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Debra Morgan replayed her moment with Danielle's picture over and over again, unsure of how to deal with her new discovery. Did Quinn really have a sister? Why would he keep something like that from her? He knew about Dexter and how she didn't consider him anything less than family even if he wasn't biologically related to her; for fuck's sake, she even opened up about her parents' deaths to him! She risked opening up closed wounds to show him he was important to her, yet he never mentioned anything about having a sister? Now that she thought about it, in the months they'd been fucking, she knew absolutely nothing about his family. Up until the day of that interview with Danielle, she wasn't sure he even had any family, other than the uncle who'd given him his apartment.

Beep, beep, beep.

Hey, just checkin up on you. Call me when you get this. –Quinn. Another goddamn text! That was the third one today. "Jesus, Mary, mother of fuck, what part of 'I don't want to talk about it' do you not understand?!"

"Deb?"

She sighed in relief, thankful that if anyone were to catch her being a crazy shit-tard yelling at her phone in the middle of the department, it was her brother.

"You really need to stop doing that."

"Are you okay?" he asked, ignoring her previous words.

"Of course I am," she attempted to lie, but he saw through it, like he always did.

"Okay," he shrugged, heading back to the lab.

That always got her. His seeming nonchalance that followed an expression of concern was reverse psychology at its best, even if Dexter was seemingly unaware aware of it.

"Can we talk?" she followed him to his lab, closing the door and standing against it.

"Can it wait? I'm kinda strapped here…"

"No, it can't fucking wait," she moved to stand in front of his monitor. "I'm about to lose it here..."

"Deb…"

"Have you ever found out something about someone that you didn't mean to find out …?" she decided to start. Ha! Now you have to talk to me.

"Like what?" he asked impatiently, glancing anxiously at the monitor and back at his sister.

"Something that they didn't necessarily lie about, but kinda changes the way you look at them?"

"Deb, I don't have time for this, LaGuerta wants a report on her desk in less than an hour," he groaned. And I need to find Madison Murphy before Miami Metro does. She could be the key to finding the other four men Lumen talked about. "Why don't you ask Quinn?"

"Because it's about him!" she cried, bringing both hands to her head.

"Oh," he raised his eyebrows. "Good or bad?"

"Quinn has a little sister," she blurted out before she could build up to it. God that felt good to get off her chest. She'd been avoiding Quinn, unable to face him with her newfound knowledge. What was so bad about his sister that he couldn't even mention her?

"Really?" Dexter was genuinely surprised, and that didn't happen often. Aside from the few times he'd stumble upon something unexpected about his potential kill victims and the day he'd come home to Rita having been murdered in the bathtub, Dexter Morgan was a difficult person to shock.

"That girl Batista and I interviewed after we found Madison's blood at Boyd Fowler's house," she reminded him. When Dexter greeted her with a blank look, she waved her hand slightly. "Madison's roommate?"

"Right," he nodded, remembering.

"While Batista and I were waiting for her, I saw this picture on her desk. It was this picture of her from when she was little, and Quinn was in it. He must have been – shit, I don't know – eighteen? Nineteen?"

"So what are you going to do about it?"

"Fuck, Dex, if I knew, would I be standing here?" she answered incredulously.

"You'll figure it out. You always do," he assured her. "But I'd try the direct approach."

"You're right," she exhaled. "No better way to do it. Thanks, bro. I'll stop bothering you now." She patted him on the shoulder with a smile, satisfied with her brother's advice. Now she had to actually do it.

The drive to Quinn's apartment was the most agonizing ten minutes she'd ever spent behind the wheel, and with all the stressful cases she'd worked on, that was saying something. She knew in her heart it was true, but she had to hear it from him. It was a tricky situation, she knew, but his reason for keeping something as mundane as having a sibling a secret had better be damn good.

The closer she got to his apartment, the more her legs suddenly stiffened, as though they were fighting tooth and nail for her to not go to his apartment. She'd learned in the past that some things were better off left alone; case in point when she'd discovered that the Ice Truck Killer was Dexter's biological brother (as if that event wasn't traumatizing enough already). But as much as she hated to admit, she cared about Quinn, and she certainly wasn't about to let this one go. Direct approach, she mentally repeated her brother's advice as she hesitantly knocked on his door. Direct fucking approach. Just like Dexter said.

"Deb," Joey Quinn greeted her, temporarily surprised before he leaned in to kiss her, which she resisted, much to his disappointment.

"Can I come in?" she took a slightly step back, avoiding his gaze.

"Ya don't have to ask," he held the door open for her, puzzled by her slow, deliberate movements. Was she mad at him? Was it something he'd said?

Quinn watched confusedly as she bounced up and down on the balls of her feet with her arms crossed, as though she were…nervous. But there wasn't anything to be nervous about, he thought, so what was it?

"Are ya gonna say somethin', or are ya just gonna stand there?" That came out harsher than he'd intended, but he'd just kicked Stan Liddy out of his apartment after he'd pushed him too far, and he was in no patient mood. She had avoided him for two weeks for reasons he couldn't fathom, not answering her phone, and not even returning his texts. To top it all off, the moment she did finally show up, she couldn't say anything. Debra Morgan was one confusing woman, yet somehow he was falling head over heels for her.

After a few seconds, she stopped bouncing, but still didn't answer.

"Hey. Deb, talk to me," he went over and gently stroked her face. "You know you can talk to me. What's goin' on?"

Come on, Deb, she thought fiercely. The moment of truth. Just cut to it. Be direct. After several deep breaths, she finally pulled herself together. "In the fuck ton of time we've spent together," she began slowly, "after I've pushed myself so damn hard to open up to you, you couldn't tell me once that you have a sister. And I want to know why."

And I present to you, Quinn's first present-day appearance! And the first chapter mostly from Deb's point of view! I hope I did her justice; she's by far my favorite Dexter character (aside from Dexter himself of course)! Sorry, no steamy Quinn/Debra scene yet; I felt this was necessary first. I've had several situations in mind as to how the subject of Quinn having a sister comes up, and after the last chapter, this one seemed the most fitting. This chapter and the next are actually one big chapter that I split into two because I didn't want to make it too long, so you should see the next one very soon. Thanks for reading!