The house was empty in the sense that there was no warmth. Not in the cracks. Not in the furniture. The house was not loved, but yet it was neither neglected, but cared for delicately until the fire had engulfed it and it left it's inhabitant astray. Now it's inhabitant has returned and once more he seems unwelcome in the house to which he has lived in for many years. Even though all his past had been burned and restored identically to the old, the owner could still remember all that had occurred in the house. A knock on his door set a reminder.

"Hi, Alex." A redhead with sly green eyes and mystical smile, she was beautiful and charming, but held something that Alex never wanted to pursue further with. She did not make him uneasy, she just made him furious.

"Hello, Rebecca." Alex said as he closed his eyes before reopening them with a sigh as she let herself in and he looked around and then closed the door.

He had no feelings for Rebecca Hamilton. They had met at the bank where she flirted with Alex and Alex obliged her in a friendly contest, but soon he learned who she was and where she stood in the town of White Pine Bay. Bob Paris was one who she had affiliated a lot with and after he had learned of this he found her dirty in sense by being touch from his childhood friend. Childhood friend's all the people of White Pine Bay were, but turned out to be the most evil of people to roam the earth from Keith Summers and Zach Shelby. Keith Summers was a piece of shit he should have gotten rid of a long time ago, but when the new owners of the Seafarer Motel came into town, he figured that Keith wouldn't have a chance, but he never guessed the new owners would be a widow and her son.

"What are you thinking about?" Rebecca huffed as she straddled Alex who was gazing at her chest, but not staring directly. He looked up to meet her eyes which were fogged with lust and her breaths were hot on his face, he blinked a few times.

"I was just thinking of when we first met." He lied, but he never found himself ever honest with Rebecca and he had notice with the passing years that she had slowly began to fall in love with him and he distanced himself from her.

"Really?" She stopped her thrusting as she was surprised to hear this.

"Yeah, I was thinking back to how you flirted with me when I was trying to make a deposit into my account." He joked, Rebecca was young and attractive it was no wonder she was popular amongst men, similar to Blair Watson, but they had bad choices in men.

"Wow, I do remember that. I thought the Sheriff was some old fat guy, but when you walked in I felt my heart flutter like a little school girl." She admitted with a chuckle and he winced slightly at making her happy over nothing. His thoughts hadn't been entirely on her, but about all that's happened just by Norma Bates moving to White Pine Bay. She was like a fire that came and burned everything she touched, but when he met her, her fire seemed to steady, but then it would rival his cool temperature. They were Hot and Cold. And they balanced each other well, but Fire and Ice can never blend, but there were moments where it would become warm, not too hot and not too cold, but warm between the two.

The house was missing warmth. Rebecca's presence did not come close to bringing that warmth, she would come and go, just like the owner, there was no warmth they would bring and the house was cold.

Romero strode around the supermarket, he walked down each isle picking ingredients for him to cook later or to stock up his fridge, he was Cuban and he craved the Latin food. He remembered his mother, she would always make his favorite food, and she would kiss his temple as he ate happily.

He walked to the checkout counter where he greeted the cashier and then looked around the other checkout counters before looking out the window and seeing the towns people walking down the streets and attending to their daily activities. Everything seemed calm, there was no fire, and he wondered why the fire had stopped or if it would come back.

He stood outside on the highway with his fellow officers where they were investigating a rough car accident where one was dead and the other being faced with murder. They stood at the scene of one car flipped over and another that was smashed into a tree and there stood a man with his brains all over the steering wheel where forensics went about grabbing the pieces. He had his hands on his belt as he strode back and forth listening to his officer who had arrived at the scene and later to the witness who had found them stranded on the road unconscious, the survivor had crashed out of his window, but unfortunately survived.

"It's alright, Ma'am. You did a good job getting us here, we'll contact his family to let them know, now there is a paramedic over there who will assist you in anything you need. Why don't you go talk to him?" Alex comforted the young woman who had found the drivers and was in shock from seeing the other driver who had been brutally discomposed. She nodded and allowed Alex to place a hand on her gently and guide her to the paramedics who took care of her and put a blanket over her and gave her some oxygen.

"Alright, wrap everything up here and I'll go to the office and contact his family." Alex said as he had walked back to the officer who had arrived on the scene first before going to his SUV and driving back to the station. He slowly passed the BATES MOTEL and his eyes lingered on Norma's window before he shook his head and continued to drive.

His office was a perfect size, a window with a view, a desk that held his name, and a room that let him know he was important. He had so many different people come in his office, he looked to the two sofa chairs in front of him where he remembered many different bodies inhabiting them. Then he remembered a certain woman with blonde short wavy hair with beautiful make up and a short black dress who tried to seduce him, but not for sex…with her it was never about that. That's what made her different.

He looked through the file on his desk and filled in important information before grabbing his telephone from the receiver and dialing the number in front of him.

"Hello." He heard an older woman's faint voice.

"Hi. I'm Sheriff Romero of White Pine Bay, Oregon. I'm calling on behalf of your husband Nathan Waters." He said calmly as he could hear the woman's breath change and she seemed alarmed.

"Did he get arrested? Is he alright?" She questioned frantically.

This was the hard part. Alex had delivered many call, many knocks, and many letters to let people know of the death of their loved ones. He received many cries, yells, and sometimes punches which in the beginning caught him off guard, but now he could dodge them. He closed his eyes and drew in a breath.

"Ma'am. I'm going to need you to take a seat somewhere. Okay?" He said comfortingly and the woman listened.

"Your husband was in a terrible car accident on his way home from his business trip in Washington, a drunk driver collided with him and he died in the crash," He closed his eyes as he heard the first sob. "I'm very sorry for your loss and the man responsible will face the punishment and be sent to prison. If you can come up her to White Pine Bay Hospital, we can let you take your husband back home and prepare whatever necessary arrangements. Okay, Ma'am?" Alex said comfortingly and he could hear the woman begin to break down before she agreed and hung up on him and Alex held the phone out in front of him before setting it back down.

He had gone into work at the station at around 5 a.m. and now he was in his SUV driving back home and the clock on the radio read 12 a.m. He squinted his eyes before opening them from exhaustion. He passed his neighbors homes before pulling onto the gravel where he got off the car and locked it behind him.

He opened his front door and locked it behind him before turning back to his home where nothing greeted him. No dog. No family. He sighed as he took off his coat on the small table by the door where he set his keys and when they missed the small bowl and fell on the floor, he reached to grab them before noticing the piano by the wall. His mother used to play when he was a kid, she'd taught him, but he'd stop playing after she died, but kept it as a memento of hers even though it wasn't the piano she used. He could hear her playing, she would sit at it and play sad songs, songs of longing, songs of sorrow, but to Alex he always found a part of her in the melodies. They rang in his ears, he could see her smile and he beautiful soft brown eyes as she watched him play the keys.

Alex sat at the piano and lifted the covering and placed his hands on the keys, his right in the C, D, E, F, G, position and his left on it as well, he remembered the letters and flats. He played a melody she'd always played for him, she would play it over and over. His father did not like her playing, but he never protested when she did and it was because a part of him found her beautiful when she played.

"That's great, Alex. You're getting so good!" He heard her say and he turned to her as a small boy with curly black hair and smile with missing teeth.

"Really, Mom?" Alex said as he played the piano before coming to a stop and shutting it.

"Am I?" He questioned as he got up from the piano and got in the shower where he later went to bed dreaming of his mother.

The coffee shop was quaint. It had an indie feel to it, the architecture was vintage and the interior was cute, the employees were young and very nice. There was a bakery with an assortment of deserts to go with your drink and Alex chose a donut. He was a simple man and he sat inside the coffee shop near the window, he liked to keep an eye on things. He was like a guard dog.

"Sheriff Bull Dog, is the town under control? No suspicious figures?" A mocking voice spoke from behind him as he turned to the speaker with a small smile.

"Other than the one asking strange questions and disrespecting the Sheriff." He said as Norma chuckled and sat in front of him at the small table, she set her small purse beside her. She wore a blue dress and a dark blue coat, blue was a color which brought out her eyes. She was smiling at him and staring at him with those innocent eyes. It made him hot.

"I'm just kidding. Although, Norman told me that there is a bulldog at the Pet Store who is named Alex and he is very grumpy." Norma mimicked his stoic face and Alex shook his head as he took a sip of his coffee.

"That's funny."

Norma began talking to him about how the Motel is doing really well when she suddenly went quiet and Alex knew that she was going to ask him for something which he probably would not like.

"Hey, Alex." She started with a girly tone and Alex just stared at her with his arms over his chest, waiting for whatever she was going to say when she noticed his posture and change in attitude.

"What's with the look?" She asked as he could hear her begin to get annoyed and the fire she carried around with her was growing hotter.

"You see, there's this thing. I uh…" He saw her hesitate and she lowered her gaze to her hands before she gave him a look of plea, her eyes began to water and he lowered his hands to his sides and was going to reach for her when-.

"Romero, what a pleasant surprise." Rebecca stood in front of them and Norma seemed to look up quickly in question as she looked to her then to Romero. Romero tsked internally as he lowered his hand from almost touching Norma's shoulder. He sat upright before clearing his throat and Rebecca knew that she had interrupted something that was important to him and it was rare for her ever get in between something he focused deeply on due to the distance he put between him and her in the past months since he moved back to his house or since a particular person moved to town.

"Rebecca, this is Norma Bates. She owns the Bates Motel." Romero said to her as he saw Norma light up and shake Rebecca's hand before she looked back to Romero.

"The old Seafarer Motel, right?" She questioned Norma as Norma nodded in reply.

"Yeah."

"I bet Keith Summers wasn't too happy about you buying the place," She said as she knew what had happened to Keith Summers and Zach Shelby and she noticed the change in Norma's face to which Alex immediately responded to.

"He died though so I guess you have nothing to worry about. Thanks to Zach Shelby, he was a handsome young man, it's a shame he had to die." Rebecca said with a smile as she noticed the two of them grow uneasy and Alex arose from his seat and grabbed Rebecca's shoulder quickly while no one noticed due to position.

"I don't know what you're doing, but you need to stop." He whispered before pulling away from her and Norma arose from her seat.

"I have to go Alex. It was nothing." She said as she quickly left and Rebecca almost smirked at the sight. She liked to be in control, Alex was such a mystery to her, he would never talk about himself or about his personal life. But when she passed by the coffee shop and seen the warmth they shared just by talking she felt a sickness engulf her and she couldn't stand to see him with her. She knew there was a dark secret between the two surrounding Keith Summer's death and Zach Shelby's and she would get to the bottom of it.

No one is going to take the man she allowed herself to fall in love with.

Norma was driving back home as she began crying, she was sobbing really hard and she pulled over where she screamed and slammed her hands on the steering wheel, she pushed her hair from her face.

"Why am I so stupid?" She sobbed as she looked at the crumbled letter beside her which was addressed to her and a small rose lay on top of it. She got off the car and began to throw up on the side of the rode. She wiped her mouth and cursed the letter. She screamed into the forest, ignoring the cars passing by her.

She grabbed the note and lit it on fire with her lighter she'd taken from Dylan.

The letter:

Dear Norma Louise,

My dearest Norma Louise Bates.

My dearest little sister.

I've missed you for so many years.

I've missed your beautiful blue eyes and your soft hair that smells of lilac.

I miss your voice. I'm coming to see you Norma. I've been looking for you for so many years, but I've finally found you.

I'm sorry for what I did to you, but it doesn't have to be like that.

I love you Norma Louise. We don't have to be afraid anymore.

Mom and Dad are dead and they left us the house.

We can live there with your sons and be a family.

No will hurt us Norma Louise.

I won't let anyone hurt you.

I know Dylan is my son and I am going to tell him since you won't.

I know you still love me Norma Louise. Even after all these years.

Just wait and you'll find me once more on your doorstep.

Sincerely,

Caleb Calhoun

She screamed in disgust as she arrived home and got in the bathtub where she locked the door behind her and cried as she pulled off her clothes, her nails raking her skin and she slid in the tub where she scrubbed off the dirt and filth he had made her feel. She loved her brother, but Dylan was NOT his and she was glad, she didn't want him to come back, he was crazy and he could not ever give her up no matter where she went. She screamed and scrubbed her hard all over herself and then submerged her whole body under the water. She remember Caleb's hands, they would grab her roughly from behind and thrust into her, she had never wanted it, from the beginning she didn't understand, but it was not a deep love that he spoke of.

That is not what she felt for him at all. She only ever thought of him as her brother, but when he wanted more and she didn't want to give it, he took it...forcefully and she quickly arose from the water and coughed water out and hugged her knees. She stood there in the tub crying, she sobbed and screamed into her body.

Romero was infuriated at Rebecca's action, he knew she hadn't caught onto the closeness between him and Norma being other than friendship, but something deeper and he sighed. Rebecca was becoming a problem, she had fallen in love with him and she was a very possessive woman who he never let on. He would just keep his distance from her, but keep a close eye on her and Norma.

He remembered Norma wanted to tell him something. He grabbed his leather jacket to go and see her, but the DEA busted into his office and he knew it was Rebecca's doing.

"Going somewhere, Sheriff?" One DEA officer questioned him as he sighed and cursed to himself, but not because the DEA, but he could feel that there was something terribly wrong and he needed to go and save Norma from whatever she was going to burn or what was going to possibly kill her fire and put her out completely.

Norma was in the kitchen preparing dinner for her, Norman, and Dylan, they were both out watching a movie together in the village and she stood home to clean up and get things ready for when they come back. She wore a black v-neck long sleeved shirt and dark pants, she had her apron tied around her waist as she had put her hair up in a messy pony tail. She was taking out some casserole from the oven when she heard a knock at the door and she froze, she didn't know what to do, but then the knocking persisted.

"Who is it?" She whispered before grabbing a baseball bat by the door Dylan had left for her just in case she doesn't have a weapon to defend herself with and since she wasn't that sharp with a gun, the bat would do.

She opened the inside door slowly before opening the exterior one quickly and stood in a battle stance ready to attack Caleb when she realized who it was.

"Hello, Norma. Can we talk? Woman to Woman." It was Rebecca with a sinister smile which Norma hadn't noticed and she put on a fake act and set the bat down.

"I thought you were my sons, we've been pulling pranks on each other the past week." She lied as she chuckled from embarrassment and set the bat down by the door once more.

They were in the kitchen, Rebecca held a beautiful cup in her hand with delicious tea, she watched Norma, Norma was nothing like her, she was a mother, she was old fashioned, but very beautiful, Rebecca couldn't deny that. She just couldn't see what Alex saw in her or why he was spending so much time with her, she'd questioned Bob, but he had replied with the "Fools in Love". She didn't believe him, but then she didn't really know Alex and if he was she wouldn't know what it would look like, but Norma had a way with him where she could get him to open up and give her genuine smiles. Rebecca was jealous.

"I'm sorry. I had to leave yesterday in a hurry." Norma said as she took a seat at the table still wearing her apron which was cute and Rebecca smiled.

"No, it's alright. I was just wondering how you know Alex?" She questioned as she notice Norma smile as glance around the room for answers.

"Well, he and Shelby came to the house to welcome us to the town. He's the Sheriff. I'm sure many people know him, like yourself." She motioned to Rebecca who was biting a bunch of words back.

"Yes, I have known him a very long time, but...you just moved here and yet he seems very drawn to you."Rebecca said trying to get Norma to react in some way, but Norma was a tough person to crack and the only person who could do that was Alex.

"He does? I haven't noticed. Trouble just seems drawn to me more than anything and I call the police to help me, so I guess it can seem that way."Norma said sounding geniune to the point where Rebecca was starting to believe there relationship to be innocent and was regretting calling the DEA on Alex when Norma smiled.

"Alex is annoying." Norma laughed and Rebecca's eyebrows shot up at Norma saying his first name. He didn't let anyone call him that, he didn't even like her saying it.

"Really?" Rebecca said surprised as Norma shook her head and sipped her own tea.

"So how long have you and Sheriff Romero known each other?"Norma asked her avoiding talking about her opinion about Alex and she knew Rebecca wasn't just his friend or a civilian who was familiar with the Sheriff. She knew Rebecca was probably sleeping with him or had been. She'd noticed it at the coffee shop, but she chose too be ignorant.

"Long. Norma, I don't know what kind of relationship you have with Alex, but you-" Rebecca was cut off by a knock at the door and Norma froze up and Rebecca noticed this, she noticed Norma looked alarmed.

"Are you expecting someone?"

"It's probably Dylan and Norman." She lied to herself and arose, she opened the door and grabbed the bat once more.

She froze up when she saw his back and his hair, she couldn't believe he was at her door with flowers, she felt sick to her stomach and she wanted to throw up. All the scrubbing and cleaning in the bathtub had been useless the pass month. She felt dirty once more and the way his eyes roamed her body, she wanted to wrap herself up and die.

"Hello, Norma Louise." She heard him say when she opened the door.

"You need to leave." She said in a whisper. She was so terrified, her mind was blank and her body numb. When he motioned towards her she slammed him in the head with the baseball bat and he fell screaming in pain.

"GET OUT OF HERE!" She shouted at him as she slammed the door and locked it up and tears ran down her face. Rebecca quickly arose to see Norma with a bloody wooden baseball bat and her terrified face.

She called the police.

Things are getting deep. You know I have a particular idea for this story, but we always need drama. I intend for this story to be long, like really long.

Anyway, fuck Rebecca, right? Anyway, she'll be very apparent for the next few chapters and Caleb will be as well. The DEA are also going to be along for the next few chapters as well. Dylan isn't Caleb's son. In this version he's not.

I think the story is starting to unfold. I should probably change the summary to the story, but I always like to write things where the reader has to think. Tell me what you guys think. I'm going to keep writing though, for the few of you who are too shy to say anything or the few of you who love the show, but are bummed out that there aren't that many stories on NORMERO.

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