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Only she seduces him, gets him all tied up and in a very compromising position and the gang bust in to find a bondage scene and Bright is....enjoying it a little too much.
Malcolm and Dani are secretly dating but haven't gotten intimate yet cuz we know how the last time ended with whatsherface.
But Dani brings it up cuz seeing him all tied up and submissive just makes her feel all sorts of ways.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 3/?
Fandom: Prodigal Son (TV 2019)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Malcolm Bright/Dani Powell, Malcolm Bright & Dani Powell
Characters: Dani Powell, Malcolm Bright, Gil Arroyo
Additional Tags: Suicidal Thoughts, Whump, Angst, Near Death Experiences, Near Death
Summary:
The NYPD found a body washed up on shore and Malcolm is trying to get into the mind of the victim this time, trying to figure out if it was Murder or Suicide. Only he's had a little too much to drink and is on the wrong side of the railing on a nearby bridge. And as we all know, when Malcolm Bright is involved accidents are bound to happen.
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He stood at the edge of the bridge, looking down at the water that reflected the same blue as his eyes. Could he do it? Could he jump? The wind blew his suit jacket here and there, making a whipping noise that was easily drowned out by the sound of cars zooming by.
Nobody cared, nobody even noticed.
He leaned forward, finger tips barely grasping the railing behind him. It was intended to be safety precautions, intended to stop people from jumping. Recently the NYPD found a body washed on shore. Edrisa's autopsy stated he didn't have water in his lungs, at least not enough that it was the cause of death. He had not drowned, hadn't suffered. The impact was enough to end it, there was no other signs of trauma to imply he'd been killed before and dumped into the water.
The vic had jumped, he hadn't suffered other than that initial impact. There was alcohol in his system, just like Malcolm Bright currently had running through his own. Alcohol to lower inhibitions. Had he slipped, or had he jumped though? Was his intent to die or was there something else, something Bright was missing? Was this a murder or a suicide? Why had nobody reported the vic missing? He had loved ones, coworkers, family, friends. Nobody had noticed he'd been gone for over 24 hours, or at least that's how long Edrisa suspected the body had been floating before some lady walking her dog had found the body. With that much bloating from the water it was hard to tell.
Gil wanted the case closed. It wasn't murder, it was suicide. Why had he jumped though? Why had nobody noticed he was missing? Would anyone notice Bright was missing? As if someone read his mind, suddenly his pocket started vibrating from someone calling. Fingers slipping away from the railing, Malcolm turned from the water with the phone in hand and didn't even bother looking at the name on the screen.
"What is it, mother?" She had been calling non-stop since he hung up on her and neglected to show up to the dinner she asked him and Ainsley to come to.
"Whoa Bright…" Ok most definitely not the sound of his mother's voice. Moving the phone away from his ear, Malcolm looked down to see it was actually Dani who was calling. A tired smile spread across his lips as he put the phone to his ear just as he heard the tail end of whatever she was talking about.
Wind. She could hear the wind. She asked where he was.
"I uh...I'm driving with the windows down...sorry what's up?" It was a lie and Dani was able to sniff out a lie a mile away. There was a pause before Dani explained that they found bruising on the VIC's legs. Edrisa thought it might have been from tape but they weren't sure.
"So he didn't jump?" Malcolm's heart clung to those words, waiting desperately to hear the response. Instead of answering the question though, Dani asked where he was again. Moving to face back towards the water, Malcolm leaned back against the railing. As he did, however, there was a loud honking noise from a car which caused him to jump with a gasp.
Stepping away from the offending noise instinctively, Malcolm almost lost his footing. Luckily instead of falling towards the water, he fell towards the railing with a gasp of fear followed by laughter. The alcohol was doing more than lowering his inhibitions. On the other side of the phone Dani asked once again where he was. Gil was likely with her and Malcolm didn't want either of them to worry about him.
"I'm just getting some air, building the profile." He smiled into the phone, because even though Dani couldn't see it, it was easier to pretend you are ok if you made the motions.
"Bright I'm going to come pick you up. Let me know where you are and we can go visit the family." Oh how Malcolm loved meeting families, especially when it came to the childhood homes. He could see where someone was born, where they were raised, where they were made.
There was another loud honking noise then someone yelled out. Looking behind him towards the cars, Malcolm saw headlights pointed in direction. Someone had noticed, was yelling at him. But then, whether something had triggered it or whether he was just exhausted and delusional, he saw her again. The girl in the box. She came for him, blocking out the lights coming from the car. Terrified, Malcolm instinctively moved away from the ghoulish figure.
That was a mistake.
He lost his balance completely. Grasping for the railing, Malcolm dropped the phone and saw as the bridge became further and further away before a flash of pain and water knocked him out of his senses.
"Bright? BRIGHT??!" She knew something was wrong as soon as he answered the phone. It's not that he didn't 'go out', in fact she really didn't know what he did in his free time when he wasn't antagonizing Gil, JT and herself. Did he even have free time away from them and his family? Either way, something sounded off. She could hear so much wind, too much for him to be in the city. Cars were driving by in the background and he seemed unsteady.
Dani heard the honking in the background, someone saying not to jump. By this point Bright was on speaker phone and Gil and Dani were already rushing out of the room, JT on their heels. Dani could hear Bright let out a frightened scream and then the sound of rushing water before the line died.
"He's gotta be at the same bridge. Bright said he was building the profile!" Gil was thinking quick and Dani could barely feel her feet hitting the pavement as they got outside. How she was able to move, able to breathe, able to function at this point was beyond her. It was like she was numb and hyper aware all at once. Suddenly she was buckled into the passenger seat as Gil drove and JT was calling in backup. They headed to the same bridge their vic was found near but they sent ambulances to others just in case. Soon after they got a call over the radio that someone called 911 at the very bridge they were headed towards.
Every second felt like it dragged on for hours. Traffic was backed up and Dani contemplated getting out of the car and running the rest of the way. Apparently there was also an accident up ahead. Just their luck. Flicking the emergency lights on, Dani reached over to the steering wheel and slammed on the horn. She could barely hear it, as if the sound of water was in her ears, louder than the sounds around her. Not louder than the sound she heard through the speaker earlier, over and over again in her mind.
Fear. Panic. He had fallen. Or had he jumped? Dani's insides twisted and she had to roll down the window to keep back the bile that threatened to come up at the thought that Bright had jumped.
"It's going to be okay." How many times had Gil said that inside his head before being able to say it out loud? Dani's eyes were wild with fear, with pain. She wanted to ask if that was true, to ask what if he wasn't right. But all she could do was nod, tears building in her eyes. She wouldn't cry, just like Gil wouldn't. Dani knew how much Gil loved Bright, he was like a son, all Gil had left after his wife passed. Dani hadn't known Bright long but there was something about him that made her smile when she didn't want to smile, despite how frustrating he could be.
"Yeah" That's all she could say before she felt her throat close up. It's going to be ok. She had to say that, to not imagine Bright jumping from the bridge. The traffic finally parted for them but it wasn't fast enough. She almost didn't hear the radio, didn't hear it until JT made a sound from the back. He was talking to someone. Suddenly her senses returned as Dani turned to look towards JT.
"They found him…"
Listening to the radio Dani felt useless, like she was so close and yet so far. They were a couple blocks away and she couldn't listen to the radio anymore. Throwing the car door open, Dani started running as fast as she could. She took shortcuts, not caring about private property or fences. She didn't care when a fence ripped her jacket, didn't care that her lungs burned as she ran faster than she'd ever run before. She just couldn't sit there anymore. Couldn't sit there and do nothing.
Dani wasn't sure how long it took her, however as she got to the bridge she saw the emergency lights reflecting off the surface of the water. There were first responders on the scene. Police kept bystanders back as a boat pulled up to the shore.
Pushing through the crowd, Dani ran head first into one of the officers on crowd control. Shooting daggers at anyone who dare stand between her and that boat, Dani grabbed both her gun and her badge at the same time. Gil would scold her if he was there but the car hadn't gotten there yet, not that she could tell anyways.
Instantly the officer in his blues stepped aside and Dani ran to where the EMTs were. He was there. One of the paramedics was performing CPR as two others hoisted Malcolm back on dry land.
"Is...is he…?" Her question lingered as the paramedic continued to do chest compressions. He wasn't breathing. He wasn't responsive. Bright was soaked, his usually perfect hair across his face and she just wanted to fix it for him. She wanted him to be able to give her that look he always did when she fussed over him. Like he didn't have a care in the world and she shouldn't either. But she did. She cared about him. No matter how crazy he was, no matter how many times he put himself and sometimes others in danger. He had no sense of self preservation. And here he was, a paramedic bringing a defibrillator from the truck and preparing it to hopefully shock him back.
Dani wasn't sure at what point she got closer or at what point she fought off and threatened one of the paramedics. Next thing she knew she had his hand in hers. It was cold, too cold. Tears finally broke from her eyes, streaming down her face. She didn't notice it though, too busy looking down at his face. A face usually so full of life. So full of light. No wonder he changed his name to Bright. Now it was dark, cold, the bags under his eyes no longer hidden by that goofy smile of his and the bright blue eyes that always seemed to light up when she was there.
"Dani….Dani you have to let them work" Gil caught up, pulling Dani away from Malcolm as the paramedics tried one more time with the defibrillator. The bruises on his ribs were barely healed from the last near death experience. Her throat closed up again as they put him on a stretcher and wheeled him to the ambulance. She wanted to follow, needed to, she couldn't bear to sit in traffic again, not when she didn't know if he was okay or not. This wasn't Dani Powell's first rodeo with near death experiences with Malcolm Bright and God she hoped this wouldn't be the last.
He stood at the edge of the bridge, looking down at the water that reflected the same blue as his eyes. Could he do it? Could he jump? The wind blew his suit jacket here and there, making a whipping noise that was easily drowned out by the sound of cars zooming by.
Nobody cared, nobody even noticed.
He leaned forward, finger tips barely grasping the railing behind him. It was intended to be safety precautions, intended to stop people from jumping. Recently the NYPD found a body washed on shore. Edrisa's autopsy stated he didn't have water in his lungs, at least not enough that it was the cause of death. He had not drowned, hadn't suffered. The impact was enough to end it, there was no other signs of trauma to imply he'd been killed before and dumped into the water.
The vic had jumped, he hadn't suffered other than that initial impact. There was alcohol in his system, just like Malcolm Bright currently had running through his own. Alcohol to lower inhibitions. Had he slipped, or had he jumped though? Was his intent to die or was there something else, something Bright was missing? Was this a murder or a suicide? Why had nobody reported the vic missing? He had loved ones, coworkers, family, friends. Nobody had noticed he'd been gone for over 24 hours, or at least that's how long Edrisa suspected the body had been floating before some lady walking her dog had found the body. With that much bloating from the water it was hard to tell.
Gil wanted the case closed. It wasn't murder, it was suicide. Why had he jumped though? Why had nobody noticed he was missing? Would anyone notice Bright was missing? As if someone read his mind, suddenly his pocket started vibrating from someone calling. Fingers slipping away from the railing, Malcolm turned from the water with the phone in hand and didn't even bother looking at the name on the screen.
"What is it, mother?" She had been calling non-stop since he hung up on her and neglected to show up to the dinner she asked him and Ainsley to come to.
"Whoa Bright…" Ok most definitely not the sound of his mother's voice. Moving the phone away from his ear, Malcolm looked down to see it was actually Dani who was calling. A tired smile spread across his lips as he put the phone to his ear just as he heard the tail end of whatever she was talking about.
Wind. She could hear the wind. She asked where he was.
"I uh...I'm driving with the windows down...sorry what's up?" It was a lie and Dani was able to sniff out a lie a mile away. There was a pause before Dani explained that they found bruising on the VIC's legs. Edrisa thought it might have been from tape but they weren't sure.
"So he didn't jump?" Malcolm's heart clung to those words, waiting desperately to hear the response. Instead of answering the question though, Dani asked where he was again. Moving to face back towards the water, Malcolm leaned back against the railing. As he did, however, there was a loud honking noise from a car which caused him to jump with a gasp.
Stepping away from the offending noise instinctively, Malcolm almost lost his footing. Luckily instead of falling towards the water, he fell towards the railing with a gasp of fear followed by laughter. The alcohol was doing more than lowering his inhibitions. On the other side of the phone Dani asked once again where he was. Gil was likely with her and Malcolm didn't want either of them to worry about him.
"I'm just getting some air, building the profile." He smiled into the phone, because even though Dani couldn't see it, it was easier to pretend you are ok if you made the motions.
"Bright I'm going to come pick you up. Let me know where you are and we can go visit the family." Oh how Malcolm loved meeting families, especially when it came to the childhood homes. He could see where someone was born, where they were raised, where they were made.
There was another loud honking noise then someone yelled out. Looking behind him towards the cars, Malcolm saw headlights pointed in direction. Someone had noticed, was yelling at him. But then, whether something had triggered it or whether he was just exhausted and delusional, he saw her again. The girl in the box. She came for him, blocking out the lights coming from the car. Terrified, Malcolm instinctively moved away from the ghoulish figure.
That was a mistake.
He lost his balance completely. Grasping for the railing, Malcolm dropped the phone and saw as the bridge became further and further away before a flash of pain and water knocked him out of his senses.
He stood at the edge of the bridge, looking down at the water that reflected the same blue as his eyes. Could he do it? Could he jump? The wind blew his suit jacket here and there, making a whipping noise that was easily drowned out by the sound of cars zooming by.
Nobody cared, nobody even noticed.
He leaned forward, finger tips barely grasping the railing behind him. It was intended to be safety precautions, intended to stop people from jumping. Recently the NYPD found a body washed on shore. Edrisa's autopsy stated he didn't have water in his lungs, at least not enough that it was the cause of death. He had not drowned, hadn't suffered. The impact was enough to end it, there was no other signs of trauma to imply he'd been killed before and dumped into the water.
The vic had jumped, he hadn't suffered other than that initial impact. There was alcohol in his system, just like Malcolm Bright currently had running through his own. Alcohol to lower inhibitions. Had he slipped, or had he jumped though? Was his intent to die or was there something else, something Bright was missing? Was this a murder or a suicide? Why had nobody reported the vic missing? He had loved ones, coworkers, family, friends. Nobody had noticed he'd been gone for over 24 hours, or at least that's how long Edrisa suspected the body had been floating before some lady walking her dog had found the body. With that much bloating from the water it was hard to tell.
Gil wanted the case closed. It wasn't murder, it was suicide. Why had he jumped though? Why had nobody noticed he was missing? Would anyone notice Bright was missing? As if someone read his mind, suddenly his pocket started vibrating from someone calling. Fingers slipping away from the railing, Malcolm turned from the water with the phone in hand and didn't even bother looking at the name on the screen.
"What is it, mother?" She had been calling non-stop since he hung up on her and neglected to show up to the dinner she asked him and Ainsley to come to.
"Whoa Bright…" Ok most definitely not the sound of his mother's voice. Moving the phone away from his ear, Malcolm looked down to see it was actually Dani who was calling. A tired smile spread across his lips as he put the phone to his ear just as he heard the tail end of whatever she was talking about.
Wind. She could hear the wind. She asked where he was.
"I uh...I'm driving with the windows down...sorry what's up?" It was a lie and Dani was able to sniff out a lie a mile away. There was a pause before Dani explained that they found bruising on the VIC's legs. Edrisa thought it might have been from tape but they weren't sure.
"So he didn't jump?" Malcolm's heart clung to those words, waiting desperately to hear the response. Instead of answering the question though, Dani asked where he was again. Moving to face back towards the water, Malcolm leaned back against the railing. As he did, however, there was a loud honking noise from a car which caused him to jump with a gasp.
Stepping away from the offending noise instinctively, Malcolm almost lost his footing. Luckily instead of falling towards the water, he fell towards the railing with a gasp of fear followed by laughter. The alcohol was doing more than lowering his inhibitions. On the other side of the phone Dani asked once again where he was. Gil was likely with her and Malcolm didn't want either of them to worry about him.
"I'm just getting some air, building the profile." He smiled into the phone, because even though Dani couldn't see it, it was easier to pretend you are ok if you made the motions.
"Bright I'm going to come pick you up. Let me know where you are and we can go visit the family." Oh how Malcolm loved meeting families, especially when it came to the childhood homes. He could see where someone was born, where they were raised, where they were made.
There was another loud honking noise then someone yelled out. Looking behind him towards the cars, Malcolm saw headlights pointed in direction. Someone had noticed, was yelling at him. But then, whether something had triggered it or whether he was just exhausted and delusional, he saw her again. The girl in the box. She came for him, blocking out the lights coming from the car. Terrified, Malcolm instinctively moved away from the ghoulish figure.
That was a mistake.
He lost his balance completely. Grasping for the railing, Malcolm dropped the phone and saw as the bridge became further and further away before a flash of pain and water knocked him out of his senses.
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“It’s a hug, you idiot. I’m hugging you. It’s what people do when they care about each other.”
2. “None of this looks familiar.”
“Perfect. Now we’re late and lost.”
3, “I love you.”
“They had to kill me for you to finally say it?”
4. “Pretend I’m not here.”
“Why pretend when you could just not be here?”
5. “Give me a minute.”
“I’ll give you ten, then I’m starting without you.”
6. “How was that helpful?”
“I wasn’t trying to be helpful.”
7. “What changed?”
“I fell in love.”
8. “Why did you kiss me?”
“I wanted to. Before everything changed.”
9. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I don’t know. I guess for some strange reason I thought you’d overreact!”
10. “Your wish is my command.”
“Careful with that.”
11. “But it’s midnight.”
“Thanks for the time. How about the weather?”
12. “Well, you know what they say about rumors…”
“Yeah, they start with a kernel of truth.”
13. “Are you okay? You’re staggering.”
“You’re quite handsome yourself.”
14. “Wait. You think I’m cute?”
“No I don’t think you’re cute. I think you look like someone who is cute.”
15. “That came out wrong.”
“No. I think it came out exactly how you meant it.”
16. “Am I in trouble?”
“Why? You wanna be?”
17. “What do I get out of it?”
“My undying gratitude?”
18. “We need to talk.”
“Okay. Can we talk about how those words are the four most terrifying in the English language?”
19. “Still friends?”
“You bet.”
20. “I’ll make you brownies.”
“You suck at baking.”
21. “We can agree to disagree.”
“I disagree.”
22. “Don’t look at me like that.”
“Like what?”
23. “What’s that smell?”
“Desperation.”
24. “I want a puppy.”
“You are a puppy.”
25. “Kiss me.”
“Is that a request or a command?”
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