Salt and Blood 4/25
Chapter 4
There was nothing I could do to help with the case of Mister-beaten-to-death-with-a-baseball-bat-John-Doe. I could proof that the murder weapon had been in fact a baseball bat, but for the rest I had to wait for the DNA analysis. And listen to Masuka's babbling about that strip bar he wanted to take us.
From my place I had a pretty good overview over the office. I saw Quinn on the phone and my sister reading a file and then I saw them. Two young men, both tall but the taller one could get into a competition about being the highest mountain in Florida with Little Chino. Not that massive and he was hunching his shoulders like he wanted to hide his height but still. They both wore ordinary suits and an easy smile I knew too well. I saw it very time I looked in a mirror.
They shook hands with LaGuerta and took a seat in her office.
"Who's that?" I nodded in the direction to get Masuka's attention from the strippers to the guests in our boss' office.
Masuka squinted and shrugged his shoulders like he wanted to say: Who cares? But it gave me an excuse to leave my office to ask Deb the same question. Not that I was really interested in the men at that point of time but I wanted to get rid of Masuka without using a knife.
"You got the DNA?" Was Deb's question before I could ask her mine.
"The test is still running." What could I do? I'm a genius when it comes to blood but even I couldn't make the machines run faster.
"What do they want?" I pointed with my thumb over my shoulder.
"Fuck, if I know."
Through the window I watched LaGuerta and the two men. I couldn't put my finger on it, however, the shorter one of them - and short was only the right word as long as he stood next to the other guy - rang a bell. A bit older than his partner - or whatever they were - but I didn't think he had hit thirty yet. Quite attractive if I read the expression on my sisters face correctly which I might did not.
I had to admit I'd seen uglier examples of mankind and at least the older one knew about his effect on women. However, after a few minutes LaGuerta smiled at the younger one of the two way more often. Finally they seemed to have come to some kind of agreement. They stood and shook hands and then the men followed LaGuerta into the main office area. After a quick look around to make sure that everybody was there and listening she introduced them.
"Okay everybody." She raised her voice to make sure she was heard. "These are Grant and Page. They are journalists." She gestured between the two men. "They are here to ask you questions about the Bay Harbor Case and I guaranteed them our full assistance."
"What the fuck?" I heard Deb next to me and others had the same expression on their lips. Everybody knew that LaGuerta was the last person to support anything like this. Doakes had been her partner and she still had her doubt - and rightly so but nobody besides me knew that - that Doakes was guilty.
Now the younger one stepped to her side, straightened up and looked openly around before he spoke.
"We are not here to cause any trouble." He said and flashed them a smile. "We know this is about a co-worker of yours so this could be kinda awkward. But we noticed every publication about this case focuses either on the man who did this or on the role of the FBI involved. We want to emphasis the outstanding performance of this department. You all did good work under bad circumstances and the world should get to know that." He finished his little speech with a shy grin and stepped back behind LaGuerta.
So that was why she had agreed. Good publicity outweighed her personal believes at any time.
"Morgan?" She asked and me and Deb both raised our heads. "Both of you." LaGuerta clarified.
"Officer Morgan was part of the Special Task Force in this case." LaGuerta introduced Deb.
"Good to know that in Miami not only the weather is hot." Grant said and got an elbow in the midriff from his partner.
"I can show you some fucking hot places." Deb bubbled out without thinking and immediately started to stammer.
"I like her." Grant beamed at his partner.
"Bet you do." Page mumbled under his breath.
"And this is Dexter Morgan, he will answer your questions about the evidences."
Will I? "Sure."
Grant looked between Deb and me. "Oh man, don't tell me you two are married or something."
"No, no. He's my brother." Deb hurried to say and tucked a lock back behind her ear. I hadn't seen her that nervous since Lundy and I should have been happy to see my sister being interested in men again but something was nagging in my mind. Close up I was pretty sure I had seen Grant's face before.
"Awesome." He turned to his partner. "Lab geek for you and I'll talk to this lovely young officer."
Deb actually blushed. That Grant guy had made quite an impression on my sister.
"Don't mind him." Page tried to smooth things. "He's harmless. He just sometimes forgets to think with his upstairs brain."
They bickered like they knew each other for a long time. If it weren't for the different names I'd have guessed brothers. Maybe step- or half-brothers? Or they were a couple. Whatever their relationship was I was stuck with at least one of them for the next few days. So much for using my spare time at work to find my next victim. But I smiled and took the younger one with me to my office.
He said his name was Sam and I told him he should call me Dexter because, honestly, things could get a little bit confusing with Officer Morgan and lab geek Morgan in the mix.
It was when he mentioned that his partner's name was Dean when I realized who they were. They had balls to walk into a police station like that.
Sam and more important Dean Winchester. I smiled.
I always kept an eye on the news just in case somebody with a familiar face walked into the station. Not that I really thought somebody would be that stupid. And then along came Dean Winchester. I only recognized him because he had been declared dead - shot if I recalled correctly - and then popped up in a bank robbery almost a year later. I remembered that I'd thought how odd it was to go from torture and murder back to a bank robbery. Usually a career like that goes pretty straight downhill, you don't come back from murder to something ordinary like a robbery. At least not the ones like me, not the ones who like to kill.
But my memory was scratchy at best and I had to do a little research myself to get a better picture. However, if this Dean Grant really was Dean Winchester, it left the question what he was doing here. No way he was here to write a book.
I smiled at Sam and kept my thoughts to myself.
So this was the not so little little brother. I sized him up. At first glance he was a lanky kid with a too big body. The way he kept himself, the way he moved told me that I had to be careful if I ever had to fight him face to face.
"So." I spread my hands. "What do you need?"
To my surprise the next hour went by in a blur. We talked about the case and he actually knew what he as talking about. The first time a police term slipped from my lips and he knew exactly what it meant I got curious. Soon after that we talked like I would with any officer out there. Whatever they were up to, Sam Winchester knew his way around.
The questions he asked me were another thing. He knew a lot about the case but he was more focused on Doakes as a person. Were the body complete when we found him? Somebody in the department he was close with? Enemies?
To the latter I could have told him a lot but I kept my mouth shut.
"We weren't friends if that's what you mean." I said as vaguely as possible. "He got along with everybody here very well." Except me.
We agreed to meet again the next day so I had time to get the things from the evidence room.
Through my window I watched Sam approaching Deb and Dean who both ignored him. I saw my sister with the man I had to assume enjoyed torturing and killing women. Here in the department she should be save but I would keep an eye on her till Dean Winchester was out of the picture. She is my little sister after all.
Finally it was LaGuerta who reminded Deb that she had some work to do and Sam used the chance to practically manhandle his brother into the elevator.
"What do you think?" I asked Deb as soon as the Winchesters were out of sight. I felt LaGuerta's eyes in my back but I couldn't care less. Deb had been flirting like a teenager with that guy.
"He seems … nice." She nodded and smiled like I hadn't seen her smile since she'd broken up with Lundy. "He's fucking hot." Now she grinned like she wanted to eat him alive. "And the other one?"
I needed a second to realize she had asked me about Sam.
"Nice guy." I shoved my hands into my pockets and leaned against her desk. "Smart, he knows what he's talking about." Keep it casual.
"So, you and this … Dean?" I asked as if I didn't know exactly what his name was. "You gonna see each other?"
She smacked my ass with a file from her desk. "Nothing you need to know, so fuck off."
I raised my hands in surrender and passed a grinning Angel on my way back to my office.
I wanted to start my research on the Winchesters but I just got the results from our baseball bat murder. And surprise, surprise there were two different samples of DNA. At least on of the attackers had bled, too. Next step was to run the DNA through the database and I hoped I could identify at least one of them.
Through the glass I could see the new guy, Quinn, who had the thankless task to handle the calls from people who were missing someone and now hoped or feared our John Doe was their missing loved one.
I looked over to Deb and wondered how it would feel to lose her like that. I wouldn't like that, I decided.
Work kept me busy the rest of the day and then I had to be home for dinner with Rita and the kids. No time to have a closer look at Dean Winchester's life.
However, when I lay in bed that night with Rita in my arms I was thinking about Dean Winchester on my table.
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