Next day at work was really hard and stressfull. All interogation rooms were buckeđ up. Detectives were interogating everybody connected with victims: friends, families, co-workers, boyfriends, girlfriends, ex-boyfriends, ex-girlfriends, mailmans, delivery boys...
Press conference was held that day at one pm, outside, in front of the police station. Although Quinn was in charge, Debra, and other detectives were also present. It lasted for over forty minutes before they returned inside.
"Those people are fucking monsters", Debra commented while waking near Dexter's table. "What shit are they asking... what victim's sexual orentation has to do with fucking murders? Can't we just send them fucking e-mail or something?"
"That would be the perfect world", Dexter commented before going back to his work.
#
That night, some time pass eight pm, after having dinner, Dexter and Debra were sitting on the couch in living room, watching TV. Harrison was sitting on the floonesrar by, playing with his toys.
They were both pretty tired, but Debra was more exhausted. Dexter was mostly trying to found any other possible link between victims or evidence that could lead him to the killer, but came up with nothing. He had only one field work: murder that obviously wasn't connected with serial killer case.
"Maybe we could... you know... go to see the movie or something?", Debra suddenly suggested.
Dexter shivered and glared at her in surprise, but, to his own surprise, he realized that that idea seems strangely... appealing, interesting, in his opinion.
He decided to engage in discussion about that topic, but in a way that fact that he is interested in doing it isn't obvious right away.
"Aren't you tired?", he asked.
"Kinda, but it's really boring to be here all the time. And it's really not something too exhausting. There is movie theater just few miles away from ou.. your home."
"What about Harrison?".
"Can't you call the babysitter?", Debra asked.
"I guess I could... I sometimes called her in some... uncomfortable times of day or night when I had no other choice... she always did the job. But I don't think we can say that we would like her to babysit Harrison because we are going to see the movie."
"Why?"
Dexter swallowed hard before answering.
"Well... you know... it would probably seem... rude. Like, not reason serious enough for draging her put the bed to babysit him. Also... brother and sister... going to see the movie together... it would seem like.."
He stopped, realizing that he went too far.
"Like what?", Debra asked.
"You know... like we have no social life", he said, secretly sighing in relief.
"Then make up something", Debra suggested. "I'm sick and tired from this fucking boring routine."
"OK", Dexter agreed, giving up. "What movie would you like to watch?"
"Let me see", she said, took todays newspapers from coffee table, opened them on page with movie schedules and started reading. ""Last days of sunshine", romance comedy... fuck no. "Red night", horror movie... I think we are getting enough of the blood at work. And after work", she commented, glancing on Dexter, who remained silent. Some children's movie... Oh, this could be good! "New life", drama/comedy film. In movie theater just five miles away from your home. Tonight at 9 pm. We have about forty minutes to get ready."
"It sounds good", Dexter agreed. "Realistic but not too depressing. I guess little bit of action and blood could make it even better..."
Debra glared at him.
"Anyway, it's good", Dexter said. "Go in garage, sit in the car. Key is in bowl on kitchen table. I'll call babysitter and take care of this."
"OK", Debra smiled, took car key and went in her room. "Just to put on something more comfortable."
Dexter shivered on those last words, but said nothing.
Twenty minutes later, Dexter hopped in the car, sat on the drivers seat, while Debra was already sitting on pasenger seat, wearing white T-shirt, red shorts and brown sandals. Dexter put on seat belt and drove off.
#
Patrick was lying in his bed, unable to sleep.
It is less than nine pm, but he had no energy to continue doing anything for rest of the day. Or night. He is feeling like that for months, since... that incident.
He glared on drawer next to his bed. He shivered when he remind himself what is inside. Necklace belonging to woman he killed. There is still blood on him. He can almost smell it. He is constantly afraid that someone will found it somehow. Luckily, it won't be at his possession for long.
#
It was 8:50 pm when Dexter parked his car on parking lot in fromt of the movie theater. They walked in theater through front doors and walked toward the first counter.
"How can I help you?", clerk standing behind the counter asked politely.
"We would like to buy two tickets for "New life", Debra said.
"OK", clerk nodded. "Let me check... We have two tickets avalible, but in the last row, cabine ten", she explained after checking.
"OK", Dexter agreed. "We'll take those."
Clerk nodded and handled them the tickets. Dexter paid in cash. They walked in cabine ten and sat on their seats.
"Last row", Debra commented. "If I am on a date, it could actually be up side."
Dexter felt his face turning red, but he said nothing.
Movie was pretty good, but nothing special. Debra liked it; it relaxed her and helped her to get her mind off job and stress.
Dexter felt pretty interferent in regarding the movie, like he was with most of the things in his life. But he really liked the atmosphere. He always liked the atmosphere in movie theatres. Dark, silence, disguise; just sitting there.
He would sometimes look around during some boring parts of the movie. His eyes would sometimes drift on Debra's face lightened by small light source coming from movie screen. He felt some strange... attraction? It was something special in a way she was looking at the movie screen, seemingly without care in the world, maybe even... happy. That made him feel good, similar the way he felt after LaGuerta's case was closed. Her face was simetrical and covered with smooth, pale skin, which was also covering her long, now crossed legs...
Wait, did he just that he considers his own sister... attractive? He quickly looked away and glued his eyes on movie screen. He thought that Debra maybe noticed that, but he didn't want to look at her to check that theory.
Luckily, movie soonly ended and lights turned back on. They headed home.
#
Dexter parked his car in the garage and walked in on front doors while Debra staid sitting in the car. He paid for babysitting, apoliigized once more to babysitter for waking her up, and then she left. Debra saw her driving away through garage window, and soonly after, he walked in through back doors.
"Well, that was fun", she commented.
"Yes", Dexter said while walking out of Harrison's room and silently closing the doors behind.
They made their ways toward the room, positioned next to each other. When they were about to go to sleep, Debra stopped, turned toward Dexter and looked him in the eyes.
Dexter shivered and felt sweat running down his forehead, but he didn't look away; he simply couldn't.
"Dexter..."
"Yes?", he asked, trying to keep his voice calm.
"Thank you. For... helping me out with LaGuerta... and... explaining me those stuff... after I... killed her", she said in low voice, gently biting her lower lip. "You... you really mean a lot to me. You are the only one who can understand me at this moment... only person with whom I can talk about anything. Thank You."
"Same here", Dexter nodded. "You're welcome."
They stood there in silence for few seconds, close enough to feel warmth of each other's breath; feeling that was sending shivers down both of their bodies...
But, of course, it didn't last for long.
"Well...", Debra said, trying to from a smile. "I guess... thank you for nice evening... and goodnight."
"You're welcome", Dexter nodded. "Goodnight."
Debra nodded and headed in her room.
She was tired, but she actually felt incredibly... good. The way she didn't feel in a very long time, till now. Who would thought that little bit of hanging out with her brother will have such an effect.
Dexter slowly walked in his room, claims the doors behind. He took of most of his clothes, remaining only in T-shirt and underwear, lay in his bed and pulled bed sheet over himself.
He was too tired to think about what happened tonight right now. He only managed to concluded one thing: nothing is ever simple in his life.
A/N: Going to see a movie together. How classy :)
I know that Dexter wasn't all Dexter-like in this chapter, but there will be one murder commited by him in next chapter-usual as always, bad guy, plastic, knife... both not Patrick, not so fast...