Dexter was in denial. It was so unlike him. Everyday he was forced to live out reality, but now Miguel was in the picture, he'd changed everything. Telling him that he'd sussed him out stunning Dexter into silence. Dexter knew he'd given the game away. Dexter's secret was his world, the dark passenger had already forced himself in, there wasn't room for anyone else, was there? Over the next few weeks it came apparent that Miguel wasn't going to say anything. Cornering Dexter in the lab one evening Miguel began to put his plan into action, but Dexter still had his guard up.

"I can't believe you stay this late" Miguel said.

"You shouldn't be here" Dexter told him.

"Neither should you, we're both rule breakers" Miguel gave Dexter a cheesy grin and Dexter nodded playing along, but waiting. Miguel knew that Dexter was waiting for reassurance and was more than willing to give it to him, even though he had a gorgeous wife at home.

"Dexter I'm not hear to judge you" Miguel began.

"Judging is all that humans do"

"What do you do?" Miguel asked.

"Nothing that would interest you"

"But you do interest me Dexter, more than you could possibly imagine"

"Why?" Dexter asked, surprised at himself. He didn't want to seem curious, nothing ever aroused his curiousity, not even Rita, because she saw the act that Dexter performed everyday and never saw the facade. But Miguel appeared to be different. He saw the monster behind the mask and was here wanting answers. Dexter saw the longing in Miguel's eyes and felt nervous, but also flattered. Dexter knew that the dark passenger wouldn't be pleased. It worked alone, no ties, no complications. But Dexter pushed down those thoughts. Problems shared could be bodies halved and quartered. Miguel could sense Dexter wavering because of that one word and decided to milk it for all it was worth.

"Do I really have to tell you? You're special and not just because of your side job" Miguel crept closer to Dexter, taking advantage of how distant Dexter was trying to make himself.

"The mystique, the hidden depths you go to, it's appealing" Miguel gently pulled Dexter's arm, but Dexter pulled away, surprise that Miguel would even want to do that. The dark passenger was supposed to be the one creeping underneath stranger's flesh, not the other way round.

"Don't touch me" Dexter told him.

"Why not? Dexter you're cold"

"That's nothing new" Miguel knew with a little bit of gentle prodding Dexter would open the door into his secret activities. If they worked together, It could give them a sense of power and responsibility in everyway imaginable and Dexter didn't want to deny himself that and Miguel could feel it. "Don't be scared"

"You have to leave" Dexter said.

"I'm not leaving you, not now, not when we have this...Dexter get on the floor" Migel asked. Dexter stared at him.

"What?"

"Resistance is futile Dexter, by the time I'm done, you'll have no regrets" Said Miguel. "Now please, lie on the floor...for me"