DISTURBANCES

He looked so clean. Wore a suit to work every day, always paid his taxes on time, no speeding tickets, won "teacher of the year" award at three different schools, taught disabled kids, he was a fucking saint. But Dexter wouldn't accept what the files told him. The files didn't show the true monster that breathed within this perfect illusion of a man. Matthew Daniels was a murderer, a cold-blooded murderer. He'd killed teenagers, to be more specific girls that went to his school, sick.

"Dex." Deb came into his office and he shut the report on Daniels immediately, "Hey there's um someone here to see you." He turned around with interest only to find someone he truly didn't expect standing there.

"Hailey." He said. Deb left the office quickly, looking a little bit confused as to why a teenage girl wanted to see her brother. He ignored that and focused on said girl who was grinning at him. Her sunglasses crowned the top of her head and she was wearing a loose white dress. She looked almost angelic with her blondish hair framing her face as it did, he was rather at a lost for words.

"Dexter Morgan." She licked her lips and twirled a lock of hair around her finger seductively. He was suddenly reminded of how far from an angel she really was. She walked towards him and her sandals clicked against the tiled floors, "Nice place you got here." She spun around and started looking at the décor of the office. Pictures of blood, a few files from cases that were still lying on the desk, bodies that didn't even make her wince, in fact she looked fascinated by all of it.

"What are you doing here Hailey?" He decided to speak up. Her back was to him as she was looking at a few of the photographs, most would find gruesome, that were pinned to the board on the wall, "I was supposed to pick you up at your house after work."

"My family left this morning, I didn't have anything else planned so I thought I'd save you the trip." She turned and winked at him, "Was that so wrong?" She bit her lip innocently. He rolled his chair over to her so that he was sitting right in front of her.

"I can't do this now." He hissed at her and she rolled her eyes letting her shoulders slump.

"I was just interested in seeing what you did for a living." She told him, "Can't you at least show me around and take me to lunch. I came all this way…" Her sentence faded off and he glanced down at his watch. He rolled his chair back to his desk.

"Sit over there." He pointed to the chair at the other end of the room, "Don't move, I'll be done in a minute and then I'll give you the tour." She sighed and retreated to the corner of the room. He brought up the file again and printed out his personal details.

"Who is that?" She squinted at the screen from where she was sitting, only able to make out the silhouette of a man.

"No one you would ever want to meet." He turned and smiled tightly at her. A shiver went down her spine inexplicably. The man on the screen looked somewhat familiar but she was too far away to see why. There was an edge to Dexter's voice that sounded almost, deranged. She shook it off and smiled at him when he got up and grabbed his bag, pushing the file into it quickly. She followed him out the door and ran into a few people who she had passed on her way in. One was a Hispanic older man, followed by an angry looking black man with his top buttons undone (which she didn't mind at all), and the woman who had brought her in, whose name she had gathered was Deb. The groups stared at each other without saying anything for a moment. Hailey felt that she was being seized up.

"I think introductions are in order." Dexter scratched his arm and nodded in Hailey's direction, "This is Hailey. Hailey, this is Batista, Doakes and my sister Deb."

Her lips formed into an 'O' when she found at that the woman was Dexter's sister. They didn't look very much alike. She greeted everyone politely but was quickly pulled away before anyone had the chance to ask how these two apparent opposites knew each other. He showed her quickly around the station, really there wasn't much to see before escorting her out and towards the beach for lunch.

They sat there in silence while she sipped on lemonade, looking out at the beach. Dexter was thinking about Daniels again, forming a plan in his head, but he knew he couldn't do anything until he had definitive proof that this man was a murderer. Hailey suddenly cleared her throat and turned her head to look at him. She noticed the far away look in his eye, but his expression wasn't peaceful like he was contemplating something pleasant, there was a twisted quality to it.

"Stop it." She said quickly, not liking the feeling his dark look was giving her. It was making her feel rather uneasy but she couldn't help but be even more attracted to him, in a weird sort of way.

"Stop what?" He was snapped out of his thoughts and he gave her a confused look. She just stared back at him with her eyes slightly narrowed.

"I don't know. Plotting, or whatever you're doing." She shrugged, "It's a little off-putting." He raised an eyebrow at her. Plotting? Dexter suddenly wondered how much this girl had him figured out. He leaned foreword towards her slightly.

"You know what I think is rather 'off-putting' Hailey? The fact that you are able to see darkness in me that no one else can, and you like to play with it. You know what I think; I think you recognize something of yourself in that darkness. I think that you're hiding something from me." He scrutinized her challengingly. She gulped and looked away quickly. Sipping on her lemonade again. The waiter came to take their orders and she smiled at the young boy as he flirted with her shamelessly. They finished ordering and Dexter shooed him away quickly, with an annoyed expression before turning his attention back on Hailey. She was tapping her fingers nervously against the table. He put his hand over hers to stop them. She looked up and bit her lip.

"Look this visit wasn't exactly random okay?" She admitted sheepishly. He motioned for her to continue, "Something's been on my mind recently and I don't know… I was doing some research at home this morning. Look it's been a while since my dad… well since he went to jail and I was looking up you know, domestic and sexual abuse charges and the thing is that they really don't last as long as they should. And if he gets out if he gets appealed on good behavior or something well—" She stopped talking suddenly. Dexter noticed how jumpy she looked and he sighed.

"Well there's nothing I can really do Hailey. I could look into it if you want but I don't know if that could really give you peace of mind." He rubbed her hand softly, "I don't know what to tell you, what you're father did was—"

"I want to have sex." She cut him off quickly, "With you." She finished. He furrowed his eyebrows.

"Now?"

"Well no." She laughed looking around at the crowded restaurant, "I think that might be a little awkward. When do you get off work?" She asked, holding her breath.

"Why suddenly so eager?" He asked a little suspiciously. She just shrugged her shoulders and looked away.

"Wasn't sex always part of the plan? Wasn't that why you invited me to stay with you?" She asked and he continued to stare at her.

"Hailey." He said softly.

"Dexter." She replied in the same tone. They looked at each other in silence for a moment, realizing that there was no ulterior motives or hidden meaning. They both wanted the exact same thing.

"I get off work at five." He told her. He reached into his pocket and took out a set of keys, taking one off the loop and handing it to her, "Here's the key to my apartment." A smile formed over her face just as the waited came to bring their food.

DEBAUCHERY

She looked around the small apartment and smiled. What her and Dexter had was unnatural and probably extremely wrong but it wasn't going to stop her from what she was about to do. She had gone the store that after noon and had picked out some black lace lingerie that she knew that he would like. His room was nice and average and she hadn't bothered trying to make it more romantic. It was lust; she kept reminded herself, not love. This wasn't either of their first times so it shouldn't have to be special, right? Right, she kept reassuring herself. But for some reason she really wanted it to be special, for it to be different, to feel different, then it did with any other guy. She couldn't shake the somewhat nervous tremors that she felt at the pit of her stomach. She knew Dexter was good in bed. She was kept awake sometimes by the sounds her mother was making… No, she definitely did not want to think about that right now. She shook her head and went to the kitchen to the kitchen and opened the fridge, there was nothing in the fridge except a dismembered Barbie doll, little bows tied around each piece.

"What the fuck…"

Dexter had left the office about an hour ago and was now tailing Mr. Daniels. He left his work, something was clicking in his mind about the school he worked out but he couldn't quite figure out what it was, and was making his way home. Nothing. Dexter cursed, he was hoping that the teacher would make an impromptu stop along the way but he decided that he would have to search his house the next day. Maybe he kept some memorabilia. Dexter made his way back the apartment, forgetting all about the girl who was waiting for him there. He walked in and threw his coat across his desk chair, stretching as he made his way the kitchen.

"Dexter?" He heard Hailey call. He smirked and walked into the kitchen. She was facing him with her arms crossed over her chest. She gave him an odd look as he entered.

"What is it?" He asked and she just pointed to the fridge. He moved past her to open it and he couldn't help the smile that formed on his face. The Ice Truck Killer had left him a message, a friendly one at that. He then realized why Hailey looked so confused. She must think him a psychopath now.

"Are you the Ice Truck Killer?" She asked without turning around to look at him, "I saw it on the news. What he does to the bodies. Wraps them up all clean, no blood. You're good with blood aren't you Dexter?" She swallowed. Dexter laughed humorlessly.

"You thought that the best plan of action if you found out that I was the Ice Truck Killer, someone who cuts people into pieces and puts them out naked for display, that the best course of action would be to confront me about it?" He asked. She opened her mouth as if to say something and then closed it again.

"I don't think you did this." She said after a moment of silence, "I don't think you even know who it is. But he knows who you are. I mean this isn't random, Dexter. He would have had to break in here to leave it. And that worries me deeply." She shook a little as she spoke. She kept glancing back to the fridge.

"You don't have to worry about it." He told her.

"What does that mean? Of course I do, what if you're his next victim? What then?" She yelled at him, tears forming in her eyes. He was confused about this new display of emotion, he had never seen her act like this, even when she was talking about her father she had remained virtually stoic.

"He's not going to kill me." He reassured her. She suddenly launched herself at him and wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her head in his shirt, "Hailey…"

"How do you know?" She asked, "I really don't want to lose you. I don't know why I feel this attached to you, but you're different Dexter. You're different from everyone I've ever met before, I don't know how, but you are." He cupped her cheeks in his hands and lowered his lips to hers.

"I'm going to be fine, I promise." He told her calmly and she nodded once, without quite meeting his eyes. He kissed her again, this time a little bit harder and pushed his tongue into her mouth. She reciprocated and moved her hands to the buttons of his shirt, starting to undo them slowly. He couldn't wait that long and pushed her back forcefully into the counter and pulled at her dress hastily. He groaned when he saw what she was wearing underneath and attacked her neck with his lips, biting down every once and a while. She let her eyes roll back in her head a little and then pushed him off quickly. They were both panting, Dexter looked almost possessed at that moment, like he had pulled away from his kill.

"Hold on." She said and smiled. She slowly pushed her dress down and stepped out of it, "I want this to be special." She put her hands on his chest and bit her lip nervously.

"Umm yeah." His voice was horse, "Whatever you want." Hailey leaned up and kissed him again.