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We're Coming and We're Going	By : NightShadeCrimzon Category: 1 through F > Dexter Views: 1562 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-We're Coming and We're Going
- 2-Murder at the Disco part II
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We�re Coming and We�re Going

Disclaimer: Unfortunately I was not the mastermind behind Dexter. I wish I were, but sadly not. All belongs to the rightful owner, including unknown characters. They belong to me.
Chapter One, Murder at the Disco
Here I was assuming that it would be a usual Monday. You know, the worst day of the week, no special discounts for doughnuts, the day when you know exactly how the rest of the week is going to go? So far it seems like the rest of the week is going to be pretty bad. Luckily there�s Rita and the kids, but just how far will that luck go? By the looks of things, not very far. Saturday night, two people go missing. Sunday afternoon, one and a half found. Odd, but I�ve done weirder.

Thankfully everyone�s acting as close to normal as possible. Is anyone truly �normal�? I don�t think so. Deb is busy talking about her newest boyfriend like a schoolgirl but what else is new? Doakes is busy giving me the evil eye but that isn�t so much of a surprise. He always found me a bit creepy but now after hearing about this new case, those looks have intensified ten fold. LaGuerta is trying her best to ignore my sister by speaking somewhat privately with two others. New others, which is rather strange considering they gave my sister a hard enough time as is. They aren�t even from Miami, or even Florida.

�Some pretty fucked up shit, isn�t it?� Debra Morgan spoke as she leaned against Dexter�s desk. He looked up and gave his sister a puzzled look. �Those two. Right off of a fucking Indian Reservation in Arizona. Tribal police have enough of them?�

�Deb, please. I�m sure there�s a reason why they�re here.�

�Look at this!� she exclaimed and dropped two heavy manila folders of their information on Dexter�s desk. �Koya-whatever Ken�-whatever and Tala Nash-oba. The hell kinds of names are those?�

Clearly my sister was speaking loud enough that the man turned and walked over. He didn�t look thrilled to be here but then again he didn�t look like he hated it either. From the corner of my eye I could see the all too familiar arrogance Deb usually gets.

�Koyaanisqatsi Ken�ri�sen Nashoba. I take it you have a prejudice against my people,� he said in a rather chilling voice. It sounded too familiar and I could see the boy had issues. Issues similar to mine.

�Whatever,� my sister said and turned to head back to her desk leaving me with the emotionless Native standing before me.

�Uh�Hi, my name is Dexter.� Lame, I know. What else could I say to an angry Native who clearly had a poor outlook on life?

He stared at me and I held his cold gaze. He didn�t like me from the start but that was okay with me. �Well,� he spoke after what seemed like very long time. �You already know my name. One thing, stay out of my way.� Thanks, I think I will but I would really like to learn to pronounce your name Mr. Ice Man. Perhaps he would need to see dear ol� Dr. Meridian-oh wait, he�s dead. My bad.

Clearly LaGuerta was finished speaking with the woman and she decided to stop over while Mr. Ice Man went to speak with her. Just as her husband, she was just as cold.

�You must be Morgan,� she said as her arms crossed over her chest. I glanced up to meet sharp blue eyes. Unusual for Native Americans, but there�s the possibility of contacts.

�Yes, I�m Dexter Morgan. You�re Koyaanisqatsi�s wife?� Oh man, I completely messed up his name. Hopefully I was better than my sister�s attempt at it, though by her expression, I failed. I failed hard.

�Wife? No, he�s my son. Tall enough to by my husband, but I�m not into incest.� What a relief, she didn�t try to murder me. Her attempt at mild humor was rather�charming.

�Heh�well some are just naturally tall I guess.� Yet another lame comment. I really hate Monday�s.

Tala looked to Dexter with a raised eyebrow. �I suppose. Look, forgive my son. He�s moody,� she shook her head as she spoke, black hair slipping past her shoulders. �To get right to the point, there have been some killings going on the Res. Tribal police have tracked the suspect here but then all traces were lost. �

Dexter looked a bit lost as to why she was telling him that. �Uh-�

�Which brings me to my next point. I need to see your report on the two--one and a half bodies found yesterday afternoon. We have good reason to suspect that it is our guy.� The Native stood there anticipating for Dexter to show her but he just sat there staring. �My name is Tala Ohanzee Nashoba. I work with forensics and don�t make a damned snide remark about my people not having the money for it.�

Okay, I wasn�t really going to remark on that but no need for the temper. I looked at the file on my desk and moved the top folder a bit to check the name of the one beneath. Tala Ohanzee Nashoba, yup, this sociopath was right. The photo matched, though the picture given made her look like she was about to murder the photographer. For all we know she could have. Wouldn�t surprise me, photographer�s bug me.

�Uh, sure,� I managed to say and handed over my report. Doakes was going to be pissed but he can deal with Ms. Sociopath. She took the report from me and skimmed through it. �So�what tribe?�

Her eyes glared towards me over the rim of the folder. I could have sworn I saw skulls and crossbones in them. �You mean nation? I live on the Hopi Reservation in Arizona.� Right�Nation, Hopi. All the same to me. �Yup, this is the same guy. Mind showing us where you found him?�

�No, not at all,� I replied, not really wanting to get on the bad side of a sociopath. I knew both sides well.

�Good. I�m driving,� Tala replied and raised her eyebrows. She turned towards her son and called him over in I�m guessing is the Hopi language. He obviously flattered LaGuerta as he left, leaving Doakes fuming. �Morgan, this is my son Koyaan. Koyaan, don�t kill or harass him.� Kill. How nice of her.

Koyaan just glared and agreed with Nashoba, not at all wishing to. However it made the woman smile a strangely creepy smile and she turned to leave, digging out her car keys from her pocket. He glanced back to me and I felt a strange notion that this would turn out bad, though really, how would a day go if not bad?

Mondays�.

I do so solemnly swear never to allow Nashoba to drive ever again. I do enjoy living even if it seems�unlikely at times. It was not just her son that gave me the chills, but her motor skills; if she had skills to begin with. If I didn�t keep on getting the premonition of Koyaan�s impending doom upon me, I would have suggested he drive, but I�m not that risky.

�So this is the place then,� Tala said as she got out of the car. She and Koyaan held their ground as if used to it-they probably were.

�Yeah, well actually it�s down this way.� I never want to experience the awkwardness of stepping out of her vehicle ever again. Now I know what it feels like to be out on the rough sea. I took a moment to collect my balance that wanted to run away before leading them down a shallow path towards the beach. �The crime scene took place here and as you can se-�

�Morgan, I am not blind. I can clearly see well enough for myself.�

I closed my mouth after she spoke and looked away. I could feel Koyaan�s eyes burning into me. That kid was really bugging me. I didn�t like him at all, but there was little I could do�yet.

�It looks as if there was a struggle. According to the report, there wasn�t one,� Tala said, turning her maddened face towards me. All I could think of was Doakes� accusing glare. Heh�related much? �Morgan? Are you even listening to me?�

I looked back to Nashoba and nodded once. �Uh. Yeah. There wasn�t one. Someone must have changed everything.�

�Who would change a crime scene?� asked Koyaan bitterly. Doakes. That�s all I could see in the Hopi boy. The smirk he wore gave me no sense of comfort, but then again, what does?

�Someone who clearly has something to hide,� I began and sighed. Kind of like you Mr. Ice and Ms. Sociopath.

�Like this?� Great, another stranger from the abyss of horror Mondays. I really do hate Mondays. The stranger from the abyss strolled forward holding a sand covered�thing. I only hoped that this stranger was nothing like Koyaan, though from the looks of it, she was nicer. By a far.

�Mehnit Nashoba,� she spoke and offered her other hand. Just my luck. Another crazed member of the Ice and Sociopath family.

I took her other hand and shook it none the less. �Dexter Morgan,� I replied and took the clump of sand from her hand. I was relieved to find out that there was something hard and cold in the center of the sand.

�Your sister�s rather nice.� I looked up to her.

�You met Deb?�

�Er, well she was the one who told me you would be here. Took me forever to get here. She stole my car.� From the corner of my eye I could see Tala glare and barely heard her mutter something. My guess it was a curse.

�Oh, right,� I replied and forced a laugh. Yup, she was much better than Mr. Ice and Ms. Sociopath. �Where did you find this?�

Mehnit gestured closer to the road near a patch of prickly bushes. �Over there caught on a branch.�

Dexter raised an eyebrow and headed over to her, slipping in the sand. �Are you sure? That doesn�t-�

�It means everything,� Koyaan interrupted and jogged over to his twin. �The report said that there was a struggle.�

Uh, oh, looks like someone made a mistake and luckily I wasn�t the only one who heard it too.

�You just said that there wasn�t a struggle,� LaGuerta said, arriving at my side. She was accompanied by Doakes and Deb. Her sharp gaze snapped to Tala as well as everyone else�s eyes.

�I know I did. I wasn�t the one who spoke. He did.� This time all eyes shifted towards Koyaan. Even under the hard glares from LaGuerta and Doakes, he remained just as emotionless as before.

�Then I read wrong,� he admitted. To everyone save his family members knew otherwise. Oh yeah, me too.
�What do you mean you read wrong? You do not just read wron-� There goes Doakes again. Only this time he wasn�t on my case. Thankfully�for the moment.

�You, asshole,� Mehnit snapped and stepped up to her brother�s defense. �Back the fuck down or I swear I�ll have your head on a silver platter.� I think I�ll keep that one in mind.

From the moment the threat passed her lips Doakes was attacking. I started forward just to make sure no one killed.

The Egyptian woman snarled as she fought against Tala and Koyaan�s grip on her. Her body thrashed in their arms, putting up a tough battle. As for me, I tried to hold back Doakes. He got away from me, I fell to my knees. I could have sworn I saw him grin at that too.

I heard a sharp cry and at first I thought someone had kicked a puppy. Instead Doakes had given my new friend Mehnit a bloody lip. By this point their brawl intensified as she shoved off her family and lunged at Doakes.
Mehnit�s fist balled tightly until her knuckles shone pale underneath her Middle Eastern skin. Her threat to James Doakes was a major mistake and all knew that. She readied her punch but it was stopped at the click of a gun being unlocked. Her knuckles almost brushed against his cheek, growling as her icy blue eyes shifted towards Angel. Last time I checked, Rita didn�t growl when enraged�even with Paul.

A few other officers took hold of Doakes to pull him back, not wanting the scene to become any messier. LaGuerta and Deb took Mehnit by the shoulders to haul her back but she remained as stiff as a statue. I�m surprised she didn�t back down when Angel drew the gun. Impressive.

Mehnit spat to the side, her blood staining the sand and wiped her lip with the back of her hand. �I swear to you by Heru and Anpu that should you dare insult me or my family again, I will kill you.� Strong words for a woman who seemed so gentle. She turned to storm off, her shadow playing tricks underneath the boardwalk. I could have sworn I saw the shadow of a wolf where hers should have been. Interesting.

By the looks of things, this week has the potential to be quite interesting. Granted Doakes doesn�t kill someone, or vice versa. Though, in a way it wouldn�t be too bad, having Doakes end up dead. But like everything, it has its ups and downs. The Nashoba family proves to be interesting and should make this week weirder.

�By the way Dex, I agreed to allow them to crash with us. You now, doing the right thing and all,� my sister said. I could feel my jaw drop as I looked to her. She must be out of her mind especially after what she�s been through. I could understand, but what if the Nashoba family turns out to be like the Ice Truck Killer?

Spending everyday up until we catch the murderer with them seemed like hell. My brief enthusiasm about having a closer to normal week was shot down. Thanks, Deb.
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