Despite living with those urges his whole life, Dexter still wasn't sure how, when and why his urge to kill shows up again after being unactive for days, weeks, or even months. He, however, knew that it doesn't happen out of blue, in monent, just like that. It happens slowly, usually in period of couple of days.

He felt first signs day after he saw that movie with Debra. Nothing serious atfirsrzt. He was thinking about that, blood and killing more often and intense than usual; started remembering his previous "projects"; his senses becoming more intense, etc. Then it started getting more and more intense till, about five days after seeing that movie, while having breakfast, he decided: he needs to kill someone.

His job wasn't helping him either. Everybody were busy with investigating serial killers case, bit he didn't have much to do, not enough to keep him distracted; there was no many murders, even less bloody ones he is assigned for. If it wasn't for Harrison and now regular post-job chats with Debra, it would, without a doubt, escalate even sooner.

He started preparing himself for that very day. After lunch break, he started studyng cold case files, and he continued doing so whenever he had time. It took him two days, but he managed to found his next victim.

On 1st June 2010, thirty year old Richard Blake drove in Miami City Hospital in his car. He was wounded in right arm. He said that he and his younger sister, twenty eight year old Natalie, were walking down the beach two miles away when masked man approached them, pointed the gun and them and asked for the money. Natalie tried to took out wallet from right pocket of her shorts but she accidently took out her cellphone. Man shoot her once in right wrist and once in head, then shoot him in the arm. He apparently ran out of bullets so he ran away. Richard ran after him but man hopped in black SUV and drove away. Richard then hopped in his car and drove to hospital. Police found Natalie on the beach, dead due to severe injuries caused by gunshot wounds. Three types of usable shoe prints leading toward the beach and awaywere found: one type matched to sandals which Natalie was wearing, other matched to sneakers Richard was wearing, and third was unidentifeid. Richard's shoe prints were followed by traces of his blood. Police found .38 calibar Smith&Wesson gun in glove compartment of Richard's car. He claimed he ove it for self-defense, but decided not to carry it with him during walk. Type of gun and calibar matched wearin used to shoot Natalie. Chemical component of bullets found in gun matched to bullets found in Natalie's body. Four bullets were missing from the gun. Balistic experts confirmed that gun recently fired. However, marks on bullets found in Natalie's body didn't match to Richard's gun, and since his gun was revolver, there was no shell casings on the crime scene. However, on screwdriver found in glove compartment, forensics found traces of gun oil and gunshot residue that matched to Richard's gun, that he may use it to change marks on gun barrel. Only his fingerprints were on screwdriver and gun, DNA found on gun also matched to him, and grey fiber found on the gun matched to grey shorts he was wearing, and traces of gun oil (that matched to Richard's gun) were found inside it's right pocket; pointing on conclusion that he had gun hidden in his shorts. There was no gunshot residue on his hands or face, but forensics found towel in trash can near place where Richard car was parked. Gunshot residue was found on it. Prosecution claimed Richard used it to wipe away traces of gunshot residue from his hands and face, but DNA testing of biological samples found on towel prooved inconclusive since towel was found in pile of trash. Also, third type of usable shoe prints found on the beach wasn't linked with neither Richard or Natalie (although prosecution claimed they could simply be left by another pass-byer who was walking down the beach prior to the murder. He had gambling problems and had five hundred thousand dolars insurance policy on her. Forensics who examined his computer found out that he was doing researches about gunshot wounds, blood lost and balistics only week prior to the murder, but hard-drive and it's copy burned in accidental fire in evidence room day after. He was never charged for Natalie's murder and case remained unsolved.

Dexter wrote down Richard's last known adress in his notebook just as lunch break officialy ended. He quickly got back on work. Soonly after, Debra informed him that they need him at Maple Street 45. Crime: homicide.

Murder happened in two store house near coast, in living room. Victim was lying face up on the floor, dead, in pool of blood. Old man wearing white shirt, black pants and black shoes, his body covered with bruises, his face bashed almost beyond recognition. Few bloody blunt objects on the floor. Whole room a mess.

"Neil Davis, seventy two", Debra explained. "Retired school teacher. Lived her for forty years. Neighbours heard noise and screams at one pm and called the police. They found... this."

Dexter nodded, moved closer to body and started studying it and blood splatters, and putting forensic tags here and there and photographing body and blood splatters from various corners. He found it quite hard to concentrate now when his murdeous urges started growing-shivers were going down his body, his heart was beating fast and his throat was dry-but he managed to keep his cool, as always.

"Judging by the blood splatters, it seems he was hit multiple times with blunt objects", Dexter concluded. "Possibly those left around. Multiple weapons, bloody shoe prints of different sizes all around, bloody fingerprints and palm prints... there were more than one killer. Pretty messy murder. Maybe victim interupted burgulary or something."

"If that is so, it won't be hard to catch them", Debra said.

"Fly screen on back side of the house was pulled out it's frame", Batista explained. "Fresh shoe prints in the ground under it. They probably came in through it. Few things are missing. Some cash, jewerly, few credit cards, DVD... Apparently, enough for 1st degree murder."

"I would say that two persons were hitting him", Dexter concluded. "One about 5'9-5'11 tall, other about 5'4-5'5 tall. I can't tell for sure were they right handed, left handed or combination or two... I will be able to tell more after I look into this further in the lab."

#

Although Debra now knew all about his "hoby", Dexter still felt pretty uncomfortable about idea of her knowing that he is doing it and when. So, that day, after work and his usual post-job talk with Debra, he got ready to leave and came up with excuse.

"Debra, can you look after Harrison, please? I need to go to mechanic because of my car", he said, trying to sound convincing. "I'll be back in few hours."

She gave him suspicious look, but after few seconds she simply said:

"OK."

Dexter nodded and ran toward his car.

#

He was satisfeid when he saw that Richard is still living in his old house. For two hours he was sitting in his car, paroled next to Richard's house, watching him.

He learned that Brian comes home after work at six pm and does nothing pretty much whole day. He is living with his girlfriend, but he is sure that won't be the problem.

Guy obviously has no remorse, no remorse what so ever. Hypocritical to conclude, but still...

Parking lot where he parks his car is four feet away from his house. Enough of a distance for safe abduction.

Then he drove to a beach were Natalie was murdered, and was satisfeid to found abonded beach house half mile away.

Dexter arrived back home close to eight pm. He found Debra sitting on couch in living room, watching TV.

"Hi", he said, trying not to make an eye contact.

"Hi", Debra responded, her eyes still focused on TV.

Dexter used the toilet, then walked in living room and sat on couch, next to Debra.

"Harrison is asleep?", he asked.

"For about half an hour now."

Dexter nodded his head.

They were sitting like that in silence for almost a minute, until Debra asked:

"So... you found out all you need about your next... project?"

Dexter frowned upon hearing that. He quickly started thinking what should he say next, but he couldn't come up with anything smart or convincing. Finally, he tried to say something.

"Debra..."

"Really Dexter", Debra cuted him off, "you don't need to lie to me. I already know everything. Just... leave when you get that... urge."

"Sure", Dexter said under his breath, still unsure about should he admit what was he really doing. She sounded fine with it, but he felt that maybe she is still having problems accepting that, but she doesn't want to show it.

"What are you watching?", Dexter asked after short silence, in order to change the subject.

"Show about planting bonsai trees in trunk of your car."

Dexter glared at her.

"I know", she said. "And saddest thing is, it's the best thing on TV right now."

#

Patrick walked toward backyard of the suburban house, yellow rubber gloves over his hands. He looked around, hid black plastic trash bag behind dumpster on the street in front of it, and quickly ran away.

#

Next day, after work, Dexter could barely wait to finally get that over it. At about 4:30 pm, he told Debra to look after Harrison and quickly drove off, trying to avoid any awkward conversation. Now, his car is parked near Richard's parking spot, it's trunk doors are opened, trunk is covered with plastic from inside, and he is patiently hiding near by, waiting for him, with latex gloves over his hand, holding wire in his hands.

Finally, Richard parked his car, locked it, put key in right pocket of his pants, and started walking toward his house. As soon as he walked toward opened trunk of Dexter's car, Dexter sneaked up behind him and wrapped wire around his neck.

Richard tried to fight back, but he didn't stand a chance. He tried to scream, but pressure was too big. Afrer barely half a minute, he passed out. Dexter stuffs his body and wire in trunk of his car, closed it, locked it, hopped on drivers seat, put on the seat belt, turned on the car, and drove off.

Less than an hour later, Richard was lying on the table in that beach house, wrapped in plastic. Whole house was covered with protective plastic from inside. Framed photograph of his sister was on the small cupboard near by. Knife was also on it. Dexter was sitting on the chair near by, latex gloves over his hands, black over his clothes.

Finally, Richard started regaining concisnousess. Dexter grabbed the knife and walked toward him.

"Where... where am I?", Richard asked, looking around in desperate atempt to notice something that would help him to conclude where is he.

"I thought you would recognize this place", Dexter said, firmly. "It's just half mile away from place where you killed your sister.

Look on Richard's face made it all even more clear to Dexter. He smirked.

"W-ehat?", Richard asked, trying to sound innocent. "I... I didn't kill her... They..."

"They couldn't proove it. But we both now that you did. You ruled her here and shoot her death-your own sister-because of five hundred thousand dolars. You even shoot yourself in order to make it seem like mugging gone wrong."

"B-believe me... I regret because of that every day..."

"No, you don't. Did you ever visit her grave after funeral? You continued living in house where you used to live together. I bet you spend all of her life insurance money, didn't you?"

"N-not all. I still have something left. Maybe we could..."

Those were his last words, because Dexter stabbed him in the heart, killing him. Although he loved giving "lecture" to his victims before killing them, his urge to kill was stronger. And he didn't like all that pathetic rambling.

When he saw the blood, saw life disappearing from Richard's body, so clear he could almost feel it, he felt his urge reaching it's highest point, till it finally went away, leaving him satisfeid at least. So much work for such little release, but still, he couldn't resist it, as always.

He sat back to take a small rest before getting rid of the body and evidences.

Really, what makes people capable to kill their family members? Sure, he killed his brother, but in self defense. He also killed lots of other people, but nobody that close to him.

He would usualy eliminate people who found out that he is the serial killer, but not Debra. If he can'to feel emotions, why did he care-and cares-so much about her. Could he feel emotions if he tries really hard or he simply can feel something like that toward... special, worth people in his life?

Although he works with blood and murder cases for years, he commited lots of murders and just killed another person, thought that in some situation he could actually kill Debra caused him to feel large... discomfort.

Probably first time in his life that he felt uncomfortable about possibility of commiting murder. Weird. Like he only wants to think about her in good way. Weird.

He shook his head and decided not to think about that. He took a chainsaw and got on work.

A/N: I wrote that Dexter's point of viwe about murders at the end to show, in Dexter-like way, that Dexter cares about Debra and all. Then I realized some of you may think he is going to kill her. Don't worry, that is not going to happen.

Murder Richard commited is partially inspired by real-life story, but it is fictional.

I know, I know... six chapters and over twelve thousand words and still nothing happens... I know that it is good to keep it slow sometimes, especially when it comes to such complicated and forbidden relationship, but I know you are probably very annoyed by now... but something important will happen soon... and there will be more Patrick... but you have to wait longer for Debster smut, sorry:(