Jessica Jones and Dexter
"Come on body get it together. You have amazing abilities but you cannot rejuvenate yourself after a hard day? That seems hard to believe. Maybe I should take some medicine…who am I kidding, alcohol should help me sleep. Maybe a different type of drink would suffice. Note to self, get more later," Jessica mentally reminded herself.
Malcom walks in just as she finishes that thought. She is still lying in bed looking at the ceiling.
"You up?"
"No."
"Alright so this packet came through the door last night but you were already passed out. I looked in it and you should definitely take a gander at it. This chick wants you to look into her own brother."
"So?" 'This better be something extremely intriguing or he is going to regret coming into my room,' Jessica thought.
"It gets better," Malcom declares, "they are both cops."
Jessica's eyebrow raised a bit but not enough for her to fully sit up. "Keep going."
"She knows that he was some kind of killer before but she thinks he is doing it more often than he says. She has confronted him numerous times but he is a damn good liar. Since he works for homicide as an analyst, he knows how to lie and cover up evidence things and apparently has for years. She wants us to follow him at night and find out if he is in fact killing again."
Jessica shoots up.
"Geez put a shirt on."
"Hey at least I have a bra on this time," Jessica scowls, "you were the one who walked into MY bedroom unannounced."
Jessica ponders for a second. "Alright I will look into it, always down for some family drama, makes me forget my own."
"Okay, here is your breakfast and I will be right back." He set a giant can of Red Bull at the foot of the bed, beads of water already falling off the sides and down onto the comforter.
Jessica plops back down in her bed, her head spinning from shooting up too fast.
"If this chick already knows he is a killer, why has she not turned him in?" She rolls her eyes. Cops.
She can have one of her own detectives take a look into him. Unless she is protecting or working with him. Hmm, alright this has peaked her interest enough.
The door slams again and the footsteps come towards her room. Malcom.
He shot through to her room. "You still haven't put on a shirt?" he exclaims.
"Shut up I have priorities. Call the cop chick and make her come back. I am intrigued."
"So you will take it?"
"I said I was intrigued, I want more details. She didn't put a price so she is willing to negotiate."
"On it boss."
"Thanks, love you!" Jessica shouts in a high pitched sarcastic voice.
Jessica snatches the sweating can from the foot of her bed and grabs her pocket knife and stabs a hole at the bottom of the can. Gold liquid sprays out so she quickly puts the can to her mouth and starts chugging it. 'Alright, breakfast complete, now for a shirt.'
Now fully dressed, Jessica walks into the front room and goes to her computer. As she sits down her phone rings. The screen says Miami Metro. "Do you know anyone in Miami?," she questions Malcom.
"The cop chick is from Miami."
"Oh well that would have been good to know earlier," Jessica mumbles under her breath.
She answers with a sleepy tone in her voice, "Go for Jones."
"Hello this is Debra Morgan from Miami Metro, did you receive my packet?"
"Yes I just looked through it. Seems interesting."
"Want me to explain it more?"
"Yes that would be preferred," Jessica explains, "can you meet me for lunch?"
"How about now?" Debra inquires.
"Now is not a good time. I am working a previous case." There is a knock at the door.
Malcom answers. A tall chick with a badge on her hip who has a phone to her ear is standing there. Jessica looks up and sees her. "Well I guess I will MAKE time for you Debra Morgan."
"This is very urgent, I believe he is going to kill tonight."