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His Worst Nightmare.

Chapter. 37.

Underwood memorial Hospital.

In the three days since he first woke up, Dexter's condition had improved greatly. They had moved him into a private room that was being guarded by a police officer. He had mostly slept throughout, due to the loss of blood. He had not managed to give a statement yet. Deborah was happy with his progress. She was able to bring Harrison with her to this new room, and she loved to watch Harrison telling his dad all the new stories he had learned from Detective Eames sister. She was sure that Dexter could hear them even though he was asleep.

She had just tucked Harrison in on the room's big chair when she heard her brother groan. She rushed out to the nurses' station and informed them that he was waking up and in pain, then dashed back into his room to his bedside.

She found him struggling, so she reassured him and then helped him to raise the head of his bed more into a sitting position.

"Dexter, quit the struggling damn it! You are going to rip open all your stitches!" she chastised him.

Dexter looked up at his sister and tried to smile, he was sure it looked more like a grimace though. They were interrupted by a nurse and his Doctor, who had come in to run some tests on him. After 5 minutes they were through and he was left alone with his sister again.

His Doctor was pleased with how the wounds were now healing and that his temperature had returned to normal again. He injected some more painkillers into his IV, this time one that wouldn't knock him out again, and left.

Dexter took in his new surroundings and smiled when he saw his son sleeping on the chair. After a few minutes the pain in his gut had become tolerable, he was able to offer Deborah a weak smile.

"Did you get the number of the truck that hit me?"

He asked her. He barely recognized it though; it was more of a croak. The scowl on her face didn't reassure him any, he knew he was in for an ear bashing.

"You joke about this? If you weren't already in hospital Dexter… so help me god!" She paused to look at him.

"You had us all terrified Dex, we thought we was going to lose you!"

She was unable to stop the tears from rolling down her cheek.

"Sorry, it wasn't like I had planned this sis."

Dexter reached over and gently squeezed his sister's hand.

"Forget it; main thing is you made it. Dexter what the fuck happened? Goren & Eames told me that it was some frikking Mafia cocksucker that did this to you. Who on earth have you pissed off this time?"

Dexter smiled at his sister, this was the Deb he knew and loved. She knew about his dark passenger, she wasn't completely happy about its existence, he wasn't even sure that she had come to accept it, but she always had his back no matter what. He glanced over her shoulder to make sure no one could hear them.

"All I can remember is seeing a flash and an incredible amount of pain sis… The flash came from a car up the road. It would seem that they were able to identify me after I took care of one of their boss's, although I have no idea how, I was extremely careful."

"Dex, I have told you time and time again that one day this would come back and bite you in the ass. In this past week I feel like I have aged forty years for Christ's sake! They have a guard outside your door; I'm scared for Harrison too... They won't stop at nothing until they have you!"

Of course everything that his sister said was true. There was no way he would allow for them to harm his family.

"Deb, once I'm capable I will make all this go away. Fill me in on what has happened since I got shot, have they caught Wallace?"

As soon as Deborah filled him in he could no longer keep his eyes open, he got Deborah to lay Harrison on the bed next to him and succumbed to his exhaustion.

Inwood NY.

He had been sitting and waiting an hour, down the road from John Eames apartment, observing them as they entered. It would be too easy for him to drive slowly past and riddle the living room window with bullets, although he was highly tempted to do so. He was finding it harder and harder to keep himself under control. He got his cell phone out and watched the video he had shot of his son at a baseball game. A single tear rolled down his face.

Thanks to Goren he had not only lost his job and his pension, he had also lost his family. As soon as his wife had learned that he had been unfaithful, she had packed their bags and left. At first he had been allowed to visit his two sons, but their arguments had increased with intensity each time he had visited, and in the end his ex-wife had obtained a restraining order and full custody of the children. He wasn't allowed to get within 200 feet of them.

She would never have found out about it, had it not been for Goren. He had almost had him at that bar, until that bent cop had stepped in and broken them up. He was amazed that Goren had offered no resistance. Under normal circumstances the guy was a giant and somebody that I would never be looking for a fight with. He had seen that he had no fight in him, that night.

He smiled as a thought occurred to him, after he killed Eames and let Goren suffer enough, he would beat him to death with his two fists, nice and slow so that he could enjoy inflicting him, with the kind of pain he himself had been through.

Movement broke him out of his thoughts and he watched as Goren and Eames raced to their SUV and drove off at high speed. Perfect they must have heard about Wallace, now Goren could see his dead brat, he allowed himself a little chuckle at the word brat it seemed fitting as Goren was a rat!

Once he saw the SUV turn the corner, he stepped out of his car. He really didn't have anything against John Eames; he was just a chess figure to him, one that would give him leverage in getting control of Goren and his little fire spitting side kick. He walked up to his apartment and knocked on the door. He would use the element of surprise. He held a badge up against the spy hole in the door and grinned as Eames senior swung the door open. Even though he recognized Copa, he was no match for him. All it took was one punch and John Eames lay in a heap to his feet. He dragged him into his living room and closed the door and tied his hostage to a chair.

Now all he had to do was wait for them to return…

T.B.C…..