A new beginning or the beginning of the End?
By: Debster'sDarkPassenger
Beginning A/N:
I hope everyone enjoyed the last chapter. It was fun to write, and I hope it did an adequate job of moving the story forward. Anyways, this chapter doesn't pick up with Debster right away. Please read and review.
Chapter 4: Sometimes the past doesn't want to let go.
The two men met in a poorly lit parking garage near the Miami football stadium. Neither got out of their vehicle, instead lowering their tinted windows just enough to speak to each other.
"Seems you were right Mr. Detective man, the two Morgan's seem to be an item," says one man from his car, voice holding scorn, "but I can take care of the brother easy enough, as long as you can pay."
"I can pay," the other snaps, "but you said they were an item, are you sure?"
"O' course I'm sure," the first man sneers, "why, what's it to you, you want him gone or not?"
"It's nothing anymore," he replies softly, "No, I want them both gone now."
"Both the man AND the woman? That'll cost you extra."
"Name your price."
"Five large…each"
"Done, you get half now," he replies, tossing a bag of cash onto the other's hood, "the rest when it's done."
"You got it."
"I'll be watching the news, I'll meet you here after."
"Done."
The second man drives away, allowing the first to get his license plate down as he reaches out and grabs the money. He opens his computer, already tapped into the local police database, and searches the plate number, instantly getting a hit.
"Well, well, well, aren't we a dirty detective."
Meanwhile, Hannah McKay is searching through security camera footage, hoping to catch a glimpse of Dexter. She happened to steal this footage from the cameras around the shipping docks, as well as the cameras themselves. She chuckles softly as she sees him simply walk past all the police into his own crime scene. She fast forwards a bit to see him come back out, but accidentally goes too far.
Before she can rewind it, she sees him and his sister walking back from further into the shipping docks and stops to watch, curious. She sees them stop out of sight of the others and…her jaw drops in shock…kiss? Are they? Yes, oh my god they are. She thinks as a cold fury fills her to the core.
She flings the laptop away, smashing it against the opposite wall of the hotel room she has rented. Too stunned, angry, and hurt to do anything else, she curls into a ball on the cheap bed, tears cascading down her face as she plans her revenge.
The next morning, Debra wakes up, smiling when she sees Dexter sleeping peacefully beside her. This could be every morning. She thinks with a small grin. She feels stiff in her arms and legs, and stretches herself to full wakefulness, taking up nearly the entire bed and waking Dexter as she does. He groans his displeasure at this early awakening before opening his eyes. As soon as he sees her next to him, he breaks out into an enormous smile.
"Good morning," he says, sleep rapidly vanishing from his voice.
"Same," she replies.
"Breakfast," he asks.
"Sure, what about Harrison?"
"I asked the babysitter to watch him today also, besides, he'll be at preschool most of the day anyway."
"Oh."
He gives her a quick kiss before getting out of bed, demanding she stay put as he gets her some food. She begins to protest, but sees his look and subsides, promising to get back in the bed after she gets a shirt. Compromise in hand, he heads to the kitchen, quickly making himself a bowl of cereal, and scrambling some eggs and making some bacon. He puts the latter items onto a tray with a glass of orange juice, and another of milk that he brings into the bedroom.
As he walks in, he is surprised to see she has stayed in the bed, albeit impatiently. The covers have been pushed down to the foot of the bed, and the pillows have been fluffed up, a space cleared for him as well.
He balances the tray of food in her lap, and she leans up to give him a kiss in thanks. He quickly goes and retrieves his bowl of cereal before settling down next to her, pulling the blankets over their legs. They finish their breakfast before she turns to him, broaching the subject he knew was coming.
"What do we do about Hannah?"
"I don't know, I'll have to find her before anything else."
"You better Dex, she's probably pissed at you for turning her in, and when she finds out about…" she trails off, gesturing between them and the bed.
"I know, as soon as I find her, I'll either have to placate her somehow….or kill her."
"What if she comes forward with what she knows? I mean, you probably told her enough to get her a pretty good fucking deal if she turns you in. How will you handle that?"
"We'll just say she's trying to get a deal and get revenge on us for catching her. They will likely investigate, we may even be arrested and held for awhile, but eventually they'll give up and drop it. There isn't any evidence linking either of us to any crimes, except maybe a speeding ticket…once."
"Because you framed Doakes?"
"I didn't frame Doakes, nor did I kill him. Lila did, and I didn't need to frame him, he had the slides, knives, plastic…I simply let everyone draw their own conclusions."
"And then what?"
"And then I'll find her, and she'll disappear."
"Be careful, where will you start?"
"That orchid, it had to be from her greenhouse."
"She wouldn't be stupid enough to go back there, the police would be sure to look."
"Maybe, maybe not; the police know she isn't dumb enough to return, so they'll probably only look once or twice. Maybe even just look for a light, and after they've looked, everyone will assume she's on the run out of town or out of state. She could just stay there, albeit without power or water."
"You think she's there? Why?"
"The flower, it was a message. I'll go vet the place now, and we'll see, just watch what you eat."
"What about Harrison?"
"He'll be fine, she wouldn't poison a child."
"If you say so."
"I do," he says, reaching for his wallet, "here's some money for the babysitter and some for food, the babysitter will bring him home two hours after his preschool lets out."
"Alright."
He walks to his desk, opening a drawer and removing a thick sealed document envelope before going back into the bedroom. He walks in and moves straight towards the closet, pushing aside some shirts and opening the false breaker box to reveal a safe.
"Holy shit Dex, what are you hiding," says Deb from behind his shoulder, having walked over in her curiosity.
"Nothing yet," he replies, opening the safe to reveal the empty interior, "I'll give you the combination. In case anything happens to me, here's my will," he says, gesturing to the envelope, "as well as other things. I named you as Harrison's care giver if anything-"
"Don't talk like that Dexter," she tells him with a finger on his lips, her bottom lip trembling, eyes watering, and voice shaking, "don't ever say that."
"Sorry, but I thought you should know."
"Fine."
"I'll see you later then; Mathews did give us a week off after all."
"I'll be waiting."
He chuckles softly before throwing her a serious look as he pulled on shoes, "The combination is 08-07-19-92."
"The day your adoption was official?"
"Yes, I wanted something you could remember, but most other people wouldn't know."
"Sounds good, see you later," she says, giving him a small kiss, "I'll be here waiting."
"I know," he mumbles through their kiss before stepping away. He turns back to look at her again, admiring her figure before waving as he closes the door, narrowly missing the belt she threw at him.
He chuckled on his way to his SUV, getting in and starting the engine. He pulls out of his parking space and makes his way to Hannah's old place, taking side streets to avoid traffic lights. He stops his SUV in an abandoned store parking lot three blocks away and continues on foot, gloves, lock picks, and two syringes of M-99 in his pockets.
Once he was within sight of her old house, he checked to make sure no one was looking before quickly ducking into the alley behind the homes. He snuck along the alley until he could see the roof of her greenhouse directly over the fence from him. He looks both ways, and, seeing no one, jumps over the fence in one smooth motion. He crouches in the bushes, cautiously looking for any sign of Hannah. He can tell by the smell that the plants are still alive in the greenhouse and sneaks around to the back. Peeking inside, there is new mulch on the ground and the air is misty. Someone has definitely been taking care of things here. There is no sign of her outside, so he slips to the back door of the house, lock picks making short work of his entry. He slips inside, closing the door behind him without a sound.
The house before him is empty. There isn't any furniture, appliances, or even dust. Maybe I was wrong and she isn't here, then again, it is very clean…maybe… he decides to investigate further, just in case.
Dexter went through every room on the ground floor, finding nothing, before moving on to the basement. Within the basement, he finds several bags of mulch as well as other gardening supplies, but still no Hannah. He quickly makes his way through the second floor, still finding nothing, but hears a creak from above. He cautiously finds the attic door and pulls it open, reveling light from above. Slowly making his way up the stairs, he pulls out the M-99, prepared for a fight. He peaks into the attic, instantly noting a bed, blankets, small fridge, and portable stove.
He looks around a little more, but sees no Hannah. He decides to wait for her, but his phone begins ringing as he moves to close the attic door. He peaks at the caller ID, becoming alarmed as he realizes it's Deb..
"What is it?" he asks as he answers the phone.
"Dex," she whispers, voice filled with panic, "there's someone here in your apartment with a gun."
"Why didn-"
"He got my gun."
"Where are you?" he asks, worry and alarm filling his voice.
"In your closet, I had to hide in your trunk."
"I'm on my way."
"Please hurry Dex," she pleads.
"I will."
He runs from Hannah's house, closing the doors behind him and swiftly locking the back door. He sprints past the greenhouse and vaults over the fence, running full tilt to his SUV. He reaches it and gets in, but drops the keys in panic as he reaches for the ignition.
"Fuck," he says as he reaches for them. He grabs the correct key and slams it into the ignition, throwing the SUV into gear and driving home as quickly as he can without arousing suspicion. Within heal an hour, he is home, and can see that someone has been in his apartment. He looks closely to see a shadow move behind the windows. Since Deb hasn't called him back, he assumes it is the intruder. He parks and locks the car before sprinting up to his landing. He edges along cautiously, M-99 in hand. He reaches the door and pushes it open silently, peeking in to see no one. His relief is short lived as he hears a loud bang and a scream from his bedroom. Panicked, he rushes in to see a man prying at the trunk in his closet, foolishly having traded his guns for a crowbar. Dexter tries to sneak up on him, but is noticed before he is within reach. The man lets out a cry of surprise, dropping the crowbar to swing a fist at Dexter. He sidesteps easily before rushing the syringe towards the intruder's neck. The man bats it aside at the last instant and goes for his gun.
He is too late, Dexter wraps one strong arm around the man's neck, and uses the other to jab the M-99 into his jugular, lowering his now unconscious body to the floor.
"Deb!" he shouts, voice panicked.
She bursts out of the trunk and notes the unconscious intruder before rushing to envelope Dexter in a bone-crushing hug, gripping him like he just saved her life, which he probably did.
"Is he dead?" she asks.
"No he's not, but I gave him a concentrated dose of M-99, he should be out for about a day."
"Good, we need to tie him up."
He reaches for some duct tape that was in the trunk, and uses it to bind the mystery intruder hand and foot before dumping him unceremoniously into the trunk, locking the latch before shoving it back into the closet with a grunt of effort. He checks for more intruders, and, finding none, shuts and bolts the door while Deb closes the curtains.
As soon as they have privacy, she vaults to him, taking him in a stronger hug than earlier before kissing his lips with a fervor he hadn't seen from her.
"Shit Dex, I thought he was gonna get me for a minute there. Who the fuck is he?"
"I don't know, we'll have to wait for him to wake up before we get any answers."
A/N Beginning of a small lemon.
She simply nods before kissing him again, this time with more passion. The passion of a few nights before returns full force as she molds her body to his, arms around his neck and fingers trailing through his hair. He reciprocates, forcing himself forward to gain a deeper kiss, hands trailing around her sides to rest in the small of her back.
This time, she takes the lead, backing him against the wall next to the bed and grinding her hips against his furiously. They break apart as they each take off their shirt; she also removes her bra in one yank, baring her breasts for him. He is only too eager to sate her desire as he takes one in his hand, kneading the orb and pinching her nipple, earning a sigh and moan of pleasure.
She breaks their kiss, standing on her toes to lean forward and whisper "Now," into his ear huskily. He needs no more encouragement as they kick off their shoes and socks and return to their kiss. Suddenly, he thrusts an arm behind her knees and scoops her up. As she gasps in surprise, he deposits her on his bed. She wastes no time waiting for him, hands instantly flying downward to undo her belt. She peels off her jeans and panties with one yank. He grabs them before they reach mid-thigh, slowly pulling them all the way down, kissing every inch of her as it is revealed.
He eyes her entrance for a moment before leaning forward. As his tongue reaches her, he finds her already wet. He gently licks her folds once before driving it inside, getting a strong reaction from her. He does not take long before he moves on to her clit, earning a scream as she instantly climaxes. Before he can continue his efforts, she takes a fistful of his hair, forcefully pulling his head up and slamming their lips together.
She moans with her pleasure and need, hands reaching down to expertly undo his belt. He moves to help her, undoing his pants and kicking them off, revealing himself to her for the first time. She gasps as she sees him, but is swiftly distracted by his lips under her ear. She sighs in ecstasy as she wraps her legs tightly around his hips, pulling him down towards her center. He understands her intent and positions himself, the tip just touching when he stops.
"Are you sure?" he asks tentatively.
She doesn't answer, instead forcing another kiss. He takes her action as a yes and begins slowly pushing himself further. She can't take it and surges against him, taking all of him at once. She screams with pleasure as he grunts. He cannot think any longer, mind now guided by pure instinct as he feels himself enveloped in warm wet tightness. He uses all of his self-control to be slow and gentle, but she has other plans, furiously bucking up into him, forcing him to increase his speed and force.
They set a furious pace, each demanding more from the other. He feels her climax underneath him first with a scream, her core muscles contracting around him as she writhes uncontrollably, nails digging into his back. His own pleasure hits him at almost the exact same time, and he takes her mouth in a kiss, gazing deep into her eyes as he feels himself let go inside her core.
Neither moves, he rests above her, weight on his arms as their bodies return to normal. He looks at her again, seeing her eyes full of lust and love. He is struck by how beautiful she is before he rolls off to allow her rest, sliding out of her with a soft wet sound.
Finally, their heart rates and breathing slow as she tucks herself against him, kissing his neck before whispering "That was amazing."
"Yes, it was, "is all he can say. He can't find better words to describe it.
They lay together, each looking at the other before they both say "I love you," at the same time.
"We ought to do something about…" he says gesturing in the direction of the closet.
"Later," she says before rising up and straddling his hips, intent on getting more of him.
Ending A/N:
I hope I did a good job with the lemon and didn't overdo it. It was 710 words and my first lemon, so try not to be too critical of it. After that intruder, whom you will meet in the next chapter, nearly got Deb, she was terrified, and he was terrified of nearly losing her, so they kind of let it happen. I wonder what complications will come out of this…maybe material for later chapters.
I'm still looking for a beta reader, so if you are interested, Please Message me.
I would appreciate any input anyone has. Please R&R.
Thanks as always,
Debster'sDarkPassenger.
