Hiya! So now I'll be posting more of the story which is, sadly, almost done. I makes me happy to see all the views and the few reviews I see. Enjoy the chapter!

~Lucid3762

At the police station, everything I was asked before was brought up yet again. I put on my best mask and continued the day in Dexter's office, told to stay there by Debra. I sat on the spinning chair and gave into my childish instincts. I slid around the room with the chair and spun in circles in place.

Dexter opened the door and found me spinning. I stopped, looked at his raised eyebrow, and my stupid smile dropped.

"Uh… Hi?" I started.

"What are you doing?" he asked. I didn't know how to ask so I just put my mask back on and acted embarrassed, which, in reality, I was embarrassed. I was caught being a child on a mission. I stood up out of the chair and held my hands in front of my stomach and my eyes glued to the floor. I only looked up when I heard him laugh, not a sarcastic one, it sounded genuine, that he found my activities entertaining. I laughed along with him, feeling for once, able to show a little of my true-self. It was a bad thing, but for the moment I didn't care; for the smallest moment, I felt as if my revenge meant nothing, but then I remembered why I came. Brian, he was special to me.

"I'm going to go and grab some food." I walked out of the room before stopping and re-entering, "I need money. Please?". He smiled and pulled out his wallet and handed me a ten dollar bill. I gave him a grateful smile and walked out of the precinct.

For lunch, I ate at a small mobile restaurant that served me nacho's and a nice ice cold water. As I was eating Debra came to the same restaurant and sat in the metallic chair across from me; on her plate was a large burger and water.

"Hi." she said to me with a smile.

"Hello." I replied kindly, "They serve good food here."

"Yeah," she paused, "you know he likes you right?"

"What?" I asked, partially startled.

"Dexter, he finds you similar to one of the kids he knew." she reported. I didn't say anything, I just sat there in silence. It explained so much, like how he laughed at my childlike behavior instead of be disgusted. I never tried to think with my heart, it was a dangerous move and it got Brian killed, but something inside me made me feel happiness that someone other than Brian cared about me. The emotions I felt were kept behind the mask though and Debra only saw the faintest glimmer of joy in my eyes.

"Frankly, I think that you should stay with him, or me." she suggested, "Since you got no family.". She finished her burger and water and stood, "I'm gonna head back to the precinct, think on it." she nodded to my barely touched food. I nodded and looked at my nachos; the cheese was surrounding each chip gracefully, so much was on my mind and I honestly didn't know what to think. Just a couple of minutes ago, my heart was intent on murdering Brian's killer; now, I couldn't decide what to choose, a choice I was unfamiliar with. Life or death.

Back in the precinct, Debra sat in her chair, doing research on John Summers for his portfolio of his life to aid in the investigation. Everything seemed normal, he was born to the rich millionaire Richard Summers and Eve Summers, was a nerd throughout school and into college in Harvard where he majored in Finance. He was married and had no next of kin. She read on a little more until she stopped and re-read the file. No children kept repeating in her mind. She was confused and decided to dig deeper into it. She typed in Jane Summers into the computer and got two results, a Jane D. Summers from the late 1800's and a Jannette Summers who lives in Springfield and is 50-years-old.

"Angel, get over here." Debra beckoned. When she felt Batista's presence behind her she pointed to the screen where it showed the only Jane Summers in existence. She could hear Batista swear under his breath.

"Where is she now?" he asked her.

"Last I saw her was at the shack." she reported. He nodded and left the room in a hurry. Debra realized she'd have to break the news to Dexter; the poor bastard. She knew and recognized her brother for showing limited to no emotion when around her, but this was different. Slowly, she stood from her chair and walked over to the lab door which was closed off. She raised her hand to knock hesitantly. Should she really do this? Yes. She knocked thrice on the door and saw as Dexter opened the door.

I was just about to get up and throw away my empty bowl of nacho's when Batista strolled up to me.

"Hi Sergeant Batista." I greeted him.

"Hi Jane." he said to me, elongating the false name.

"Is something wrong?"

"Nah," he reassured falsely, "We just need to ask you a few more questions."

"Have you found something on my father's case?"

"Something like that.". I nodded and he wrapped his arm around my shoulders. directed me towards the precinct, into an interrogation room, and left me alone in the dull grey room. They found out, I told myself, I was stupid and should have done better than that! I should have had a thought out plan for the backstory! Not one someone can easily refuse! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! While I raged at myself internally, the mask that was Jane Summers was still on; that was until he walked back in, Dexter.

"You're not an interrogation person, are you?" I asked. He gave me nothing but a cold stare, "What's wrong?"

"What's your name." he commanded instead of asked.

I gave a short laugh, "Jane Summers, you know this - what's going on?"

"Someone found out that the only Jane Summers in existence were a 1800's lady and 50-year-old lady in Springfield. No daughter to our murder victim." I could tell his blood was rising and he was trying to contain it, not used to showing such vast emotions. I kept up my mask better than his and just watched as he cooled down.

"What is your name?" he asked, more monotone.

"Jane Su-"

"Real name."

"Jane Summers." I said, having more of a persistent tone in my voice, "It really is.". With a defeated sigh, Dexter stood and walked out of the room. I knew he didn't actually care, Debra just misinterpreted his signals; I knew that I shouldn't believe anything the pair said; and I should have never even thought with my heart. I spent the entire day in the room, getting asked questions, being checked for DNA that was long burnt off. At the end of the day, Debra walked into the interrogation room and beckoned me to go back home. I silently walked down the precinct silently and into the elevator where we stood in silence. The car ride was awkward before Debra finally spoke up.

"Listen, I don't know who you are, but I don't think you're dangerous." she commented.

"Oh?" I kept my eyes fixed on my hands in my lap.

"Yeah, maybe you're just an orphan who wanted a home, I wouldn't blame you for trying, but - Jesus, I'm bad at girly talking."

I looked up at her and smiled gently in my mask, "You're doing pretty good on my part.". She smiled back at me and pulled into the parking lot, "Just be careful of him, don't talk much.". I nodded and stepped out of the car, "Thanks Debra.". She nodded and pulled out of the parking lot. I stepped up to his apartment and knocked on the door. He opened the door slowly and stopped when the lock pulled tight.

"Hi." I said softly. Without a word, he closed the door and I heard the click of the metal before the door opened fully to allow me in. As I walked in, I heard the door click shut behind me. I should have been aware, been wary of him like Debra warned; but I didn't realize what was going to happen until I felt the sting of a needle in my neck and the pressure of injection and finally started to feel my vision becoming hazy and blacked out.