Ok, the Criminal Minds isn't in any specific timeline, but Dexter is a mix between the book and the tvshowsetafter the first season and first book! So basicly Rudi(Brian), Dexter's brother, was in a fake relationship with Debora but he didn't die in the end, he left just as he did in the book. Maria is still alive, and Debora also knows about Dexter's Dark Passenger. So enjoy!

Helaina OUT!

My brother had left long ago, his past crimes just a burdening memory for the Miami Metro Police Department and a numb hum and the base of my very being. I couldn't feel anything, but if I could it would probably be... Remorse? Solitude? Whatever it was, it wasn't going away; and my homicidal tenancies were only being fueled by this irritating little itch... And now really wasn't te best time to get a little... stabby. Bodies, my bodies, were piling up on the Miami harbor. More and more with each passing hour, shocking the police and and the locals. And as good as an actor I was I didn't need to use that particular skill today to blend in with the sheep. I was shocked; or at the great void that was my emotions was leaning in that direction...

"Can you belevie this shit?" My perfectly literate sister asked me when we jumped out of my car. "I mean seriously, who the fuck does this?" She turned to me. "Oh right, sorry... I didn't mean-." She stopped, her eyes burning into my temple, until something finally clicked. "Holy mother fucking Christ, are your serial killer senses tingling?"

"I'm not spider-man, Deb." I joked, avoiding the question as best I could.

"Don't dodge!" She snapped, taking off her favorite aviator sunglasses. "Just tell me dammit!"

I scratched the top ofmy head, looking round to see if anyone was in hearing distance. "Ok." I said, taking her by the arm and gently pulling her away from the crowd. "Promise me you're not going to freak out and shoot me." She hesitated, but nodded. "I did this."

"WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK DEX!" She yelled. I motioned her to 'shut the fuck up' with my hands, and she slowly cooled down. I swear, if I poured water on her skin steam would rise... "You killed ALL these people." It was more a statement than a question. Brian had left a scar on my sister, one neither of unserstood, but could see quite clearly; and she was still coming to terms with my second nature, and seemed to be adapting quite well considering my hobby involves dismembering people. Hey, it was either that or collecting stamps.

"You gunna be ok Deb?" I asked, soothingly touching her shoulder.

She flinched, but didn't pull back, which I guess is a start. "Yeah, it's just... I'm scared."

"Of me?"

She punched my shoulder without holding back, so I yelped in fake pain. "No, you dufus! You're my brother, how could I ever be scared of you? No... I'm scared cos you might get caught..."

She was genuinely worried about this. About ME. "Hey, you don't have to worry about a thing, I made sure I left no evidence behind. None of this will come back to me."

She looked up at me, grabbing my neck and pulling me into one of her vice grip hugs. "You idiot... That's not going to stop me from worrying about you! What the hell are we going to do?"

I hugged her back, sighing into her hair. "I don't know, I guess we'll just have to keep an eye on the investigation and try to keep it as far away from me as possible."

She pulled away and studied me for a few seconds. "Are you still gunna kill people?"

"Yes." I said without hesitating. "This is what i do, who I am. I can't control it if I don't release it from time to time." I know she didn't like it, but she accepted it. She did care for me after all, for some strange reason... In fact it makes me wonder if I'm not the only one who isn't right in the head. "I'm sorry Deb, but if it makes you feel any better I only kill bad guys. In fact I've probably saved more lives than I've taken."

She scowled at me, turning on her heel and marching away. "Whatever Dex. Just... be careful!"

I smiled and shouted after her. "No problem!"

Debora didn't understand, no one would ever be able to. They look at the bodies and see nothing but people who didn't deserve what happened to them, no matter what they did; they may want to throw up or go home and prey. Me? I see My Work, done perfectly and in the best possible form. I see justice, Harry's rules leading to somthing greater than either of could have forseen. This is right. This is how things work.

"What the fuck you lookin' at, freak?" The ever efficient Sergent Doakes had been stalking me for some time now, still beleiving me to be some kind of psycho. He was right, and was holding me off my... hobby. "Do you get off, seeing bodies like this?"

I feinged shock. "Who would ever get off on something like this?"

He smirked at me sourly. "Just get the hell out of my way, I got a job to do." I watched him move towards the black bags filled with previous criminals, turning to glare at me for a second until moving over to talk to one of the officers first called to the scene. Be careful Doakes, dig too deep into my life and I may be forced to dig into yours. Who knows what I might find; maybe something bad enough to earn you your own plastic underwater grave...

"Ok people, gather round!" LaGuerta called out. The officers and detectives followed her orders and surrounded her, as far away from the civilians as possible. "Ok, so far we've found twenty bodies but we haven't finished yet. It's safe to say we have a new serial killer on our hands..." She stopped, looking away and taking in a mournful breath. "We're bringing in the Feds for this one." There were several cries of pure outrage, one coming from my dark passenger. Well, it didn't really cry out, but it definitely chuckled at the idea of trained profesionals trying to figure out and catch us. "Hey! Calm down, we need their expertise."

"Expertise?" Someone called out. "What can they do that we can't?"

"Well it's not just the FBI, they're sending in the BAU; their team is specialy trained in finding killers like this. They are not coming to take over this investigation, only to aid it. Morgan." She looked to my sister. "I want you and Angel to lead this."

Angel could have jumped for joy, but Debora turned pale and looked like she might puke."Morgan..?" Doakes said, moving over to stand next to her. "Are you ok? You look like shit." Debora nodded, blaming it on a lack of sleep and quckly scuttling away, shooting me a look. Doakes had obviously seen that look, and turned to me suspiciously. Maybe this wasn't going to be as easy as I first thought... But my Dark passenger seemed to relish the challenge.

Dexter against the world... I smiled.

This could be interesting.

No matter how hard you fight to do the right thing and make everyone around you happy, things never work out; people will always leave you if you don't give them what they want. Gideon had deserted the team, Hayley had left Hotchner... But life went on. The team went on.

"Hey pretty boy." Morgan said, leaning over my desk with his usual cocky expression. "What did you do this weekend?"

Spencer sighed. "I slept, read and drunk coffee. Lots and lots of coffee."

"Man, you need to get out more. Perhaps come out with me and Garcia sometime, that sound good to you baby girl?"

Garcia had just walked into the bullpen and smiled at the pair of us. "Does what sound good?"

"You, Reid and I going out sometime; we need to educate the kid on what a real night out d'ya say?"

Garcia clapped happily, jumping up and down. "Ooo, we could take him to that club we went to last month! You remember the one? We drunk all those shots and-."

"AH!" Morgan said quickly, silencing her. "Baby girl, remember what I said that night?"

She looked away, thinking, before nodding. "'Penelope Garica, what we just did was illegal in several states; we can never tell a soul!'" Spencer gawked at them, and they just grinned wildly. "Aww baby, it's not as bad as it sounds! Promise."

Morgan laughed. "No, it was WAY worse!"

"Guys!" JJ called out across the bullpen. "We got a new case."

We were all gathered around the table in no time, with JJ standing and filling us in. "So far Miami Metro PD have discovered over twenty bodies, all dismembered and packaged in black bin bags-."

"Over twenty bodies?" Morgan gasped. "Why the hell weren't we called in sooner?"

"We were called right away." Rossi said, swiveling on his chair. "The lieutenant there is an... old friend of mine. She called me the second they discovered the bodies and requested that we help."

Reid frowned. "Wait, they found all of the bodies at once?" Rossi nodded. "Where?"

"In Bay Harbor, they were discovered by some scuba divers this morning. They don't know how long they've been down there, but they're sure they were all killed by the same person because of the MO; clean cut with no trace evidence found, only body parts and plastic wrap were found in each of the bags. We also have to understand that the people there are going to be a little touchy there about having another serial killer on their hands.

"Another serial killer?" Garcia asked. "What are you talking about?"

"Not very long ago there was a killer they named the Ice Truck Killer, so named because he transported his victims to their dump site in a refrigerated vehicle." Reid scratched the top of his head. "Actually they never found the guy who did it. He kidnapped one of the detectives, Debora Morgan, and tied her down with plastic wrap; in the report it said that he was about to kill her until her older brother, Dexter Morgan, found them and fought him off."

"'Plastic wrap'?"

Reid nodded. "Yeah, which was strange because his victims were drained of blood before being cut into pieces."

"Just like this killer?" Prentiss inquired. They all nodded. "Then isn't it plausable to think we have a copycat on our hands?"

Reid shook her head. "No, although all of the victims were dismembered the similarities end there. The Ice Truck Killer presented his kills in various places while this one dumped them in the sea."

"Also they beleive this one's been killing for much longer." JJ added.

Prentiss sat back in her chair, deep in thought. "You say the detective that was kidnapped was being held down by plastic wrap? And the most recent bodies were found with plastic wrap... That's more than just a coincidence!"

"She has a point, although this may not be a copycat or the same killer we should start considering that these murders are somehow connected."

They all seemed to agree with that. "When do you leave?" Garcia asked.

"Now." Hotch said. "And You're coming with us Garcia, this case may take longer than usual, so it would be easy if we all went. Everyone grab your Go-bags and meet at the jet ASAP." Everyone stood to get their bags. "Oh, and one more thing!" Hotch said quickly, stopping them before they could leave the room. "We're not the only agents going. Special Agent Lundy, who specifically tracks serial killers like this, is coming along with us."

They all exchanged glances, but then returned to fetching their bags. "'Lundy'?" Prentiss repeated. "Never heard of the guy..."

"Oh I have!" Reid grinned. "He's the best at what he does! He's caught more killers than any two agents combined!"

Morgan raised his eyebrow. "I think pretty boy here has a crush!"

"WHAT?" He yelled.

The team was giggling ferociously as Reid babbled on about how he was NOT a homosexual, and the age difference between them. Hotch smiled from his office as he watched them all tease the younger agent. "I have a bad feeling about this case..." He told JJ as they were walking to the jet.

JJ looked up at him, surprised that her boss had told her. "What do you mean Hotch?"

"I mean the bodies are still piling up and it's only day one"

"Well Hotch this guy has been killing for a long time, it could be years!"

"I know, but that doesn't make it any better..."

JJ put a tentative hand on his arm. "Nothing ever does." She looked up when she saw someone approach them. "Special Agent Lundy?"

He was a mature man, but there was something warm about him that JJ instantly took a liking to. "Yes, and you must be... Jennifer..?"

"Please, call me JJ; and this is Agent Hotchner."

"It's nice to meet you. You know you look a lot like..." Hotch paused "Never mind. Our team is inside, after you." JJ and Hotch followed Lundy into the jet, introducing the team one by one. Each of them realised he had some similarities to Frank, the serial killer that had sent Gideon over the edge, but they didn't dare say anything. The only one who didn't notice was Reid, who was just too glad to meet the famous Agent. "Agent Lundy, it is such an honour to be working with you!"

Lundy smirked at the youth's praises and waved his hand. "Please, 'Agent Lundy' is far too formal; call me Frank."

Reid's smile faltered. He looked the man up and down before falling back to his seat in a stunned silence. 'Frank' looked down at them and then at the rest of the team. "What did I say?"

They all hesitated, Morgan spoke up. "You look just like a serial killer that made Reid's mentor question everything he did... you also have the same name as him."

"Ah, the infamous Frank, I've heard of him." He gave a humourless chuckle. "They say I'm his perfect doppelganger."

"Can we concentrate on the case please." Reid interrupted. Frank understood the look in Spencer's eyes and immediately started the briefing.

Spencer was listening intently, keeping his mind as far away from Gideon as possible, and trying to link the two serial killers and ending up with nothing! How had he managed to kidnap, murder and dismember over twenty people without detection! This guy must be insanely smart! Reid smiled.

This could be interesting.