"I think LaGuerta wants to sleep with me." Debra choked on the mouthful of beer she was in the middle of drinking. In hindsight that probably wasn't the best moment to make that comment. But he has been wanting to talk about this for a while he just never really knew how to bring it up.

Besides he isn't one hundred percent certain. Well, he is but he has always been bad at reading social cues. Debra normally has to be the one to point out when someone is flirting with him much to her amusement and his embarrassment.

Hell, it took a few months for him to realise Deb was flirting with him until she came right out and said to him one night. Another funny memory Debra likes to tease him with.

Having regained air flow Debra glares at him. "Jesus fucking Christ Dex are you trying to kill me."

He barely manages to hold back a smile. "Not at the moment."

Deb rolls her eyes taking a more cautious sip while shoving him slightly. "Well, you almost fucking did." She replies causally before her eyes widen as if just realising something. "Wait what do you mean you think LaGuerta wants to sleep with you." Debra actually jumps up from the sofa.

Suddenly feeling like he's under investigation he shrugs and leans further back into the sofa. "I don't know. It's just the vibe I get from her sometimes. And she winks at me a lot. Is very touchy. And compliments me a lot. That's not normal, is it. I could be wrong. I just... sometimes I feel uncomfortable about that."

Maybe he's got it wrong. Maybe she's just being friendly and he's misreading everything. Hopefully, Debra can shed some light on the situation.

"No Dexter." Debra sighs. "That is not fucking normal. That's LaGuerta is coming on to you Dex."

Oh, good so he was right about that. That's good... Wait... No, it's not... Shit, what does he do now. How can he nicely reject his boss without getting fired. "Ok... What do I do."

Debra looks at him momentarily, thinking something before a devilish smirk appears on her face. She drops down onto his lap and kisses him. "Don't worry about it. I'll deal with LaGuerta for you."

Now that would make things easier, but he knows Deb better than anyone. "Why do I suddenly feel scared."

"Because you know me so well." Well, that doesn't fill him with much confidence.

Cautiously he tries to warn her about going full Debra Morgan on his boss. "Be careful Deb. You want into homicide. The last thing you need is to piss the Lieutenant off." That would be a sure thing way of getting backlisted from the department. And he knows it's her dream to become a homicide Detective like her father was.

She shuts him up be kissing him again. "It's that or she's going to keep coming on to you and making you feel uncomfortable. Trust me."

He isn't sure what Debra has in mind but an excited feeling of anticipation bubbles within him throughout the day. She said she would pop up to see him before the two of them head out for lunch and he knows that when plans on doing... whatever it is she is going to do.

He had tried asking what her mastermind plan was but she kept telling him not to worry about it.

The minutes tick away counting down the time to her arrival. He is in the bullpen talking to Angel about his latest case. Doakes, Masuka and LaGuerta are talking nearby and he can see the looks she keeps throwing at him.

He's just about to retreat back into this lab when he hears her. "Hey babe." Debra greets smiling brightly at him. And he instantly feels relieved. And amused. This is the first time she's called him babe, but he knows that just to get the point across.

It seems that everyone around them has quietened in order to see how this plays out. Which is weird. Why would anyone else care. "Hey, beautiful." He instantly winces inside. Yeah, that feels weird to say. Not that Debra isn't beautiful. She is. Really really beautiful something he has said to her a thousand times before never failing to earn a blush and a fuck off from her. It just isn't the cute nickname for her from him. He'll stick to Deb from now on.

He could see the amusement shining in her eyes as if she if felt his embarrassment and knew he instantly regretted saying that. He leans towards her, and she wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him. In front of everyone. In front of LaGuerta.

Oh, so that was the plan. Stake her claim on him. Nice and simple. He doesn't know why he imagined her doing something crazy like storming into his lieutenant's office and ripping her a new one. It would have been fun to watch but really bad for both their careers.

Pulling away from the kiss he notices Debra's eyes stray away from him to something over his shoulder. He doesn't dare turn around to see the expressions his co-workers might be wearing. But he can guess who Debra is glaring at with such venom that if it was him he would be looking for the quickest exit.

She softens when she looks back at him. "Lunch."

"Yeah, just let me grab my bag." He gives her a quick kiss before darting off to grab his bag. When he comes back out of his office LaGuerta and Debra are staring each other down but Debra has that smirk on her face she wears once she realises she won something. He feels a bit flattered to be considered a prize.

Angel and Vince are watching in great amusement while Doakes looks like he would rather be anywhere else in the world right now. He knows the former two will hound him for details when he returns from lunch but that's a later issue. Debra made it clear to LaGuerta that he isn't available and that's good enough for him to have endure bro talk. Or whatever it is Angel and Vince call it.

Taking hold of Debra's hand he leads the two of them out of the precinct. "I don't know why but I expected more."

Debra groans. "Trust me I fucking wanted to but that would give her a reason to keep me out of homicide. Fucking bitch." She mutters that last bit under her breath. "But at least this means she can't touch either of us." That's the hope anyways.

"Do you think she will back off now." He really hopes she will. That everything will go back to being normal. And LaGuerta won't be on his ass over this.

"If she any honour yes." Well, that is reassuring. "If not... Then I guess I will have to up my game." Well, that's less reassuring.