Chapter 1

Dexter sat at his desk staring at his plants. He had three of them now, his first pink one from Hannah, then the blood spatter one and now the most recent the black orchid. He liked them because they reminded him of Hannah. It was new years day and he had barely had any sleep, just awaiting the phone call to signal the discovery of Lagurta and Estrada's dead bodies. Worries about Deb and thoughts about Hannah had kept him awake. So Hannah had escaped, he hadn't expected it he had underestimated her. and the news that she was loose was comforting and uplifting to him.

What he had made Deb do, what she had done made him sick to the stomach, turning an honest cop into a murderer. He felt worse than when Rita died.
Only yesterday had he contemplated leaving, he had refused, refused to give up his life. Now though, after what he had cause Deb to do, it only highlighted how much better off people would be without him. Running away seemed much more appealing now, he should have run away with Hannah. Took Harrison and left, before he had made Deb kill Lagurta, before he would enevitably cause some other pain.
Go somewhere that people didn't know him didn't expect him of murder and where he could raise his son without killing people. The final chapter of his life away from the Bay Harbour Butcher and the newly absent Dark Passenger.
His tongue caught the scab on the inside of his lip, passionately left by Hannah, which he deserved certainly.

New years day was usually a day off for the Miami Metro Department however this year the captain was murdered. Dexter got the call around 9 from a quavering Deb. He was deeply concerned that she wouldn't be able to handle it. He only managed to agree to meet her there before she hung up obviously not wanting to speak with him longer than nessassary.
Dexter rang Jamie to ask her to work for today. It took a long while to get a hold of her but eventually she answered and after explaining the situation agreed to take Harrison for the day although she would have to comfort her brother after Dexter finished work.

Jamie knocked on the door and Dexter let her in, she was sporting sunglasses and her face was scrunched up. Hangover.
"Are you sure your up for it today?" asked Dexter, the kind boss
"No no I'm fine I just had a bit too much to drink at the new years eve party" after saying this she blushed. Dexter noticed but was much to preoccupied to care. He left Harrison staring at Hannah' beautiful plants and drove over to the docks.

It was chaos despite it being a holiday almost everyone from the precinct was there. Angel sobbing quietly both hands over his eyes leaning against the shipping container, Quinn looking thouroghly shocked quizzing the dockyard workers who found the bodies. Captain Matthews, Vince Masuka they were all here. And of course Deb looking shaken and almost ready break down as Angel now sobbed quietly into her shoulder.
He stepped onto the scene of last nights mayhem, Forensics had now taken their pictures and Vince was surveying the scene. The coroners lifted both bodies up onto trolleys and wheeled them out. Dexter winced as he watched the scene the image that made him. Lagurta and Estrada had bled profusely during the hours since he had left them. The floor was covered entirely as was a lot of the right wall. Flashbacks came strong and fast. His mother's murder, with a chainsaw.
"Hey Dexter, you OK?" said a subdued Masuka whose face now swam into focus and dead mothers forgotten for the time being.
"Yeah, I just...Its horrible about Lagurta"
"I know I never thought she would stoop this low, why did she have a bug up her ass about you anyway?"
"No idea" lied Dexter

They worked together for about half an hour until Deb appeared in the doorway looking pale and sick. Her gaze focused and she seemed to put herself together.
"A word" she asked furious
He obeyed without question. Deb walked away from the crime scene in between two containers, alone.
"Hannah Mckay fucking escaped" she yelled
Dexter felt stupid, it honestly hadn't occurred to him that she would be questioning him about this right now, thinking other issues such as Lagurta, the warrants, video evidence and Debs sanity would take precidence.
A few beats too late he replied "Really how?" A very poor attempt at confusion
"You knew, you fucking knew! How could you help that murderer escape"
"Deb I didn't help her" However it was pointless her hatred for Hannah and now the incident of the night before had truly destroyed his relationship with Deb.
"She poisoned herself faked a seizure and escaped at the hospital, and you had nothing to do with that?"
"Yes" he willed her to belive him.
Poison, obviously, it was stupid to think that Hannah wouldn't have a back up plan if getting him to help wouldn't work.

Newly reinstated Captain Tom Matthews stood watching the forensics and detective's go about their work. A rival was now dead. Maria Lagurta was no more. He didn't buy it. No amount of evidence would contradict his gut feeling that something was off with this crime scene. And while Maria Lagurta may have been many things she was not a murderer and would never go to this length to attempt to frame Dexter.
It just didn't add up, the Maria Lagurta he knew wouldn't tamper with evidence. However the possibility that she may have been right about Dexter made his head hurt. He needed someone else to know, a fellow like minded individual. Who knows he may sound a crazy as Lagurta did but he now saw that she had been on to something, he could feel it a great Detective's hunch. Its been so long.
"Quinn" called Matthews
"Yes Captain" a little unnerved
"What do you think about this?"
Quinn paused deciding what to say "I don't know? It just seems unbelieveable, she wouldn't do this"
"I agree, Maria suspected Dexter for being the BHB, then only a day after that she winds up dead in the shipping container where..." Matthews stopped abruptly
"What sir?"
"I will tell you later, I was assisting Lagurta in an investigation into Dexter being the BHB and we found some coinceidental evidence, but we cleared him, I need someone else on this, do I have your word you keep this between us"
"Yes, I've always thought there was something suspicious about Dexter"

The sun had barely risen and Dexter was frantic. The warrants which he had left at Lagurta's in order not to tip her off were still there. Because of the nights events he had forgotten to dispose of them. He had to act fast before the police and detectives got there.
Parking round back and hopping the garden fence allowed him access. Stowing the papers in his pocket he left just as a car pulled up.
Back at his apartment he burned the warrants, however there would still be a record with the judge he could only hope that the judge signed hundreds of warrants each day and would not be able to recall this particular one.

As a serial killer he had made many different identities, used aliases and bought fake documents. After Harrison was born he had even created a passport for him, it cost a good deal but was well worth it. Also Dexter never made any investments, no mortgages only rentals, The only substantial things were his car and boat.
The will that he had crafted up for his possible incarceration or death had a good amount of money to go to Deb then his step children and Harrison. That day he transferred a lot of his money to a separate account still leaving a fair amount for Astor and Cody. He was by no means filthy rich but he had hardly spent much of the money which he had earned, only been abroad once the idea of travelling had never appealed to him. His go bag now replaced and hidden in the wall all the cards now reissued after fucking Louis Greene destroyed his escape plan.
Unlike before it seemed the right thing to do to leave this place. He was done with this part of his life. If he played it cool he could get off the hook again but this time he hadn't the heart for it, the life of staying with dearly damaged Debra who would hate him forever now was no longer one that he wanted.
Hannah was now on the run he wanted very much to make amends with the woman that he had called his own for such as brief time. The only person who could have possibly still have contact with her was Arlene. He would search for her address tomorrow to try to talk with her.

Debra managed to keep it together during work, the stress and voices in her head, Lagurta' kept her awake through the night and thoughout the day. Batista sobbing into her should had almost made her throw up with the hypocrisy of it all. Dexter had barely batted an eyelid. And neither had she, she had not like she had predicted broke down in tears as she had imagined. She had felt hollow, empty. So far off the path of good honest cop that hardly anything cause a reaction. Dear god she was turning into Dexter.
She would rather die than turn herself into that, monster. That was what he was. Monster, nearly as bad as Brian...no even worse because she loved Dexter more, so much to do evil things to protect him. Now though she was disgusted by him. When she looked at him, no feelings of love of safety. Nothing. All the Xanex in the world couldn't help her now, maybe Hannah would get her wish and have Deb die of overdose.
She sat at home lying in bed staring at the ceiling Lagurta' voice ringing in her head again and again and again. "Do it Debra shoot him, do it shoot him, this is not who you are, your a good cop your a good person, your not like him, put him down"

The next day Dexter was visited by an FBI agent questioning him about Hannah' escape.
"Why are you talking to me, my sister was the arresting officer" Dexter asked wanting it to be over soon so he could track down Hannah himself.
"Yes she is but you were in a relationship with the felon were you not Mr Morgan?" asked a almost stereotypical FBI agent dark hair, white, strong jaw.
"Yes I was" Dexter confirmed unsure what else to say
"And you have know idea where she could be right now"
"She always said she wanted to go to Canada, I'd try there" Dexter inwardly smirked
"Really, that's an interesting lead. Also you visited Hannah the day before the escape"
"Yes"
"And what could you possibly have wanted to talk about"
"I needed to see her, to ask why she killed him"
"Well that was obvious, he was trying to expose her so she killed him, no mysterious motive Mr Morgan, was that all, I suspect a Analyst such as yourself could have easily figured out her motive. That and the whole department also knew she was a killer and killed people with Wayne."
This FBI agent was good, then Dexter was not on his best game today.
"If that's all I really should get back to work"
"Yes thank you for the lead Mr Morgan"

Great now an FBI agent was now after him, his life was gonna get a whole lot more complicated now.