After her police interview Sam knew she'd gotten herself a one way ticket into whatever land of hurt Mr. Morgan may have been interested in pursuing. As she was walking out she made eye contact with him and smirked, causing his sister, the lieutenant aparent to cast him a scrutinizing look.
She knew she was probably taking a risk coming out and poking at her mysterious neighbor but she wanted to see what he, and his friend on the inside, were capable of. Not that she was overly worried, whatever he decided to throw at her she was sure she could handle it.
She stepped out of the Police Department and took a deep breath. It was a typical hot Miami day and she wished she'd worn a lighter top, considering she was sweltering in her jeans and collared work shirt, she figured it'd help her credibility however if she showed up ready for work, even if it was her day off.
"What are you doing here," hissed a voice to her side and she jerked her head over, and was nearly surprised by Dexter standing close to her side.
"Why I was just here to help the investigation, my foster father was a cop, oh gosh you'd know all about that wouldn't you," he placed a hand on her back and started to not-so-gently push her towards her car while looking around in an almost aggressive way. "Gentle good sir," she chastised.
"I don't have time for this," he growled at her.
"You're right," she said with an apologetic look in her eyes, "I fibbed darling, my Daddy wasn't a cop, but he was quite the interesting man, you'd might even know him, but I guess you're right, I don't quite time have for this quarreling, but say how about we go get some lunch, make up for it."
She could see the fire building up behind his soft eyes and it was all she could do to not laugh. They were frozen in place like that for a moment, her buckled in her small red car and him standing there, leaning in her window.
"Got a date Morgan?" asked an oddly tan guy with a boston accent and shiny button up.
"No actually-"
"Yes actually," she chimed up louder, "We're just on our way to lunch." Sam shot him a big sparkling smile and both men looked at her with narrowed eyes.
"Bit earlier for lunch don't ya think," the other man asked incredulously.
"Yeah I think Quinn here is right," Dexter said with a look in his eyes that said 'gosh what a shame' yet Sam could hear the growl of the Other.
"Nonsense," she said, gowling back, startling Dexter, "We'll get bruch then." With that the other man, Quinn, shot one more look at them before walking inside. That just left the good ol' boy Dexter Morgan.
"What is your obsession with me," he hissed at her under his breath.
"You're the one that followed me into a vacant property last night, now get in cowboy." She started the car and watched him curse to himself as he walked around and got into her car. "Where's a good lunch, or rather brunch place around here?" she asked in a conversational tone.
"How about we just go back to the apartments," he suggested in a strained voice, "I'll make us up something and we can enjoy the AC."
"Wonderful," Sam said as she turned up the radio and let the rest of the ride go along in silence.
Dexter what in the world are you doing?! Harry yelled at him from the back seat. Dex rubbed his eyes and glanced over at the woman. She wore a gray collared shirt with a logo and a bird embroidered on the front and worn out pair of jeans and black converse. With long red hair, pale complexion dotted with freckles and deep blues eyes, Dexter figured that she could be pretty if one were to look that way.
But you're not, right Dex? Dexter met his fathers eyes in the side mirror and Harry tilted his head and then shook it. It's a bad idea getting close to this woman. And we both know it, don't act the other way. Before long she had parked and they were on the way up to his room. And now what, Harry chided from beside the door, Now Quinn has seen you two together, won't that say something when she goes missing?
"Wow," Sam said once she was inside, "So… neat." And it was, everything was meticulously in its place, which surprised her to see a small, child's keyboard on his coffee table. "Huh, just what are you into Mr. Morgan?"
"Why are you fucking with me?" Dexter growled from behind her as he pushed her up against a wall, his forearm against her throat.
"Cut to the chase shall we then," she choked out, meeting his eyes, feeling their Friends snarling at each other. "I'm looking for a friend, and I think you can help me."
"Really now, you, friends?" he asked, "And why do you think I could help you?" With that she reached up a hand and poked his chest.
"Because of him," the edges of her vision started to go black and she blinked hard against it. He let go of her then and she dropped to the floor coughing and lifted her thumb up and struggled out a laugh. "We both know that you're little Friend is Up To No Good. I know you can hear mine, so how about you show me yours and I'll show you mine."
"You want to see?" he growled lowly at her.
"There he is," she said searching his eyes which had grown darker. "I'd love to share but, mid if we eat first, I wasn't kidding when I said brunch." He growled and turned around, walking into his little kitchen and pulling out some sandwich things. Sam rubbed her neck and coughed one more time before standing up and straightening her shirt.
Dexter's apartment was the same as Sams was, just copy pasted over to the better located corner spot. She opened the curtains and looked out over the bay, with views like that she understood why her friend had spent time in the fair city. She let out a sigh and moved over to the AC unit and let the cold air wash over her sweaty face.
"Hey, uh, food is ready," Dexter called from the kitchen, traces of The Voice gone, the poor boy had a fast cool down rate, how dull.
"Thanks deary," she said as she took a bite.
Another close call? Said from his place by the AC box. "So you're friend?" Dex said between bites, "You've mentioned him a few times already, he must be pretty special to you."
"We met a while back, when we were both quite impressionable and spent time here and there around the country and beyond for a bit. We shared… certain life experiences so we got along very well but about oh ten years ago he went on this quest I guess you'd say to find a someone of his own, and we met up here actually a few years ago but I got called away and we haven't exactly stayed in touch so I figured it was my turn to find him."
"Life experiences huh?" He inquired, feeling a stirring from the Dark Passenger.
"A rough life, Mr. Morgan."
"Dexter."
"Right of course, first name basis, I forgot," she smiled at him and for a moment he thought he heard the Passenger laugh, not his usual reaction to a killer so, unrestrained. Once they were done eating he did his dishes and let out a long breath, just as he opened his mouth to say something, his phone started to ring. He looked at her apologetically and picked it up.
"Fuck Dexter," the voice on the other end said.
"Deb, what's up?"
"Crime scene, FUCK, just, fuck, the fucking ice rink Dex," and with that she hung up. Dex swung around and looked at Sam, who was sipping some water from a glass, he innocent eyes looking up at him.
"There's a body, I need to go," he could barely focus over the cackling of the Dark Passenger.
"Shit, and I drove you, I guess I'll just give you a lift there, where to?" Dexter didn't like the look in her eyes but he knew that he couldn't waste time going back to the precinct.
"You know the Panthers ice stadium?" he asked, and she gave him a smile.
"Sure I do, I've been to a few games, let's get a move on," Sam whirled around on her heels and Dexter took one final look at Harry and his disapproving face before he sped out of the apartment.
Okay so two chapters in a day, I feel like that coupled with the fact that this chapter has real movement I feel like it's okay that it's a little shorter, I'm doing my best mates.
