#detectivepowell

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for @detectivepowell continued from here

Malcolm exhaled a shaky breath as the heavy steel door to his father’s cell was shut behind them. He closed his eyes briefly to regain his composure as he heard his friend’s voice. Dani was standing right next to him but the thoughts currently clouding his mind made her sound muffled and farther away. Blue eyes opened and looked over to her as he nodded. “Yeah...air might be a good idea.”

He glanced back at the door as they made their exit, Dr. Whitly fading into the distance. Visiting his father was never an easy feat and today was no exception, though he wasn’t expecting to be hit this hard. The man’s words brought back memories he would much rather keep buried that now he was trying hard to block out. To focus. 

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@detectivepowell​ - cont’d

“ okay, I believe you. “ he says, hands lifting some as though surrendering to the way that Dani goes off on him. she does that a lot it seems. especially when she’s close to something that she doesn’t want touched on. “ but the question remains, doesn’t it? whether I believe you or not. do you think I do? that was a pretty poor performance if you were trying to persuade me. “

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@detectivepowell​ from x

“Uhh-- yes? Of course I do?” What kind of a question was that? They were a team, the three detectives and the profiler. And with two of those detectives being out of the question to turn to, she was the only one left to turn to. 

That, and she was one of the most talented people he had ever worked with. Why wouldn’t he want her help?

“I know, I know, but right now, homicide is the only thing keeping me sane.” It was a terrifying sentence out of context, but Dani had worked with him long enough now to know what he meant. “And why would we want to forget the job when there’s lives on the line, and there’s such a good puzzle to be solved?”

Malcolm smiled and nodded as he walked around her, looking at her apartment. It was rare, if not unheard of for him to land in an apartment in the Bronx, but he found it to be cozy. Much different than his upbringing in Manhattan, but he could certainly see the charm that Dani was so passionate about defending.

“I like your place!” He said, setting the file down on the kitchen table. “Oh, um--yes! I’ll have some coffee, if you have any? I could make us a pot!” They were going to be up for a while. Either until they solved the case, or Dani kicked him to the curb.  

“Anyway, yeah-- Edrisa took a while getting back to me, but I knew we had to have missed something at the scene! She did another sweep, and found something else! First-- how do you like your coffee?”

[brightmcnd]

@detectivepowell 

What just happened? 

You killed a man, Ainsley! 

The memory of blood, a body, Endicotts body — flashes before his minds eye. This isn’t the case he’s working on. His sisters case isn’t the one on the board right now. Hell, the NYPD doesn’t even know she has one. As far as they’re concerned, Nicholas Endicott is on the run after having Gil stabbed. While Malcolm is having an internal war with himself and his morals. 

She can’t exactly claim self defense when she slit his throat from behind. The stab wounds will show rage, which — although warranted — will work against her. Is Malcolm as bad as his father if he helps her cover this up? Hasn’t he already? Not to mention their poor mother. Yet another secret from her. 

Bright? Bright! 

Fingers in front of his face make him snap back to attention. JT is watching him with the usual annoyed expression. Malcolm can feel his right hand trembling, stress reaction unable to be concealed. He feigns a smile, stands and walks in front of the board.

“Right, so... what do all these victims have in common?” 

[sunshinewhitly]

@detectivepowell​

It was perhaps rather gutsy; you know dropping by the police station your brother profiles at. To try maybe inquire about his well being with somebody who likely didn’t get the shutdown as much. Purposefully dressing to just try blending in. One case she did not want any attention. Realizing how out of her depth she was once inside. 

Letting out a little sigh before spotting what looked maybe a friendly face. Approaching, “Hey uh sorry if I’m bothering you but was wondering if Detective Arroyo is here, and where his office is?” 

[brightprofiler]

@detectivepowell​  || continued

there’s a shuddering of breath when he goes to turn away  ,  the facade of ‘everything is fine ‘  malcolm is slowly seeping from his grasp and he’s DESPERATE to hold on to it  .  breaking anymore than he already has isn’t an option since he’s already a BURDEN to the team as it is  .  no point in letting any of them in on his much more VULNERABLE side to have them deem him weak for not being able to handle the demons in his mind  . 

just by the way her face falls at the mere sight of him fills him in on the fact that she hasn’t bought his act  ,  not in the least little bit. dani is SMART and he should know better by now to get anything over on her  yet he still tries  .  typically  ,  he’s a slightly better experienced in hiding emotions  . 

the minute his name leaves her lips though  ,  malcolm can feel himself slipping out of that comfort zone he’s been building around himself  . blue eyes widen before he can stop her  ,  dani’s arms are around him and the contact causes him to stiffen and flinch  . its not that he doesn’t want it but its always been a gut reflex  .   no pulling away though  .  not today  ,  

the touch only fairs well in making him crumble into her  .  hands reach up to grasp at the back of her jacket as he allows the contact to continue  . with his face buried into her shoulder all he can do is shake is head in disagreement as the tears fall down his face  .  if only he could tell her this was this worst he’s ever felt  . 

[brightwasright]

@detectivepowell​ dani wanted a new years kiss too !!!  🎉 

socialite parties were not his thing, but he was happy that he was at least in a familiar place, with some familiar people. one of them, God forbid, was his mother. another, his sister -- though that was only a brief appearance -- and another . . . the woman he had invited to save him. Dani may not have been super comfortable in social situations such as this -- she may even be a little more anxious that he was, but as he watched her mingle with a few important connections and even smile over the flute of her champagne glass, Malcolm couldn’t stop the small smile tainting his lips as well.

she was beautiful -- she was always beautiful, but she really shined tonight with her short gown and pumps. Malcolm may have had a hand in helping her pick something out to wear that would both make her stand out, and impress mother . . . which she had been coloured impressed, but more over the fact that her baby boy had invited a woman over. he watches a moment more before the music dulls to something slower, and his legs move as though they have a mind of their own toward Dani before he can even comprehend what was happening.

he takes her hand, politely excusing them both from the conversation she’d been having so he can pull her a little closer and offer a hesitant, delicate smile. he was nervous, and rightly so. the last time he had pulled her in like this, he’d been higher than a kite and she had had to punch him in the face later to knock him out. he hoped that she could keep her fists to herself -- for now, at least.     ❝ Care to dance? ❞     he hopes it’ll make her smile at him.

he waltzes them a little ways out of the way regardless, smiling sheepishly at her with head tilted down to hide the act. and it isn’t until the countdown begins that he finally looks back up at her, realizing he’s at some point places their flutes down and pulled her closer into a tighter waltz. his smile, once sheepish, is not soft and gentle -- he can’t keep his eyes off her as he counts down along with the others in a low tone . . . and practically whispers zero. a pause . . . and then he leans forward to close the distance between them -- slowly, so as not to startle her and so she can pull away if she wants. he kisses her just as softly. the action exploratory and shy. 

❝ I hope the new year brings you so much joy, Dani. ❞    another bashful smile, head tilted down as he pulls away and clears his throat awkwardly. he hopes beyond all hope he hasn’t overstepped boundaries. 

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Eve sat at her desk, lips pursed together, tension straining at her muscles, back straight in her chair as her gaze trailed over one of the detectives standing in her office. She spots another two detectives and Malcolm in the hallway talking to a few of her co-workers and it distracts her. She can’t believe someone she worked with was suspected of working with the cities newest serial killer. How does something like that even happen? James seemed like such a normal guy - it’s terrifying is what it is. Not knowing she’s working with someone who could at any moment decide to kill someone she knew or even her. The clearing of a throat draws her attention back to the present and the blonde crossed her legs, tucks some hair behind one ear and offers the detective half a smile. “Sorry, you said something about some questions?”

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