A/N: Hello my dear readers!

So I've watched the TV show Prodigal Son and I fell in love with Malcolm, so here is a little one-shot about it.

Hope you'll like it.

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After the whole Junkyard killer case, you casually walked towards Malcolm's flat. As friends, ( and possibly more), you liked to see the profiler before going to work. According to his mother, since your morning visits, her son was more... relaxed, less tensed.

Beep, beep.

Suddenly, you received a text from Ainsley, Malcolm's sister and you raised your eyebrow. The journalist scarcely sent you texts and even fewer videos.

'' Hum, to what do I owe the pleasure, Ainsley? '' you mumbled, reading the little note below the video '' Nothing is ever lost''

Curious, you clicked on the video.

What you saw made you stop dead in your tracks, completely astonished at the scene. Indeed, you could see Martin screaming his lungs out in his confinement cell, clearly expressing his anger or worry about his family. He was sat in his bed, facing the wall, his hands clenched on his knees while he screamed, very loud you might say, his anguish.

A laugh escaped your lips as the scene, and you shook your head, stopping the video as you had arrived in front of Malcolm's apartment. You pushed the button and stated:

'' Hey, can you buzz me in, Mal, please?''

A sleepy voice muttered at the other end of the line.

'' Of course, Y/N.''

The doors unlocked and you pushed the door to get in. Removing your coat quickly and putting it on the coat rack, you climbed the stairs to be immediately engulfed into a hug by Bright. He hummed into your neck.

'' Good morning, sleepyhead'' you teased, ruffling his soft dishevelled hair.

He mumbled into your neck.

'' Good morning, Y/N. I like your perfume, it suits you.''

You wrapped your hands around his waist, enjoying the hug.

'' I have a question, Mister Profiler.''

Malcolm snickered at your nickname, not letting you go. You continued.

'' Your mother, your sister and your colleagues at the NYPD always seem shocked when you hug me. Why is that? I know about your PTSD and else, but there is more, isn't it?''

He sighed, pulling away to look at you. He pushed a strand of hair behind your ear, his blue eyes locking with yours. He cleared his throat, a blush of embarrassment covering his cheeks.

'' I... I feel safe with you.''

You awed in joy and wrapped your arms again for another hug.

'' Me too, Mal. Now, did you have breakfast?''

His grip around your waist tightened and he nuzzled his face into your neck, relaxing. He ignored your question, closing his eyes.

'' I'll take that as a no. How about you go shower while I make you breakfast?''

With no response from him, you grabbed his hands from your waist, intertwining your fingers with him and led him to his bathroom. His blush increased as you came with him into the bathroom. Once inside, you pecked his cheek, making him even redder and said:

'' Wash yourself, I'll prepare you breakfast.''

Then you quickly left, not letting the profiler see the blush on your cheeks.

Malcolm shook himself out his trance and turned on the shower. Meanwhile, you made breakfast with things you knew he could eat without stomach pain.

A dozen minutes later, Malcolm came out of the bathroom ... in nothing more than a towel wrapped lowly around his waist. You tried not to stare and focused on your cooking, but a smirk tugged on his lips and his eyes sparkled with mischief. You knew he was profiling you right now, so you turned your back to him. What you didn't expect was for him to close the distance and wrapped his arms around your waist, putting his chin on your shoulder to check what you were cooking. You froze when you felt his touch, your body tingling with anticipation and you calmed your breathing.

'' It smells delicious, I can't wait to eat.''

Of course, that's the exact moment his mother Jessica barged into the flat, walking casually in a tight fit dress and stopping dead in her tracks at the scene in front of her. You felt Malcolm tensed behind you and you put your hand on his to reassure him. He squeezed your fingers and quickly excused himself to get dressed.

'' Mother, how delightful it is to see you, truly,'' he stated, hurrying to the bathroom with a bunch of clothes under his arm, his hands trying to keep his towel on.

Jessica raised an eyebrow but made no comments.

'' Hello, Mrs Brightly.''

A smile lightened her face, noticing the impact you had on Malcolm.

'' Y/N. So I was right, you and Malcolm are.... an item. Finally, I knew it would happen!'' she exclaimed, raising her hands in the air.

She continued.

'' And you 're making him breakfast, you really are wonderful. Now how long has it been going on?'' she asked, looking at you intensively.

Your words got caught in your throat. You wished you and Malcolm would happen, but you didn't know if he felt the same. Be his friend was enough but your heart wanted more.

'' I... ''

A familiar voice cut you off.

'' Darling... don't let my mother question you like that. It's not an interrogation, is it?''

She groaned.

'' No, it's more like your job.''

The man nodded, taking a seat on the bar, while you poured him a cup of coffee and frilled bread and eggs. He took a long gulp of coffee and stared at his mother.

'' Now, what can I do for you, mother?''

He turned to her, giving his full attention. You smiled, happy he was eating your breakfast. You let them talk with each other while you started to clean the dishes. Lost in thoughts, about the fact Malcolm hadn't deny the ' accusations' of his mother about you and him being together, you didn't hear Jessica leaves the flat, nor Malcolm call you to know if you were okay.

Beep. Beep.

Your phone vibrated on the counter, breaking your chain of thoughts. The playful gleam in Malcolm's eyes told you he was up to no good. He grabbed your phone before you had the chance to do anything.

'' Oh, Ainsley is writing to you? About a video?'' he asked, raising his eyebrows in confusion. You dried your hands and close the distance between the two of you. You tried to take your phone off his hands but he quickly moved to the side.

'' Malcolm, give it back, please.''

He tilted his head to the side.

'' What video is it about? You? Or someone else?''

You put your hands on your hips, sighing.

'' How about we go on the couch and watch the video together?''

A big smile brightened his face and he grabbed your arm, leading to the couch. Once set, he unlocked your phone, making you gasp.

'' How the hell do you know my password?!'' you asked playfully.

He rolled his eyes, a blush welcoming his cheeks.

'' You know your date of birth is a very common password, right?''

You shook your head, smirking softly.

'' It's a good thing it's not my date of birth then.''

He furrowed his eyebrow, sceptical.

'' Wait, of course not, you're not that young.''

You raised an eyebrow at this.

'' No offence, but this date marked you, isn't it?''

You nodded.

'' You can just ask me, you know that. There is no need to profile me.''

He nodded slowly, his blue eyes connecting with yours, staring lovingly.

'' It's the date we met,'' you stated simply, taking the phone off his hands.

Malcolm froze, unsure of how to react. He had never felt that way for any women and he was scared. Hesitantly, he offered you his hand and you put your phone in.

'' I'm warning you, I laughed at this. And I'm here if you need to talk.''

Before he had the chance to respond, you pressed ' play' on the video. The moment he saw his father, his whole demeanour changed. You watched Malcolm's face turned from happy, to confusion, to stoical.

Once the video was finished, you removed the phone from his hand, putting it the table before facing him. He looked at you, confusion and fear written all over his face. You took his hands in his and said to lighten the mood.

'' If we didn't know who he is and we just saw the video, you would have laughed, Mal. He definitely has good vocal cords, don't you think?''

He took a deep breath, his eyes softening at your words.

'' How can you see the good in bad people? ''

You poked his nose, earning a surprised gasp.

'' That's my power, Mr Bright.''

He chuckled and added.

'' It's true that seeing scream like this, seeing his face so raw of him is different. maybe not laughable as you said.''

You leaned forward, grabbing his hands tighter. His face contorted into concern for you.

'' You're not going to like what I'm going to say, but he's human. Ainsley told me that this video was taken after he learnt you were kidnapped and possibly killed by John Watkins.''

His face hardened and he made no comment. His hand tremors started again and you rubbed his fingers to calm him down.

'' Malcolm, talk to me, please.''

He blurted out.

'' You're making feel things I never had before and I don't know how to react to that.''

You stilled, not expected him to say that. His eyes shyly looked at you, analysing your demeanour. Then a smile found your lips and he found his breath again. Driven by his heart, he leaned forward before you could say anything and kissed you softly.

When you broke apart, you were both smiling madly and you stated, pecking his lips one more time.

'' I could say the same thing about you Mal.''

He raised an eyebrow.

' Oh, please do tell me more.''

You cupped his cheeks, leaning forward.

'' Kiss me, Bright.''

For once, he happily obliged.

A/N: So what did you think?