Happily Ever After AU - for conning

[abrightboy]

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[conning]

Ainsley gives him a tremulous look, glancing Neal's way. "Does he have to be here?"

"I can leave," Neal says softly.

[abrightboy]

"No," Malcolm says quickly to Neal. He looks at Ainsley. "Yes, he has to be here. He's here now."

[conning]

Ainsley leans forward, her voice a little desperate. "Please, Malcolm, I need to talk to you. You, by yourself."

Her eyes are huge, not quite panicked. She opens the top of her coat. Not much. Not enough for Neal to see from where he is in the kitchen. But definitely enough for Malcolm to see the blood-soaked clothes underneath.

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Malcolm blinks at her, staring.

“What is this?”

[conning]

Ainsley drops her voice until she's very, very quiet, barely audible even with Malcolm so close. "I don't know. I was leaving work, but. I blacked out again. I... When I came around I..."

She pulls the coat tight around herself to hide the stains again. "I don't know what happened."

Neal tunes in at once to the change in Malcolm's demeanor, stilling from his self-assigned chore of cleaning the kitchen. "Malcolm?"

[abrightboy]

Malcolm is white as a sheet, and he stumbles back a couple of steps.

"Okay." He runs his hands through his hair. "Okay. You have to... get changed." He goes to his own dresser, pulling out a t-shirt and sweatpants and a hoodie and bringing them over and bundling them into her arms. He goes around the kitchen island to get a plastic bag and gives that to her, too. "Put your clothes in here."

[conning]

Neal immediately abandons his cleaning, red flags going up all over. He goes to Malcolm, touching his face gently to get his attention. “What’s going on? What do you need?”

Ainsley laughs, the sound a little cold, in spite of the tears on her face. “Oh yeah, what does he need.”

She gets up, shuffling to the bathroom.

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“I… need to get the blood evidence analyzed,” Malcolm says, sounding a little stunned. “Can you stay here with my sister tomorrow? Keep an eye on her?”

[conning]

“Blood evidence?” Neal catches Malcolm’s shoulders gently and finds his eyes, worry pinching at his stomach.

“What blood evidence? What’s going on?”

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“I… I told you what happened to Nicholas Endicott,” Malcolm reminds him. “I made a mistake. I made a very big mistake.”

[conning]

Neal has some rapidly-forming suspicions that make his stomach churn, but he still smooths his hands back through Malcolm’s hair. Stays gentle. Takes it slow and calm and tries to bring Malcolm there with him, even if he’s faking it himself.

“What’s happening? What did Ainsley do?”

[abrightboy]

“She doesn’t know,” he whispers. He glances past Neal’s shoulder at the bathroom door, then looks up at Neal’s face. “She was starting to remember, so… the other night I told her the truth. I apologized; I promised I’d be here for her and…. Now something’s happened and I d…” He trails off with a helpless gesture.

[conning]

Neal draws Malcolm into his arms, running a hand up and down his back to try and sooth him some. His eyebrows knit as Malcolm talks. Something pings him as off, but he's not sure what. "That's... convenient timing."

He doesn't mean to say it, really. He's just not used to even trying to keep his inner voice inside around Malcolm.

[abrightboy]

Malcolm shakes his head. “I knew there was a risk if she remembered. That’s why I worked so hard to stop it, but… I should have helped her through it instead. She was bound to remember eventually….”

[conning]

"Malcolm." He catches the other man's chin lightly, turning his face up so their eyes meet. "You made the decision you thought was best in the moment. You did what you thought was right. Whatever's happened, it's not your fault, do you understand me? How would you have stopped this if she did know? Kept her locked up so she didn't interact with anyone who might prompt an attack? Surveil her twenty-four hours a day? We can deal with what's in front of us. We can't change what's already been done."

He kisses Malcolm gently, just in time for Ainsley to reenter the room holding a trash bag full of her clothes. She makes a sound that Neal isn't sure how to interpret.

"Really? You're making out right now?"

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Malcolm is jolted out of the depression realization that Neal is right by Ainsley’s voice. He approaches her, hands up in front of him.

“Ains, let me explain why I did it, okay? I just… I know what it’s like to struggle with the darkness inside and I just thought that… that if you couldn’t see it, you wouldn’t have to do battle with it….” His eyes fall to the blood stained clothes and he takes them from her. “I need you to stay here for a bit, okay? We’ll be back.”

[conning]

"Malcolm, if I had known I could have done something to prepare, or know what to look for before I snapped again, or... something. Wait--you'll be back?"

She's teary, her voice loud and tenses and something in her tone is just wrong. Is this what Malcolm felt like when Neal's dad showed up calling himself Sam? He thinks it might be. "We'll be back. And I'll be staying with you tomorrow if Malcolm needs to leave."

"No, no way, I'm not staying here."

[abrightboy]

“Ainsley…” Malcolm takes her by her forearms. “If we’re going to deal with this, we need to know who you killed. And we can only find that out if I investigate. Right?”

[conning]

"I mean-- I guess, but let me help. Let me come with you."

Neal starts to say that's a terrible idea but catches himself, leaving it up to Malcolm, his neck and shoulders tense.

[abrightboy]

“No. You stay here. Stay safe. I have to talk to a couple people and then I’ll be back, okay?” Malcolm tells her.

[conning]

Neal can see Ainsley starting to protest again, but Malcolm's phone starts ringing before she can. Gil, thank god. Neal's shoulders relax a little, a fraction, because now at least they have a good excuse to leave. He needs to talk to Malcolm where Ainsley can't hear him.

[abrightboy]

Malcolm manages to convince her to stay. He hails a cab and he’s distracted as they head for the crime scene.