Hey everyone! Sorry I haven't been posting much, weird things are happening for me and I've been trying to fix it, I think I got it though.

So enjoy this chapter and leave some reviews, it helps me write so much better. Sorry for the short chapter.

~Lucid3762

I awoke to the smell of coffee and the whir of the machine. I saw myself sprawled across the couch, my legs and arms bent is strange ways; I quickly fixed myself from my disturbing position and sat up. Dexter was in the kitchen standing beside the coffee machine in a daze, his blonde hair everywhere.

"Morning." I said sleepily. He jumped back and his eyes started to focus on me.

"Oh, hello." he said and turned towards his coffee machine, "Coffee?"

"Do you have sweetener?" I asked. Wordlessly, he grabbed an opaque glass container and handed it to me, "Uh, thanks.". Finally the machine beeped and coffee was served. I hesitantly put the mug to my lips and took a sip. It tasted amazing, even, for once, without the sweet taste.

"You like it?" he said, obviously seeing my satisfaction.

"Absolutely." I answered truthfully. Silently, we sipped our coffee.

"You seem better." he commented.

I smiled, unaware of my dropped guard, "I feel better.". His smile wasn't as big and the gears in his head were working. I instantly dropped my smile and went back to sipping my coffee. I'd done it, I'd made his suspicion.

"So, um," I began to act out nervousness, wringing out my shirt hem, "Can I go to the precinct with you? Please? What if the guy who killed my father comes after me?"

"I think you already have to go, answer questions on public record, if you're okay with it." he told me.

"Yeah, anything to get me away from who killed him."

"You know who killed him?" he asked, eyebrow raised.

"No, if I did, you'd know." I replied.

"I'm sure you would." he turned his back to me, "Get ready, we leave in a couple minutes.". I unhurriedly put a shirt over my tank top and changed into jeans. In the bathroom, brushing my teeth, he came in and shooed me out so he could shower. I waited at the kitchen with a coffee mug in hand while I heard the shower water run. Now would be a perfect time to snoop. I glanced at his desk and saw a computer; before I went, I listened, he was recently in the shower, so I gave myself ten to twenty minutes. Hurriedly, I hacked into his computer and went to his search. Cleared, not a web link in place. I checked his person's search. A long list of names popped up. Hurry hurry, I scolded myself. I knew that I had to dwindle down the information. What was the name Brian used while here? Rudy, Rudy Cooper. I typed that in and a search came up followed by a pop-up saying:

"Do you mean Brian Moser?". I clicked on it, and his records popped on the screen. My eyebrow moved upwards and a smile curled onto my lips but I knew I shouldn't get ahead of myself, so he looked up his name, so what?

I heard the shower water click off and hurriedly memorized every aspect of the page I thought was useful, name, date it was searched, etc. I closed the laptop computer and got by the door before Dexter walked out in a white collar shirt and brown slacks, his hair was wet and brushed.

"You about ready to go?" I asked him, letting a small smile escape my lips. He nodded and we were on our way.