AN: So this is my first Dexter fic. Please, please note that I have not yet even seen half of season 3 so far, so PLEASE don't spoil that season or any of the following seasons on me :) Thanks and I hope you enjoy my first attempt at a non-stargate SG-1 fic.
Summary: MY FIRST DEXTER FIC. One-shot, directly after S2:E2. A little girl finds something on the beach, but is the small washed up piece of debris as innocent as it looks? B. Moser or Rudy as he's listed here. Rated K.
ECHOES
"Hey Mommy, look what I found."
"What's that, Honey?" The woman looked back along the beach at her four year old daughter.
The little girl held tight to something that had obviously just washed up on the Miami shore. Her small innocent features crinkled up as she examined it then held high above her head for her mother to see. "It looks kinda like my Cindy doll's friend."
"Let me see that." The woman marched back over and immediately knocked the tattered red/brown haired doll's head from her daughter's hands. It seemed to land with an outraged thump on the damp sand.
"What did you do that for?" the little girl wailed sharing in the broken doll-head's outrage.
"Because it's dirty." came the curt and authoritive answer as the mother wiped her daughter's tiny hands clean. "How many times have I told you not to pick stuff like that up? Come on." she ordered, tugging at her.
Resistant for a moment the girl leaned back, both her feet digging into the sand. "But Mommy it's got a pretty red bow, can't I at least have that?"
"No Sarah you can't. You don't know where that's been. It might have belonged to that nasty murderer that's been on TV or something, now lets go."
Frightened by the thought but still feeling reluctant the little girl gave her lost prize one last look and with a heavy sigh assented to her mother's will.
From the beach a pair of hollow eyes watched the happy family unit leave. "How little you know of how right you are." a voice whispered.
But the voice did not emanate from the eternally mute lips of the discarded memento. They were raised from the ghosts of the memory of the man himself.
"Biney." the sea whispered, mocking him, laughing at he who could so easily be forgotten by his own...betraying...brother...
END
AN: Hope that was okay. And yeah I know Dexter never really forgot Biney but I can't help but think Biney would see it that way... "Don't leave me Dexter."