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I stand there, amazed , at the FBI shoveling THE Will Graham into my Apartment. Ofcourse his belongings too.
I feel vibrations of steps, or rather mad stomping come from behind. I recognize those anywhere.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING , DEXTER?!" Ofcourse it was Deb, who else?
"Well...." She interrupted before I could finish my sentence "Dexter, I cannot handle another serial killer after the most recent one was my fiancé!"
"Calm down, Deb. I figured it would be safest if he was under supervision of two cops...?"
"You're barely a cop ,Dexter!! You're forensics!"
"Don't you remember me taking self defense in my 20s?"
I know she's abysmally mad , but it will pass, since I am her only and dearest brother dexter.
I peek inside the doorframe leading into my apartment, watching as they unload Will Graham like some feral dog at the shelter. He looks like all he wants is a good night's sleep and Debra looks like she wants to butcher me. Despite me being the one who's the Butcher.