[it's sunny out, the miami heat blaring down right on his back. he's used to the heat by now, but some part of it still managed to bother him. maybe he should have put sunblock on.
he frowns as he looks down at the mess that still hadn't quite been cleaned up. that's how it was -- they had a crime scene and it stayed dirty for a few days, especially if it was out of the way.
now, dexter isn't here to take pictures, he's done that, he's here to find something that the killer left behind, something that he'd distracted masuka from and -- somehow -- the rest of the crew as well. it had been a part of a weapon, and he was absolutely positive there had to be a print on it. he had hidden it under a rock.
it would have been an easy job, walk in and out of the scene with no questions asked, but he hears footsteps and he freezes, not out of fear, but to listen.
why is there someone here?]
[he doesn't call out, ask if it's a member of his team because he knows it's not. instead, he moves slowly towards the wall, pressing his back against it to peek around the corner.
no subject
he frowns as he looks down at the mess that still hadn't quite been cleaned up. that's how it was -- they had a crime scene and it stayed dirty for a few days, especially if it was out of the way.
now, dexter isn't here to take pictures, he's done that, he's here to find something that the killer left behind, something that he'd distracted masuka from and -- somehow -- the rest of the crew as well. it had been a part of a weapon, and he was absolutely positive there had to be a print on it. he had hidden it under a rock.
it would have been an easy job, walk in and out of the scene with no questions asked, but he hears footsteps and he freezes, not out of fear, but to listen.
why is there someone here?]
[he doesn't call out, ask if it's a member of his team because he knows it's not. instead, he moves slowly towards the wall, pressing his back against it to peek around the corner.
come out, come out, wherever you are.]