I forgot the disclaimer. I do not own Dexter or any of it's characters. I just own the plot and some characters making some appearances.


Moving On.

Chapter Three: The Flower.


She's asleep.

I can tell when Deb is asleep even by not being in the room. It's just the aura around the place. Quiet, too quiet. Even if Debra pretends to be asleep I can still sense it. It's just the natural order of things.

I'm lying in the bed I had gotten to know over my trip into the "rehab" of stopping my addiction for blood. I stare at the ceiling for a moment as the world is quiet. For a minute it's like there are no problems. LaGuerta isn't dead, she doesn't suspect me of being the Bay Harbor Butcher and Deb doesn't know what I am. I pause as a certain blonde-haired serial killer comes to my mind.

Hannah. I love her. Loved her. Those feelings are just a waste now. Nothing to come to my mind anymore. She's in jail, she's going away for life and she won't return. I will never see her again.

The exhaustion of the night begins to wear on me. My eyelids began feeling heavy and I am constantly yawning. I may be different from humans but I need sleep like them regardless of what I am.

I relax into the bed and then shut my eyes, asleep in seconds.

Morning comes quickly. Too quickly. The smell of something cooking hits my nostrils and I awake with a loud yawn. I roll out of the bed, still clad in my clothes from the night before. I exit the room to see Debra in her kitchen cooking.

"Morning." I greet her.

Deb pays no attention to me, frowning as I start up my phone. I see a missed call there from "MMPD" which stands for "Miami Metro Police Department".

"I got called in a few minutes ago." Deb explains as she places two plates full of bacon and eggs on the table. I sit down simply and start to eat, "It's LaGuerta..."

My jaw stiffens, mouth full of egg and bacony goodness. I don't reply as Deb begins to finish on her food and I then speak, "You up for it?"

"Up for what? Seeing the woman I fucking shot? I'm fantastic, Dex, fucking great!" Deb frowns and her fists bunch up as if she considers hitting something. I just watch her as I continue eating, wondering what she will do. She takes the right choice and loosens the hold and sighs, "Hurry the fuck up. No time for a shower or a change of clothes."

I sigh, "Terrific." I push back my chair and Deb grabs my arm and drags me along the way to her car. I focus my game face. I need to make sure the crime scene is secure with nothing to pin on us.


"Yep, both of them blew themselves." Masuka slowly nodded before realizing what he said, "With a gun, not actual blow each other." He looked at me, "How you feeling?"

"Better compared to Angel." I flatly reply as I crouch down to investigate their bodies. I glance at the splatter of vomit that happened when Batista saw who it was that was shot. I feel pity for him, of course I do. LaGuerta just had to be killed. She would still be alive if she didn't delve so far into this case.

Masuka sighed, "Yeah, poor guy. Don't know what he say in her though, she's not that hot."

"Focus, Masuke!" Deb barked as she enters, eyes narrowed, "You're not getting payed to fucking debate about woman."

"True, wonder what kinda job would that be like." Masuke pondered and when Deb shot him a large glare he coughed, "Okay, so, I'm guessing they both shot each other. LaGuerta fell back against the wall as the bullet pierced her, though I'm curious about the numerous splatters of blood around her clothes when they show no signs of injury..."

Deb stiffens up, and for good reason. Her hugging LaGuerta to death (No pun intended) had obviously caused the blood to spill everywhere. To cover up the mess, I quickly say, "The way she fell back would cause the blood to tilt a little out of the wound."

Masuke seems convinced enough, "I'm gonna check on Angel." He left the shipping container, leaving the two siblings alone.

"Deb..." I start.

"Thanks." She muttered.

I couldn't fight my raised eyebrow, "For what?"

"Helping me there." Deb sighed, not looking at me as she stares at LaGuerta's dead body.

"You're welcome." I say by instinct as I lift my camera and take more photos, "The crime scene seems secure and no traces of evidence to anyone else being here is here." I speak as if it was any other kill.

Deb catches on, "Alright, keep looking." The simple instructions tell me oh so more. It cries out "Search the place from head to fucking toe or you're fucked".

I nod, smiling, "I will." Turning, I snap a few quick pics before exiting. I spot Batista, leaning back on a squadcar and I approach him, "Angel...I'm so sorry."

"She was fine..." He tearfully tells me, "I spoke to her just yesterday, she was so fine...so normal...so alive."

This is where I detach from humans. Their emotions. Tears are rare to me, though I know I have cried in my life. Killing Brian, finally grieving Rita's dead, I even managed a few secret tears for turning Hannah in. But still, I never understand it. How does feeling sad just make a few salty drops of water splash down your face and make your nose running. It just makes no sense to me.

After I tell Angel I'm sorry again I head out and for my hidden car, getting in. I have to get back to my apartment, change into clothes and also check on Harrison. Jamie is probably going crazy.

I arrive outside my apartment but a large plant catches my interest.

I never have flowers up or around the apartment, I see no regard for them. But of course I know someone who does...

Hannah. She was here. But how? She's in prison.

Frowning, I rush into the apartment and if it wasn't for Jamie playing with Harrison I would go crazy.

"Dexter?" She stands up, arms holding my son, "You didn't come last night, you okay?"

"Just...had a lot to drink, I guess." I fake a little smile as I approach them.

"Is my brother okay? I mean, he was married to that woman after all." Jamie asks as she hands me Harrison. He hugs my tightly and I can't help but smile truly.

"He's not the best but Angel's a fighter." I tickle my sons tummy for a moment, "You can head back, thanks for minding Harrison for me."

"No problem." She smiled and kisses Harrison's cheek for a moment before leaving.

I sigh, "What am I going to do, Harrison?"

He just stares at me, "Ha-Ha.."

I know what he's trying to say.

Hannah.