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Summary: Dexter trudges through the work day curious about what Debra could have possibly called him to her apartment for, and it is nothing like what he was expecting.
Part 11
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Work went as it always did for Dexter, he got called to a crime scene and went about it as he does with every crime scene before this one. It was a monotonous process that Dexter’s body seamlessly fell into, and his work there was done before he knew it. When he returned to the station, he was quick to type up his analysis and pass it on, and the rest of the day continued as normal. The only thing out of the ordinary was Deb’s absence, Dexter didn’t fret over it. He knew people took days off, and with how wound up she had been lately he figured she needed it. Dexter assumed she had called him over so she could talk about whatever was bothering her. It must not be urgent, as it could wait until later today. So he felt no need to worry as he stepped into the elevator and rode it down to the first floor, when the doors opened it was busy as always. The officers at the front were doing their best to manage the disgruntled civilians venting their woes and troubles to them, Dexter barely gave it more than a passing glance as he pushed open the front door. As he stepped outside the sun shone down warmly onto his skin and Dexter just stood there for a moment with his hands down at his side looking up at the sky. The sun was bright and obscured his vision and he looked away, though as he walked to his car he wondered how he had never noticed how beautiful the sky looked. Sure he had seen it a million times before but something felt different about it today, he couldn’t put a finger on why though. So he shook away the thought and started to drive, traffic was as unpleasant as always but in a matter of time he arrived at Debra’s apartment. An empty balcony caught his eye when he stepped out of the car. There was just one chair and a few plants, for a moment he wondered about the person who lived there. Clearly, they lived alone with plants possibly being their only company, he wondered how they felt or what it was like for them to feel emotions.
Dexter sighed and finally got out of the car, he entered the building and climbed the stairs to the second floor. It was quiet in the building minus the sound of his shoes lightly tapping against the floor, eventually, he stood outside her apartment and went to knock but was surprised when it creaked open at his touch. He shrugged it off and stepped inside, and he was met with two pairs of eyes on him. One belonged to Rita, the other to an unknown woman, and with a glance Deb was nowhere to be seen. Before he could even get his bearings on the situation the unknown woman spoke with a gentle smile on her face.
“Glad to have you finally join us Mr. Morgan, your wife and I were just getting to know each other and getting her perspective on things. Now that you’re here we can go over yours.”
“Excuse me, did you say my wife? We aren’t married, Rita, what is this?” Dexter was puzzled as he tentatively stepped forward.
“I’m sorry I was under the impression you two were married, I’m just here to do couples counseling. I primarily work with married couples. I’m Elizabeth Henders, nice to meet you Mr. Morgan.”
“I really feel like we can work things out, I hate that we’re not talking like we used to Dexter.”
“Yes, let’s get into that. Rita and I talked about your affair, let’s talk about everything that happened leading up to it.”
The counselor seemed genuine and Rita looked sincere, but this had to be some elaborate joke Rita and Deb were playing on him. Admittedly there were a lot of things Rita and Dexter needed to work through or figure out but a couple's counseling was not how he imagined they would go about it. Not to mention therapy wasn’t exactly something he wanted to do, this entire situation felt wrong. Dexter felt sick as his stomach twisted and turned inside him, and he didn’t know why. Dexter was realizing he didn’t know a lot of things, what it was like to feel, how to have a normal relationship, how to have a normal friendship, or how to not give in to the murderous urges that controlled him. He had no idea how to do these things, and with the dozens of other things going on in his life right now he did not need this. Dexter never expected Rita to do something like this, he thought it was out of character for her but when he thought back on your words it clearly was something you would’ve expected. He wondered how you could have a dark side like him but you could feel everything he couldn’t, or see things he missed. He wondered what was so different about the two of you that you were gifted things he lacked, Dexter's head ached from all the thoughts floating through his head. He couldn’t bear to stay in the same room as these two women any longer.
“I am not doing this, I believed you were better than something like this Rita.”
Dexter left before hearing a response and he went to sit in his car, he nursed his aching head but the pain just didn’t seem to go away. He leaned back in his seat and looked out the window, he spotted that balcony again. That very lonely balcony, did they feel lonely? Or was Dexter just making a complete assumption about their life based on the small portion of what he could see of it? As if the world was answering his questions the owner stepped out onto the balcony to water the plants, an older woman with greying hair and wrinkles to match. At first Dexter thought he had been correct in his assumption, but then an older woman stepped into the doorway smiling as they spoke. After the woman watered the plants they kissed before going back inside, Dexter had been wrong. He sat and thought about that for a moment, why had he jumped to such a conclusion without all the facts? He knew better than to assume anything, assuming isn’t knowing, and without guarantees, it left too many changing variables. Dexter was normally very precise and composed but lately he hasn’t felt like was, he’d been sloppy and unfocused. Why had he been so out of sorts lately, he hated to admit that he hadn’t been at his best. That he could have and should be more careful, more intentional with everything he does. But then the thought crossed his mind, was he wrong? Wrong about everything, about his dark passenger, about who and what he was, wrong about how he should do things and interact with people, was he wrong about everything he knew? If he truly thought about it he was only living life the way Harry had told him to, he never questioned anything he’d been told. So what if everything he knew was wrong? The way he thinks, what he does, how he does it, what he’s been told, everything that’s made him into who and what he is now. Was Dexter living a lie, is his reality a lie?
A hand slammed onto the window of his car, Dexter jumped and turned to his left. There Rita was on the other side, tears streaming down her furious face, hesitantly he opened the door and started to get out. Rita gave him the space and crossed her arms, Dexter wasn’t sure what to expect. There were a million things Rita could say, but truthfully he wasn’t in the mood to deal with this. His head still ached and his stomach was in knots, not to mention he was questioning his entire reality. It was hard to think that his reality was what he thought it was when Rita was acting so different, maybe it was the pregnancy hormones and this was just a temporary personality change. Or was she always like this, Dexter couldn’t get his mind right fast enough to even bother to figure any of it out. Dexter wished that this would be over sooner rather than later.
“I can’t believe you just walked out like that.”
“Why would I have stayed?”
“So we could figure things out! I love you Dexter, the kids love you, and our baby loves you too.”
“I think we would be better off as just co-parents Rita, I apologize for how things ended but I have moved on.”
“But I haven’t, do you know how unfair this all is for me Dexter? You came into my life and let me believe that maybe I could be with someone and be happy without having to lower my standards and self-respect, even when things were uncomfortable or weird. Just when I thought things were taking a turn for the better I found out you’re also a drug addict, that you’re cheating on me with your sponsor, and then that I fell pregnant, then someone random appears and suddenly they’re your perfect match! My whole world fell apart in less than a month and I just have to accept that and that you have moved on?” Rita cried as the tears stained her face and she waved her hands angrily, Dexter just froze unsure what to say or how to respond.
“Yes..? I am sorry about all of that and this is not how I intended for things to go but it’s how they went, our relationship has run its course but we’re still tied with this child which I will do my best to help raise. That will be the extent of our relationship, and apparently, you have my sister for support but also your mom. So please refrain from contacting me in such a roundabout way, and please keep it to things about the baby from now on. Good bye Rita.”
Dexter climbed into his car and drove off while Rita was still speechless, once he was out of the neighborhood and on the main road he didn’t know where to go. His head still ached, he felt even more nauseous than before, and now his chest felt tight. All these foreign feelings and pain were unbearable but he didn’t know what to do, Dexter came to a red light. As he waited his mind wandered again. Why was he feeling like this, all he’d done was talk to Rita and he felt like his body was going into a complete shutdown. He just wanted to lie down, preferably with the lights off with no noise. Then he thought of you, his chest felt a little lighter but he wondered if you’d want to see him. The two of you had made up the last time but that doesn’t mean you wanted to see him. The light turned green and at the next one Dexter pulled over into a random parking lot to call you, you should’ve been off work a little before him so hopefully you’re home. He leaned back into the seat as his phone rang, it rang four times before you answered. Your voice came through the phone sweetly, it almost reminded him of caramel apples in the fall.
“Hey Dexter, what’s up?”
“Can I come over? Like right now?”
“Uh sure, I’m finishing up at the grocery store but I’ll be home in fifteen minutes is that okay?”
“Yeah, that’s fine. I’ll see you soon.”
Dexter hung up the phone and he felt a bit better, so he switched to drive and started making his way to your apartment. It was a short drive and he made it there in just eight minutes, so he still had seven minutes left to wait. He got out of the car and stepped up to the building he didn’t have any keys to get into the building so he waited outside of it, he leaned against the wall waiting. It was starting to get late so the Miami sun was starting to set coloring the sky in shades of pink, orange, purple, and red. It was magnificent and Dexter could believe that Miami had views like this almost daily, just at his door and he rarely took the moment to appreciate it. He was usually out after the sun had already set, though then he thought about the night sky. He could faintly remember it being beautiful as well, the darker blueish purple sky. So dark it resembled black with stars twinkling all throughout, the thought of stargazing crossed his mind. Maybe that was something the two of you could do next time. Dexter thinks that you would enjoy something like that, he can imagine how you’d laugh and talk about the different stars and constellations. He wonders if you’d know any of them, maybe he should learn some so that he can tell you about them.
“Dexter? Why are you waiting out here and not in your car, I know it’s Florida but you can still catch a cold. Hurry come inside.”
“You’re right, I’m coming.”
Dexter followed you inside and up the steps to your apartment, it was only after you were inside that he realized both your arms were filled with groceries. He rushed to help you put them down and started to help put them away, but he wasn’t very familiar with your kitchen. So he only ended up making a fool of himself and eventually stepped back to watch as you put everything away with ease, it was like second nature to you. You lived such a domestic life sometimes it was hard to imagine you had a dark side as he did, he’d never actually seen you kill someone but you also didn’t seem like to type to lie about that. He was curious about your process and how you transition from ending a life to living yours, if he had seen you on the street he would’ve never imagined. Dexter believes that every human is capable of fatally harming another, but not everyone is born with the resolve to go through with it. Let alone the resolve to live a normal life after it, and yet you had it but you weren’t so disconnected from the world like he was. You fit perfectly into it, like you were always meant to be here. Dexter wondered if maybe he wasn’t supposed to.
“So Dexter, why did you want to come over so urgently?” Dexter was snapped from his thoughts by your words and hesitated to answer.”
“I…. I missed you.” The truth was, he hadn’t stopped thinking about you since the last time he saw you, maybe that’s what it meant to miss someone. To love them.
“Oh, I missed you too Dexter. But are you okay, you seem pretty out of it today. Are you sick?” You approached reaching up to check his temperature and he instinctively leaned down, “Hmm your temperature is a little high.”
“I’m fine, I just have a headache. And-“ He hesitated to tell you about what happened with Rita unsure how you would react.
“And? What is it Dexter?”
“Something weird happened today, I went to see Deb but Rita was there instead... with a marriage counselor.”
“A what?! Are you serious?”
“Yes, I left right away but it was a lot.”
“I bet it was, do you want to talk about it? We don’t have to but it does help sometimes.”
“Not really, I really just want to get rid of this killer headache I have.”
“Well I have some Tylenol I could get you, and you’re welcome to spend the night. A good night's rest or a nap always helps me feel better.”
“That sounds great, thank you.”
Dexter was very appreciative of the medicine and the offer to spend the night, after taking the tabs you rushed him into the shower before letting him lie down. Honestly, the warm water and clean feeling helped a lot, so when he did finally get to lie down it felt amazing. Dexter lay with his head buried into your pillow, it smelled like you, everything did. This entire apartment was ingrained with your scent, your essence, and your very being. His body relaxed and he turned his head to the side, through the open door he could see the light of the bathroom down the hall. He could also hear the shower and the faint sound of you humming, he waited for you to finish. After a while you stepped into the room in just a towel, you turned on the bedside lamp, and Dexter flinched but didn’t say anything. You apologize anyway and quickly change into some makeshift pajamas, and join Dexter in your bed. He shifted his body to fully face you whilst you looked down at him curiously with a smile. Dexter just stared, right now you reminded him of the sunset he saw earlier. Peaceful, quiet, and magnificent. He wondered how you looked more amazing every time he saw you, he didn’t believe in magic or anything of the sort. But there was something otherworldly about your appearance right now, Dexter still stared not saying a word. He eventually just wrapped an arm around you and buried his head into your side, you just laughed and he felt how your body moved with every laugh. You turned off the lamp and lay down on your back next to him, you slid your arm under his head with your hand resting on the edge of his hairline. Dexter shut his eyes as your hand lightly brushed through his hair, he’d fallen asleep shortly after to the rhythm of your heart beating and your hands in his hair.
Summary: After realizing that Rita wasn’t the only irregularity in your relationship you talk to Dexter who came to apologize for the Rita situation, and he seems open to something more.
Part 10
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Things went back to normal after the party, or as normal as things can be with a serial killer, a cannibal, and a pregnant ex-girlfriend. Speaking of cannibalism, it had been a while since I’d had a decent meal, so seeing as Dexter was busy and wouldn’t be paying me a visit tonight, I could finally make a move on Eric Olson. A serial killer on a crazed spree, first he’d killed a woman at the crime scene of one of his previous murders and then went on to kill a jogger not long after. Catching him wasn’t hard as he was lurking around one of his victims' houses, dealing with his girlfriend was an issue though. As far as I knew,, she wasn’t involved. I snuck around the house as they made themselves very comfortable. Too comfortable. She was in the bedroom, presumably undressing, and he had walked out into the hall to use the bathroom. I used this chance to choke him with the wire until he passed out. His body fell limply to the floor, and I left it there for me to come back to. Dealing with the girl was easy; I found an old extension cord and tied the bedroom door handle to the closet door close by. It likely wouldn’t hold for long, but it would give me enough time to get out of here without her realizing. I returned to the bathroom and stared down at the man's large body with a huff. Thankfully, my car wasn’t far but carrying him still wasn’t going to be easy.
Once I’d gotten him out the back door and to my car, it was an easy drive to my lair. An abandoned hospital on the outskirts of town, in the basement, was a morgue with an incinerator. It was the perfect place for a cannibal to harvest blood and organs, then neatly take care of the body. Thankfully, most of this area was run down and riddled with illegal happenings throughout the neighborhood, so nobody really cared about the smoke that would occasionally come from the creepy old hospital. Most people assumed it was haunted, and that seemed to keep most people away, perfect for me, though. I push the gurney down the empty halls until I find myself in the service hallway. I locked the doors behind me and continued down the hall. Eventually, I made it to the old, rickety elevator. It was frightening sometimes but it hadn’t let me down yet, so I wasn’t going to overthink it. Eventually, I made it to the basement, and my little friend was starting to wake up, not that it mattered. Thank you, abandoned hospital for gurnees with heavy-duty restraints, he thrashed around as I pushed him through the halls and eventually through double doors to reveal my lair.
The morgue was no longer the gloomy and sterile room it originally was. Once I knew I would be settling down here, I decided to decorate. The walls had been painted, pictures of things I liked were hung up, and my stuff littered the counters and tables in a beautifully disorganized but organized mess that only I understood. It was perfect, hell, it was heaven for me. I focused my attention back on Eric, with him screaming and fighting, it would be hard to dissect him. It was fun to dissect them alive, but he was too big for me to transfer him to the table whilst he was kicking and screaming through his gag. As unfun as it was, I went behind him and wrapped my arm under his chin. Once I was in the right position, with a deep breath, I abruptly twisted his neck until I heard that satisfying crack. Just like that, his body went limp. I let go and massaged my arm. I didn’t have long before the quality would diminish, so I had to get to work. I geared up and set up my tools, then undressed him. I took one last look at his corpse before making my first cut.
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Once I made it back home, I set my food on the counter and collapsed onto the couch. Why can’t serial killers weigh under 140 pounds? Though maybe this was a sign that I need to work on my upper body strength because hauling around dead bodies, even on a gurney, was not easy work. I massaged my shoulder as I sank further and further into the couch. I wanted to fall asleep, but I knew I needed to put my food away before it went bad and stunk up the place. Before I could truly get comfortable, a sharp knock came from the door. I paused, confused, then realized who it likely was. I sat up abruptly and looked from the door to the bags of very odd-shaped meat that sat on my table. I still had no idea how Dexter would react to me being a cannibal and this wasn’t the time to unpack that bomb. Dexter’s knocking persisted as I scrambled to my feet, trying to be as quiet as possible, I tucked away everything as fast as I could. Eventually, I took a deep breath and answered the door as normally as I could manage in my tired state.
“Dexter…?” I wasn’t surprised to see it was actually him, but instead by the takeout hanging from his arms.
“We should talk. I brought food.”
I just stared at him, thinking back on how things had been lately; everything had been weird, especially our relationship. We started as a cat and mouse game partially just for fun but mostly for a connection neither of us could find in other people, we never really took the time to truly get to know each other beyond the surface or superficial things, we both were hiding things and couldn’t be open and honest about ourselves, not to mention we’d gotten together during a rough patch in his previous relationship and haven’t even been able to enjoy ours without a third party being involved. The more I thought about the petty drama with Rita isn’t the only issue of our relationship, if you could even call it a relationship. We’re both just lonely and isolated, clinging onto each other because of what we are, and that we can never be this open about it with anyone else. I don’t know why I didn’t realize this sooner; maybe I didn’t want to. I was okay with this weird limbo and companionship, where, for a moment, we can remove one of our masks, but we should be able to remove all of them. I’m sick of this superficial nonsense and caring about bullshit that isn’t truly important.
“So can I come in..?”
“Uh, yeah sure,” I said, suddenly snapped away from my thoughts, moving to the side.
Dexter walked past me, holding eye contact a moment longer than he should’ve, before walking to my dining table and setting things down. He started pulling things out so that we could both eat. I stayed quiet and started to help him, and we both finally sat down and started eating. Surprisingly it wasn’t awkward, it was a calm silence, the only noise was my chewing, which felt so loud I wondered if Dexter could hear it. I wondered if he would speak first or if I should, did I even really know what I should say? I know that our relationship isn’t going anywhere at the moment but I didn’t know how to change that. A million thoughts ran through my head, but eventually I blurted out.
“I think we should break up-“
“I’m sorry about Rita-“
We spoke at the same time, and both looked surprised by what the other had said. I mean, it wasn’t too surprising that he was apologizing. It would’ve been disappointing if he didn’t notice how she acted after I pointed it out, men can be dense sometimes, but I’m glad to see not that dense. I was also surprised by what I said, as that’s not exactly what I meant to say.
“Wait, no- that’s not what I meant. I’m sorry, my head is all over the place right now. What I wanted to say is our relationship isn’t really a relationship. If that makes sense?”
“Is this because of Rita? I have realized what you meant and I don’t want to continue with the way things are going.”
“No- I mean partially that, but we’re only really dating in name, and I feel like that’s only because of what we’re both up doing late at night. We don’t know each other at all and I don’t know if we are ever going to, I mean I want to, but if we aren’t going to then dating doesn’t seem like the best idea.”
Dexter stopped eating and looked down at his food. He seemed to be lost in thought, presumably thinking about what I said. I didn’t really know where things should go from here, but I think that Dexter and I could have a genuine relationship where we could really be ourselves with each other and be in love. I doubt it would happen overnight, but if it’s something we both want, it could happen eventually. Though I don’t know what he’s thinking, at the end of the day, if we end up as just friends, that’s okay too; having someone to share this dark side of me would be better than no one in the end.
“So are we breaking up?”
“I don’t want to, but do you want to be in a relationship with me, or do you just want a companion who understands the darker side of you? Maybe none of that and just a cover for who you are, I can’t blame you for wanting that, it does make things a hell of a lot easier.”
Dexter opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. I could tell from the far-off look in his eye that he was thinking deeply. Now that I think about it, he does that a lot, just disappears into his mind, never really saying what he’s thinking. It’s like he was in his own world, honestly, sometimes it felt like he wasn’t really here. I realized I don’t really know anything about Dexter or how he feels. He never really shows or expresses how he’s feeling, always hiding behind a polite smile and a bland or witty remark.
Dexter never really did respond to my question, and I didn’t push further. I didn’t even know what I wanted this to be myself, what was I even looking for? To tell the truth, Dexter was my first relationship since high school, and I don’t even know what a real one is like. I took another bite, but I had lost my appetite. I guess I would save it for later, though most of it was already gone. We sat in a heavy silence, picking at our food, and we were both caught up in our own thoughts. After we finished eating, Dexter didn’t stay the night, so we simply stood in front of my front door for a while. He turned to me with an expression on his face that I’d never seen before. It was a new side of him and I didn’t know how to feel.
“I want things to be different with Rita. Relationships have always been a facade to help me blend into society. I don’t feel emotions like you do… but I want to.” Dexter said, meeting my gaze, I stared back at him.
“Okay, I see. We can uh talk more once we’ve both thought it over some more, it was nice seeing you, Dexter. Good night.”
“Good night,” Dexter said, opening the door, but he hesitated and turned back to me. He cupped my cheeks and kissed my forehead before quietly leaving my apartment.
I shut the door feeling a lot better after that, I don’t know how things are going to go from here, but I think it’s headed in a good direction. Dexter seemed open to a real relationship, though I was a bit concerned about the fact that he said he didn’t feel things like I do, but that’s something we’ll likely talk about another day. For now, I will just be content that if anything does happen it won’t be the bland monotony our relationship has been so far.
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Dexter was out of it; he always kind of lingered in the background, normally, but especially so these days. Always lost in thought and never truly present, but how could he be? He had thought his relationship with Rita was just the perfect cover for his dark passenger, and yet she was the one truly dictating the relationship. He hadn’t realized how easily he was swayed by her words and that he felt the need to care so deeply for her. Then there was you, Dexter didn’t feel things like love, but he was fond of you. He thinks that if he were capable of having feelings, he would have them for you. You were calm yet exciting, and when you laughed, there was a strange phenomenon where the room grew warmer. Then there was the fact that you knew about his dark passenger and you had one of your own and ruled to go with it, he relished in the fact that he never had to come up with a lie or some flimsy excuse that you’d never truly believe, he could be honest about where he was. As easy as lying was for Dexter, it didn’t make doing it constantly fun, because eventually most lies grow old and unbelievable. It was a weight that Dexter had been carrying for all these years, and being able to share that secret with you was the most relaxed in who knows how long. Sometimes he found himself just wanting to be around you for no reason at all, even if you two didn’t talk just sitting beside you was soothing to him. He didn’t know if he could ever be in a real relationship as he could never love you, but a part of him didn’t want to let you go, so you could be with someone else. A bubbling warmth flooded through him at the thought of you laughing with or kissing someone who wasn’t him. He didn’t know what he wanted from you, but he at least knew it was friendly.
Dexter was brought back to reality by the buzzing coming from his pocket. He pulled out his phone and saw that Rita was calling. He felt a sour taste in his mouth but answered the phone anyway. She was calling for him to buy her some flour so she could bake a cake next week. He almost said yes, but then he thought about you and, most importantly, what you had said. Dexter could understand if it was something like bread or milk that the kids and Rita were using every day, but flour for a cake? Not to mention one she was only going to bake next week? Rita knew Dexter was at work and that this could’ve waited until after he’d gotten off, but he told her he was busy working right now and to save calls that weren’t emergencies for after he got off work. Rita didn’t say much in response but hung up shortly after. Dexter returned to his work before someone approached his desk. It’s Masuka and his brightly shining bald head.
“Hey Dexterino, are you coming to our wicked party tonight?”
“No, I’m not, this is the first I’m hearing of it.”
“Oh, come on, Dex, you cancelled on us last week and the week before that.” Dexter internally sighed, knowing that to maintain the friendships, he would be going.
“Alright, alright, I’ll go. First drink on you, though, Masuka.”
“Fine by me, see you at seven.” Masuka danced away, heading off to who knows where.
The party was just at the local club, nothing too extravagant. Dexter followed Masuka inside as they met up with Quinn and Angel. They stood by the bar, drinks in hand as they talked, but they waved once they spotted Dexter and Masuka. Dexter kept a smile on his face even though he wasn’t a big fan of this whole outing, but everyone else was having fun, so he should at least pretend he was, too. It was hard to hear what everyone was saying over the loud music, so Dexter just ordered a beer. He took a swig, and the sensation of it on his tongue going down his throat sent a sharp feeling up his spine. He only took a few more swigs, not wanting to get drunk, considering he had work bright and early in the morning. Masuka parted from the group as he had seen a beautiful woman, and Angel followed quickly behind him. Now it was just Quinn and Dexter at the bar.
“Aren’t you going to join them?” Dexter asked as he set his beer down on the bar.
“Nah, not tonight, I think Masuka and Angel can have enough fun out there for me.” He shrugged and flagged the bartender down for another drink.
“You are not wrong about that. Why did you come out to the club then?”
“Why did you?”
Dexter just nodded in understanding and took another swig from his drink as the conversation fizzled out from there. The two of them spent the night nursing their drinks as they watched the other two attempt to pick up various women throughout the night with varying degrees of success. It was faintly amusing to Dexter as he watched them try out a new technique each time, though as the night progressed, the two eventually returned. Each presumably content with their conquest, the group went for one last round of drinks before parting ways. Dexter stood outside the club watching as all his friends found their own way home. Dexter decided to walk around a bit and sober up before heading home himself.
At this point, the street lights were on, illuminating the streets in a warm yellow. It got quieter as he ventured further from the club. The only sound being the occasional car driving past, it was peaceful, and it made Dexter think of you. He wondered what you were doing, if you were already asleep, or if you had also gone out with friends. He thought about the fact that he had no idea who your friends even were, he had heard you talk about spending time with them or mention that something you'd seen one of them would love. He found himself wondering about other things too, why you always smelled like the beginning of fall, how did your skin always felt so soft, how seamlessly you fit your dark passenger into your normal life, and he wondered what you thought of him. He knew it was very late to bother you with these questions, so they would have to wait until tomorrow. Dexter turned around and headed back towards the club so that he could make his way home. He was surprised when he got a text. He dug in his pocket for his phone and was even more surprised to see it was from Deb.
Could you stop by my apartment tomorrow after work?
It was vague, but Dexter shrugged it off and sent a simple reply before finally making his way home for the night.
Summary: Dexter is lost in his thoughts of the argument you guys had and dealing with Miguel’s antics, and everything boils up at his barbecue and takes a heated turn.
Part 9
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Just as Dexter thought he had solved one problem another manifested, he had taken you out recently as Angel pointed out that you were likely feeling neglected. Even Dexter knew he was spending a lot of his time with Rita lately so he didn’t fight it when Angel helped him schedule a reservation in hopes it would ease the tension building in the relationship. Dexter wasn’t keen on the idea but he could agree it was necessary, so despite how stuffy the suit he wore was he took you out and treated you to a nice dinner.
He was right of course, you both needed a night out together. You looked amazing and it was like when you first started dating, Dexter thought back fondly on the moment. He was drawn away from his thoughts but the sound of something slamming on a desk behind him, he turned around and was reminded that he was at work and that you two weren’t exactly getting along. It had been a few days since the last time he had spoken to you, what you said didn’t sit well with him. He knew he wasn’t a lap dog, and that he wasn’t a cheater. It was one time and a mistake, if anything Dexter had learned his lesson after Lila. But if he was being logical he does now see why you thought he could’ve been cheating, he had been caught up in Miguel. Thinking he’d made a new friend with a dark passenger as well, Miguel had other plans in mind. Dexter had been wrong, very wrong about him. Dexter sighed as he finished his paperwork when he got a call, it was Rita. He quickly stepped away from the department to answer it.
“Hel-“ Dexter couldn’t even finish his sentence before Rita cut him off.
“Dexter! I dropped my book and I can’t pick it back up, can you come get it for me?”
“Yeah, of course, I’ll be over soon.”
Dexter hung up the phone and went on his lunch break, he planned to grab lunch on the way back and eat it as he stalked his next target. He quickly left the building and made his way over to Rita’s house, it was a quick drive and as he walked through the house he found Rita in the kitchen. She stood over the counter cooking, and as he approached his foot hit something. Dexter saw the book Rita had likely dropped, he picked it up and placed it on the counter. Rita glanced back at him smiling sweetly as she handed him a plate.
“Thank you for coming, I was really upset that I couldn’t reach my book. I can’t believe my bumps are so big already.” She said as she rubbed a hand on her stomach, “But I knew you’d have to come on your lunch break so I made you something. It’s not much, just a chicken quesadilla.”
“I could’ve grabbed something on the way back, I can’t stay long anyway,” Dexter said taking a bite from the quesadilla.
“Oh okay, but could you rehang the shower curtain for me before you leave?”
“Anything else?” Dexter asked as he quickly finished the quesadilla.
Before he knew it he was doing various miscellaneous tasks around the house for Rita, this light bulb needed to be switched, that rug needed to be washed, can he open all the windows so she could feel a fresh breeze, would he mind running a load of laundry, or if he could dust the top of the fan. He did everything she asked without a complaint, he figured the faster he got it done the faster he could get back to what he was really doing. Though things wouldn’t go as planned as the tasks continued to pile up, and it was already time to return to work. As he stood outside Rita’s front door a thought crossed his mind.
“…because you’re catering to all of the supposedly helpless Rita’s whims and needs like a loyal little lap dog…”
Your words rang in his head annoyingly loudly, he couldn’t shake off what you said. Not to mention he had just catered to all of Rita’s requests, even though he told her he couldn’t stay long. Everything he did was something he could’ve done after work or with the help of Aster or Cody, but he refused to let your words shake him. He wasn’t a lap dog, right? He would never be so easily manipulated, especially not by someone who has never done or seen the things he has. Dexter shook away the thought as he returned to the department, he was thankful he at least ate that quesadilla since this was about to be a long shift.
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Even after a few days what you’d said still hadn’t left Dexter’s mind, he became hyper-aware of all his actions because of it. To an extent Rita did need a lot of help, he might not be knowledgeable about pregnancy but he did have common sense. He knew there were various tasks and miscellaneous things she couldn’t do the further along in her pregnancy she got, but it had become hard to ignore the fact that some things she was more than capable of doing herself. He had only just realized how much she had dragged him back into her world, he had been spending weekends taking care of her kids and her despite them being broken up. He hated to admit it but you were right, he had become her loyal lap dog without realizing it. If she called him he would come, he had fallen into it so easily that it was truthfully embarrassing for him. It was a painful bruise to his ego as he had been so adamant that you were wrong. It wasn’t like he could admit that you were right, and that wasn’t because he was being childish it was just…. Even in his head Dexter knew that he was making excuses for himself. He was being childish, he knew he should step up admit he was wrong, and apologize but his stupid ego was in the way. It wouldn’t let him experience let alone accept the shame, so he ignored it. Which obviously led to him avoiding you, he didn’t have to set away his pride if he just didn’t talk to you.
It made dealing with Miguel even harder, he couldn’t focus the way he needed to and it was the last thing he needed. He missed his chance after he let Miguel get in his car after work when Dexter was supposed to end things there. But his mind had been wandering and Miguel was gone before he knew it. Now he had to go to the stupid barbecue he’d planned, to avoid him stirring up even more trouble with you. Who knows what Miguel would say to you if he wasn’t around?
Dexter parked and got out of the car and could see that the barbecue was already in motion with dozens of people venturing through the house. Dexter slipped inside and looked around for you, he finally found you at the grill next to Miguel surrounded by various other people. You looked up at him and for a moment you frowned before turning away and smiling back at Miguel’s wife. Dexter tried to approach you and say something but Miguel left the grill and pulled him away from the group.
“My friend, where have you been hiding someone so lovely? My wife adores them, and you know what they say a happy wife is a happy life.”
“I never hid them, you just never asked.” Miguel gave a pursed lip smile.
“Well my friend I don’t want you to miss out on the fun, please enjoy the food we have. And I’m sure you’d also like to say hello.” He chuckled and made his way back to the grill.
Dexter looked over at you but you paid him no mind and chatted animatedly with Miguel's wife and a few other women. For a brief moment, you glanced his way and he went to wave but you turned away so quickly that Dexter wasn’t sure if you were ignoring him or just hadn’t seen him, the sunglasses you were wearing didn’t make it any easier. Regardless he approached and stood next to you, your arms were crossed and in one hand was a pale colored cocktail. You looked as radiant as always, your hair was loosely pulled back a colorful top that wrapped around the back of your neck and white pants. Dexter didn’t know what to say to you but your body language made it obvious how upset you were. Dexter frowned and suddenly he realized how childish he was being, this whole thing was just a mess. He leaned towards you and whispered in your ear.
“You were right, I’m sorry for my behavior as of late.” You snorted shaking your head before taking a sip from your drink.
“You’re damn right I was, surprised it took you that long to see it. Here I was thinking you were smart.” Dexter didn’t like to hear it but he wasn’t in a position where he could argue.
The more he had thought about it these last few days, the more he realized how right you were. Rita had called him late into many nights, even in the first few weeks of her pregnancy. For the simplest of things, some he could understand but most of the time it was things that could’ve waited until morning. Not to mention it primarily happened when he was spending the night with you, he still wondered how she managed that. So you being mad and having an attitude with his was fitting for his lack of awareness, he’d spent so much time seeing Rita as his ideal women he hadn’t realized how much of a pedestal he had put her on. To the point, he truly believed she could do no wrong and that she was this delicate, innocent flower and not a complex human being with emotions and thoughts that he could never perfectly predict. Dexter had a lot of things to think about, but first, he needed to handle Miguel. Then he could properly sort things out with you with no worries about what idiotic thing Miguel will do next.
Lost in his thoughts Dexter hadn’t noticed that you wandered off nor that Miguel had taken your place. Dexter loathed that smug smirk on his face, he didn’t even seemed ashamed of what he had done. Sure Ellen Wolf was an asshole but that didn’t mean that she deserved to die, Dexter had to kill him and it needed to be soon. He couldn’t let someone so unpredictable and without a code walk free, he needed to do something and soon.
“How’s things with the wife?” Dexter asked as Miguel handed him a beer.
“As well as things are in your relationship, I heard them and my wife and them. They have a marvelous vocabulary.” He chuckled sipping his drink, Dexter’s grip tightened on the drink as he smiled in response.
Dexter didn’t respond back to Miguel he just laughed and gave a weak smile, Miguel didn’t stick around and continued going around the yard greeting everyone. Dexter couldn’t wrap his mind around how he ever thought he and Miguel were alike, Miguel was a snake with a silvery tongue.
“Y’know friends are always honest with each other and can see past their differences. When they have a conflict friends are there to forgive. A true friend knows when to bury the hatchet as friendship is a sacred bond built on trust. So I hope that you all are enjoying the barbecue today because friendship is was brought us all here and that bond is what will keep us together until the end. Cheers!” Miguel lifted his drink as his eyes met Dexter, Dexter smiled back raising his glass.
After that toast and more mingling Dexter decided to look for you after you had wandered off, he saw you go into the house but he wasn’t sure where. He checked the bathrooms but you weren’t there, eventually, he started checking the spare bedrooms. Eventually, he found you in one sitting on the bed, he couldn’t see your face but he could almost imagine it. You turned around and your expression was blank, you looked him up and down before turning away.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, I just needed some quiet.”
“Can I join you?”
You sigh covering your face with your hand, “Please just take a fucking hint, Dexter.”
“What hint, I was just checking to make sure you were alright.”
“Ugh! For fucks sake Dexter, everyone makes you out to be this genius. But for a smart guy, you’re pretty fucking stupid.” You said with a scoff crossing your arms and walking to the other side of the room.
“Just because you take me for an idiot doesn’t mean I am one, I can’t believe you’re getting so worked up over this! I said that I was sorry, what more do you want from me!”
“See that’s the problem! You don’t actually understand what you’ve done wrong, what’s the point of an apology that has no follow through because you’re just apologizing to move on from the situation!”
“Follow through? I have plenty of follow-through but I haven’t even had the chance to yet, I’ve had my hands full dealing with that embarrassment Miguel.”
“What the fuck does Miguel have to do with any of this?
“Nothing, I don’t know why I brought him up.”
“You’re hiding things from me, Dexter, I thought you would at least trust me!”
“I do trust you, but I don’t have to tell you every little thing!”
“Well, you’re acting like it’s something pretty fucking important since it's why you’ve been staying out super late and not the way you normally do. I know somethings going on, I’m not fucking blind!”
“No one said you’re blind, it’s really nothing important and I’m handling it.”
“Clearly you aren’t handling it well.”
“You wouldn’t even know, you won’t shut up for even a minute!”
“Oh fuck off, why don’t you make me shut up then tough guy.” You huffed while crossing your arms.
Dexter stormed up to you pushing you roughly into the way and grabbing you by the throat, his grip was tight at first but it loosened to a comfortable grip. Your eyes met as you both let out baited breaths, a mix of anger and arousal was evident in the air. Dexter’s figure towered over you as he cornered you, glaring with a blank expression. He roughly crashed his lips onto yours, it was a sloppy and messy kiss. His hand never left your throat while the other began to grip your waist tightly pulling you against him. You braced yourself against the wall as he pressed his body against yours, you let out a breathy sigh into his mouth and his grip tightened. Your hands came up to his chest grabbing at his shirt and pulling him closer, despite being as close as he possibly could.
Eventually, you broke the kiss to breathe but Dexter didn’t stop kissing you, he kissed your cheek, then your jaw, then your neck. He nipped at it with his teeth as his hands gripped your waist tightly, you let out a breathy sigh as you stood there falling victim to his lips. Once you regained your senses you pushed him away angrily, he licked his lips as he looked at you. You were mad, very mad but you were too turned on to argue right now. You stormed up to him shoving him back onto the bed, you climbed on top of him. The sight of him looking up at you instead of down was a sight you enjoyed, this was the first time you guys were having sex and you were already engraving the moment into your mind.
You ripped at the buttons of his shirt until his shirt came undone, You dragged your hands down his chest before leaning over and sinking your teeth into his shoulder. He jumped slightly not expecting you to bite him but he didn’t stop you, but once you pulled away he flipped you over onto your back. He slid off your shirt and with some help got your bra off, he sat up looking down at you for a moment. Dexter had seen various nude bodies before, from his kills to his exes. Only one word came to mind and he hadn’t even realized he said it aloud.
“Beautiful…” he muttered as he kissed your chest and grasped your breast while his mouth fondled with your nipple.
You let out an airy breath as he did, “what? What did you say.” He moved towards your ear whispering quietly into it.
“I said you’re beautiful.”
You just smiled shyly in response and he kissed your jaw then your lips, You brought your hands up to his torso. Dragging them up and down the fabric of his shirt feeling at what was beneath, you started to undo the buttons of his shirt which was tricky with how close he was. He kissed your neck and helped you slide his shirt off, now you could run your hands against his bare skin. You could feel the scar on his side, but you didn’t linger on it too long hoping not to dredge out old wounds and memories. Dexter eventually stopped your exploration of his body as he pinned your hands to the side, he let go and went back to kissing your chest. He trailed them down your middle to the hem of your pants, undid the belt and slid them off you as you raised your hips. He tossed them into a corner of the room, he grabbed your waist his finger lightly digging into the skin of your stomach. He kissed just above the hem of your underwear on each side before sliding them off, he discarded them and kissed the inner parts of your thighs glancing up at you with a gleam in his eye. Not that you were looking down at him, you were too distracted from his teasing and how badly your body ached for him.
You nearly jump out of your skin when his tongue finally pressed against your core, he curiously explored with his tongue tracing over every detail with it. His tongue ventured inside tickling at the insides of your walls, he continued to use his tongue to pleasure you whilst you squirmed. He held you down by your waist to keep you in place. He kept a consistent and rhythmic pace, at some point he added his fingers it wasn’t long before you felt a swirling warmth building in your stomach. Dexter felt you clenched around his fingers as you climaxed, you let out a quiet moan into your arm as you covered your mouth. You were still very aware of the fact that you were at Miguel’s barbecue and how many people were just outside this room, admittedly the thought was exciting and aided in your climax. Dexter stood away licking at his fingers, you sat up hanging your legs over the edge of the bed a little flustered by the sight but you didn’t say anything. You climbed off the bed and pulled him in for a kiss, you could faintly taste yourself on his lips. The kiss was long and sloppy, your hands came down to his pants and undid his pants. You slid them down as you got onto your knees, you stared at the evident bulge in his underwear. You caressed it through the fabric of his underwear, slowly and teasingly dragging your finger over the outline. Dexter let out a quiet groan, your ears perked up at the sound and you were desperate to hear more. You pulled his length out and slid the underwear down, it was warm in your hand. You kissed along the length of it impossibly slow, teasing him the same way he’d done to you. Then when he least expected it you slid it into your mouth, letting it hit the back of your throat a few times before letting it glide across your tongue. Dexter’s hand came up and gripped your hair tightly as he let out a long drawn-out groan, and it only encouraged you further. You slid it back and forth occasionally using your tongue to massage it from the inside of your mouth, you brought your hand up to help pump him into your mouth. Dexter was mostly quiet but would let out a breathy sigh here and there, your pace was slightly unsteady but he seemed to enjoy it nonetheless. Eventually, your mouth grew tired and you pulled away to also catch your breath, continuing with your hand instead.
Dexter took this as an opportunity he pushed your hand away and bent over, picking you up off the floor and tossing you onto the bed. He kissed and nipped at your neck as he positioned himself outside your entrance, but before he put it in he made sure to ask if you really wanted to continue. You nodded desperately and without a second thought he slid it in with another one of those drawn-out groans, you let out a shaky sigh as he filled you up. His pace was slow at first but he quickly hastened his pace, he seemed to be in his own world of pleasure and all you could do was hold on and enjoy the feeling of his thrusting. Eventually, his pace slowed and let out one last thrust, and that was when you realized he had cum inside you.
“Dexter! Did you just cum inside me?!” You said as he pulled away, and you already had your answer as you felt it spilling out of you.
“Yes, was I not supposed to?” He said cluelessly as he ran a hand through his hair.
“Yes, you were supposed to tell me before you did! Are you trying to get me pregnant too?!” You were baffled by his reaction and climbed out of the bed.
Thankfully there was a bathroom connected to the bedroom, you made sure no one was inside and locked both doors. You did what you could and cleaned as much of his cum from your legs and inside you but there was only so much you could too, as pissed as you were you did enjoy the sex. You sighed as you did one final whip and walked back into the bedroom. Dexter sat on the bed fully dressed looking as presentable as ever, beside him was all your clothes neatly laid out. You thanked him and got dressed, though you weren’t feeling super chatty. Once you were dressed you fixed your outfit and hair in the mirror and were finally ready to go, but first, you grabbed your drink off the side table where you left it and poured it onto the comforter. You made Dexter move and folded it up so you could grab it easier later. As you and Dexter left the room a quiet peace came over you too, Dexter waited in the hallway while you went off to find Syl so you could explain how you accidentally spilled your drink on the comforter in one of the guest rooms. All you could do was hope she would believe you and insist that you clean it yourself, praying that she would let you.
Hello everyone!!! It’s been a while, writers block has been kicking my ass. So I decided to make a poll and get your guys opinion.
I have a 75% fleshed out chapter that I’ve been painfully reworking for the last month or so. I could release that now and revise later once I figure out how and post the next few chapters, or i could take my time working through it and post the finished piece eventually. Thoughts?
Summary: You return to school after the party and things take a striking turn
Part 8
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The weekend came and went, unfortunately the blue dye on my skin didn’t. I was just happy to have an excuse not to go to school, not that my parents would force me to go anyway. I spent the entirety of Monday and Tuesday holed up in my room, there wasn’t much to do and my mind just kept replaying what happened Saturday over and over in my head. So I rearranged my room, five times, I was surprised by the third attempt that there were still more ways to arrange my room. Eventually I grew bored of moving furniture and started reading some of the many books I had yet to finish, once I grew bored of one book I started to read another. After that I started playing dress up, just trying on different outfits seeing what looked best. But by Wednesday I grew bored of all that, and thankfully the blue on my skin finally faded away. I decided that I would go see what Rodrick was doing. I put on a hoodie and began the short walk through the neighborhood to his house, thankfully it was a bit chilly outside today so it wasn’t weird that I was wearing a hoodie. I stepped up to the porch and knocked on the front door, I glanced over at the driveway and saw Rodrick’s enormous white van parked out front. Mrs. Heffley opened the door and smiled upon greeting me.
“Hello dear, are you looking for Rodrick?” She asked but glanced over her shoulder at something, it appeared she was talking to someone.
“Uh yeah, I was just curious if he wanted to hang out?”
“Oh I’m sorry dear but he uh isn’t here! He’s out with his brother and their dad,” she said finally turning to look back at me with an awkward smile. I leaned over and glanced past her to see Rodrock hiding on the couch.
“Alright, sorry for bothering you.”
I walked away before she could shut the door in an attempt to hide my tears, I didn’t really care for everyone else but to think that even Rodrick doesn’t want to be around me now was too much. I thought if anything he would be the one person who wouldn’t let the rumors Heather spread change how he feels about me, I guess I was wrong. As I made my way back to the house it started to rain, I cursed under my breath as I ran the rest of the way home. It was just my luck that it would rain, thankfully nobody was around to witness this embarrassing scene.
When I got home nobody was downstairs so I ran up to my room and took off my wet clothes and got in the shower. The water was warm and comforting, it poured down onto my skin from the shower head. I stayed in there for a while just letting the water cascade down my back as I stared at the white tiling, my moody wallowing was interrupted by a knock on the door.
“Sweetpea, you’re friends are here to see you. I can send them away if you want?” My mom said and I thought for a moment before sighing.
“It’s okay, the water’s gotten cold anyway. I’ll be down in a minute.”
“Okay deary, I love you...”
I turned off the water and got out the shower, with my towel wrapped around me I returned to my room and changed. I grabbed a tshirt from my dresser and was about to put it on, but I realized it was one I stole from a certain someone who didn’t want to see me. I frowned tossing it to the corner of my room, I put on a band tee and some pants before heading downstairs. Renatta, Alejandro, Cecily, Reese, and Nolan. Renatta was the first to run up and give me a hug, it wasn’t long before they all suffocated me in a big group hug. Tears welled up in my eyes, they hadn’t said anything but the hug was enough for me to understand what they were going to say. As we broke apart I saw my mom disappear down the hall, we sat down on the couch or love seat. Reese as quirky as always opted to sit on the floor.
“I’m going to start by saying I am so fucking sorry for what Heather did, I had no idea she would do that to you. I also wanted to apologize for not being honest with you guys as well, Me and Heather have been dating for the last few months not me and some guy..”
“I knew it! I knew it! I knew it! I fucking knew it!” Alejandro yelled as he stood up celebrating to himself.
“Language please!” My mom yelled from the other room, he calmed down and apologized but we all just laughed.
“You knew? Why didn’t you say anything?” Renatta asked after rolling her eyes at his enthusiasm.
“If you weren’t ready to tell me, why would I ask?” Renatta placed a hand on her heart and smiled, Nolan raised his hand and we all looked at him oddly.
“Can I say something? I am also gay, me and Logan have been dating for a year now.”
“Oh my gosh, how many of you were gay and I didn’t know?!?” Cecily said confused with her eyes wide.
“I’m pansexual if that counts?” Reese said with a grin.
“I’m not a lesbian, I’m actually bisexual by the way guys.” I interjected with a shy smile.
“Okay so, four out of the six of us are queer. Renatta’s dating Heather, and Nolan’s dating the star baseball player. Any other exciting news?” Alejandro said moving to the front of the room capturing everyone’s attention.
“Me and Heather broke up, what she did was totally not cool and I don’t stand for my friends being treated like that.”
“Thank god, I was scared for a second thinking you were still with that douche canoe.” Alejandro said with a huff.
“Of course! What she did was so immature, especially considering you guys hadn’t even dated?!”
“Oh shit, what do you think she’s going to do now that you broke up with her Renatta? I can only imagine this is just the beginning.” Cecily chimmed in shaking her head.
“Nothing if I have anything to say about it, we can’t just let her get away with this. Or anything else for that matter.” I said with a renewed passion.
I was sick of moping around at home or running away from my problems, it was time I stood up for myself. I finally had friends who didn’t care who I was attracted to, if anything they felt the same way. It gave me the courage to be brave, the courage to get revenge. Though I wouldn’t stoop down to her level I was better than that, instead I would rub it in. Just because she’s afraid or ashamed that she’s queer doesn’t mean I have to be. That’s how we spent the rest of the evening, planning to show the whole school that we were queer and there was nothing wrong about it. It wasn’t anything extravagant, just some stickers, bracelets, and small pride flags we could bring to school.
All that confidence slowly fizzled away as I stood outside Crossland high, thankfully for the most part nobody paid me any attention. Though I could see some people pointing and laughing to themselves, I took in a deep breath and made my way inside. The hallways were crowded as everyone chatted at their lockers before the first bell, for the most part it wasnt that bad. Then I saw Rodrick I waved and he went to wave back but frowned and went the other way, it became evident he was avoiding me. Besides that I even it to my locker without anything happening, though I was greeted by the group hovering over my locker. The first to see me was Reese who nudged Nolan who got the rest of the group’s attention, they tried to hide my locker but it was too late. I saw the slurs and terrible names written in sharpie that they’d been trying to clean off, I’d be lying if I said it didn’t hurt and make me waver slightly. I took a deep breathe and pushed past them, I grabbed some of the stickers in my pocket snd covered as much of the sharpie as I could with them. I smiled and felt a hand on my shoulder, everyone smiled at me and we hugged. Though we didnt have much time to chat as the first period bell rang and we parted ways.
It was time for my first class, depending on how this period went I would have a better idea of how people were reacting to finding out I was queer. I took a deep breath and made my way inside to my desk, everyone was in their own world. Either talking to friends or working on an assignment, I felt tense but slowly the tension faded. Nothing was happening, there was no big confrontation or people laughing and staring. It was just a boring English class like always, most of my classes continued like this. Minus some girl who came up to me in gym asking if I really liked girls, who seemed more curious than antagonizing. It was honestly very disorienting, compared to my old school which turned into a battle ground immediately no one here cared. Besides Heather and her clique that is, I saw her at my locker as I went to put away my things for lunch and it was clear she was the one who vandalized my locker.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked as Heather jumped turning to look at me.
“Just a little redesigning, it looks much better now.” She had blacked out my stickers and rewrote the terrible things on my locker earlier.
“Do you realize how childish your being right now? I mean at least come up with something more original, the same three slurs aren’t enough to hurt my feelings.” I said with a disappointed sigh, Heather narrowed her eyes frowning.
“Whatever, I was bored of this anyways.” She grumbled while putting the cap on her marker and turning away.
“Torment me all you want but it won’t make you any less miserable Heather.”
I opened my locker putting my notebooks inside but Heather slammed her hand into the lovker next to mine, “What the fuck did you just say lesbo?”
“Oh don’t pretend like you didn’t hear me,” I shut my locker and rolled my eyes before leaning closer to Heather. “It takes a lesbo to know a lesbo.”
Heathers fist connect with my face quickly, I stubbled back astonished but the anger set in before I could regained my composure. I grabbed a chunk of her hair and punch her back, she grabbed my hair and we found ourselves in a cruel tug of war. I managed to get the upper hand and knocked her down onto the floor, I slapped at her but she blocked with her arms up protecting her face. I didn’t care as they pulled us apart as I had already gotten one good shot at her face. It honestly felt good to punch her, I didn’t particularly like harming people but she deserved at least one punch. And from the darkening spot on her face it would surely leave a mark on that stupidly pretty face of hers, it pissed me off that even though she had treated me so horribly she was still that gorgeous girl I’d kissed all that time ago.
We both ended up in the principals office, well Heather currently sat outside as they separated us but we both ended up having to talk to him. Not much was said and they didn’t bother digging into the root of the issuse, they just gave us both a two day suspension and detention. It sucked but was expected, I was just glad I held my ground so everyone else knew not to mess with me. I grabbed my bag and walked through the hallways triumphantly despite having to hold an ice pack on my swollen nose, to my surprise dad was the one who picked me up and he looked less than thrilled. This was going to be a fun ride home.
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After I told my dad what happened he still wasn’t happy with me but he at least didn’t ground me considering I hadn’t started it. My nose was still sore but my mom says it wasn’t broken, she wasn’t happy either but she didn’t say much. Though I could hear then arguing in their bedroom and I knew it was my fault, I decided to get out of the house for a while. It seemed like my dad had the same idea as he exited the bedroom while I cane downstairs. His expression was unreadable and I wasn’t sure what to do, he walked into the kitchen and stood over the sink seemingly lost in thought. I came up behind him and gave him a hug, he was surprised but welcomed it. Turning around to hug me back as he planted a kiss on my forehead, neither of us said anything for a while. We simply stood their embracing each other, eventually my mom came and joined us. No one spoke for a very long time after that, somehow though we gravitated to their bedroom and I watched a movie with them. It was nice to lay next to both of them like this, I just wished they weren’t arguing because of me.
Heyyyyy, I would love to request some relationship head cannons for Angel Batista from Dexter with a fem reader! Also I'm in late S2 so no spoilers in it please lol. Thx and I love your writing🥰
Of course!! I hope you enjoy, thank you for the request <3
Angel Batista Head Cannon
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Angel is a lot of things, but a lousy lover is not one of them. He is very passionate and doting. Sure, he has his faults and drives you mad, but you can’t help but love him. Even when you fight, he can’t help but call you ‘mi vida’ or ‘mi sol’ because you are his life and the light of his life. He doesn’t know where he would be if he lost you. He knows he was wrong for cheating on his ex-wife, but that doesn’t make losing her and his daughter any easier. You have been such a blessing in his life, and he shows it to you in every way he can. He frequently surprises you with gifts and flowers at work, just little things to remind you that he loves you and that you’re always on his mind.
He sits with you while you watch your favorite TV dramas despite thinking they’re a bit trashy; he won’t admit that the more he watches, the more invested he becomes. He cares deeply about you and values every moment that you, too, spend together, so if all it takes is watching trashy but enjoyable TV to have you cuddled up in his arms on the couch, he’ll gladly do it.
Things aren’t always peachy and sweet; you and Angel fight semi-frequently. Never anything relationship ending, you both are very passionate and have different ideas and feelings regarding many things. You both just get easily worked up, so it turns into an argument faster than it should, but you two never fight for long, as most arguments end with an intense make-out session with passionate make-up sex shortly after. This eases the tension and makes it a lot easier to resolve your conflicts, so many arguments have been settled with a brief conversation after sex. You honestly find it a bit amusing, but once Angel realizes it, he may or may not have started a few arguments just to get you both in the mood. Even when you’re both yelling and fighting, he still finds you incredibly attractive, if not even more so. Something about that angry pout, your exaggerated expression, and exasperated sighs drive him wild. Every time you walk away frustrated, he comes behind you, pulling you back into him, kissing your neck sweetly as his hands wrap snuggly around your waist, which is usually where the angry make-outs begin. Sometimes, you’ll be the one to initiate them as Angel, very matter-of-factly, argues his point, the way he uses his hands to emphasize his point, and his eyes narrow in on your face as he holds a serious expression. You always pull him in by the collar of his shirt and kiss him roughly, which he quickly responds to as any kiss from you is like magic. It doesn’t take long for hands to wander, clothes to slip off, and bodies to merge.
You two are a firey match with a burning passion and great compatibility; you’re constantly moving to the next thing, excited by the flow of the wind, and you always keep Angel on his toes. He never knows what to expect from you, and it drives him crazy in a good way; he’s always quick to join you on whatever crazy side quest you have for the day. Grocery shopping in the next town over because the fruits taste sweeter, helping your cousin build a treehouse for her kids, sneaking into movie theaters like you’re teenagers again, or staying in and working on a 1,000-piece puzzle because you got it for cheap at a garage sale. You always kept him on his toes and brought new and fresh energy to his life, which was exactly what he needed. With how monotonous and heavy his work could be, your vibrancy was uplifting and made it a bit easier to bear; he wanted to grow old with you and even start a family with you. Even if it had only been eight months since you two had been together, you were his life, light, joy, and the fire in his soul.
When he finally proposed to you, it would be a grand gesture; he would call you out of work for the day and treat you like the royalty you are. Breakfast in bed, with a bit of dessert too, a trip to the spa where you’d get royalty treatment, and dinner at your favorite restaurant. Then, at home, he’d have rose petals leading to the bedroom where they would spell out Will you marry me? But of course, you had to spice things up, and you would drag him to the beach with you before you go home. You’d walk barefoot in the sand as you carry your shoes in your hand, letting the cold waves crash against your feet. He’d walk a few paces behind you with a smile on his face as you enjoyed the sight of the moon and stars reflecting off the water; when you finally stopped walking along the shore and looked out at the ocean, he’d start telling you all the things he loved about you.
“I love the beautiful color of your eyes and the sparkle they get whenever you talk about the things you love and how you flutter your lashes at me when you want something because you know I can never resist them. I love how full of life you are, there is never a dull moment when you are around. I love how compassionate and kind you are; you’re so selflessly kind to everyone, and it continues to amaze and warm my heart. There are so many things about you that make me fall more and more hopelessly in love with you.” By this point, you’ve turned around and found Angel on one knee, a small black velvet box in his hand with a ring you absolutely adore; you tear up and accept the ring gleefully. You practically tackled him into the sand, getting it all over you; once the waterworks were over, you both lay in the sand.
You talk and talk, pouring your hearts out to one enough, all whilst you can’t keep your eyes or hands off the ring. You trace your fingers over the intricately designed ring and the gems embedded into it. It was perfect, and you don’t think you could’ve picked or designed something more perfect yourself; you also had no idea how, but he managed to get it precisely in your size. It fits snuggly around your finger as it was obviously made to do so, and you absolutely loved it. You couldn’t have asked for a better ring or partner, and you eagerly looked forward to the wedding. As did Angel and all the others in the station, you had grown to know a few of his coworkers in the homicide department, and they welcomed you into their found family of sorts. So of course they were all invited to the wedding, some as guests and some as members of the wedding party.
Summary: Six months later things are seemingly okay despite Rita being pregnant, but lately Dexter seems to be withdrawn. Is he hiding something?
Part 8
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Before I knew it, six months had passed just like that, and my relationship with Dexter had been going smoothly, even with Rita ordering him around all the time, though Dexter didn’t seem to mind it and never let it affect our time together. I appreciated and made sure to give him some grace; I couldn’t imagine how hard it is to balance serial killing, work, a pregnant ex-girlfriend, and a new girlfriend all at once. Just thinking about it gave me a headache; I sighed and stood up. It was almost time for Dexter to come and pick me up for our date. I walked over to the mirror on the door of my hallway closet and gave my outfit a once over. My outfit was more formal as we had dinner in an upscale restaurant on the other side of town. I blew myself a kiss in the mirror as I heard my phone ring on the table; I picked it up and stepped out of my apartment.
“Hey, just calling to let you know that I’m here. Are you ready?”
“Yeah, I am; I’m making my way to you now. See you soon.”
I exited my apartment and saw Dexter waiting out front in a car I didn’t recognize; I raised an eyebrow at him as I approached the vehicle: a slick black Mercedes with a blue stripe on the side. Dexter had a slight smile on his face and got out of the car; he kissed my forehead and escorted me to the other side of the vehicle. I was deeply flattered and wooed. It’s not that Dexter wasn’t always well-mannered, but today, he seemed to be in overdrive. Dinner at the fancy restaurant was his idea. Frankly, it wasn’t really my style, but I would never say no to a date with him and an excuse to dress up. Dexter climbed back into the car and buckled himself in. He smiled over at me and grinned before starting the vehicle. It was briefly quiet, with the radio playing softly in the background.
“So why the sudden fancy date? This all seems out of character for you.”
“Truthfully, it was Angel’s idea; he said the least I could do was treat you to something special, considering how patient you’ve been with me and Rita. I do appreciate it, just so you know.” He said, turning to face me. He rested a hand on my thigh.
“I know, but thank you, this meant a lot. It honestly hasn’t been easy, and it’s hard not to feel a bit jealous when I’m your girlfriend but not the one you’re waiting on, hand after foot. So yeah, today was nice; all your attention was focused on me for once.” I said with a smile, and Dexter squeezed my thigh before placing his hands back on the wheel. I looked out the window, and my eyes perked up. “Hey, wait, can we stop somewhere before we go back to my place?”
I had Dexter take us to the beach; it was empty at this time of night, which was perfect. I left my shoes in the car and walked barefoot through the sand towards the shore; I glanced back at Dexter, who was following me with his hands tucked into his pockets. I smiled at him before facing the sea. The air was faintly salty, and the water felt good on my feet, albeit cold. The waves crashed gently, and the wind blew slightly. The moon shone brightly in the sky, and the stars twinkled around it.
“Isn’t it such a beautiful view?” I asked, turning to Dexter, who stood beside me now, but he was only looking at me.
“Yeah, it is.” He said, looking away with a neutral expression; he stared forward with a far-off look in his eye.
We stood in silence for a while. It was a bit awkward for me at first, but after a while, it eventually was relaxing, the sound of the crashing waves, the wind rustling the trees, and the cars driving down the street behind us. It was the Earth's natural symphony, soothed my soul, a good date with my boyfriend, and a relaxing moment on the beach. Sure, our relationship started rockier than most, but it’s not like it was terrible. It was nice being understood and understanding someone wholeheartedly, and I truly hoped that Dexter felt the same. I often wondered what he was thinking. His expressions never gave away more than apathy and faint contentment with life. It didn’t help he rarely talked about how he was feeling, and now that I thought about it, you had no idea how or why he had gotten into serial killing. I wondered if I ever asked if he would tell me, though now didn’t seem like the right place or time. Especially when I wasn't ready to tell him why I’d become the way I am.
I slipped my fingers between Dexters. He glanced at me curiously but didn’t hesitate to lace his with mine. I squeezed his hand, and he smiled a little harder before looking back out at the sea; I rested my head against his shoulder and smiled with a content sigh. He rested his head on mine, and we stood there for a bit longer, but eventually, he pulled us away from the shore and back to the car. He sat in the driver's seat and watched me clean the sand off my feet out the car door as best as possible.
“I know I’ve never said it, but you really are beautiful, " he said as I glanced back at him. I laughed and sat up straight.
“I know.”
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Maybe it wasn’t too early to say that I loved Dexter because love is the only logical explanation for why I would ever spend time with Rita. So yeah, it had to be love, I thought as I walked down the aisle, pushing the cart and looking at the items carefully; we were currently in the nearest supermarket, strolling through the baby aisles. In the cart was a variety of baby items; with the baby coming in just three short months, we’d need a lot of things to prepare. It felt weird thinking ‘we’ when this wasn’t really my kid, just my boyfriend’s kid. This whole situation was strange and awkward; I glanced at Rita, who was reading the warnings on a pack of baby bottles. We’d only been here for roughly half an hour, but we hadn’t talked much nor on the ride over. Dexter had asked me to take her as he was busy dealing with something related to his ‘hobby’ that was dipping into his work, and Debra wasn’t available to take her. Why he couldn’t do it at another time was unclear, but I guess it made sense; Rita was showing, and it didn’t look easy. I looked away as she turned around and dropped two packs of baby bottles into the cart, but she didn’t turn away. She just stared at me. I looked back at her, confused and a bit nervous; I mean, what does one say to their boyfriend's pregnant ex-girlfriend?
“I don’t bite, you know. This is as weird for me as it is for you.” I relaxed a bit. It was nice that at least one of us was acknowledging it.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to make this any more awkward than it already is. I have no clue what to say to you.” I said with an awkward laugh, and she awkwardly smiled.
“Yeah, honestly, I don’t understand why Dexter just rescheduled for when he’s actually available. It always bothered me that his mind was just somewhere else, and it’s like he never has time for me.”
“Yeah, even though I know he’s working, it still sucks. It’s easier when I have my own work or projects to distract me.”
“You know that he isn’t actually working, right?” Rita said with a straight face as she held the cart's edge. My heart dropped because Dexter had never mentioned she knew.
“Wh-what do you mean?”
“Oh, don’t tell me you’re that clueless. He’s on drugs. I tried getting him into rehab, but he started banging other girls.” She said pointedly, and I looked away, relaxing a bit, though I would have to ask Dexter about that later.
“Oh… I see, but I’m pretty sure he must’ve kicked the addiction when you sent him away. He’s all good now, I know that at least.” Her expression faltered slightly, and she quickly turned away.
“Whatever helps you sleep at night; I thought so too, and it turns out he was just sleeping with someone else.” I bit my tongue as Rita cradled her growing belly and walked into the next aisle.
“I’m more than sure he learned his lesson after that one, and Dexter isn’t a cheater.”
She glanced back at me, looking me up and down with a sly smile before shrugging, “I’m sure he isn’t sweety.”
I didn’t talk to Rita much after that, but we quickly finished shopping, and I brought her back home. Thankfully, she had a friend who could help her get everything inside; it didn’t make me feel any better that she glared me down the whole time. Like I was some sort of homewrecker, but looking from the outside, I was. I drove home quietly and unlocked my apartment door; I brushed my hair back as I hit the couch, hiding my face in my hands. I hated to admit it, but Rita was right; how could I be sure that Dexter wouldn’t cheat on me as well the second someone new appeared? Rita’s words were eating away at me, and I knew that was precisely what she fucking wanted; the second I drew back and left Dexter, she’ll swoop in and snatch her spot back even after all she said. It irked me cause I knew what she was doing, and it was working; I picked up my phone and scrolled through my contacts until I found his number. I put the phone to my ear as it rang.
And rang… and rang… and rang straight to voicemail. I called one more time, and it went to voicemail immediately. This time, I frowned and texted Dexter to call me back. This definitely wasn’t helping his case at all. I screamed quietly into a throw pillow before hugging it to my chest. I stared out the window of my apartment and out at the darkness of Maimi; it was so calm outside, yet inside, I was losing it. What was Dexter doing right now? It couldn’t be killing because I knew better than anyone that it did not take nearly this long. It wouldn’t have kept him busy throughout the day as he didn’t kill during the day. I felt relieved when there was a knock at my door; I scrambled to the door and quickly opened it. I was met with surprise and confusion as a man I’d never met stood at my door, smiling at me eagerly.
“Uhm, can I help you?”
“You are Dexter’s girlfriend, yes? It’s so lovely to meet you. I’m his best friend.” I quirked and raised my eyebrow as I crossed my arms.
“His best friend since when? He’s never mentioned you to me before.”
“Our friendship has only blossomed for a month or so, but it's stronger than ever. I am Miguel Prado. It’s so lovely to make your acquaintance.” He took my hand, placing a kiss on the back of it, and I wasn't sure how to feel.
“Yes, it’s nice to meet you as well. I assume you aren’t just here to make my acquaintance. Is something wrong with Dexter?”
“No, no, nothing is wrong. Dexter is fine. I was just with him, actually. I just wanted to say hello and invite you out with me and my wife since Dexter seems to have no plans to introduce us.”
“Oh well, isn’t that sweet of you? Of course, I’ll join you and your wife. When and where I’ll be there.”
I invited Miguel in, and we chatted for a bit. He told me how he and Dexter had been buddies for the last few weeks and how close they’d gotten super fast. He went on and on, but eventually, his wife called, and he had to leave. I sent him off with a smile and an address for a barbecue they were having later this week. He also had left me feeling more upset with Dexter than I originally was, so this was where he had been all day and several other days. It was news to me he had made a friend, and I was upset that he never bothered to mention it, simply because I wouldn’t ask, assuming he was out killing. I headed to my bedroom to undress and take a shower; it was what I always did when I was upset, and it, without fail, always made me feel better. Around midnight, Dexter finally called me back, my phone ringing and waking me up from my somewhat peaceful sleep. I sat up, answering it groggily.
“Hello…?” I said, fanning away a yawn.
“Hey, it’s me. I’m outside your apartment. Can I come in?” I looked at my clock and saw the time. I shook my head but got up.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming.”
I got up and opened the door. Dexter stepped inside; his brows were furrowed, and he was clearly frustrated. It was not like my expression was any better; it didn’t help I woke up out of my sleep. I just stared at Dexter, waiting for him to say something, anything, an apology for ignoring my call for hours on end with no communication or for showing up at midnight, waking me up out of my sleep, but he said nothing and wrapped his arms around me. I was taken aback but accepted the hug; we stood there silently. I hated to admit it, but I needed that hug; I could tell from his body language Dexter needed it, too. I figured he had a rough day and felt a little less angry, but I still wanted to bring everything up.
“You do know how late it is, Dexter?”
“I know; I’m sorry. I just needed to see you.”
“Why did something happen? I’ve kind of been wondering since you never called or texted me back. I needed to talk to you, especially after you sent me out with Rita.”
“I forgot about that; thank you for doing that for me. I really had some important stuff come up.”
“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about,” I pulled away from the hug and stepped back from Dexter. “What important stuff, Dexter?”
“Just a background check and such, you know, the usual.” He replied as he went and sat down on the couch.
“Oh yeah? You sure it didn’t have anything to do with Miquel Prado?” I had his full attention now, and Dexter’s demeanor changed significantly.
“Were you following me?”
“What? No, he came here earlier to say hi. He says he’s your best friend, which was my first time hearing of him.” He frowned as I joined him on the couch, my body facing him.
“He was my friend if we’re being technical, but now he’s an obstacle. He’s not important; just forget about him.
“Forget about him? You haven’t mentioned him for a month and lied about where you’ve been because you were with him. If we’re being technical, I have every reason to think you’re cheating.”
“It’s not like that, you know that.”
“Do I really? You won’t actually tell me what you were doing; it’s even more suspicious! We don’t get to spend any time together on your days off because you’re catering to all of the supposedly helpless Rita’s whims and needs like a loyal little lap dog. Still, we don’t even get to spend time together in the evenings because you’re running around with your ‘best friend.’ If you won’t make time for me, at least be honest about where you spend it.”
Dexter frowned and stood up, “I’m not some lap dog, and don’t talk about Rita like that. You don’t even know her.”
“I learned enough about her today, and she calls on you so often because she’s still trying to get back with you. How do you not see that?” I said, standing up as well, following him as he walked away from me, shaking his head.
“She’s pregnant. Of course, she needs my help; you’re really overthinking it. I think I should go. I’ll call you later, " he said as he opened the door. I stood there with tears forming in my eyes, but he left and shut the door in my face anyway.
“Everyone sees it but you Dexter!” I said with a huff as he stood at the door, looking back at me. He didn’t reply and shut the door behind him.
Summary: Dexter talks to you about the elephant in the room, and you finally tell Deb about you seeing her brother.
Part 7
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Dexter returned to work, or at least the building, he needed to find you and explain things before there was another misunderstanding like when Rita first found out about him and Lila. Dexter’s eyebrows furrowed at the thought but he need to focus on finding you, but as he stepped through ghe glass doors of the precinct he realized he didn’t know where your office was. He knew that you were in IT but that was about it, the tech people usually came to him rather than the ofher way around. Dexter approached the woman at the front desk and asked her, she gave him a once over before pointing him in the right direction. Dexter was off before she could even sarcastically say you’re welcome, he made it to the office and saw you inside as the door was open. You looked up from your computer and sighed as you stood, you walked out past him.
“Follow me,” you said curtly leading him away.
Dexter felt like a guilty puppy following you away. But he listened, day one into your relationship and he had already gotten another woman pregnant. He didn’t even need to imagine all the horrible thoughts you were thinking about him, after a short walk Dexter found himself alone with you in a quiet hallway with you away from prying eyes. You stood with your arms crossed and foot tapping, you looked at him expectantly.
“So go on, explain I’m listening.” Dexter paused his mouth agape as he tried to figure out what to say.
“Well that was my ex-girlfriend, Rita.”
“That’s it? That’s your entire explanation?” You asked and Dexter looked away exhaling.
“It’s a long and complicated story.”
“Then you should hurry up and explain it, I’m really trying not to jump to conclusions. Unless you want me to?” You said throwing your arms up exasperated and Dexter sighed.
“She’s my ex girlfriend but we broke up because I was involved with another woman, Lila, who in hindsight is crazy and obsessed with me. But I also ended things with Lila shortly after you started sending me those notes, she broke into Rita’s house and was likely the one who set the cabin on fire. Honestly I’ve been avoiding both of them especially after our first date.” Dexter explained but his explanation sounded better in his head than aloud, your silence wasn’t comforting either.
“….wow, I am not quite sure what to say. I never imagined you would be the type to cheat, let alone with someone you of all people have deemed ‘crazy’. I think this is definitely a conversation we need to have more indepthly later, but for now what are you doing about the baby..?” Your went quiet as if you were afraid to even mention the baby, as if you wished it wasn’t real.
“I plan to step up as a father of course, but Rita wants to get back together.” Dexter sad flatly.
“Are you?”
“No, Rita and I aren’t compatible but we are. I want to be with you, but I understand if me having a kid with another woman ruins that.”
“It doesn’t, but it makes things a bit awkward now.”
Dexter placed his hands gently on your shoulders rubbing his thumbs against the fabric of your shirt gently, you leaned forward and rested your head against his chest as you wrapped your arms around his torso. Dexter hugged you back and gave you a squeeze, he was glad that the situation had been resolved for the most part. He was thankful that despite the abruptness and absurdity of the situation that you hadn’t blown it out of proportion, it was like a heavy weigh had been lifted off his chest. He couldn’t blame you if you had gotten angry and immediately jump to your own conclusions, but you didn’t. You actually stepped back and listened to him, and didn’t try to make a fight out of it. Dexter pressed a kiss to the top of your head and squeezed you before pulling away from the hug.
“I’m going to Rita’s house later tonight to talk about things, and to see her kids since they miss me.”
“Alright, but call me whenever you get home. But wow I didn’t know Rita had other kids, she looks so young.” You said as you fixed your hair slightly.
“Yeah, their names are Astor and Cody, they’re really sweet kids.”
“That’s nice, but we should both probably get back to work. We can talk about this more later so don’t forget to call me later alright, Dexter?”
“Alright, I won’t forget.” Dexter kissed your forehead once more and you both parted ways for the day.
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Work passed by in a flurry, my mind was too distracted to be present in the monotony that was work. I hadn’t even realized I had driven all the way home until I suddenly blinked and was sat on my couch, even though I had talked with Dexter I still wasn’t happy about the situation. I understood that ‘Rita’ had likely gotten pregnant way before I was even in the picture, still this wasn’t how I wanted to start off a brand new relationship. Day one and there was already so much baggage, and honestly makes me feel like I’m the other woman. I groaned as I got up and walked over towards the fridge, I grabbed some left overs and heated them up in the microwave. While it cooked I grabbed a bottle of wine and pour myself a large glass, getting tipsy wouldn’t be enough tonight. It took two trips but I brought my food, the wine glass, and bottle of wine to the living room of my apartment. I took a long sip from my glass before setting it down on the coffee table with my plate on my lap. I flipped through channels on the tv and eventually found a channel I liked, I took a bit of my food and melted into the couch. It was absolutely delicious, I was eating leftover calf meat that I turned into fiesta chicken. Nothing grand but it hit the spot, nothing like warm food and some alcohol to soothe your soul.
I finished my food quickly and now laid on my side, watching the tv with my head propped up on my arm. It has been a few hours and I had changed my mind on drinking all that wine, it would be best to be somewhat sober when Dexter called. Speaking of which I heard my phone ring from the kitchen counter. I slowly go up and grabbed it, I didn’t bother checking who it was and answered it quickly. My shoulders slumped slightly as I heard Debra’s voice, I walked back to couch and laid down on my back.
“Hey, are you free to talk right now?”
“Yeah, I need to talk to you anyways. What’s up?”
“I just needed to brag that I’m going to be an auntie soon, my brothers girlfriend is pregnant! I mean they’re sort of broken up right now, but with that skank gone it’ll be smooth sailing.” I winced, Debra was in the minority of people who didn’t know about my workplace crush on Dexter.
“Yeah congratulations, but that’s kind of what I needed to talk to you about Deb.”
“What do you mean?”
“Dexter asked me to be his girlfriend the other day.” The silence was defeaning and I could practically hear the cogs turning in her head.
“Since when we’re guys getting to know each other like that? Why we’re you even getting to know each other at all?”
“Since roughly a month and a half ago, I’ve been meaning to tell yo-“
Before I could say anymore Deb hung up on me, I sighed and laid my phone on my stomach. I knew I probably should have told her sooner about Dexter and I, but I just hadn’t had the chance nor was I sure it would actually go this far. I dragged my hands down my face with a groan, I figured I just needed to give her some space but as my phone rung again I figured I didn’t have to.
“Deb look I’m sorry.”
“Deb? This is Dexter.” I abruptly sat up and adjusted myself realizing who it was.
“Oh hi Dexter, did you uh make it home alright?”
“Yeah, all in one piece.” He joked which made me smile, but a silence cane over us.
It was clear neither of us wanted to be the first on to talk, but also needed a moment to think of what to say. I knew I wasn’t going to talk first, Dexter was the one with all the complicated shit going on. I was just a innocent bystander caught up in it, who frankly was embarrassed to feel so strongly for him already. It had been just a little over a month and here I was wanting to make a relationship that had barely begun work out, anyone else and I would be running for the hill. Seriously pregnant ex girlfriend and a possibly crazy ex girlfriend who’s not a serial killer but ignored the fact Dexter had a man locked on a cage in a cabin. If any of that was true then that was insane, and the things she might do if she found out I was in the picture was unpredictable. I shuddered at the thought hut Dexter finally spoke up.
“In most cases police have found that majority of serial killers tend to be loners who didn’t get along with very man people, so having a girlfriend with kids made me the opposite of that stereotype. But with her ex-husband being a drug addict because of all the late nights out.” He paused for a moment and I let him know I was listening.
“So I ended up in rehab with Lila, I was just there to appease Rita but then Lila understood me. She saw past my facade and I honestly believed with her help I could stop killing, but she was obsessed and wanted to be the only positive influence in my life. She broke into Rita’s house and gave someone who wanted to kill me my exaxt location, pulling away didn’t work either she even affected my coworkers and accused one of assaulting her. And the cabin on fire was indeed her doing, she was try to protect me in her own way before trying to kill Rita’s kids in a fire next.” He paused once more with a heavy sigh as he recounted everything, i could practically see the furrows in his brows through the phone.
“Then there was you, mysterious and possibly dangerous. You knew exactly who and what I was yet you hadn’t revealed it, which I doubt would’ve been hard for you to forge belieable enough evidence to get people ok the right path. Then to find out you were like me was exhilarating, not to mention fascinating seeing how normally you function despite what you do. You were beautiful in ways I could never be and I was hypnotized, you’re not someone I need as a cover or to get over my dark passenger. You’re my true equal in life.” I felt my face flush at his words and couldn’t hide my smile as I listened, and I felt happy as he went silent again.
“That was.. a lot and truthfully I don’t know what to say in response to most of that. But I’m glad you see me as an equal, I’m certain we can figure out this Rita situation together.”
“I would completely understand if you ran for the hills right this moment.”
“I won’t Dexter, I’m your girlfriend and we’re in this together now.”
“Thank you…”
“Of course, but I should probably mention that when I was talking to Debra earlier I told her about us and well she didn’t take it well….”
“I’ll talk to her, don’t worry about it.”
“Okay, I just didn’t want to blindside you but just let her know I’m sorry.”
Dextered hummed in response and the air fell silent once again but it was less awkward this time. It was more so a natural pause as we both fully absorbed everything, it was a lot but I truly believed we could do it. I also felt I had a better idea of who Dexter was now, he longed to be understood and treated normally. I was starting to get the idea he wasn’t always like this, but it wasn’t my place to ask deeper questions that would tell me more at the moment. All I could do was wait for him to open up and give him a safe space to do so, I sighed and relaxed more into the couch and spoke up.
“I know you just got back home, but do you want to come over? Or I could come there.”
“I’ll be at yours in ten minutes.” I was flustered by the abrupt and sat up.
“Oh okay, I’ll see you soon then! Drive safe okay.” Dexter hung up and I quickly cleaned up and made sure that none of my cannibalism was visible for whenever Dexter got here.
Who had to have been speeding as he got here in record time, I heard a knock on my door just as I was tucking away a few more things. I patted away the dust on my hands and opened my apartment door, Dexters expression was blank and he stood outside my door not moving for a moment seemingly hesitating. I stepped forward and wrapped him in a hug which he welcomed, pulling me closer to him and holding me tightly. I wish I could understand what was going through his head, eventually I pulled him inside. We laid in my bed together just chatting as we laid side by side, it was like we were kids having a sleepover. We bounced from topic to topic, occasionally sharing pointers for our ‘hobby’, and dexter even told a few jokes. It was surreal and relaxing compared to the days previous events, I looked over at Dexter as he laid on his back staring up at the ceiling. I laid on my stomach resting my head on my arms as I faced him, he was telling me a story about Deb from when they were younger. The corners of his mouth twitched upward as he talked and I could see that it was a fond memory for him, I could help but smile as I nodded along as we continued talking.
“Do you have any fond childhood memories?” He asked as he turned to face me, I looked away as I thought for a moment.
“Uhm well I was an only child so I was pretty spoiled growing up, but I think my fondest memory is probably the first time I remember my mom cooking for me. I was super hungry and her cooking was so delicious, I ate until I nearly passed out.” It was a fond memory even if it was the first time she cooked human meat for me.
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It was just after my fifth birthday that I had spent with ‘them’, I was still recovering from the after affects and hadn’t been eating well. I spent most of my days bed ridden and starving, I remember waking up hazy from a nap as I smelt something cooking. I weakily crawled out of bed and made my way to the kitchen, the sun was pouring in from the windows and cast my mothet in an angelic glow. She was doing something over the stove and I approached her, I clung to the back of her leg hugging it tightly as I rest my head against her. She looked down at me and smiled sadly, “Would you like to try some? I think you’ll like it.”
I doubted her words but I wanted to try it, she feed me what looked like chicken on a spoon and I ate it. I was ready to recoil and spit it out but I didn’t, I chewed and it waa delicious. I felt my hunger grow and I looked up at her for more, she smiled again and now that I thought back on it she was crying. She sent me to the table and gave me a plate, that I practically shoveled it into my mouth and my mom had to slow me down several times. Before long I had eaten all of dinner by myself, and sat stuffed in the dinning room chair. Everything else was kind of blurry but I remember my mother picking me up and holding me for a while, then she brought back to bed and tucked me. Last thing I remember is her rubbing my face while i dozed off.
Summary: You and Dexter finally take the next step in your relationship, but as the saying goes one step forward and three steps back
Part 6
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As the sun came up I did end up getting called in to help at the cabin, thankfully I was already there. I helped set up the computers and mini lab that they’d brought from the station, it wasn’t very difficult but it was busy work that allowed me to get a better look at what happened without looking out of place. I had even received my own jacket which was nice, I finished setting up the last computer and kind of just stood off to the side unsure what else I could be doing right now. I wandered around looking at all the debris until I found Dexter, but just as I was about to talk to him both of us were called back to work. I sighed and just planned on calling him later.
I was sent home for the day since I’d already incurred more overtime than they liked, not that I was complaining it was kind of boring being there anyway. Besides as far as I was concerned Doakes was burned to death in that fire, unfortunate as it was but I was trying not to think about it. Guilt was a nasty emotion that eats away at you, I hated it and busied myself with other things. It had already been a day since the cabin fire, it was now Monday my usual day off. I lounged around in my pajamas on the couch doing the crossword puzzles in the newspaper as I sipped from my cup of coffee, I was surprised when there was a knock at my door. I set my coffee and newspaper down and got up, I stood in the mirror for a moment tidying my appearance slightly before opening the door.
I was greeted by a smiling Dexter who held a box of donuts in one hand and an envelope, I eyed him curiously and opened the door wider welcoming him inside. He set the donuts down on my dining table and handed me the envelope, he seemed unsure of himself like every action he was taking was new to him. His face remained neutral albeit I swore I could see the faint bit of hesitation in his eye, but I was drawn away from my thoughts as he spoke.
“I figured you liked notes with how many you sent to me, so I decided the best way to say this was through one as well. I’m not much of a baker so I brought donuts.” He gestured to the note prompting me to read it.
I opened the envelope and of course, there was a letter inside, I sat down at the dinner table and began to read the note.
“Last night was a mess but it solidified one thing in my mind, I want someone by my side who is clever, likeminded, and gorgeous. So I knew the first thing I needed to do was ask you to be mine. Would you like to become my girlfriend?”
The note was short and to the point but just as much as I expected out of Dexter of all people, despite that he hadn’t failed at being charming and I smiled as I set the note down on the table. I stood and wrapped Dexter in a hug startled him as he had become lost in his thoughts waiting for me to read the note. After a moment he hugged back and we stood there for a few moments basking in each other's warmth despite how warm it was here in Maimi. I pulled away after a moment and composed myself, I grabbed a donut out of the box.
“Of course, I’ll be your girlfriend, who knew you could be so sweet?”
“I certainly didn’t, that’s the first time I’ve ever written a love letter.”
“Awe I’m your first! I’ll cherish this forever, Dexter.” I took a bite from my donut and held the note close to my chest before walking to the fridge and hanging it up.
“You don’t have to do that, it’s just a letter.” He said bluntly but I could have sworn there was a hint of bashfulness in his tone.
“Yeah, just the first love letter I ever received from you. I have to cherish it because it may be the only one I’ll ever get.”
“So if I write you more love letters, you won’t pin that to your fridge?” He said with a sigh taking a donut for himself and I laughed.
“Okay I won’t but just know I’ll be waiting for another one.” I took the note down and set it on the counter as I wiped my hands before folding it and sticking it in my ‘recipe book’.
“That’s alright with me, but because we’re dating that does mean you’ll bake for me? I’m hesitant to admit it but I’ve been craving more of those muffins you made.”
“Oh really, the banana nut ones? I’m glad you liked them so much, I’ll definitely make you some soon then.”
“Thank you, the store-bought ones I got couldn’t compare. It was honestly a shame, I really did enjoy them though.” He said with a smile for a brief moment before his expression returned to neutral.
“Oh yeah, once you get home baked goods you can never go back,” I said with a laugh.
Dexter and I spent another hour together enjoying our morning before he did have to eventually part ways and head to work. As we were saying our goodbyes I gave him a small kiss on the cheek which I was surprised when he returned it with a kiss on the lips, he squeezed my arm and left shortly after. My face burned red at the thought and I grinned to myself kicking my feet up in the air, today was an amazing day by far and nothing could put a damper on my mood. After finishing the rest of the donuts I took the note out of the book and brought it into my bedroom, I set it on my vanity as I searched for something to keep it in. I hated to admit it but I was a slight hoarder, thankfully not to an unhealthy extent but still not very good either. I finally found it after searching the depths of my closet, I emerged with a small wooden box the perfect size for the note. Did I mention was handwritten? I tucked it inside the wooden chest and set it on top of my dresser beside the picture of my mom.
I picked it up and sat down on my bed, I traced my finger over the outline of her face. The photo was old in black and white, it was from she was much younger and before she had me. She looked beautiful and it made me miss her deeply, I hugged the photo tight to my chest for a moment before standing. I set the photo back on my dresser and went to look for my phone so that I could call her, I found my phone tucked underneath a pillow on my couch. I dialed her number and waited for it to ring.
“Hello, who is this?” She asked as her phone was old and didn’t show who was calling.
“It’s me, Mom, I was calling to check up on you and Stanley. How are you guys?”
“Oh hello sweetheart, we’re doing fine. Stanley’s out in the yard cutting some firewood for us, how are you, sweetie?”
“I’m doing good, today’s my day off so I’m just relaxing at home for now.”
“That’s good you deserve a nice day off, I know how hard you wo- Stanley you have to stack them neatly or they’ll all fall over!” Her voice grew muffled as she stepped away from the phone but she quickly returned.
“I hear Stan’s still lazy about cutting the firewood,” I said with a laugh and Mom sighed and I could almost see her shake her head.
“Yeah, you think he would learn after the first five times but nope. I swear that man is dumber than an ox, but I love him to pieces. How about you sweetie, any eligible Bachelor’s I need to come give my sign of approval?”
“I well- I am dating someone but it’s too early for any of that, but when I’m sure things are serious I would love to have you guys come meet him. I know you enjoy the weather down here, I still don’t understand why you won’t move.”
“Alright keep me updated sweetie, but you know me. All my friends are in this town and there ain't another place in the world where I belong, but I sure as hell love getting out of this cold!” We both laughed at her comment and I smiled.
“Well, I’ll leave you to it mom, just called to say hello. I love you.”
“I love you too sweetheart, now go get me some grandbabies!” She hung up the phone before I could even retaliate so all I could do was laugh at her words.
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Monday came and went, and before I knew it Tuesday was upon me. After I finished getting ready for work I made sure to grab the banana nut muffins in my fridge I had made yesterday for Dexter, with a smile on my face I left home for the department. It was a relatively short drive and I made it just in time to clock in, I said hello to my coworkers and sat down at my desk. I decided to check my assignments before heading upstairs to see Dexter, I only had two tasks so far one of them coincidentally in the homicide department which was perfect. I grabbed what I needed and the muffins before heading up there, I climbed inside the elevator but just as the doors closed a woman approached trying to get on as well but I reacted too late and couldn’t open the door. I just shrugged and got off the elevator at the next floor, I walked into the homicide department and smiled seeing that Dexter was outside his office.
“Hey Dexter, look what I’ve brought.” Masuka smiled over at me as Dexter eyed the muffin in the Tupperware I brought.
“I know we talked about it but I wasn’t expecting them this soon, thank you.”
“So does this mean the secrets are out now?” Masuka butted in with his shiny bald head.
“Yes, Masuka he knows it’s me. We’ve been on several dates at this point.”
“And when were you going to tell me this?!” He said baffled looking between the two of us.
“At the same time, I was going to tell you that we’re dating.”
“Dating!?” Masuka said a bit too loudly, the rest of the office looked over at is curiously and I smiled nervously.
“Well don’t scream it out loud you asshole!” I whispered loudly at him as I was slightly embarrassed.
“Sorry, but you guys are dating!? Since when?”
Since yesterday Masuka.” Dexter said finally inserting himself back into the conversation.
“Dexter?” An unfamiliar voice called out, all three of us turned to look and I saw the woman from outside the elevator.
“Rita? What are you doing here?” Dexter asked his brow furrowing slightly.
“You wouldn’t answer my calls so I had to come to see you in person, it’s important can we talk?” I glanced over at Dexter deeply confused.
“Now isn’t a good time Rita.”
“Then when is a good time, because you been blowing me off for the last week and a half? I really needed you, Dexter, cause-cause I’m pregnant.”
If things weren’t awkward before they sure as hell were now, especially considering the whole office had heard the entire altercation especially after Masuka had drawn their attention to us moments before. This whole situation made me feel sick truth be told, I grabbed the box of muffins and politely excused myself from the situation not wanting to be associated with whatever that was any longer. I’d be lying if I said my heart didn’t hurt, one day into dating my boyfriends got another woman pregnant. What kind of fucked up romance novel was this?
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To say Dexter was shocked was an understatement, he was baffled or flabbergasted even. Things in life were finally going right with the Bay Harbor Butcher case being closed and you as his girlfriend, but of course, things could only be right in his life for just a moment. Here he was outside in the parking lot with Rita as she talked on and on about how Dexter needed to step up so that they could raise their kid in a happy home. And Dexter waivered, what he had with Rita wasn’t awful. She made for the perfect cover life and he truly did think fondly of Aster and Cody, he needed to step up and be a father. But on the other hand, there was you, an option yet to be explored. You were someone who would understand him on a level no one else could and his girlfriend Rita had ultimately ended things between them a while ago, Dexter didn’t necessarily have to be with Rita to be a dad. He remembered the hurt expression on your face even as you politely excused yourself from the situation, you didn’t get angry or shout like Lila would have nor did you cause a scene and cry like Rita had. He had no idea what you were thinking and he hoped he hadn’t ruined things with you, but he needed to deal with Rita first.
“Are you even listening to a word I said, Dexter?”
“Yes, you want me to come back and raise our child together.”
“Yes, they deserve the world and the best chance at life. So you’ll come by the house later today? Astor and Cody miss you, I miss you.”
“I’ll stop by but Rita we broke up, you broke up with me.”
“Yeah, I did, because you cheated on me with your ‘sponsor’.” She said her voice growing heated.
“I did do that, and it wasn’t right for me to do that. I’m sorry.”
“I forgive you, but you still need to come by the house. We need to talk in-depth about the baby because I am keeping it.” She said standing up and grabbing her purse.
“Okay, I’ll see you later Rita,” Dexter said with a quiet exhale of air, he looked away and out into the distance with a frown. He saw Lila and knew that this couldn’t and wouldn’t be good.
Summary: Dexter ponders if he should go back to rita but wavers as you understand him in ways she could never
Part 5
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Our second date was better than the first, then the third one was better than that, and so on. We went on several more dates and our relationship, albeit currently undefined, seemed to be going swimmingly and at a beautiful pace. Of course, it had only been a few weeks, so I wasn’t expecting to rush into a relationship right away but I was hoping it would be soon. However, from what I had learned from getting to know Dexter, he would need more than just a few hints to take that next step. I could tell that his hobby took up a majority of his waking moments and that he rarely allowed himself to live life beyond a cover for his killing. Truthfully the more time I spent observing Dexter and his mannerisms the saddened I became, he was like me in a way but his problems were rooted so deeply in him that he must think that being a killer is all he is.
I sighed to myself as I glanced over at Dexter, I had invited him to my place for dinner. We sat hip to hip on my couch, his arm draped over my shoulder and his gaze focused on the TV. He occasionally sipped from the beer in his hand as he quietly watched the sitcom on TV, his grip on the beer was loose and his finger traced the outline of the label. His expression was relaxed and blank as he watched but I swear I could see his lips twitch upwards as he watched the show, eventually, he noticed me staring and glanced over at me curiously.
“Is there something on my face?” I smiled shaking my head.
“No, I just was looking at you was all.”
“You confuse me sometimes, I truly wish I understood you.” He said furrowing his brows before returning to his neutral expression.
“Well I mean you can ask me anything, I’m an open book.”
Dexter paused looking away for a moment thinking likely of what to ask, but it was clear he only had one question in mind. “Why do you do it? You don’t have a dark passenger like I do, and you clearly don’t enjoy it. So why?”
“Oh uh well that’s certainly a heavy question, I want the world to be a cleaner place even if I have to dirty my hands to get there.” Not a total lie but jot exactly the truth, how could I say ‘I eat people’?
Dexter’s face remained neutral and didn’t give his thoughts away, “That’s a very noble cause but I expected you to say as much.”
“You did? I didn’t realize I came off as such a justice freak, do you think that’s a bad thing?”
“Not necessarily, the world needs more people willing to clean up all the trash littering it,” Dexter said with an uncaring shrug.
“That’s a great way to look at things, but now I have a question for you.”
“Hmm?” He faced me fully his eyes locked onto mine.
“Why did you agree to go on a date with me?”
Dexter didn’t respond diverted his gaze but eventually responded still looking away, “I thought things would be easier if I had someone like me by my side.”
“That doesn’t answer my question, we could have very well have just been friends.” I was wary of pushing too hard but I couldn’t help but hope that maybe there was more to it.
“…I thought that you were pretty and intelligent from how fast you were able to find me out, it was very attractive.” He admitted glancing back at me as his body grew stiff.
“Can I ask you another question?” I asked with a smile.
“Another one? What is it?”
“Can I kiss you?” He seemed shocked by the question and froze.
“Just don’t ask me why I said yes later.”
Dexter said as he turned towards me, I hesitated surprised he actually agreed but smiled and leaned over to kiss him. Our lips met uncomfortably and uncertainly at first, but as we both relaxed the kiss softened. I rested my hand on his chest and his hand came up to cup my cheek, the kiss was soft and gentle but quickly heated up due to our close proximity. Our lips parted and he slipped his tongue into my mouth, our tongues danced together slowly as we got to know each other's mouths. Dexter quickly took charge his tongue dominating mine as he set his beer down and pulled me into his lap, further intensifying the kiss. We pulled away for a brief moment to both catch our breaths before our mouths were connected again, I fumbled with the buttons of his shirt as his hands roamed my body curiously.
We both jumped at the sound of Dexter's phone ringing, at first he ignored it but as they called a second time he pulled away and took out his phone. Judging from his expression I assumed it was Deb, I climbed off his lap and let out a small laugh. Dexter looked at me before standing and answering the phone, he wandered off to another part of the house and I just sat there running a hand through my hair. I hadn’t expected things to grow that intense, not that I minded, though the thought of sleeping with Dexter had crossed my mind a few times. Admittedly he was an attractive man, albeit strange and a bit awkward he still had his own charm. I let out a sigh as I sunk back into the couch waiting for him to return, which he did after a while tucking his phone into his pocket. He looked at me with a strange intensity but it quickly disappeared as his neutral expression returned.
“That was Deb calling about the butcher, I need to go.”
“I figured, go it would suck if you got caught so soon.”
“Okay, I’ll call you.”
Dexter turned toward the door but hesitated before opening it, I looked at him confused as he turned back around and approached me. He leaned over me capturing my lips in another kiss as he squeezed my thigh, I was startled but welcomed the kiss. He pulled away prematurely and left me breathless and I just looked up at him slightly aroused but intrigued, he just stared back not saying anything at first before straightening up.
“Let’s pick up where we left off next time.” Before I could respond he was already out the door, leaving me speechless and dumbfounded.
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Dexter knew he shouldn’t be doing this this was wrong, he needed to fix things with Rita and make up for the whole Lila situation. But how could he do that when things felt so right with you? The more dates he went on the more he saw how perfectly you would fit into his life compared to Rita, he saw that even more clearly when you didn’t look at him sideways for rushing to his sister's aid. Rita never complained but Dexter always saw the look she gave him, and he’d be lying if it didn’t irritate him. But you were perfectly fine with rescheduling for another night, no questions asked especially when it came to things involving his dark passenger. It was a breath of fresh air Dexter didn’t know he needed, not having to always come up with a reasonable lie because you knew and understood him. It was almost enough to convince him not to turn himself in, how could he put an end to the spark you two had when it had barely even begun? Deb was the final nail in the coffin who truly convinced him not to turn himself in though. It was a good thing he made up his mind when he did as the police were closing in on the cabin and Dexter needed to get there before the police did, he had finally gotten Debto to leave his apartment and he started gathering his tools when he heard the door open again. He hurried out of the bedroom confused as to why Deb had come back but was surprised to see it wasn’t her at all, just you.
“I got a call from work as soon as you left, they found your cabin.” Dexter was momentarily stunned but not surprised that you knew about the cabin.
“I’m trying to head over there now to deal with it, if they find Doakes in a cage it kind of ruins my frame job.” He said turning around and heading back into the room.
“Perfect let me come with and help, two hands are better than one.”
Dexter was about to argue but decided against it as you were right, “Fine, but we do things my way alright?”
“Fine by me, they’re probably already in the woods by now. They found his car twelve minutes ago which I hope was nowhere near the cabin.”
Dexter wasn’t happy to hear that but he prepped his tools even faster, you both were out the door and into his car as fast as possible. Dexter flew through the streets trying to get to the cabin before they did, it was easier to break the speed limits once he was on the old country roads but he wasn’t getting there fast enough. He spied a familiar-looking car speeding as well in the opposite direction but he didn’t think much of it due to the more pressing matters. As he pulled into the dirt path a police officer stopped him from proceeding further, Dexter quickly pulled out his ID and you did the same.
“Hey, Dexter Morgan Maimi metro P.D. Forensics. We’re here to join the search for The Bay Harbor Butcher.”
“I’m from IT but all hands on deck right?” You said and the officer just shrugged it off.
“The search is on hold right now until they sort of the confusion.”
“Confusing, huh?”
“Yeah, it’s a real mess. Take a right at the fork and park outside the line of fire trucks.” Dexter nodded and slowly pulled off.
“Confusion requires firetrucks?” Dexter said aloud.
“And here I was hoping you had an idea of what was going on.”
He continued driving and parked behind the firetrucks, Dexter got out of the car and turned to you but you stayed in the car. He nodded knowing that he had the proper qualifications to be here while you did not, Dexter glanced at you once more before walking away as he put on his forensics jacket. You waved and just sat there watching in awe as they put out the fire, Dexter continued walking until he heard Debra call out to him.
“How the hell did you get here so fast, I just got here and I took a helicopter with Lundy.”
“I broke a lot of speed limits. After you left, I realized you were right. I didn’t want to miss the action. But what happened?”
“They think a propane tank exploded."
“How?” Dexter asked looking away from the fire and at Deb.
“Do I look like a fucking fire chief?”
“Well did they find a body?”
“Just bits and pieces so far,” Deb said as she walked back towards Lundy.
Dexter sighed he was trying to work out in his mind what the hell happened here, at least he knew you weren’t involved seeing as he had been with you all night. He wouldn’t be surprised if Lila was, now that he thought about it he did see her car on the way here. It all seemed to click in his head, she was a serial narcissist and obsessed with him. It made sense she would do something like this to get under his skin, but all Dexter needed to do was confirm his suspicions and he’d have all the justification to kill her. For now, he needed to make sure that his frame job was still going as planned, he would be in trouble if the police believed that Doakes was simply another victim and Dexter couldn’t have that. He had finally been able to relax, he didn’t need the police heavy on his back again.
Summary: After lots of games it is finally time for meet Dexter in person
Part 4
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The last few days were hectic, to say the least, with Dexter’s constant crew of agents surrounding him it was hard to send him any more goodies without risking exposing my identity earlier than I intended. I wasn’t sure if they’d allow me to send him treats without thoroughly expecting anything I send so I held back. Things were also hectic due to the new developments in the Bay Harbor Butcher case but also a big lead on someone the fraud department had been trying to catch for months, meaning my team was split pretty thin throughout the building trying to help with major and minor technology errors. It was absolutely insane how many calls we got where it was usually a simple fix, I love my job but god some of my coworkers are idiots. I crossed my arms over my chest with a sigh as I walked down the hallway past the homicide department towards the elevator, I couldn’t help but peek through the glad walls, I was surprised to see that Dexter and his entourage were nowhere to be seen. Though I could see him and another guy hiding away in the back, my attention was drawn away as I heard a voice call out my name. To my surprise it was Debra, Dexter’s sister, I didn’t know her very well but we had started talking more frequently as she’s needed my help quite often as of late.
“Hey! I haven’t seen you up here in a while, how have you been?” She said with a smile tucking her hands into her pockets.
“I’ve been alright considering everything that’s going on, how are you? I heard you guys found the butcher.”
“I’m alright as well, I’m just glad we’re close to putting this guy behind bars. It fucking sucks he was one of us though, you just never know what a person is like behind closed doors yknow?” I nodded stiffly trying not to laugh at the irony.
“Yeah, yeah it’s awful. The world’s a really scary place, but uh can I ask what was the deal was with all those FBI agents and your brother?”
“Ugh don’t even get me started on that, they were his protective detail just in case the butcher came after him but he fucking called them off. I was actually headed to go give him a piece of my mind about that when I saw you.”
“Well, they did seem kind of suffocating..” She gave me a look and I raised my hands defensively, “Sorry not my place, I’ll let you talk to him then.”
“Thanks, I will but uh I was wondering if you would maybe want to grab some drinks later?”
“Oh, I’m sorry not tonight, I probably won’t be done until very late. Maybe another time, first round on me?” She frowned but nodded, she patted my shoulder before storming off to see her brother.
It was great news to hear that Dexter’s constant security detail was gone but it also meant he was off to cause trouble tonight and I was going to figure out what. For now, since I have the chance I should probably send another note, I left the department and headed back to my office. I didn’t like the fact I was going to have to print it here but it would have to do for now, I didn’t want to wait too long and lose his interest and curiosity. Once I was back in my office I had to figure out what I was going to write, the other notes came easy but this one was harder to write. The big finale of our interaction was coming, the day we were set to meet in person, I was thankful I had scheduled it for a week or so after I sent the note as having him meet me with security detail would not have been fun. Now that I knew they were officially gone I could send another note confirming that I still wanted to meet him that Friday after not sending anything for nearly two weeks straight, I printed it out in my office and placed it in the bag with the double fudge brownies I had originally brought as a treat after lunch to instead give to Dexter. This time I would deliver it myself to spice things up. As I walked towards the elevator I wondered if he would try to kill me, that’s definitely something I had to consider. I know he kills murders but I don’t know the full extent of how he operates and if I’m safe from being tied down on one of his tables, but it was a risk I was willing to take. Of course that doesn’t mean I was going to meet him unarmed, I would take my own precautions. I stepped out of the elevator and glanced around making sure he was in his office and approached. I knocked on the door and held out the bag of brownies with the note as I smiled at him.
“Special delivery for Dexter Morgan.” I handed them to him and he offered them, I couldn’t help but notice the grin that briefly appeared on his face.
“Oh thank you, any chance you’re willing to tell me who this admirer is?” He asked as he set it down on his desk and looked away not expecting much.
“Sorry no can do, but I hear it won’t be long. Make sure to clear your calendar for Friday.”
I smirked and turned to make a quick exit when I saw the infamous Lila who Debra could not shut up about, she frowned and I knew she saw my interaction with Dexter and I could only imagine what she was thinking but it couldn’t be good. Before I could do anything she said goodbye to the detective she was talking to and hurried out the room towards the elevator. I sighed knowing that there was no way that this could end well, I left the department with a glance back at Dexter. It wasn’t a surprise that our eyes met again, I just smiled and disappeared out the door.
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Dexter read the note as he savored the brownie, it was delicious as always but his mind drifted to the brief conversation with a particular someone who he’d been seeing more frequently around the office. Most would say it was a coincidence but Dexter had stopped believing in those long ago with the job he had, they had to be the secret admirer or very closely involved with them. It didn’t make sense though, how could someone so normal and friendly be like him, he simply refused to believe it. From the most recent note it appears he’ll have an answer soon enough, they reiterated their intentions to meet at the beach beside Coral Cove Marina tomorrow afternoon. It was unsettling how much they knew about him and Dexter wondered if he would have to kill them, his number one rule was to not get caught and it’s not like they were innocent. But if he was interpreting the notes correctly they were likely about as innocent as he was, it was conflicting and killing them would make him the biggest hypocrite. Harry’s code has never prepared him for a situation like this. What right would he have to kill them if they worked under a similar code of conduct as he did? If what he did was just how could he persecute you for the exact thing he would be doing to you?
Rather than fretting over the ethical conundrum of his secret admirer, Dexter had other matters that needed his attention like whether or not he would have to kill this ‘Harlow’ person, after searching up his phone number it wasn’t hard to find his full name. Dexter put Christopher Harlow into the department's database, a known alias for one Jose Garza who had committed various crimes but none of which involved murder. Dexter didn’t need to kill him as long as he didn’t know where the cabin was, so he sent a quick text inviting him there to get his ‘snow’. Dexter didn’t wait long for a response and was relieved to hear that he had no clue, he tucked the phone back into his pocket and stood up. He needed to have a quick chat with Debra but more importantly, he needed more answers from Doakes. What he said had stuck with him, was Harry truly not who he said he was?
★ ✮ ★
Of course, I followed Dexter after he left work, I knew better than anyone he didn’t ditch his security detail just to lay around at home and watch tv porn. My suspicions were confirmed when he didn’t take the usual right at the light toward his apartment, I drove far behind keeping a safe distance between us to avoid being caught. Which grew harder to do as he ventured into the more rural part of Maimi, eventually he turned down a long dirt road. I watched as he took one more turn and eventually turned off his car, as I crept slowly towards the turn I could see up ahead was a very remote cabin. Now that I know where it was I could come back later to see what exactly he was doing here, for now, I had more important things to tend to like Franklin Graney.
The thirty-eight-year-old phone technician who not only kills people but violates them alive and dead, he’d just finished checking in after his last job for the day and was about to head home. He made his way to his truck but before he could even unlock it I came up behind him and used my wire garrote to strangle him, I forced him to kneel on the ground and pushed him away from me so he couldn’t reach back to scratch me. It only took a few minutes for him to pass out, I let his body haphazardly fall onto the concrete. I left him there and pulled my car up beside his, then I dragged him into my backseat. I got into the front and sighed, I peeked back at him through my rearview mirror with a frown but resolved myself to finish the job. I pulled out of the parking lot and headed to paradise.
Paradise was in the basement of an abandoned hospital, specifically an abandoned hospital with a morgue built into its basement which was equipped with everything I needed. Of course, I had to rig a few things to work the way I needed them to and clean things very deeply, it was awful in here when I first found it. Now it looked quite nice and I had even decorated it to my liking, and I had taken several measures so that any wanna-be urban explorers wouldn’t be able to get down here even if they tried. It was truly perfect. I turned on my music and got to work dismembering and draining the blood to save for later.
It was nearly midnight when I finished, cleanup was messier than usual today but I got what I needed. Unfortunately I couldn’t bring any of the meat or blood I harvested home because Debra was, unfortunately, spending the night, after we went drinking the last time she confided in me about her relationship with Lundy and apparently took that as us being friends now. I wasn’t a big fan of Debra but if I was going to pursue Dexter I figured it wouldn’t be a bad thing to befriend her, so even if it was unconventional to have her over I was prepared for this. It took a lot of reading, trial, and error but I had successfully managed to rig this floor to a generator which allowed me to use the mortuary fridge. I slid out one of the chambers originally used to store bodies and set the coolers containing the meat and blood onto it, then I slid it back in and shut the door. All I had to do now was take what was left of the body and incinerate it, I chose this hospital specifically because of its incinerator. I could start and finish my disposal of the corpse in one place and didn’t have to bother traveling around to complete the job it was wonderful, I placed the remnants on a cadaver stretcher and wheeled them into the other room. I opened the incinerator door and pulled out the long tray that slides inside, I transferred everything onto it and slid it back in. Then after pressing a button and pulling the lever, the incinerator roared to life, thankfully it was advanced enough to shut off on its own. I just had to come back for the bones another day, I walked back into the main room and grabbed my bag and keys before heading out. I needed to get as much sleep as I could considering what I had planned for tomorrow.
I quietly shut my front door behind me as I slipped off my shoes, of course, Deb had just tossed hers over here haphazardly. I bent over and neatly put them to the side like mine, as I stood back up I was surprised when a light turned on behind me. Debra was sitting up on the couch still awake, I completely forgot that she was still struggling to fall asleep when she was on her own. I smiled over at her and approached.
“You really were out super late.”
“Yeah, I really needed to blow off some steam then I ended up driving around not realizing how late it had gotten.” She nodded but still looked at me a bit odd.
“I see, well I’m glad you’re back safe. I was starting to think something bad happened to you.” I gave her a spin and smiled.
“Well as you can see I’m A-okay, but I desperately need a shower and to sleep for at least a decade.” I walked past her towards my bedroom, “ Good night Deb oh and I probably won’t be at work tomorrow by the way.” I said before shutting the door behind me, I desperately needed to sleep in and prepare for my meeting with Dexter tomorrow.
I tossed my bag off to the side of my bedroom and started to undress, I grabbed my towel and got into the shower. The water was warm and poured down my back it was like a really wet and warm hug. I reveled in it as I wrapped my arms around myself, killing people wasn’t something I had ever come around to enjoying and wasn’t what I wanted to be doing with my life. I had my life fucked from the beginning by people even more fucked up than I had become, so now I kill people so that I could cannibalize them. What a twisted life I was living, everyone I knew would be mortified to learn about what I do or the kinds of things I eat. Though if things continued the way they were nobody ever would, I finished showering and stepped out. The bathroom was warm and foggy from all the steam from my shower, I wrapped my towel around me before wiping away the steam on the mirror. I stared at my reflection briefly and a bloody monster stared back at me, I turned away and quickly left the bathroom. I just needed to go to bed rather than dwelling on things I couldn’t change as it wasn’t doing me any good.
Friday morning came faster than I anticipated but I made sure to call out yesterday so I slept in until ten, though it was hard to stay asleep when I had exciting plans for today. I got dressed and practically ran out the door, thankfully Deb had already left. I got into my car, I still had some time before it was noon so I decided to check out Dexter’s cabin in the woods before meeting him at the beach. I struggled a bit to remember where I was going but the closer I got the easier it was to remember, and eventually, I made it. Thankfully it seemed Dexter wasn’t here right now, I got out of the car and my clothes flowed slightly in the breeze. I nervously approached the cabin, it was old and looked damn near run down. I opened the door and was instantly met with a foul but familiar stench, I winced but stepped inside despite it and was surprised to see Sergeant Doakes locked behind a cage.
“Thank you, god, please you have to get me out of here.” He said with a relieved sigh as he stood up.
“What-what happened to you? Why are you locked up here?” I asked mostly to myself as I approached the cage resting my hand against the bars.
“It’s that freak, Dexter Morgan, he’s the Bay Harbor Butcher and he locked me in here. You have to get me out, the keys are over there.”
I frowned and I genuinely felt bad, to be honest, I liked Doakes and respected him as an officer but I couldn’t let him expose Dexter when I still had business with him. I thought for a moment debating what I should do, I didn’t want to leave him here as realistically Doakes hadn’t done anything wrong besides getting too close to the truth. Which was probably why Dexter hadn’t killed him already. It was his problem to deal with and I really shouldn’t get involved, I turned around and bolted out of the cabin despite his cries for help. I felt sick to my stomach, just leaving him there but what was I supposed to do? I had finally found someone somewhat like me, how could I throw away a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity like this? I quickly turned my car around and drove as fast as I could back to the main road, I decided to head to the beach even though there was still time before noon. I could hang out there and wait for Dexter to arrive but also spend some time clearing my head.
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After an enlightening but also earth-shattering conversation with Captain Matthew Dexter was lost, despite that he still arrived at the beach on time to finally find out who this secret admirer was. He stood far away from the shore in the shade with his hands in his pockets, he stared off into the distance where the ocean stretched out for miles farther than he could see but he also observed the various people littered across the beach. So when someone approached him from his left he turned to see who it was, and his suspicions were confirmed though it left him with far more questions than answers. She smiled at him but seemed apprehensive and kept a safe but reasonable distance.
“See we finally met huh? I’m sure you’re already working out how to get rid of me in your head which I wouldn’t recommend unless you want everyone at the office to know it was you. I’m just here to talk, now can we do that or are you going to take care of me like you did Roger?” Despite her body language showing how anxious from her eyes Dexter could see she wasn’t afraid.
“I have to admit I’m impressed by how bold you are, but you know me well. I won’t kill you for now just don’t give me a reason to.” He said narrowing his eyes slightly for a moment daring her to try something, “Why have you been sending me these gifts, what is it that you want from me?”
“That’s a great question, honestly at first I was just messing with you but then I grew curious once I found out you were the infamous Bay Harbor butcher. We operate in similar ways and I was a bit envious of how neatly you worked, at some point I started to look up to you and maybe even develop a crush.” She admitted turning away and walking further towards the beach, “It’s not every day you meet a serial killer especially one with morals. I figured we could be friends or something.” She said with a laugh as Dexter followed slowly behind her as they walked along the beach.
It was weird for Dexter to hear the words ‘serial killer’ fall so casually from her lips as she laughed like it was the most innocent thing in the world. Dexter’s mind was a whirlwind of emotions and complex thoughts, he wasn’t sure what he was expecting when they asked to meet him here. But he definitely wasn’t expecting a genuine love confession, sure they had been sending him notes under the guise of a secret admirer but he assumed it was just an excuse. Not to mention he was still conflicted as you did have morals on killing like he did so it’s not like he could justifiably kill you, this entire situation was baffling. Dexter couldn’t say he wasn’t attracted to her though, despite being weary she still carried herself with a confidence and aliveness that he didn’t have. He couldn’t wrap himself around how she could when they were the same, what did she have that he didn’t?
“That was a bit forward, wasn’t it? I’m sure this is kind of a lot.” She said with an awkward laugh, Dexter wondered if she could read his mind.
“I just never imagined I would find someone like-minded, but you want to be friends? How do I know you won’t just betray me?”
“Uhh I don’t know…” She paused thinking for a moment weighing her options in her head, “I could give you the location to my kill room? Then you could give me something more concrete about, uh let’s call it our hobby, then we’ll be even. Is that good enough for you?” Dexter thought for a moment, he hesitated but he’d be lying to himself if he wasn’t desperate for a connection much like this one.
“Sharing our vulnerabilities would be enough for me to consider this friendship, I keep my tools in a secret compartment in a chest in my apartment.” Dexter frowned as soon as the words came out his mouth, why did he tell her that, he could be risking his entire well-being just for some woman. But after everything going on with Rita and Lila, he needed someone more like-minded and rational.
“Oh so that’s what was in that trunk, I knew it was suspicious. Well, there’s this abandoned hospital on the outskirts of town that closed a little over a decade ago, in the basement is where I keep everything and do my work. There now we both have a safeguard in case of the other.”
“Yes, mutually assured destruction.”
“Exactly, but now for the other reason I invited you here. I do want to actually get to know you as a person Dexter, so how do you feel about treating this as an actual date?” She extended her hand out to him offering to hold hands.
Dexter mused for a moment with an unreadable expression as he stared down at her hand, “An actual date doesn’t sound bad. That’s fine with me.” He laced his fingers between her and she smiled.
“Perfect, I should probably start by introducing myself.” She told Dexter her name and he remembered Debra mentioning her once or twice, “Anyway do you know why I chose this beach?” She asked.
Dexter nodded and listened quietly as the woman went into a long speech about why she had chosen this beach besides its connections to Dexter. They walked along the shore as she did hand in hand with the sun shining down on them from high in the sky, from afar they appeared to be a normal-looking couple on a normal date. Dexter still wasn’t sure what to make of all of this, but he was at least enjoying the company as she made for a decent conversationalist. Not to mention he didn’t have to sugarcoat what he said because of a certain hobby of his because she understood, it was refreshing for him. Intoxicating even, his grip on her hand tightened slightly as he stared forward listening carefully to her words.
★ ✮ ★
We ended up walking along the shore talking for several long hours, well I did most of the talking as Dexter wasn’t exactly the chatty type which was fine. He still responded and was actively listening to what I said and occasionally when the topic broached something he was passionate about then he became chatty, but just as quickly he’d go quiet as if he was afraid to be passionate about anything. It was odd but I decided not to comment on it, as it was still the first date and I would have plenty of time to learn about him. Especially about the way he operated, and at some point our conversation drifted that way. I had seen his neatness in person, and I complimented him on how amazing it was that he never left a crime scene. He was very interested in how I disposed of my bodies though, I kept it vague and only talked about the incinerator. It was too early to talk about my cannibalism, I’m sure that’d scare him off faster than I could say, cannibal.
Eventually, the conversation strayed away from our extracurricular activities, we talked about our masks and he was curious how I hid who I really was so well, we talked about family, our normal pass times, and at some point the meaning of life. It was nice being able to let go like this, not having to hide what I do because someone wouldn’t understand. It was like I was breathing for the first time, and from the relaxed smile on Dexter’s face, I could tell he felt the same. I glanced past him and could see the sun setting over the horizon, it was a beautiful sight and the sun illuminated Dexter with a warm glow.
“This is so nice, I feel like I just let a huge weight off my chest. Not to mention the sunset is amazing, it’s so beautiful.” I said walking towards it as Dexter followed closely behind me as our hands were still linked.
“Yeah, admittedly this is kind of nice. I almost feel alive.” He said staring out at the sun with his hand on his heart.
“News flash buddy, you always were alive. You’ve been living every moment, I think you just can’t see it.” He glanced at me but didn’t respond so I changed the topic, “So does this mean I get a second date? I think this went too well to end with one.”
“Yeah, I think a second date would be quite nice.”
Summary: You continue sending dexter treats as he tries (and fails) to find out your identity.
Part 3
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Dexter never could’ve imagined things in his life getting any worse than they already had, but life was cruel so of course it did. Rita had ended things with him after finding out about the overnight trip he took with Lila, just as he thought maybe there was a better future for him with Lila she went absolutely psycho and nearly got him killed by the same man who killed his mother, Lundy and his team were far too close to catching him than he was comfortable with, and Dexter still had no clue who this secret admirer who knew too much was that had continued to send him baked goods and notes. Despite all that the admirer that knew too much was likely the only thing that hadn’t been stressing him out as of late, surprisingly that is. Unlike everyone else they weren’t prying into his life or trying to control him, as far as he knew at least, rather it seemed they were simply interested in learning more and forming a friendship of sorts. One of mutual understanding as in one of their notes he had come to learn they also had unique after-hour hobbies, and from what they were letting on they had a code similar to his own. All of this only made Dexter even more curious about who this admirer was, unconsciously he craved to be understood by someone after what happened with his brother. It was all too perfect, especially if this admirer followed similar rules as he did maybe he would have a true friend that could understand him entirely. Dexter hadn’t realized it yet but he grew obsessed with the idea and spent each day eagerly waiting for another note and baked good, he had to admit that whoever this admirer was they were a damn good baker. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the attention, especially with the thrill of it being from someone like-minded. Even though it made his heart race when he received a note revealing they knew he was the Bay Harbor Butcher, Dexter nearly collapsed when he read it but it gave him an odd thrill that someone had so easily found him out and despite that continued to admire him from afar. Not to mention they flirted with him as well, Dexter would give anything to find out who this was but for now, he had hit a wall and could only wait for them to reveal themselves.
Admittedly, Dexter was a bit hesitant about this new love interest but considering how easy things were with them compared to the complex mess he had to deal with when it came to Lila and Rita. It wasn’t hard for him to warm up to the idea. Things with Rita were awkward and she kept pushing him away despite his explanations, and Lila had proven to be outright psychotic her actions only growing more and more outrageous. He needed someone mentally stable and less emotionally demanding, but also someone who understands him like this admirer. Something neither Lila nor Rita could do for him. Speaking of the devil, as Dexter starts to leave the department he frowns upon hearing Lila’s voice. He turns to see her surrounded by his coworkers laughing happily, if she couldn’t get through to him apparently she would go through to his friends.
“Ahah! Looks who’s come out of his cave?”
“Lila, what are you doing here?”
“She came to see me, bro.” Angel butted in with a proud grin on his face.
“Angel mentioned that he needed a decorator and well, a slot just opened up so I gave him a call.”
“I’ve always wanted a decorator,” Angel said with a grin his eyes glued onto Lila, Dexter pulled him off to the side away from the group, trying to warn him.
“Angel come here… she’s not really a decorator.”
“It’s not really my apartment that I want decorated.” Before Dexter could continue Lila came up behind them wrapping her arms over their shoulders.
“So hey, the boys here have persuaded me to go for a drink.”
“Or ten,” Angel playfully added and Dexter just stared back at him.
“Oh god, should I be worried?”
“Yes, you should,” Dexter said flatly as his eyes met Lilas but she only grinned and rubbed his nose with hers.
“Then maybe you should come with us, because who knows what secrets will come pouring out of me once the drinks start flowing.” She said as she entered the elevator but at the same time, an officer from another department stepped out, her brows furrowing slightly when she saw Dexter.
“Dexter Morgan? This is for you, and you better not break her heart got it?” The officer said narrowing her eyes as she handed him a cute mini drawstring bag of cookies with a note inside the bag rather than in one of the cookies, which was new.
No matter how complex the dessert they’d always managed to place it inside the goodie so maybe this note was something different. Dexter tucked the cookies into his pocket as he entered the elevator, which was when he realized Lila saw all of that. Dexter didn’t like the fact she had, because with the unstable behavior she was already showing who knows how she would react to more competition. Dexter glanced over at her and he could see the anger in her eyes and knew that this wasn’t going to end well.
★ ✮ ★
I was in the lobby just chatting with Jackie before she left work for the day, our idle small talk was just a cover so that I could maybe catch a glimpse of Dexter. To my surprise, he seemed less on guard about my notes, and I had a few guesses as to why. Primarily I assumed he finally realized I wasn’t a threat and had grown impartial to my notes, which meant it wasn’t fun for me anymore. It’s a tiny bit of a shame but I guess it is time to bring our game to an end, certainly glad I did something different with my note today. I had given him a note with a time, date, and place. We’d both had enough of the games and it was about time that we finally met.
Speaking of Dexter I watch as he and his team from homicide exit the elevator with a certain ‘skanky vampire’, according to Debra at least. The whole group was magnetized towards her, except Dexter who kept a very noticeable distance between them, pretty privilege is real but I guess there’s more to that pretty face from how he’s acting. Again our eyes met briefly for a moment and I just politely smiled and returned to my conversation, no need to raise any suspicion from him just yet. I watch out the corner of my eye as they leave the building, and of course, Jackie has to butt in.
“So how long are you going to do this secret admirer act, tits up and ask him out already!”
“Well you’re in luck I just did, I gave him some cookies and a note asking him to meet me somewhere.”
“Hooray! Oh my god please call me afterward and tell me all about it, don’t you dare leave out a single detail!” She said with an eager grin clapping her hands.
“I promise will, anyways I should probably get back to work. Drive home safely okay?”
She nodded and waved me off and we parted ways, I headed back into our office as I had been called in to do overtime. The system had been semi-frequently going haywire and they needed all computers working for whatever case they had begun to crack, though from the FBI agents lingering in the building much later than usual it wasn’t hard to guess which department had a breakthrough. I headed down to where the servers were to check on them, it was a short walk and I said a few goodbyes as others turned in for the night. Once I got to the room everything seemed to be in place but I double-checked anyway, and unfortunately for me, it seemed like a critter or two had gotten inside and had been nibbling away at the wires. I wrapped some electrical tape over the exposed parts of the wires as a temporary fix until I could call for pest control, but this meant I would have to replace some of the wires and disconnect some departments from the system. It wasn’t urgent though, the wires were still working as needed and as long as they didn’t chew through any wires things should be fine.
After handling the mess downstairs I started on a few miscellaneous tasks around the building, there wasn’t much for me to do which is why I hated being called in for overtime just in case something happened. I sighed as I spun around in my desk chair bored out of my mind, I had done literally everything I could at this hour. I even filed the paperwork for all the requests I’ve completed, even though doing so had made me drowsier than I already was. I decided to get some coffee to wake myself up, I stood and left the office and decided to head up to homicide. The FBI had been staying late so it was likely that they would have some fresh coffee I could ‘borrow’. I rode the elevator up to the next floor and casually walked into the department which was currently a ghost town minus the few agents and deputy chief conversing in the debriefing room, I just walked past them into the kitchen where thankfully there was a little bit of coffee left in the pot. I made myself a cup and leaned against the counter drinking it quietly, I hate when the station was like this. The silence always made me uncomfortable as it left me alone with my thoughts for too long, I could overthink and criticize all my actions up until this very moment with no distractions. I hated dwelling on them and always having someone I could chat with or have a conversation to eavesdrop on so that I could escape all the thoughts floating around in my head.
A welcome distraction came from Dexter Morgan and what appeared to be his FBI escorts, I watched as they brought him into the debriefing room. Thankfully the curtains were open and I could peek inside, they had Dexter sit down and were talking to him. I couldn’t make out what they were saying but it was likely about whatever was on the table in front of him, I decided to get out of there while they were still talking. I’d hate to get in trouble for snooping where I shouldn’t be, besides I think it’s almost time for me to go home anyway. As I walked out of the kitchen and passed the debriefing room I took one last glance inside, the thing they were talking about was some storage box with slides of blood inside.
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