Dexter: The Bay Harbour Butcher

Meet Morgan, Derek Morgan (Part 1)

The warm humidity of Miami was beautiful all year round, perfect palm trees pulsating in the breeze and water lapping at your feet on Miami's golden sand. It was a perfect place to get away for a while, at least it was for Derek Morgan.

Supervisory Special Agent Derek Morgan of the FBI. He had finally got his well deserved holiday, his others hadn't gone so well. A couple of years back he'd been on holiday with one of his co-workers SSA Greenaway. She met a guy and a few hours later was in the police station facing the charge of murder. She was innocent but Derek was still dragged into the case and his rest was interrupted. He didn't want the same to happen again.

Derek was laying down on one of the rentable sun loungers, top off, soaking up the sun. He could stay like this forever, the sun engraving itself onto his skin but he knew he couldn't. He had to be somewhere.

Derek got up and walked over to his car at the far end of the car park, t-shirt in hand. He unlocked his car and it beeped. He swung open the door to extreme temperature. He sat down and made all the windows recede into their respective doors. He was still driving his large black FBI-supplied Chevrolet SUV. It only reinforced the thought of work and how much he needed a rest from it.

He drove off. He was heading towards his rendezvous.

He arrived within a half hour, not too bad for Miami traffic. He was now deep in the heart of the Cuban community. He lied about this being an all pleasure trip, it wasn't, he was here for someone. He needed to get the words that haunted him so much off of his chest.

Derek drove along another long road, he was nearly there. He couldn't postpone it any longer, he needed the closure and so did the victims parents. Derek didn't realise but he was already there. He climbed out his car, putting his top back on and continued up the path to the place where James Hadavar's parents lived.

He knocked three times - strong and unwavering. There was no answer. He knocked again - strong and unwavering. A gate at the side of the house came open and a smiling man emerged, his smile; short lived. Mr Hadavar knew why Derek was there.

"Mr Hadavar, I'm SSA Derek Morgan. I'm with the FBI. Is your wife around?" Derek said, softly.

"Yes, yes. Oh, um come in" Mr Hadavar said as he waved me through the gate. Mr Hadavar walks straight up to his wife who's sat at a table in the sun and starts to speak to her in Spanish. "Se trata de Derek Morgan, que es del FBI y que quiere hablar con nosotros acerca de James."

"What did you just say to her" Derek probed.

"I just told her who you are and why you're here. Her English isn't that good" replied Mr Hadavar.

Derek sits down across from Mrs Hadavar and takes her hands in his own.

"I'm sorry to tell you this but three days ago your son was killed by a man known as 'The Light Bulb Killer'." I solemnly said.

Both the mother and the father burst out into tears. "How did you know it was James and that he was killed by this 'Light Bulb Killer'?" Mr Havadar asked.

"I'm a profiler, I analyse the behaviour of people and help catch them. This man used a very specific MO. He would hook the light bulb up to a portable power source and use it to scorch the forehead of his victims. Afterwards he would just place that same light bulb next to the victim as a calling card of sorts. This kind of killing symbolises his targets; smart and possibly successful people" Explained Derek.

The parents were still wailing, Derek hated doing notifications he wasn't the in-touch-with-his-feelings kind of person, that was always JJ's job. JJ had the motherly intuition and sometimes could understand what the families were going through. But not this time, it had to be me. It was personal.

 I met your son a month ago, he is-- I'm sorry, was, a very smart young man," Derek said. "He was afraid that his life was in danger and so he contacted my team at the FBI. I went to meet him." 

----- Flashback -----

Derek was stood in a four storey car park, it was empty. Cars were scattered about but it wasn't full nowhere near. Derek knew why James had picked this place to meet; it was dark, out of view and private.

The lift at the far end of the building dinged. It doors slid open and there stood a guy in a dark hoodie, he came towards Derek in a hurry. The hooded person was within five feet of Derek and he stopped.

"You're Derek Morgan, the one who I spoke to on the phone?" The hooded figure spoke with a spanish tint to his voice.

"Yeah kid, that's me." replied Derek.

The hooded person runs off back towards the lift, Derek is in pursuit. "Hey kid, wait up, I'm not going to hurt you" yelled Derek. The hooded person entered the lift and waited, facing outwards. In no time Derek was inside the elevator too. "Why'd you run kid?" said Derek.

"I needed to make sure you came alone" said James as he pulled the 'Emergency Stop' button out causing the lift to stop between levels.

"Okay, why so paranoid?" probed Derek.

"There's this guy, I got in way too deep. I borrowed a little bit of money, then a bit more, then a bit more. Now he's got a bounty on my head. This guy doesn't mess around when it comes to his money" said James.

"So why borrow the money if you knew he was trouble?" asked Derek.

"My parents were about to lose their house in Miami, they couldn't get a loan from the bank so I had to help them out, they're getting older so it's up to me to support them. They've supported me throughout my life and now its my turn" James said.

"This isn't my teams usual case you know, we can't just take jurisdiction because you've asked us to, we need to be invited in by the local police force" said Derek.

"I know, I don't need the whole team. I just need your help, please, for my family" pleaded James.

"Sure kid, sure" said Derek.

----- Flashback End -----