A/N: Since this story has nothing to do with real season eight, I guess this is sort of an AU story. And I really don't know who could replace LaGuerta, so I just put Quinn.
I am totaly aware that some of my paragraphs and sentences here are VERY long, but I really needed to explain some things. I also apoligize for not writing much of a Debster in this chapter and for taking me so long to update, there will be more Debster in next chapter and I hope will update next one sooner.
Next day started out ordinary, like any other. Nothing that could point on upcoming big news. Dexter only saw Masuka talking about something with Quinn, and less than hour later they were all informed to be in meeting hall in next thirty minutes.
Hall was bucked up. Dozens of chairs, all sorts of police officers and forensics siting on them, studying case files and and preparing themselves for upcoming meeting. Still, nobody was on the stage, but table with laptop and projector on it was already there. Projector was linked with laptop and pointed on big movie screen pulled over the front wall. Debra was siting next to Dexter, reading Alysha Brando's case file. She seemed completely and only concentrated on that. Dexter was siting next to her. He already studied all those things more than once, so he had nothing better to do than just looking at her. It still amazed him how all that people he knows can be so disturbed and excited over something, while he just sees it as routine, part of the job and everyday life.
Suddenly, while looking at her face, he felt something. Great. Feelings again. And he actually knew what that feeling meant. He knew it, because he felt the same when he saw Rita the first time. Damn it. This should never happen. Of course, he never thought his sister is ugly or something, but he never considered her pretty in the way he considered Rita and other women. But now he felt she is. Her long brown hair falling down her shoulders, her brown eyes pointed on file...
He quickly looked away, but he knew that won't make that feeling go away.
That's his problem. He can barely feel anything, but when he does, it can't go away.
James Quinn walked in, wearing black tuxedo, black pants, black shoes and red tie. He walked up on the stage, in front of the table. It was obvious that he still didn't use to being a captain, but he was handling that quite well.
He turned on laptop and projector. Photographs of Lucy Fowler, Gina Benes and Alysha Brando (taken in time when they were still alive) appeared on movie screen. He started explaining the matters.
"As most of you probably know, one of our forensic experts, Vincent Masuka, managed to link the ring found on one victim, Alysha Brando, with another murder victim, Lucy Fowler, killed together with her girlfriend Gina Benes. Lucy's DNA was found on it and it matches to ring stolen from her and to imprint on her right ring finger. You also know that piece of rope was found in Lucy's backyard. Female DNA was recovered on it. No match in CODIS or in unsolved cases database, but it turned out to be simmilair to one male DNA profile in CODIS, belonging to thirty year old Don Bradley. Mr. Bradley has three siblings: two brothers, Mike and James, and one sister, Vanessa. Vanessa, twenty two years old at time of her death, was found death in her boath in the marina six months prior to Lucy's and Gina's murder." After that sentence, photograph of young girl lying on the floor in pool blood in the boath appeared on the movie screen. She wore white T-shirt, blue shorts and white sandals. "Vanessa had one stabbing wound on her throat and two much deeper stabbing wounds in her heart. She bleed to death. She also had two cuts on her left hand, slightly above her wrist, and one cut on her right palm: signs that she tried to protect herself by puting her hands in front of her face. There was no signs of force intury. There is possibility that she knew the killer. Few days before her murder, she gave ade in newspapers. She was planning to sell the boath. Maybe killer introduced himself as customer, so she let him in to look inside the boath. Complete shoe print was found inside her blood, near her body. It wasn't clear enough to identifei the brand, but, judging by the shape, it was probably some sort of working shoe. By it's length, size of that shoe was ten. Bloody knife was found in sink near the boy. DNA analysis prooved that blood belongs victim. Shape of blade matched to wound on her wrist. There was no usable fingerprints. No simmilair knives were found on the boath. Killer probably had it with him. There were signs of the struggle: broken cherry wood table, five feet away from the body. Two glasses full of whiskey found on table near the body, another sign that she knew her killer. Her DNA was recovered on one glass. She had some whiskey in her stomach and some alchohol in her blood. DNA testing of silavis recovered on other glass prooved inconclusive. There was no signs of sexual assault. Robbery didn't seem to be the motive either, but one thing was missing: one of the ropes. The same type of rope recovered on Miller/Benes crime scene. As you all probably know, 911 service started receiving text messages after Virginia Tech massacre. That's how they got the tip about Vanessa's murder. They received text message saying: "GIRL DEAD ON WHITE BOATH NUMBER 245 IN MARINA NEAR LA PASTA RESTAURANT. BE THERE." Unfortunately, it was sent from disposable cellphone."
He took a deep breath and looked toward his "audience".
"I think it is obvious, from evidences presented, that we are dealing with a serial killer, and that he will probably kill again soon. He also stole neckless from last victim's body", after he said that, photograph of Alysha with that neckless appeared on movie screen. " If we found it on someone killed, we'll know it is the work of the same killer. The only thing in common to all four murders, by now is the fact that all victim's are Caucasian woman in their 20's, killed by multiple stabbing wounds. First three victims were homosexual, but there are no signs that Alysha was, so that's another dead end. You know what I want you to do. Examine everything: medical records, phone records, bills, e-mails. Look for any possible link between those four victims. Mis. Morgan, what about Alysha Brando's ex-boyfriend, Neil Wilson?"
"We are still trying to track him down", Debra responded. "He lived in motel room. He checked out two days prior to Alysha's murder."
"OK, you do that. Dexter, you compare... crime scenes and blood splatters and that... what you do... you know?"
"OK", Dexter responded, nodding his head.
"All informations we have about murders so far are sent to FBI. We should get killer's psychological profile soon. I also heard that DNA analysis of hair found on Alysha Brando's clothes and skin found under her fingernails still isn't over, so I am asking you to hurry up with it if possible. Tomorrow we will arrange press conference regarding this matter. That is all for now."
He left the room, closing the doors behind. They all started going back at their work.
#
Patrick was puting Coca Cola bottles in the fridge in local supermarket.
Man, he hated that job. He hated everything about it: uniform, tasks, boring customers, stupid boss... but he knows that he needs it. He can't go back to his old job. He just... can't. Too many memories.
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Dexter was siting at his table. He had three crime scene photos on it: Vanessa's murder, Lucy/Gina murder, and Alysha's murder. He couldn't help but feel that Vanessa's murder somehow doesn't fit. He couldn't tell what, why, or how he knew it. Everything looked the same, but didn't feel the same. The first murder was... different. It was probably something that only people like him can feel.
But he knew, without a doubt, that he will try to track down that bastard before police does and kill him. He couldn't be sure that he will be able to do that, however. This guy was good. He killed four times, during day time, last time on public place, and he still didn't get caught. Not to mention that he left very little clues and that he was killing for over six months now.
But Vanessa's murder... it's special somehow... not like the others... if he could only explain...
He looked at his watch. His shift was over. He decided to study files more detaly later, at home. He packed his things and headed toward the enterance.
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Dexter was siting on the floor in living room, playing with Harrisson. Debra was siting on couch near by.
"I can't fucking believe it", she commented. "Every year, some damn serial killer starts fucking killing people here."
Even Dexter found it inappropriate to talk about serial murders in front of the child, especialy with language Debra used, but he decided to start the conversation.
"You can consider yourself lucky that's only one every year", he said.
"Well, that's comforting", she scoffed, sarcasticly. "I don't feel safe here anymore."
"You are safe with me", Dexter said. Debra stopped talking, apparently surprised by that statement.
"I mean, it's always safer when there are more people", Dexter quickly tried to explain. "So, you and me... it's safer. But you know that I won't let anyone hurt you, because you are my sister and... "
Debra chuckled.
"What?", Dexter asked.
"You are kinda cute when you get confused", she said."Or just funny. I'll go with the later. It sounds less weird."
Dexter said nothing in return, but he felt Debra said more than she intended to.