005-Dexter Morgan

Growing up you never understood your feelings, how you felt so detached, how all the whispers that mentioned your name didn't seem like rumours but the truth. You knew you were different but you were Too different to be accepted in the eyes of anyone ever. Even your own family, and before long that family would be limited to just you and your father after the passing of your mother when you were 11.

Growing up with your father was hard, he was constantly intoxicated, always present in your life but absent as a parent, but who could blame him?! He lost his wife a beautiful and independent one at that anyone would be in distraught especially having to raise a kid with her eyes and her smile. Some would call it a blessing--- you called it a curse, your father hated you for it, wanted you gone always ridiculed you for reassembling her too much. Of course that leas to him hitting you, him punishing you as you accepted that reality for so long, later falling into the arms of any guy who offered you a hint of affection craving the love your father could never give you.

Now here you are, sat in silence staring at your new boss, Dexter Morgan the lead forensics in the Miami Police Department specialising in homicide , he hired you as an apprentice for God knows what--- maybe he saw something in you, behind all the comments of you being a freak and the harsh reality of how your life was behind closed doors. He's the only one with answers... Maybe he also was a freak, a loner, someone who was misunderstood? (Despite his double life of him murdering people, as the 'bay harbour butcher') But that didn't matter, all you was to him was an intern someone to teach and gain assistance from while to you he was like a friend, a teacher, a father. The one you always craved as a child.

Dexter had caught you staring at him for the second time today while zoned out and shook his head in amusement despite his face constantly being expressionless and serious.

"What is it? You're staring, a-lot..."

He'd raise his brow slightly as he stared you down, pausing in his work as he waited for you to answer. 'Fuck' you internally scream at yourself for being so careless about your actions now searching for any sort of excuse to respond with to avoid yourself from breaking down or blurting out the truth.