Authors note: I had this idea of a brief min-series between Seasons 2 and 3 of Dexter,but I wasn't quite sure if it would turn out any good. So i wrote the beginning. Leave your comments and if it gets a good reception, then I will add more.

The moon is once again full and filled with promise

It's been several weeks since I returned from London, Lila Morgan now taken care of. Life seems almost normal. With Sergeant Doakes no longer in pursuit of me and the Bay Harbor Butcher a distant memory, even my darker impulses have seemed to slow to a crawl.

That does not mean it's stopped though, it never will stop because it is a part of me. That is why I'm out tonight, cruising in the warm muggy summer air.

Tonight's partner in Dexter's Dark Dance is Lyndon Wiley. A former Grad Student who was questioned in the mysterious disappearances of five University of Miami freshman women. He was released when they could not find enough evidence to convict him. However as clever as he was eluding the police, he could not elude me. I've found his secret stash of photo's deep within the old musty stacks of the Library's basement. Each victim face covered in blood and twisted in terror.

I have set up those photographs in the place I will take Mr. Lyndon tonight.For now I creep slowly towards his house. The night is quiet except for the tinkling salsa rhythm coming from downtown and the faint call of sirens

Wait a minute…sirens?

The faint sound is getting louder as I get to the corner I need to turn to get Lyndon's house. I slam on the brakes, suddenly filled with shock.

Then my phone rings.

Shit shit shit

I take a moment to compose myself and then answer

"Dexter Morgan."

It's as I feared.

As I walk into the crime scene, Lyndon Wiley is already dead. I move about and make the appropriate faces, but deep inside me I grow curious. Who could have killed the man before I did and why?

My former victim is sitting in a chair, which is now caked with blood. Three holes in his head from a nail gun sealing his fate. He is not alone though. Surrounding him 5 wooden skull figurines, all looking up at the corpse. The skeletons are wooden and very frightening though something you can easily find if you're looking for them.

However there is one thing, most people wouldn't notice, because they're distracted by the theatrical scene in front of them. It draws my eyes like a magnet.

Beneath Lyndon's right eye, there is a small surgical cut.

My cut.

Impossible, and yet I see it before my very eyes.

It's been cleaned with disinfectant,so there is no blood coming from there anymore. Most would think it was an idle cut,but I know exactly what it is.I can almost see the glass slide the blood should have been on. My glass slide.

Was this done for my benefit or to show that there's a new player in town? That remains to be seen.

While other's see a horrific scene of death and murder,I just see the message that this person left for me. It teases me like a school yard kid.

Too slow Dexter….too slow.