The room was cold and empty, the bright lights shined down on her and she squinted as she blinked awake to find herself in a containment room. She looked around remembering it from when Zach Shelby arrested her for the murder of Keith Summer's. She looked around where everything looked blurry and she tried to get up, but fell and she could hear Norman's voice and she could make out that stupid dog in his arms.

"Norman?" She questioned as she tried to open her eyes wider, but everything was still blurry.

"What happened?" She said to herself.

"Mom?" She heard Dylan say, he sounded worried. She strode around the room grabbing at the air before touching her head which was bandaged and so was her hand.

"Dylan, we have to get her out of there." Norman said with pleading eyes as he began to become worried and clutched Juno to his chest and she whined in response.

"She attacked someone Norman, someone called the police on her and the DEA took Romero, we just have to sit tight and wait." Dylan said putting a comforting hand on Norman's shoulder who looked to his brother before back to Norma who sat back down and blinked a few more times trying to remember what had happened.

Romero stood being interrogated by the DEA and he was becoming more annoyed when a lawyer who he recognized as being one of the ones who attended Bob Paris's get togethers at the Arcanum Club, he was good at getting guilty people out of tough situation much tougher than the heat they were pouring on Alex because of Rebecca's jealousy. He didn't want to accept the lawyer's help because he knew Bob would want something in return and he most likely would not like to cover one of his messes of laundering or murder.

"I'm here to represent Sheriff Alex Romero." The short man spoke as the DEA huffed in annoyance and began to throw accusations before something caught Romero's ear.

"We know about the pot fields, Romero. You'll be charged for corruption and sent away for a long time."

"No, he won't." His newfound lawyer said as he set the suitcase down on the silver desk.

"Listen," Romero leaned forward. "If there are fields as you say, this is news to me, I have no knowledge of marijuana being grown in or out of this area." He finished as he leaned back in his chair and the two-officers looked to eachother before one of them slammed opened the door and left while the other behind the double-sided mirror let out a long-frustrated sigh and scratched her head. Romero was a tough person to crack, he cleaned up after himself well, he left not a single trace, no connections, there was not a single bit of dirt to bring him down, but yet it was there…the DEA knew it, but they had nothing to tie him to any of it. The call they got was an enemy of his who wanted to see him suffer and they knew that he would slip up eventually if someone knew such things about him.

"Listen, to me, tell Bob Paris, that he needs to take care of his rat." Romero said as he arose and they both exited the room where Romero grabbed his jacket once more and gun before one of his officers came up to him with urgent news. The station was in chaos with the DEA scum ransacking the place to criminals coming in and out and phone's ringing everywhere. It was giving him a headache to just look at and even hear, he could only hear his own breathing as he grabbed the file from his officer and walked out of the station from the back.

"Alex, why aren't you ever honest with me?" He heard Rebecca say as she stood leaning on his SUV and he huffed and looked around to see if anyone was watching them when he let out a frustrated groan stomping hard towards, but never touched her.

"Listen very closely, I'm only going to tell you this once, stay away from me. Rebecca. This little game we had is over, it's been over for a long time and you need to move on." He said harshly as he glared hard into her green eyes that were full of sarcasm, she lived to bring people down and he could not stand for it any longer. Her smile seemed to fall.

"Next time, think before calling the DEA. Bob Paris isn't too happy about this immature act you pulled. He'll be seeing you later."

She seemed alarmed and grabbed Alex by the arm which he pulled away and he heard her pleading to him.

"DEA? I didn't call them. Why would I? I have my own reasons to stay away from them. I swear to God, Alex. I didn't call them." She was crying and scratching at him as he reached to open his door when he thought for a moment.

"Then what are you doing here?" He glared at her as he felt a knowing feeling and searched her face for answers when her sobs and pleas went silent and he knew she'd done something. Something terrible.

"Why are you never honest with me?" She asked again and looked up into his eyes full of hate towards her and he looked away from her and reached to open his car door once more.

"That, bitch, Norma Bates," He froze at the name. "Are you screwing her, is that it?" She questioned him harshly as she flung her hand out in frustration. He didn't show any sign of hesitation at her words as he placed the file inside the car and looked back to her.

"Stay away from me, Rebecca or I might have to arrest you. As for Norma Bates, is a business owner here in White Pine Bay who I have worked closely with due to the murders that have damaged her investments reputation. Leave her alone, she has nothing to do with me." He said regretting the last part, but Norma wasn't really special in a sense to him, she was just a peculiarity in his life that would collide with him and confuse him. She was a fire that would burn him and he would be engulfed in it. He was the Sheriff and he didn't favorite anyone, not even Norma Bates.

"That is such horse shit." Rebecca said through gritted teeth as she let out a small laugh. "I went to see her not too long ago at her house," Alex shifted uncomfortably.

"You went to her house?"

"Yeah, I thought I'd get to know her, see why you've fallen in love with her."

"I'm not in love with anyone. This conversation is over. Go home Rebecca and stay away from me and Norma Bates." He said getting in the SUV.

"She says your annoying." Rebecca said as Alex face was stoic as he held onto the door handle and bit hard on his jaw.

"Yeah, I can be when there's been at least 4 deaths on her property and I keep showing up and ruining her image. Goodbye, Rebecca." Alex said shutting the door leaving her in the back-parking lot and driving home.

The lights were brighter this time, there were more noises, beeping sounds, and the smell of medicine and plastic. The woman lying on the bed shifted around as she strained her eyes open to see her surroundings but found it only blurry. She could hear a voice calling out to her and she strained so much to hear who it was.

"Norman?" She questioned as she tried sitting up and the pair of arms grabbed a hold of her body as she leaned onto them.

"Oh, Norman. What happened?" Norma questioned her youngest son, but he said nothing to her and she pulled away trying to strain her eyes open more to see who exactly the person was.

"Norma Louise."

Norma's eyes shot open and she pushed the body away from her and began screaming and fell off the bed pulling the I.V. out of her arm.

"Someone help ME! Nurse! Doctor! SomeONE!" She screamed and tried to crawl away when a nurse came to help her.

"Mrs. Bates, you need to calm down." A nurse said to her as she looked up to meet a black woman with kind eyes and she cried.

"He's a dangerous man. I don't want him here, call the police. He wants to kill me!" Norma pleaded to her and the nurse assured her as she rubbed her head.

"You just had a bad dream, Mother." Norman said as he looked very worried and sleep deprived, Dylan was beside him.

She looked at her two sons, she took in both of their appearances, she looked to Norman, he had brown brushed hair, soft green blue eyes and a warm smile, he was such a sweet boy, he would always follow her around and do everything for her and now he was growing into a man. She looked to Dylan who had seemed a man from the very beginning when she had him, he had always had a scowl on his face with his dirty blonde hair and scruff, but now he seemed to calm down, he had forgiven Norma and she felt as if she regained the years that she lost with him, but she loved both of them so much. When looking at them, she didn't see the men they were, but the little boys they were to her, she could see Norman's curls and big green eyes and Dylan's grumpy little face with his blonde curls as well. She began to tear up and hugged them close to her, hooking each arm around their necks.

"My babies…" She cried into their hair and kissed each of their heads as they caressed her back.

"We love you too, Mom." Dylan said looking to Norman who nodded in return as they kissed her cheeks filled with tears.

"What happened to me?" She asked looking to each of them for answers.

"Someone called the police on you, saying you attacked some man before almost attacking another bystander who called the police on you, but the police couldn't find the man you beat as he had run off." Dylan told her as she drew in a nervous breath and put her hand to her lip and looked around the room paranoid.

"So, it was real? He really did come back." She whispered as Norman and Dylan looked to eachother in question when Norman leaned down on the bed towards her.

"Who, Mother? Who came back?"

"My-My-My Br-Brother Caleb." She said through her clenched teeth as her face scrunched up and she began crying once again.

"Brother?" Dylan looked confused.

"You need to stay away from him. Don't let him in the house, he's dangerous and crazy." She said seriously as she glared at both of them and her mood turned dark and they knew she was serious.

"I need to get out of here."

Caleb had hit the floor hard, the bat barely missed his temple, but did get his jaw and cheekbone hard, she cracked a few ribs and he had been writhing on her porch in pain. He didn't think she'd react in such a way, he pictured her in her beautiful outfits, a beautiful white shirt and high waisted skirt and the glow that followed her everywhere. She looked terrified when she opened the door and she didn't hesitate hitting him before she went back in the house and he heard another woman's voice.

"Norma, what have you done?"

"He's dangerous. We need to call the police." He heard Norma say and he tried to get up, but she beat him pretty bad with the wooden bat, he was surprised it was still intact.

"Okay, we will."

He slowly got up to his feet when he peered in through the door and saw Norma turn her back to the woman and grab her phone by the desk in the hallway where her car keys were. She was dialing 911 when he saw the other woman with red hair hit her over the head with the bat and he saw Norma fall to the floor bleeding. He teared up and tried to go to her when he noticed the redhead going back inside to clean her tracks and he heard her call the police from Norma's telephone in the kitchen. He grabbed his bag and limped down the stairs before anyone could find him, he could hear her curse in the distance as he drove off.

Now he stood in a motel room, bandaging up his stomach and crack his jaw back into place before downing some liquor to take the pain away. He looked at himself in the bathroom mirror before screaming in frustration, his hand gripped both sides of the sink as his knuckles turned white and his skin went red from the anger boiling deep inside.

Norma Louise meant everything to him, she was what he greeted in the morning when the sun shined on him through the blinds of his home in Costa Rica. He could see her lying next to him with her innocent smile and her beautiful blue eyes he had never layed eyes but hers, there was no other woman he could find with the same shade. Her hair was soft and smelled good, she had a familiar smell and it would linger with whatever she would touch. He longed for her. When she left him, he missed her and searched for her, always keeping a watchful eye on her, but then she had disappeared and he couldn't find her anywhere.

He had been on a computer searching for her and he came across a website called the BATES MOTEL located near Portland, Oregon in a town known as White Pine Bay. He remembered her husband's surname was Bates and he clicked on the page and a picture of her came up with her son Norman. He had felt a heaviness in his chest as he could not believe it was really her, she had not aged a bit, she was still beautiful and she still carried a glow with her. He set out immediately to go and see her, he wouldn't let her go this time. He had convinced himself that the only reason she had left was to get away from their parents, but now that they were dead than this mean they could finally be together.

It hit him that she hated him. That the love that he thought she had for him was not as strong as the one he had for her. He slammed his fist down on the bathroom sink.

"Dammit!" He cursed.

"Norma…" He sobbed.

"I don't know what the fuck she was doing?" A tall man with a glass of scotch in hand said as he was seated on a luxurious sofa, there was a bar in the living area which was grand and large, apart from sat a similar sofa with another man who was not too happy.

"Honestly, she came to me yelling about how she was not going to lose you. Bitch has lost it honestly, I was just joking with her when she asked if I thought you were in love with the strong-willed motel owner Norma Bates." Bob Paris said taking a sip of his scotch as one leg was over the other and the Sheriffs were spread apart and leaned forward, they were both wearing suits.

"She's taken such a joke for literal information and now she's landed not just me, but you in hot water." Alex said in a serious tone as his childhood friend set his glass down and folded his hands in his lap.

"Listen, I looked into that matter. She didn't contact the DEA, she's not that crazy. Someone else did, an enemy of both me and yours. I'm taking care of it though, Alex, you have something more important to take care of." Bob Paris said with an innocent smirk, Bob Paris was a very dangerous successful man who has gotten away with so much that Alex didn't even liked to think about.

"And what might that be?" Alex asked as he cocked his head at him with a serious look when Bob Paris leaned forward in his seat spreading his legs apart.

"This crazy town and all of its inhabitants. For starters, why don't you check up on your little friend Norma Bates, I heard she was in jail while the DEA was chewing you out, but the charges against her were dropped due to insufficient evidence and the fact that it appeared that someone had rather attacked her instead of the other way around. She's not dangerous, right, Alex?"

Alex's long dark eyelashes were steady for a long moment as he took in the information Bob Paris just told him and thought back to the parking lot a week ago, where Rebecca confronted him. That's why she was at the police station, did she want to see him and her in the act, whatever act she had thought up which was not real. He remembered her and the file he set down in his car, the file was addressed to a Bates, but he didn't read into it and it was still in his car.

"That's what this town is. I clean up after all of you and make sure you stay in each of your lanes. Rebecca is barking up the wrong tree, take care of your bitches, Bob." Romero said as he arose and was getting ready to leave.

"What is the truth?" Bob asked him with the same innocent smile and his large eyes filled with curiosity.

"The truth of the matter is that I don't favorite anyone in this town, after my mother died that is the last person that I ever gave anything to and no one else. Remember that, Bob. Sheriffs can't play love and war at the same time." He said as he waved to Bob and went home. Bob merely shrugged and sat in comfortable silence.

Another month had passed and it was November, the house was decorated with an assortment of Thanksgiving theme decorations. Norma wore seasonal colors, her blouse was a warm orange and her skirt was black with a yellow belt, she had a cute head band as she vacuumed the living room with a smile. Norman was in the kitchen helping out washing the dishes and drying them before putting them in the cupboards, he was listening to classical music through his white earphones with Juno beside him on the floor following him back and forth. He wore a seasonal black shirt and brown khakis with converse, his hair was combed neatly and his coat was hung near the door. Dylan was in the back-fighting weeds and chopping wood, the house was peaceful and warm as they were planning on restoring it with the extra funds left over from the profits they earned in the pass year.

Dylan was piling wood in a neat stack at the side of the house near the back door, he stacked them all on top of eachother neatly, and grabbed the weeds and dead grass he cut into bags, he had taken off his sleeved shirt and was in his undershirt which was stained with sweat. He wiped his mouth of sweat before wiping his head when a girl with light brown wavy locks appeared in front of him with fresh water.

"Hey, Emma." He greeted breathlessly as he grabbed the glass from the small tray she brought out and he took a break on the small bench in the back. Emma sat beside him, her hair was braided and she wore a yellow sweater with red pants and her oxygen tank beside her.

"Hey, Dylan. Norma told me you guys are trying to restore the house." She said with a runny nose, she always sounded sick, but Dylan had gotten used to it and had grown close to her recently from hanging around Norman more. The Marijuana business was thriving to the point where he was planning on opening his own small farm on his own little property, legally though. He always wanted his own place, a beautiful little wooden home with a view of the larges lakes and ocean and mountains. The air was awesome in Oregon versus Arizona when he grew up there with Norma and her second husband who had been really abusive. He remembered the air being really hot and thick, but it was nothing compared to Oregon and he wondered if Emma could smell it, real air.

"Hey, Emma…"

"Yes, Dylan." She looked to him in question with her large brown eyes, they were full of innocent curiosity and lit up whenever he spoke to her.

"Can you, well, I don't know if this is a rude question, but," He was stuttering over his own words as he didn't want to offend her, but she seemed to smile at his struggle and he could see her cute dimples forming.

"Can you-."

"Dylan! Come in, I made lunch." Norma yelled as she slammed opened the back door where she didn't see Dylan anywhere until she turned around the corner to the side of the house where Dylan sat with Emma drinking fresh water with lemon in it. He had cooled down, but he'd noticed his mom with a certain crazy smile and seeing the both of them sitting together.

"Mom?" He stared back at her and Emma arose.

"I just gave him some water, he looked like he was getting tired." Emma said with a sweet smile as she held onto her own glass and grabbed his.

"Why don't you join us for lunch too, Emma?" She said happily as she guided Emma inside the house wrapping an arm around her and shooting Dylan a sparkle in her eye which he rolled his eyes at. Emma was in high school, what the hell was Norma conspiring?

They went inside and were greeted by a table with neat made club sandwiches and potato chips and freshly made strawberry lemonade which Norman had prepare for them, the strawberry smeared across the apron and on his hands. Norman smiled at the both of them as Dylan went upstairs to get a fresh shirt and Emma went to sit near Norman, Norma sat on the opposite side. Dylan arrived back and sat opposite of Emma and they began eating. The house had been flipped, they'd been cleaning like crazy and sorting things out that were important and nonimportant, they were organizing everything neatly, but the furniture stayed.

Emma remembered the house, but never like this, she would pass by it and grimace, it looked haunted from the outside and she never dared to even know how it looked on the inside. When Norma came, and let her in, there was a change, the house no longer seemed frightening, on the outside it still kind of did, but Dylan had cut the grass and mowed the lawn and put some shrubs in the ground and Norma had ordered some flowers to grow. The house was beginning to look friendly, much more than the home had ever been, even when it was first built.

"You really bring a glow in this house, Norma." Emma found herself saying as Norma was chewing a piece of her sandwich. She smiled sweetly at Emma after rinsing her mouth with the strawberry lemonade.

"Thank you, Emma. People have always told me that, when I was pregnant with Norman and Dylan people would say I just oozed with the motherhood glow. I guess it never left me." Norma said as Dylan and Norman looked at eachother and noticed Emma and Norma begin to talk about girl things which made them slightly uncomfortable when she started mentioning embarrassing stories of them as little boys and the bubble baths they shared. Emma burst out laughing before she started coughing a bit.

"You guys would have bubble baths together? That is so cute." Emma cooed as she clutched her hands to her chest and Dylan let out a small chuckle as Norman tried denying it.

"We were just kids and Mother thought it be better to kill two birds with one stone."

"Oh, they loved it! They would play with their little battleship boats and blow bubbles at eachother." Norma said with the glass of lemonade to her lips as she pointed to both them as Emma began to laugh harder which she apologized for and Norma began laughing too into the drink which she coughed all over herself.

"Mom." Dylan said with a smirk as he found it amusing to hear them laughing and Norman just wore a dumb smile at seeing their laughing fit.

"I even have pictures. They were such cute little boys." Norma was getting up before Dylan stood up.

"Okay, Mom. Let's not do that."

Norma laughed and whispered a dick joke to him which he just gave her a look of shock and she laughed before the doorbell rang and she went to answer it.

"Hello?" She said mid laugh.

"Norma."

"Romero?" She was taken aback as she let him in quickly and gave him a quick hug.

"Here come in, were just having lunch. Join us." She insisted as she had already started pulling off his coat.

"I heard about what happened." Romero said suddenly and Norma stiffened as she folded his leather jacket neatly in her arms.

"In the coffee shop, I wanted to tell you-." Another knock interrupted them, Romero opened it to find a man with a scared cheekbone and bloodshot eyes, he had blond hair with grey shirt and thin jacket and a letter with a flower. Norma's eyes widened and she gripped Alex's hand.

"Norma Louise?" Caleb looked to her with guilty eyes and she looked at him with eyes full of tears and her mouth reddening readying to grow red with tears and fear. It was shame that radiated over her body every time she seen him, it made her feel dirty, but Alex was here and she felt…safe.

"Who are you?" Alex questioned with an eyebrow and a serious tone as he had felt Norma grip his hand hard and she was shaking.

"I'm her brother, Caleb."

Things are really getting intense. The whole DEA and criminal activities I'm not very familiar with or know how to describe so I'll go more into depth with that in later chapters. So, Caleb has made his appearance, but he's delusional...sort of.

I feel that Bob Paris and Romero seem like good friends in a sense that they understand where each other stand and they both respect each others ground so Bob will be slightly different, we'll be seeing him later though. There is like so much foreshadowing I've been putting like I'm not even going to say anything, but um the story is going to go a good direction so.

Things are gonna go crazy next chapter. So Norma's lived in White Pine Bay for almost 2 years, I know I don't know where my timeline is, but let's roll with it.

Next Chapter: Brotherly Love Vs. The Sheriff of White Pine Bay