Yesterday is Today

She loves me. She wants me. It's still a little hard to believe. I guess my relationship with Deb has always taken a backseat due to my more deep seeded urges.

Hard as I try to remember, her teen years seem like a blur to me. Except, for when she started dating. The men that walked into her adolescent life had always made me stop and look. There was something interesting in her choice of men. There had been Patrick Craig, him I remember well. You could say he was my 'friend' He followed me incessantly like Deb use to, I guess they found company in that. Eventually it ended, like all the others. Eric Winer, Todd Limber, Matthew Carrigan. All the same and yet different, all with something new to show her, but they'd never kept her attention for long. None had ever been able to fill that void in Debra, that empty space that had her crawling into my room most nights to sleep on the floor. She probably thought I never noticed, she used to sneak out before sunrise, but there were nights when she would often talk in her sleep, and sometimes I'd listen. I've always been a light sleeper.

Deb moved in my arms, mumbling something in her dreams. We had talked about the Perkins case for hours before I left her house to see the kids. She had decided to rule the father out as a suspect since his alibi had been cleared for the time of murder. He works the night shifts as a security guard and had not left his post all night. We had both agreed that the brother was in need of questioning, and a later thought of decision to investigate into Lisa Perkins school life had Deb running over to my house for dinner.

Jamie had left for the night and after the kids had gone to bed, Deb decided to relive her teenage escapades and sneak into my room, but this time it was nothing like the old days, and the rug by my bed was far from her final destination.

She had jumped into my bed and quickly stripped off her T-shirt and boxers. She was playful, and beautiful as she wormed her way under the covers and above me. Her long legs, and arms wrapped around me as she attempted to wrestle me like she used to when we were children, only now her goal was to undress me. When we were small I used to untangle myself from her and leave her disappointed, and defeated on the floor. Always too small and too week to defeat big brother Dexter. Now I made up for it and held her closer, making her attempts close to impossible. I'd slow her down with with kisses, and bites, but she squirmed and bit her way out of my arms. Her naked form pressed against me fought for equality, as awkwardly my clothes began to come off. She laughed as my shirt slipped off my head. I could feel her warm flesh grace mine as she slid up and down the bed, pulling the rest of my clothes down with her. Her mouth and mine fought for the right of exploration and that which had begun as games had turned to foreplay. I found myself using my mouth as a form of noise control. Deb would whimper and moan as my fingers found new places previously missed by the rush of the first time. I had to stop. There would be no waking up the dead tonight, not with the kids so close. I bit her collar bone and made her laugh, she gently slapped me and searched for my lips in the darkness.

"We have to stop Deb. The kids." I reminded her wishing I didn't have to. My own lungs rushing in need of air.

"Fuck Dex, now?" She whined but she exhaled defeated, her fingers combed through my hair and I felt the need to kiss her apologetically.

"Sorry." My lips made their way up from her sternum to her forehead. She didn't answer but her body curled automatically into my arms.

We tried to ease into sleep, laughter and frustration still lingering in the air. I could see her smile in the faint light of the room as she traced shapes on my chest. I like her smile, and knowing that I am the one putting it there, but more surprisingly I find that the effect is mutual.

I could feel her stir as the sun began to rise, her wondering hand gliding from my chest to my..

"Good morning" She grinned, eyes still closed. Content with her hands discovery and the control she could wield over me so early in the morning. I laughed, I've become very fond of this new Debra. "Three more days right? Kids go back to Orlando." She laughed as well, throwing her silky long leg over me.

"Three more days." I smiled as I kissed her grinning lips, then grunted. She was awfully tempting.

As if on cue, Harrison called out for me through his baby monitor. "Dada." Astor and Cody would be getting up soon too.

"Oh boy, I guess the day has begun." Deb mumbled into my neck before she kissed me and hopped off. She threw on her clothes from the night before and walked out of the room. Her voice came back in through the baby monitor as she greeted Harrison, his laugh came in too as she probably tickled him. I couldn't help but smile. She had been there all along.

"I guess it has." I told myself.

"Michael? Dear, come out please!" Janet Perkins patience is wearing thin. It has been two days since her daughters tragic death and her son still refuses to come out of his room. She's heard things hit the wall and every now and then she could hear her son scream. It was breaking her heart. Wilson, her husband was a quiet man. He was crying on the inside and he was of no help to her, no help to anyone really. She keeps wondering if it will get easier at some point, and tears spill down her cheeks every time she realizes her daughter is gone and nothing will ever be the same. She tries knocking again.

"Sweetheart, the police department wants to speak with you today. You can help them find whoever did this. But you need to come out, Lisa.. she would want you to."

The door opened and her son Michael stood between the door and the frame. He was much taller than her, blond just like Lisa had been, strong just like her husband. "I want you to. I want to find him too."

His mother shook with each word. The bastard who took Lisa had not only murdered his sister, but his mother and father as well. "I'll talk to them." He said and then closed the door.

The room was dark and music was blaring from the computer speakers where a slideshow of Lisa's pictures, of her memories replayed on auto for Michael to see. For it to feed his anger towards the man who took her life. She didn't deserve what she had gone through. She was innocent and good. She loved him, even when other people found it hard to. He looked at the image on the screen, his little sister kissing her ex boyfriend on the cheek, her first boyfriend and he shut the screen off. She was so young, and she only deserved the best, she could have had a long happy life, gotten married, had children. Loved them. Michael would find whoever ended Lisa's life and he would end theirs.

"Quick Dexter! Hide me!" Masuka ran into my office, taking cover behind me as he watched the mail get delivered through the window, a package heading towards Debs office.

"What's wrong?"

"Your sister. She's going to kill me! I accidentally ordered a subscription for SpankyTown Monthly, and it's addressed to the department! And now the lieutenant is going to get it and she's going to rip my balls off! Clean off! I just know it."

"You ordered it accidentally?" That sounds nothing like him.

"Well, no huhuhuhuh. That part was on purpose." Of course. "but the address was an accident. Oh shit!"

Deb walked out of her office and scanned the area for Masuka, package in hand. Her eyes met his through the glass and she marched into my office.

"What the hell is a SpankyTown Monthly?" It sounded like more of a question than a threat.

"It's a uhh.. um porn." Masuka answered.

"No shit. Here." She handed him the package. "Make sure I don't get it next month."

Masuka looked surprise, and slowly reached for the package as if she would decide to change her mind and chop his hand off instead. Deb shook it for him to hurry up and take it and then looked my way and smiled.

"That's it? 'Here?' No angry cursing? Or a threat to suspend me? Or maybe keep my magazine so you can fulfill your hot lady fantasies?"

"Good god, shut up." She laughed as she turned away to leave.

Masuka watched her leave in silence, a small smile forming on his face."Someone's getting laid." He sing sung, loud enough for Deb to hear him and flick him off as she walked away, an added kick in her step. Masuka playfully slapped my shoulder and laughed, noticing the same change I had seen in Deb since that morning. She's happy.

Angel walked past Deb who greeted him with a high five and looked confused as he came in my office .

"Deb seems chipper. New boyfriend?" Angel asked as Masuka flipped through his magazine.

"Told ya." The smaller man replied.

"Uh, not that I know of. Do you need something Angel?"

"Oh yeah, Perkins kid is coming in for interrogation. Mind getting his DNA when he comes in?"

"Sure thing."

"Also, Lisa's group counselor has decided to stop by. Says he was close to her, and that he'd love to help us catch whoever did such a horrible thing to her. I know he's just trying to help but you know, we should get his DNA por si las aguas... just in case."

"Yea, no problem."

"Aha! '10 signs of a woman in heat' #1 Incredibly upbeat attitude towards men." Masuka read out loud smiling at me. Angel looked at him and then down at the magazine.

"What else does it say?"

"Guys, do you mind maybe reading outside?" I gestured towards my unfinished and unclassified blood samples.

"Oh yeah." The older detective said as he walked Masuka out of my office to continue their studies on the female species. Good luck to them.

The dramatics of the room excite me. I feel like I should be a little more nervous sitting here, but there's none of that, I'm just here to help.

First I would like to state that I loved little Lisa. She was great, one of the good ones you know? Now she'll always be that, a good little one. Never growing old, bitter and learned, of the shit that is this miserable world.

I play the role to perfection. My hands are wrung and every so often I look up at the hanging light of the interrogation room, feigning impatience. I spare one look at the double sided glass - She's there. I can feel her watching, judging. Debra Morgan, Lieutenant, sister, daughter. The one that got away. I can't help but smile. I've waited so long.

"Mister Craig?" Fuck. It's not her. "I'm sergeant Batista, how are you doing?" His grubby hand stretches out to greet me and I'm not hesitant to take it. I have to continue, I have to play the part.

"I'm.. I'm ok Sargent. The lieutenant wont be joining us? I thought.."

"No no, she's interrogating the Perkins brother."

"Oh yes, Michael. Michael, I see." This is not what I had planned, god damn it.

"Yes. So I hear that you were close to miss Perkins. Do you think you know.." The door opens again and though I'm hopeful I am again disappointed.

"Socio! Mister Craig, this is Dexter Morgan. He'll be taking your DNA, it's just a precautionary thing."

"Sure thing, no problem."

"Hello!" He greets, putting his tool kit down on the table. Dexter. Dexter Morgan. I remember you well.

"I just need a cheek swab from you and I'm out of here." He doesn't seem to remember me though. He's chipper. The bastard.

bzzzz bzzzzz

The phone buzzed again. 'New Message.' It was Anthony, the cheesy waiter from the other day. He had left his number on their tab and Jaime had probed and gushed over it as mom probably would've done if she were still alive. It was moments like these that Astor missed her the most. Grandma was horrible at dating advice. Anyways, he was pretty cute, this Anthony. She probably wouldn't have texted him had she not been desperate for some age appropriate conversation. Cody and Harrison's car and monster talk was really starting to drive her bananas, and Dexter and Aunt Deb had been talking non stop police case stuff. Whatever, he was sweet, she had actually been thinking about asking Dexter to let her and Cody stay longer. The week was going by so fast, and the possibility of maybe a new love interest that wasn't Jesse had even kept her awake last night. - Not that she'd be one to admit it. Astor looked over at Cody playing with Harrison and then made her way out of the room, she wouldn't be missed.

Anthony: Knock knock

Astor: Really?

Anthony: Knock Knock! Come on ;)

Astor: lol Who's there?

Anthony: Argg

Astor: Argg who?

Anthony: Argg you coming out with me or not?

Astor: lol Ur. Such. A. Loser.

Anthony: Is that a yes? :)

She could tell Jaime, but she would call Dexter and she didn't want to run the risk of him not letting her out. She wasn't a little girl anymore.

Astor: Wat time?

Sorry it's taken forever :|.. I will finish this so don't worry. There's 3 or 4 chapters left. Read carefully this is where it starts to get messy ;)