Daringly Decapitating Dexter

Remembering Harry

I arrived at The Blue Room at eight, as I said I would. If I didn't, Deb was in danger of exploding, which would have been a waste of a perfectly good cop. And sister. Deb was sitting at the bar, currently drinking a drink which I'm sure wasn't her first. "Jesus, Dex, you're finally here" "I said I'd be here at 8". Deb, threw me a glare. "Deb, another drink?" "Make it a double scotch" I ordered a double scotch and a beer and sat down next to Deb. Deb suddenly spoke "I always remember dad and Matthews coming here" I smiled and tumed to Deb "I remember the first time you came her. You lied about your age and got pissed. I also remember Dad's reaction" "Fuck you, Dexter" I only smiled. "So, I heard you got Alberto Talamanca" We nailed that cocksucker to the wall, with that fingerprint. Thanks, Dex" "Just doing my job" "I'm serious, Dexter, you did good. Dad would be proud" "Thanks, Deb.

"You know he'd be proud of you too, joining homicide and you'll get your shield soon enough" "I doubt it. Dad was never proud of anything I did, Dex. No matter how hard I tried, he was always too busy to give me a moment's notice. "That's not true, Deb, dad loved you and he was proud of you, even if he didn't always show it." I turned to my sister "And Deb, I'm proud of you. My little sister joining homicide" Deb gave me a look which was a mix of a smile and a glare. "I'm a mess, Dex, when dad was my age he already had his shield and I can't get one because of that bitch LaGuerta". "You'll get your shield, Deb; LaGuerta can't keep a good detective down forever; Matthews won't let her and besides, one day her scheming is going to catch up with her." Deb raised an eyebrow "You think?" "Yes, it always does in the end. Promise you, a year tops and we'll be toasting your shield" "You always know what to say to make me feel ok, don't you Dexter?" "I'm your big brother, It's my job". I looked down at my watch "Almost time" The hour struck and we toasted Harry, father and foster father extraordinaire, the architect of everything I am. He wasn't perfect, but then who is? Certainly not me. Harry gave everything he had to me, he gave me my life, my freedom and now it is up to me to live that life, make it mine, to take what Harry gave me and live the life he intended for me; the life that I want. Without him I would be lost, at sea without a paddle, but with Harry, with Deb, with Rita I'm home where I belong. That's rare for people like me, but I'm rare for people like me. I'm neither man nor beast. I'm something new entirely, with my own set of rules. I'm Dexter.