Disclaimer: Don't own it.

AN: What if Brian didn't die at the end of season 1? This takes place sometime in season 2.

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A perfect murder. Beautiful. If there is such thing.

Pathetic.

The things you do for your own pleasure can assure you a perfect crime. Just to put it as officials say. In a certain contest for you to understand what is it that I do. Play. A sort of fun in which I indulge every once in a while, as my Dark Passenger lurks in my shadows. Hungry...Always hungry. Searching for its next victim to bask in its new found freedom. The one that I feel only when I'm in the backseat and enjoying the ride which he provides. Harry's code, a set of rules, which is always in the back of my mind, taunting me, whispering the necessities for my own survival.

And you wonder what am I talking about. You see it is not something a normal human could indulge himself in. A hobby of sorts. Clinically clean. Although I prefer neat and comfortable. A set of rules that are needed to be followed to provide a necessary disguise in front of other humans. Harry used to say ''Blend in and they will believe'', wise words as only a cop can tell a serial killer.

And there it is that word. Serial killer. Such awful words for such a pleasurable hobby of mine. Disgusted. Not nearly close to what I'm about to reveal. Please do not confuse my good nature of sorts as a weakness in my story telling, for what I'm about to say is not for those with weak stomachs. Not that I care. You see my emotions are what you would say a little on the lower side or more like none existed. A facade for the ignorant just as Harry taught me.

People are most gullible creatures that I know. With a smile you can put anything past them. Sneak a body in a trunk of a car, body parts in a trash bag...mmm... many things. For me they are there to fill certain need in my own skeleton closet. Right now I'm gonna unload it all to you...

And it starts.

"Dexter we have another homicide."

Wonderful. Isn't it?

"We think it is the Ice truck killer again."

He's managed to do it again. Maybe. The sweet mystery of the unknown. There's only one person who can rid me of this doubt.

Oh, brother where art thou?

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TBC? Maybe.