Hey everyone! I really want to thank everybody who's sticking with me on this. Here is the third part and it's pretty big. I hope you enjoy it, let me know what you think ok?

Dexter's POV:

A car arrives and then leaves. Still no sign of Deb.

My senses are sharpened, dark passenger mode on, so when I hear some footsteps I know for sure that she is here.

Then why is she not coming in? Is she scared?

"Can you blame her?" I can almost hear Harry's voice in my head, but he's nowhere to be seen.

The door slides wide open before I have the time to consider what does Harry's absence mean, in this particular moment.

"Dex?"

"I'm right here, Deb"

She stares at me for what feels like forever. Something has changed, she's not the broken girl I saw in the church, she's not the worried sister that rushed in my house to check on me, two days ago.

"Deb, who are you?"

She comes closer with a sarcastic sigh.

"Are you fuckin' kidding me Dex? Don't you think I should be the one asking this fucking question?"

"I am a serial killer." Telling the truth, confessing my true nature, is so much easier than I always pictured it.

Another sarcastic sign, "Was it you? Behind the curtain with number thirteen? Were you one of the vigilantes?"

"Yes, I was" I suspected she might start connecting the dots from there.

"That girl, your tenant…Lumen yeah…was she?"

"One of their victims? Yeah, she was number thirteen."

I can tell from her expression, as she sits opposite of me, that she's not that shocked. Can she accept my full nature?

"There were others, before the barrel girls case."

"Rita?"

"NO! God no. She was really killed by Trinity. Before I killed him he managed to get her."

She remains frozen for a while so I keep going.

"Miguel Prado, I thought we could be pals but he was hopeless." I hesitate for a bit and then keep going, before one of us looses it.

"Lila, Rudy or Brian… not so good for my siblings, am I?"

I can tell there is a crooked smile on my face, and then she bursts into laughter. A laughter I've never seen before. A laughter that becomes sobbing.

It's killing me seeing her like that, worse of all knowing that it's my fault.

"Deb…

…I'm so sorry…this is just…my nature, there is always a dark passenger with me in the drive."

I put my arms around her, and to my surprise she doesn't pull away. I stroke her back as the sobs go through all her body and se buries her face in my chest. She cries her heart out, and then she cries some more.

We remain silent for a while. Lying with my back on the wall, I'm wondering if she has fallen asleep just like when we were kids. Then she turns her head to look at me.

"How fucked up are we, Dex?"

"You are not fucked up, you're the brightest Lieutenant I've ever had."

Deb's lower lip is trembling and I can see tears filling her eye's again.

"Hey, it's ok. You don't have to be a Lieutenant right now"

"No it's ok. I want to be one. Where is the body, Dex? "

"In my trunk, I thought you should decide what happens to him, instead of you know…me disposing him"

She takes a deep breath. "Would it raise suspicions if I just…happened to find him?"

"It probably would, Deb. An anonymous tip is always safer."

"Ok, where do you think he should be found?"

The first thing that pops to my head is the church.

"When you asked for a final sweep in the church, was it official? Is there paperwork?"

"No, it was more of an…impulsive thing"

She looks away. I'm trying to think if it's safe to leave the body there. My head wasn't clear enough when I cleaned up, what if I left some evidence behind?

Deb's POV:

"Do you think it's safe…you know for you, if the cops find it there?"

He looks surprised, as I'm trying to keep it together. This is not a good time Deb, you need to keep your feelings to yourself.

Fuck, I can't believe I fell for a serial killer again.

We decide the church is too suspicious, too clean for a suicide; a homicide might leave the case open for the search of Travis's killer, so what?

"His first victim, the fruit guy, he washed up the shore right?"

"Yeah, Deb what does that have to do…"

"Shh, I'm trying to think! Maybe we should load him up on your boat, leave him in the open and after a couple of days he washes up as well."

He smiles like a kid for whom Christmas came earlier.

"You are the best sister in the world."

He then offers to take me on the boat as he dumps the body to the ocean but I can tell when I've had too much of the truth so I say:

"I think I'm gonna pass, can I get a ride home though?"

"Of course, I'm going to check on Harrison and then get rid of Travis."

I rush to the shower the minute I walk into the house. I guess falling in the woods and then puking is not the definition of freshness. I stand under the burning water until it runs out, but what I've seen and what I've heard doesn't wash off along with dirt. I consider quitting lieutenant's job for a while…Do I really wanna be a lt. while having that secret?

I get in the station at about 10 a.m. nothing seems different there. Nothing and no one has changed but me.

Angel comes in to suggest a final sweep on the abandoned church. I reassure him that Dexter will handle it, and then he gives me one of his "worried father" looks.

"Deb, is everything ok?"

"I just…" Ok take a deep breath you can do this, this is not the time, Angel is not the right guy.

"…have a lot on my plate, I really need to bust this DDK fucker, the last thing I need is an open case."

He nodes and leaves. That was….close. I get my wallet out of my bag, I really need to get out of here, all these things Dexter confessed…they keep running in my head, and it feels like , if I don't talk to anyone, I'm going to explode or something.

I walk towards the elevator trying to decide, so what it's gonna be coffee or booze?

Dlink! Elevator's here, the door slides to the side and the lady inside looks up.

"Oh fuck!" escapes from me as Dr Ross looks up.