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I hope you continue to enjoy. I don't claim to know all forensic details or court procedures this is just a fictional story

His Worst Nightmare.

Chapter: 20.

Home of John Eames

161 Post Avenue, Inwood, New York.

Bobby sat on the sofa in John Eames living room, to say he was nervous would be an understatement. His thoughts drifted back to the previous night and the proposal. A smile spread on his face at the thought.

However right now he didn't feel so confident as they had come to tell Alex's dad about their engagement, Bobby couldn't stop squirming at the thought of what her dad's reactions would be. Fact was he had always gotten on well with her father, but John Eames was old school a retired cop. How would he feel about them being a pair and getting married?

Alex sat opposite Bobby, paying attention to his face and all its contortions. She could literally see his inner turmoil. She reached over with her foot and nudged it against Bobby's, instantly grounding him. She couldn't resist a smirk as he threw her an apologetic look.

John Eames walked into the living room and placed the tray with the coffee on top of the table and waited till everybody had taken their cup and was comfortable. He felt a strong undercurrent between his daughter and her partner was it his imagination or was Bobby unable to hold eye contact with him?

Bobby looked up at Alex as he took a sip of his coffee and smiled as he placed his cup back on the table. Clearing his throat he turned to her father. John Eames raised his hand effectively stopping whatever it was that Bobby was going to say to him.

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"So I may not have been a Detective, but I am not blind either. You want to know if you have my blessing."

John Eames smiled when he saw Bobby literally deflate in front of him and his daughter grinning.

"I have known for a long time how you both have felt about each other son, and it is about time that you both have now realized it. Of course you both have my blessing."

One Police Plaza MCS Squadroom.

Dexter Morgan walked towards One Police Plaza, it was an imposing building. He walked to reception and presented his I.D and was given a visitors pass and directions on how to get to MCS squad room.

Today they were to go over all their evidence with the ADA to strengthen their case, Wallace's lawyer was stalling the hearing saying that Detective Goren& Eames were harassing their client and had demanded a unbiased blood test by a Department not linked to the NYPD. All very clever stuff but also very time wasting.

I of course had decided to up my disguise today so being a typical Floridian I donned my I love NY t-shirt and baseball cap, which I had bought yesterday on my sightseeing tour. Honestly if I lived in this city I would have no time for my little blood splatter work I would spend my entire time cleaning up all the scum that seemed to be drawn to this city. I watched the digital numbers that told me I was approaching the 11th floor and waited for the 'ping' and the doors to open. Checking my reflection in the polished metal of the interior of the elevator I donned my geeky, Dexter Morgan face and best geeky smile and entered the corridor and walked towards the squad room, Showtime!

Bedford hills Correctional Facility NY.

Nicole Wallace was inwardly fuming! Her lawyer had managed to get her out of solitarily confinement. This all had to be because of Alex Eames, well as soon as I get released from this dump I will make sure I show her my full gratitude, how dare she!

I sat on a bunk in my cell and waited for my new roommate. I wasn't kept waiting long. I watched her very carefully as she entered the cell. She was very prim and proper. I wonder why she was incarcerated in this place. She certainly didn't like me scrutinizing her the way I did. I gave her my nicest smile and introduced myself.

"Hi my name is Nicole."

I said as I offered her my hand. After a few minutes of indecision she took my offered hand and introduced herself.

"Hi my name is Nelda."

Major Case Squad.

Bobby and I had decided to wait till after this case to inform Captain Hannah of our engagement. I had placed the ring on my necklace during working hours and I admit that I sat there and played with it between my fingers with a silly grin on my face. Bobby was in the morgue talking to Dr Rodgers about another case we were working on. I sat in the conference room we had taken over as our virtual crime scene. Amongst all the photo's and statements of evidence we were working on in our case against Ms Wallace. As I looked up I saw Dexter Morgan enter the bullpen, so I stood up and went to greet him.

"Mr. Morgan it's good to see you, welcome to New York I hope that the NYPD has found you some comfortable accommodation for the duration of your stay. Can I offer you a coffee?"

Dexter took up Detective Eames hospitality and took a seat in the conference room and was looking around at the pictures and statements and lab reports, when Detective Eames returned with his cup of coffee. After adding cream and two sugars to it he took a tentative sip, which was purely a reflex as the coffee they got in Miami tasted like turpentine and not for the faint hearted. Well the coffee wasn't all that bad.

I bent down and placed my briefcase on the table and placed all my lab findings onto the table and waited for the others to join us to make this case watertight.

T.B.C…..