Sam smiled to herself as she looked in the rear view mirror, just as she had hoped, Dexter Morgan had taken chase, most likely hoping to catch her in some kind of nefarious act. She had left with no real idea of where she was going, only a hope that she'd have a tail. She had been in Miami many years ago, back in 2006, what a beautiful time in Miami that had been. She had been reunited with her best friend once then and she hoped to find him again before she was finished in the city.
As much as she needed to be hunting tonight she knew it was impossible if she had any hope of evading the police, she could however use this as an opportunity to cause a distraction. She pulled up the address of her third choice of victim and began the slow stalk.
The name of the man that lived at the fine establishment was the one and only Richard Cooper. He was a scumbag and generally fit what she was looking for in a victim, but there was one little hold up. The poor fucker had an estranged daughter, and Sam wasn't one to break up a family, she knew all too well what could happen.
As expected, when she looked in her mirror she could see Dexters car lazily following up on her. Sam turned unexpectedly then, two houses down from Mr. R Cooper's house, and watched as Dexs car kept rolling. She knew he'd be back any minute after he rounded the block back and she jumped out of her car and into the unlocked window of the vacant house.
She found the place when she first started to vet Mr. Cooper and had planned on staking out there before realizing the hiccup in the poor man's demise. As planned she could hear a car engine stopping around the corner, and the sound of someone picking the lock of the back door. The Something Inside was screaming at her but she ignored it as she sat on the couch, the single piece of furniture in the place.
"You should've knocked, Dexter Morgan," she said before he could get too close. If he was following her and had no qualms breaking into places, she wanted to be in control of the situation. She could hear him take a deep breath and shuffle softly.
"What are you doing here?" he asked in a snappy tone.
"Better question, Mr. Forensic Analyst, what are you doing here?" she snapped back, still without turning around. He grunted and walked around to the font of the couch and looked at me.
"What are you doing here?" he asked again, more impatient.
"That's good," Sam said as she started to get up, "Deflect the fact that you followed me and broke into this house by blame shifting me." He growled and pushed her back down into the old couch. "Woah big boy," She said, feeling The Voice starting to creep in, "Hands to yourself." He blinked at her in a way that could only communicate the fact that he had heard The Voice, which got Sam thinking if this lab geek himself, had A Voice to go with his Something Inside.
"What are you doing here, I think would be the more prudent question, Mr. Morgan," she say to him, her head cocked. He sure wasn't dressed in police work clothes, he had changed into a brown shirt and pair of cargo pants. He seemed to ignore the question, again, however and grabbed her by the arm, yanking her up off the couch and out of the house.
"Get in your car," he growled, "We're going home."
"Hey cowboy, at least buy me dinner first… wait you did!" she started to giggle and he shot her a look, quieting her. "Yesh have a sense of humor," she grumbled as she got into her car. She pulled out and started to drive back to the apartments, seeing the headlights of the unwelcome guest in the mirror, just begging for disobedience.
She thought of my friends on the slow drive back. Sam hoped that her friend was out there, and that he had somehow gotten word of her work, and if he didn't, she'd keep trying. She thought of his smile and thoughtful eyes as she pulled into the lot, and when she looked over at Dexter, she thought for a moment she might've seen a familiar shadow cross the mans face.
What are you doing, Dexter?! Harry whispered aggressively from the passenger seat.
"I saw the look in her eyes," he growled back, "I was making sure she wasn't going to do anything, and look, I caught her in the middle of something, didn't I?"
Did you? Or did she let you? And now what, you have a son now, you can't go following around your supposedly murderous neighbor like this, what if she were to retaliate?
"She'd never get to my family," he snapped as he got out of the car, meeting the woman at the base of the stairs.
"What a lovely night, it truly was a pleasure, Mr. Morgan." she gave him a pleasant smile, but he could nearly feel the Need radiating off of her, awaking his own Passenger. He walked her to her apartment and leaned against the handrail and blew a heavy breath.
"What am I doing here?" he asked himself as he stumbled into his apartment. He walked into his sons room and looked at the peaceful, finally, sleeping toddler.
"They're so sweet when they're asleep, huh?" Jamie peeped quietly from the doorway.
"Makes me miss when he was a baby," he smiled back.
"Alright well I'm taking off for the night, goodnight Dexter."
"Goodnight, Jamie. And thanks again," and with that the nanny was gone and i was just the two of them. "I miss your mother, Harrison," he whispered to his sleeping son. "She always knew what to do." He stroked the soft blond hairs of his son's head and sighed before himself going to his room and going to bed.
He woke up at six-thirty to the sound of his phone ringing.
"Hello?" he said in a croaky voice.
"Fuck, Dex its me," the femine voice said.
"I'm sure it is, but to clarify, which 'me' is it?" he replied, still in the veil of sleep.
"Fuck you smartass," the voice snapped "It's Debra who the fuck else."
"Who the fuck else indeed," he said back, smiling at the thought of his foul mouthed sister.
"We got something in the mail, you need to get here right fucking now, Dex," he could basically hear the scowl on her face and sat up quickly.
"On my way Deb," he hung up and quickly got dressed. What did she mean, something in the mail? Curiosity won over the need for decent coffee as he rushed out of the house, kissing Harrison on the forehead and saying goodbye to Jamie as she got him ready for school.
When Dexter finally got to the precinct, everyone was already in the briefing room, sitting in a dumbfound silence. There was the sound of static and breathing coming from the stereo playing in the middle of the room. Suddenly some groaning started on whatever crude station was playing and there, nearly undetectable was a voice.
"Are you awake yet, I'm getting bored over here." as quiet and raspy the voice was, it was hauntingly familiar, not enough to be admissible, but Dexter world almost swear, the voice on the tape, was the one and only Samantha Pine.
The tape continued playing, the voice of the man became clear only to soon after turn to cries of agony, then all that was left was the sounds of heavy breathing and the meaty tune of flesh and bone being seperated. After it had concluded Deb cleared her throat and brought the attention of the green faced detectives of the room forward.
"Um, although it's unclear as of right now," she started eyes glancing around the room, "We have reason to believe after careful sound analysis, that this is a recording of the murder and dismemberment of the trail murder." Murmuring broke out and Deb and Dexter's eyes met, and it was a frightful look.
"Now obviously whoever did this, and felt the need to record it and send it to us? Is one sick fuck, so I need you guys on this, let's catch this motherfucker." The detectives cleared the room and Deb made a beline over to where Dexter was sitting.
"Still a crime of passion Dex?" she asked with a serious note in her voice.
"I honestly have no idea Deb. This is beyond me," he shrugged and looked at her with concern in his eyes.
"Nothing is beyond you Dexter, you're the same kind of sick fuck, aren't you," she gave him the hard cop glare and he huffed.
"Deb I wouldn't do something like this, it's sloppy, it's public, it's-" he stopped then and furrowed his brow. "It's a message. Whoever this killer is, they're trying to reach someone, and for them, this is the best way to go about it." She was still intent on buring straight through him with the signature, Harry Stern Look and he sighed. "What you don't think it was me, do you?"
"Look Dex, I'm just saying, this kid had a history, domestic abuse, robbery, and the cuts? Not to say you're above fucking with the police." The look only got harder and more firm, but he just sighed.
"No it wasn't me, I'm telling you, I had no idea who either of the voices in the tape are, okay?" Finally she let him go, but her gaze didn't leave his back until he was in his office, with his shades pulled closed.
"Fuck," he growled to himself, leaning back in his chair. When he refocused himself, Harry was standing in the corner, a concerned look on his face. "I should've just taken her last night, the house was already empty."
We don't know that is was her, not for sure anyway, Harry said inna reasonable tone. Like I said, you need to be careful, if she feels threatened she might act out.
"I already said I could handle it if she did," he shot back, annoyance ringing in his voice. The Passenger was stirring uncomfortably and when he opened his shades he saw her. Sam was being led by a uniform, most likely to give her official statement on what she had seen but it had made his friend a little too uncomfortable for his liking.
"Hey Vince," he said as he walked out of his little office, "Who is that?"
"Oh ho ho ho ho, a woman turning Dexter Morgan's head, what a day indeed," he giggled his fake sounding giggle and Dex played it off. "She's the one who found the body in the park, you know, the jogger." he turned his attention back down to the sample he was working on.
"But what is she doing here?" Dex inquired further.
"Maybe she remembered something, it happens, now if you'll excuse me, I have work to do," Dexter thanked him and walked out to the main portion of the precinct and turned on the T.V that was in the interrogation room.
"Thank you for coming back in," Batista's voice sounded from the screen.
"Oh really," the woman said in an ernest voice, "It's no problem at all, I just hate the idea of someone so atrocious out on the streets." She's good, he thought, her voice sounded genuine, but it had an edge to it, and edge that implied she was not the only one in there.
"Now you said on the phone that you think you have seen someone out there earlier that morning?" Batista pushed.
"Oh yes, um, there was a car, I didn't think anything of it at the time but maybe now I should've said something," she looked up with an apologetic look in her eyes and Angel cooed a soft reply. "But yes, it was like an SUV, ford or something, I wasn't really paying attention, and a man, he was built, maybe on the taller side, dark hair?"
"Huh, isn't that something," if Dexter could've jumped out of his skin he would've, Debra had materialized beside him and was giving him a look.
"Do you think if you saw him, you'd recognize him?" Angel asked. It was just for a split second, but Dexter could swear she glanced a predators glance up at the camera.
"Oh yes I think I could."
Gasp! What is this? Me, uploading again? Yes darling it's true and I'm trying my best here. So, timeline. Deb is large and in charge and knows all about our little Darling Dex, I'd say we're season 7 pre-Hannah McKay and all that jazz, kina an AU type of thing. K, till next time -L 3
