Ice Princess

Authors Note: I do not own Dexter or any of the characters. This is my first attempt at a fan fiction for this show. Several lines of dialogue are taken directly from Season 1, Episodes 4 and 8. This takes place in between episodes 7 and 8. Enjoy!

(Brian POV)

It had been about two weeks since I had started dating Dexter's brainless sister Debra, and so far, things had been going as planned. Of course, that only meant that she didn't suspect sweet Rudy Cooper to be the Ice Truck Killer.

I'm sure if it wasn't so hot in Miami, she would've chosen anything else to do tonight, then go ice skating with me. I didn't want to go either, but unfortunately a part of dating meant going on dates, and while I had much more pressing matters to attend to, specifically a frozen body in my loft, I was forced to push them aside and go on a date with my beloved girlfriend.

I had left the hospital around five thirty that night, and had just enough time to get changed out of my work clothes before I left to go pick up Deb. I was currently sitting outside her house, something horrible playing on the radio, that I was trying to (and unsuccessfully) block out. It was Debra's favorite channel, and I was playing the part of devoted boyfriend who'd do anything to make his date happy. It was exhausting really.

I opened the driver's side door and stepped out of the car, closing it behind me. I hated apartments, probably always would. There was just something unsettling about having neighbors so close by, especially for a serial killer who spent his spare time chopping up bodies in his walk-in freezer.

I headed down the path, towards where I knew Debra's apartment was. I had been here at least three times since we had started dating. As I reached the door, I knocked gently on the door with the back of my hand, and waited.

A few moments later, Debra opened the door and stepped out, closing it behind her. "Hey Rudy!" She placed a quick kiss on my cheek and immediately reached for my hand.

I let the fake smile slide back into place "you ready?" I asked in the soothing Prince Charming like tone that I had adopted as my own for the time being.

"Of course" she blinked a few times as she looked up at my eyes.

I took her hand and began to slowly head back to the waiting car. "You look absolutely lovely tonight" I lied with a dashing grin. This is too easy.

A delicate blush formed over her cheeks, but she looked like she was trying to hide it. As we reached the car, I opened the passenger side for her to get in. I humored myself with imagining closing the door too soon and catching maybe an arm or leg in the door. Unfortunately I let the twisted thoughts pass as I closed the door when no limbs would be harmed. Disappointing to say the least.

I walked around the front of the car to get in the driver's side. Once I was in, I put the car in drive and pulled away from the curb. I was a little thankful for the music on the radio to occupy Deb for a minute as I mentally prepared myself for what was to come, a horrible date, followed by a demand for sex.

My luck wore off as the next song started. Debra obviously wasn't fond of it, as she made a face and turned off the volume on the radio. I mentally groaned and knew it was time for something I was slowly getting better at, but still hated, conversation.

"I have been looking forward to tonight" I told her without looking away from the road.

"You have no idea how much I need this" she complained. "This case is kicking my ass"

"Guess this guy is pretty smart" I commented, while boosting my own ego.

She gave a chuckle of disbelief. "Not as smart as the team." Now it was my turn to chuckle. Except I didn't, because that would be odd. Instead I nodded slowly. You wish.

"Well I'm sure you'll catch him soon." Complaining Debra was worse than normal Debra, so if I could do anything to calm her doubts about never being able to catch me (not that she ever would) she'd be slightly more pleasant to be around.

"You really believe that?" She asked slowly. I knew what she wanted, something to give her the confidence she needed. And I could do that for her.

"Of course I know you can do it" No you can't. I paused as I watched a smile slide slowly back onto her face. "I'm sure you'll be the one to put the handcuffs on" I added. Yeah right.

"Well I'm glad one of us is confident" she sighed. She leaned up and turned the volume up on the radio again. The second she started to sing to the song that was on, I knew she was quickly traveling back to happy Debra land, and I could go back to focussing on my thoughts. Which were much more entertaining to me, then anything Debra could do or say.

As we pulled to a stop light, I leaned over and placed a kiss on her neck. As I pulled away, I gradually became aware of a strong and unpleasant smell that made me cough.

Deb turned her attention to me. "Shit! I trusted Masuka again!"

I was confused what that had to do with anything. "What?"

"Masuka told me that it was one of his favorite perfumes" she huffed. "I can't believe I fucking trusted him."

Really? This is what you worry about? "Masuka, isn't that the guy who works with your brother who turns everything into a sex joke?" I asked with a chuckle.

She sighed. "Yeah. I should know by now not to trust him with stuff like this"

"Why did you?" I asked, although I obviously didn't care about the answer. I pressed the gas again as the light changed to green.

"Because I'm desperate apparently" she muttered. "No one else in that entire place knows anything about dating. Vince is the only one who even goes out with anyone."

Besides Dexter. I mentally added. I knew that Dex was currently going out with a woman, Rita Bennett. And to be completely honest, she was perfect for him. Gentle, sweet, caring. But of course, how would I know any of that? I hadn't even met Dexter yet, as far as Debra was concerned.

"Really? No one else in your entire department goes on dates?" I asked.

"Dexter does, but he isn't exactly the best to get dating advice from." She explained.

I could understand that. If my brother was anything like me, which he was, then he wasn't the best at social situations either.

"I'd still like to meet him" I added, hoping she hadn't forgotten the last time I had hinted to her that I wanted to meet her brother.

"I can talk to him at work tomorrow" she replied, turning her attention back to the radio.

Good. I missed my little brother, and while I had been observing him for close to two months now, I still hadn't spoken to him face to face. Even the thought of Dexter brought a genuine smile to my face. It would be interesting to see how he would react around me, if he would treat me the same way as everyone else, or if he would be open because he subconsciously knew he could be.

I turned my head away from Debra, and found myself staring out the windshield at the road. Dexter. He was all I could think about now. Was it possible he remembered me? Probably not. If he blocked everything else out, it was likely that I was a part of that.

But that's not how it was for me. I remembered everything. I could close my eyes and see the blood stained cargo container, just as easily as I could see the house where Dexter and I had lived before everything, with our mother. I couldn't stop the memories from washing over me, not that I wanted to.

I was standing just outside our house. I was almost five at the time. Dex had been three. He had decided to take my skateboard for a ride down the block and back. He had made it almost the way back to me, when both him and the skateboard went down.

"Dexter!" I had immediately run to him, not wanting anything bad to have happened. I was an extremely protective and paranoid older brother. When I reached him, I could see he was sitting on the ground, his blue eyes locked on the skateboard that was lying on the ground next to him.

He must've heard me, because he looked up at me. "Hi Biney" he said in that sweet innocent tone of his.

I couldn't fight the smile that tugged at my lips. That nickname was my weakness. "Hi Dex" I paused. "You okay?"

He paused as he looked back at his knee, where a tiny drop of blood was rolling down. He looked back at me. "It's bleedin'".

"Come on" I reached my hand out to help him off the ground. He took it and I was able to pull him up. "I can take care of it" I told him.

He nodded. "Okay Biney" a small smile stretching across his face.

I hooked my arm in his, as I walked him slowly back to our house.

"Rudy!" I quickly became aware of Debra's voice again as the sweet memories faded away and I discovered that we were quickly approaching a red light. I slammed on the brake as the car skid to a halt, and a car passing through the intersection decided to honk their horn.

"What the fuck was that?!" Debra demanded.

I sighed. "Sorry I was thinking about something" I muttered.

"What?" She asked.

Your brother. Luckily I was able to come up with a lie pretty quickly. That was something I was good at. It was kind of a part of the unofficial training of a serial killer. You had to be able to lie, and do it well. "I was just imagining how beautiful you'll look on the ice."

I glanced over to see a blush color her cheeks. "Well just worry about getting us there is one piece" she sighed. "Then you can worry about how pretty you think I am."

The darker part of me chuckled at the mention of piece, and for a second, all I could think about how much prettier she would look as a frozen, bloodless body, in pieces. It willed me to abandon this whole plan and kill Debra tonight. As wonderful as that sounded, I knew there was no way I was going to follow through with it. This could be my only chance to get close to Dexter, while remaining anonymous to him.

I pressed the gas as the light turned green again. "Okay, I can do that" I leaned over again to place another kiss on her neck.

She giggled slightly. "What have I done to deserve you?"

Given me a way to get close to Dexter. I smiled again as I pulled away and focused on the road again. "I don't know but obviously something pretty horrible to get stuck with Captain Hook" I joked, using the nickname she had called me once, in reference to my career.

She looked over again. "Rudy, you are absolutely fucking perfect" She paused "you're like a dream come true." Oh just you wait, Debra dear.

"What your dream boyfriend is someone who spends his time making fake limbs?" I asked in a sarcastic manner.

She rolled her eyes. "That's not what I meant." She sighed. "I mean you're sweet, charming, sexy as hell."

Really? That's not at all how I'd describe myself, psychotic and fucked up beyond belief, maybe, but definitely not sweet or charming. I simply chuckled. "Oh come on. You said it yourself, I'm a complete dork"

"Well even if you are a dork, you still helped Tucci" her smile was back. Well I also cut him up.

"It's just a job" I shrugged. "I help a lot of people"

She rolled her eyes. "Well yes, so do I, but to the people we help its everything" she paused. "We change lives" she then launched herself into what should have been a heartwarming speech about the importance of both our jobs.

I nodded slowly, so Deb would think I was actually listening to whatever she was babbling on about, but my mind was else where for the current moment.

I was standing over Tony Tucci back at the abandoned hospital. He was awake, and the only way I knew that was because I could hear the frantic breathing coming from the man, and a few grunts. He was bound to the table, and blindfolded. He was missing a hand and half of one of his legs. My doing, of course.

The only thing that alerted me that we weren't alone, were the sudden footsteps from upstairs. I quickly put down the knife I had been admiring, and pushed the cart of tools towards the table, in perfect view for the intruder. I could feel a giddy feeling in my chest, that could be identified as sick excitement.

I slid back into the shadows, as another form came into view, Dexter. I had left him a clue of where to find me, a small smiley face on the back of a picture of him and Harry, in front of the same hospital. He had found it. I was proud, it was time for him to make me even prouder. A smile slid across my lips as I climbed the staircase on the opposite side of the room, so that I had a good view of the scene below.

"Please..." I heard my victim plead, as usual. He didn't know that it was my little brother who was now standing over him, not me. "Just do it..." He whimpered "Kill me..." I heard him swallow loudly. "I-I'm ready..."

Go on Dexter, I mentally added. But my brother didn't look like he was ready to kill Tucci. He was hesitating. I couldn't understand that at all. Why would he hesitate? I knew from observing his previous kills, that he killed other killers, but certainly if he had someone begging for death he'd kill them too.

I watched as Dexter glanced to the tools I had laid out, and back to Tucci, and back to the tools. "Just don't cut me anymore..." The fear in the other man's voice was amusing, and I might have chuckled, if I hadn't been so focused on my brother. What was taking him so long? All he needed to do was grab a knife and stab the man in the chest. He had done it so many times. What was so different?

Tucci wasn't a killer. That was the difference. I was slightly curious what made him only want to kill killers. Some kind of moral conscience, that I had completely missed out on, or was it something else?

"Please don't cut me anymore!" Tucci begged again. I sighed as I could see Dexter wasn't going to kill him, and knew it was time to let him know he was being watched. I picked up the small Polaroid camera lying on the ground, and aimed it right at Dexter and the table. I took the picture, sending a huge flash over the room and quickly set the picture down and ran.

When I had successfully hidden myself in the darkness again, Dexter had stopped at the picture and was looking at it, a puzzled expression on his face. I wished I could make it all clear for him. But not now. It wasn't the time to reveal myself, not yet. But soon, soon enough, little brother.