never caught, but he’s been right here the whole time. The whole time. Which is why we have to go up, okay? Up.” He gestures towards the ceiling with the skull.

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conning

Neal makes a noise that could be considered the cousin of a scream, if a scream stayed almost entirely in the throat. He wants to tell Malcolm to let Dani and JT bring the guy in. He wants to crack Dani and JT’s heads together and ask what the hell is wrong with them that they aren’t protesting this.

“Fine.” The word is strangled. Fine. Fine! But Malcolm is not walking. Neal picks him up. Carefully, gently, but quick enough to quash protests. “I’m not letting you have a fit of vertigo and fall down the stairs or something.”

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"Well, um. Okay," Malcolm concedes, since he has no choice. "But we can't make a habit of this when I'm at work. It'll undermine me as a serious investigator."

He clutches the skull close to Neal's shoulder until they get to the fourth floor. Once back on his feet, he lets Dani and JT knock, stepping from between them when Greta asks what this is about.

Malcolm holds out the skull to her father.

"I think this belongs to you."

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conning

Neal catches Dani and JT’s uncertainty. Almost snarls at their quiet commentary. Then the old man is getting to his feet and shock rolls through the cops at his back and Neal says, quietly enough for them to hear as they pass to arrest the guy, “It’s almost like Malcolm is good at this or something. Who could have guessed.”

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Malcolm grins at Neal in triumph. Their uncertainty doesn't faze him; it's normal.

"We can go home now," he says happily.

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conning

“Oh hell no,” Neal says.

JT gives an annoyed little grunt as he secures the cuffs around the Bowery Ripper’s wrists. “The art thief isn’t wrong. We need to get statements about what happened.”

“Hell no,” Neal snaps, his words underscored this time by the approaching city sound of an ambulance in the distance.

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Malcolm looks from Neal to JT and back, then holds the skull out to JT.

"The rest of the skeleton is in the bottom of the elevator shaft," he says.

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conning

A wary relief blossoms in Neal’s chest.

“I don’t have to argue you into coming to the hospital?”

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"No. That sounds exhausting and it won't change anything," Malcolm points out, his energy clearly flagging. There's dirt on his face and he can feel the blood crusting on his collar and in his hair. "Can you help me downstairs? I don't want to go to the ambulance on a stretcher."

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conning

He gathers Malcolm up again, his frustration at the whole situation snuffed out under concern. “I’m going to be with you the whole time. I won’t let them give you anything that would keep you under.”

He carries Malcolm sideways through the front door of the apartment, eying Dani and JT with aristocratic distaste. “If either of your ‘friends’ feel like making sure you’re okay, they can call my cell.”