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Unbeing dead isn't being alive

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This story is No. 1 in the series "Shadows of Good". You may wish to read the series introduction first.

Summary: Buffy tends to meet the most interesting people, working at the Miami Metro Police Department will be no different. What happens when she ends up neck deep in a murder investigation that she can help?

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Television > DexterSerenityFR1555,7375619,9867 Jun 0821 Jun 08No

Chapter One

Disclaimer: I own nothing...sadly
A/N: This is post season One Dexter and post Season Seven Buffy



To fake it is to stand guard over emptiness.

-Arthur Herzog



Dexter's POV

It was an odd day to say the least. Masuka had dragged me from my homey little lab and my self-pity, to a meeting. Matthews was standing in the main conference room, the new lieutenant at his side, and a stranger standing off to the side.

“Due to recent events, our great state’s governor has decided that a councilor would do wonders in our lives. Dr. Summers is not only a very bright psychologist. She is also a skilled profiler, a talent she’s put at our disposal. I expect full cooperation from everyone. Thank you, dismissed.”

I hung back with Masuka. I assumed the blonde woman who had scanned the crowd at the captain spoke was this Summers woman. If she really was good, I was just going to have to be better.

Masuka shouldered me, “Dex, did you get your time slot yet?”

I quirked an eyebrow, “Time slot?”

Vince sighed and rolled his eyes, “You’re always a step behind, man. You know that huge empty space on the second floor? Well the governor had it transformed into an office for her, think she’s got him all tied up?”

I wanted to gag at the obvious innuendo, but smirked and chuckled instead, “I don’t know, the whole area?”

He nodded emphatically, “Yep, anyway, yesterday she sent out the letters for who was meeting with her today.”

“Why do we have to meet with her,” I asked, shoving my hands in my pockets.

“I guess that the governor wasn’t too thrilled with how the Ice Truck killer case was handled, so he wants to make sure everybody is fit to do their jobs.”

Maybe this would be good for Deb. She hadn’t looked particularly pleased during the meeting. I, on the other hand, was not ready to delve back into my subconscious. My last visit with the “Good Doctor” had left me with unwanted memories and ultimately led me to my brother-and his death. I could only hope that Summers wasn’t as intuitive as Captain Matthews believed her to be.

Masuka slapping my shoulder dragged me back to the real world, “Hey Dexter, you okay, you looked a little spacey for a minute. Jealous I get the first round with Dr. Sexy?”

I hissed in mock pain, my eyes going wide, “I’ll suffer through it. Go have fun, Vince.”

“Will do,” he walked off, headed for the elevator.

I exhaled unhappily, moving over towards my sister, “Hey Deb, what’s up?”

She scowled at me definitely angry, “What do you think is up, Dexter. We have to have psych evaluations. I kind of don’t want to share my feelings with some stuck up blonde who looks way too good for a doctor.”

I wrapped one arm around her shoulder tentatively, “Alright, put the heavy artillery away, take comfort in hoping that she’ll quit after she meets Masuka which would be now.”

Deb half smiled, “Maybe, but what if she asks about…it?”

“Look, Deb, this could be good for you. If you don’t feel like talking about it just bring up something else, like Masuka’s need to have sex with everything, living and not, and how it’s damaging your mental health,” I smiled when her small grin brightened to a full out beam.

“What would I do without you, Dex,” she asked me, wrapping an arm around my waist.

I shrugged, “On a street corner in an orange tube top?”

She pulled away and smacked me sharply, “What? You asked!”

“I’m going to go work, away from you,” it was playful, but she still walked away from me.

“Oh, come on, Deb, I was kidding,” I called after her. All I got was her middle finger waving at me from over her head.

I smiled, that was my sister, crass as always. Now on to more pressing issues, finding out who my newest play toy was, “Summers”, not much to go on, but I wasn’t Harry’s son for nothing.



So ends the first chapter of the multi-chapter story. I am kind of playing with styles, but I am pretty sure this story will switch points of view. Any and all feedback is greatly appreciated, I am actually very excited to have started this so please enjoy.
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