● Crocodile ● (1)
[Season 1, Episode 2]
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*I dreamed*
*I dream of floaing on the surface of my own life.*
Debra thought to herself as she was relaxing on the chair with sunglasses and had her swimsuit as she was next to the lake, hoping to have a perfect, relaxing day.
*Watching it unfold, observing it.*
That is until Debra feels something just splashes into her face as Debra takes off her glasses off to see three teens having fun in the water.
Debra signs as she gets a towel to get the water off of her face.
*I'm an Outsider, I'm really am, where everyone see me as a weirdo. I'm not like one of those teens in the past, as where I look like a monster, like a...a shark in my view.*
Debra got her things ready to pack , as she quickly got a bag of chips and ate one of it.
*Although, I had to go back to what I had to do, even where it can be complicated to me and my friends.*
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Debra is looking at her blood slide kit as she is staring at one of them, that is, until she hear the door knocking.
"Shit." Debra muttered as she quickly put her kit away in the air conditioner.
"Give me a second." Debra said as she turned to see the same Ken doll's head stick to her fridge.
*The Ice Truck Killer left me a gruesome souvenir, which makes things really awkward.*
Debra quickly put the doll away in the freezer and opened the door to see its Owen at the door.
"Hey, Deb." Owen smiled as Debra let him in.
Debra smiled as Owen had two bags of sandwiches for him and Debra for lunch.
Owen looked around the room to see that it's a bit dark, so he decided to open the curtains to get some fresh air.
"You need some sunlight in here, Debs." Owen said in annoyance.
Debra rolled her eyes.
"Is it okay, can I get some water?" Owen asked the Morgan girl.
Debra eyes are wide, but try to stay calm, "Sure."
Owen looks at Debra, confused, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, just hot weather today." Debra responded as she gave some water to Owen.
"Okay, here are some ideas that I have." Owen said to Debra.
Debra nodded as she took a bit on her sandwich.
"What if the killer uses some of refrigerate that they use on their victims, which explains why on the body, but I'm also worry that you just saw one of the victim's head at your car." Owen explains.
"Wait, are you saying that the killer is hiding the truck in plain sight?" Debra asked Owen.
"Maybe, if some of my hookers friends are not dying in front of me." Owen said as he took a sip of his drink.
"Well, finding the truck is the main goal." Debra said to Owen.
"Yeah, and Dexter is gonna help me with that, too." Owen said to the Morgan girl.
"Fine, but get you two idiots get captured, and where I had to save both of you." Debra said, annoyed.
"Debs, I can handle this, don't worry." Owen said.
Debra rolled her eyes as she put her hair in a messy ponytail and put her best heels on.
Debra hated that when it came coming to court, she had to wear a dress and heels on, not her best type.
"Why are you wearing a dress on?" Owen asked.
Debra signs, "Going to court, had to wear this stupid dress."
Owen shakes his head, "You look good, Debra."
Debra blushes a bit, but hide it from Owen, "Just be glad that we are not around people and where they always think that we are 'dating.'
Owen chuckles a little by the line.
Debra smiled.
She is not trying to be mean to Owen, but it's always feel good of where Owen is the only one being nice to you, beside Dexter.
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After Owen leaves, Debra gets the doll from her fridge and looks at it nervously.
*First, he throws a server head at me, and now he gives me one of those doll parts like some kind of puzzle game, and I like puzzles.*
Debra looks at the doll parts again, and where she finds one of the hands have nails paint in different colors.
*Although some of the puzzles are still looking familiar to me.*
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Debra comes to court as where she feels like a scene from "Legally Blonde," although she is glad that she is not wearing a pink dress.
"Can you ask what your name is?" The lawyer asked Debra.
"My name is Debra Morgan, and I'm a forensics specialist in blood-spatter analysis for the Miami metro police department." Debra answered.
"How long have you been doing this?"
"About 12 years." Debra responded.
"Oh, you been in a lot of cases, right?" The lawyer asked Debra.
"Yes, about 2,103." Debra smiled.
"I gonna say, you do have a thing for blood."
*Yes I do, mostly to get my victims and pay of the crimes that they did, and I also love to give people the cold shoulder sometimes, but where they judge me sometimes.*
Debra was looking around the courthouse, that is, until she saw one family, who were mourning about the death of their loved one.
*Although sometimes, I don't, as where deep down, I truly feel bad for anyone and how it hurt me.*
Debra watches as she sees the father of the victim go to the courtroom and wait about the victim. Debra decided to follow him and sit down behind him.
"Alexander Pryce finished his homework, kissed his mom, and went out for a jog. He told her he'd be back in time to take out the trash cans." The lawyer said to the people in the courtroom.
Debra feels bad for Alexander's father of how it was tough for him after the death of his son and how it got worse when the court showed a video of Alexander with his family.
Debra continues to look around and starts to have mixed feelings toward the father as everyone leaves and goes to the elevator.
*I don't trust people sometimes of when it comes to crocodile tears that they gave out, but I feel like I need to eat something to calm myself down.*
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Debra is going to the next crime scene while eating a lollipop on the way.
When Debra came to the crime scene, she was very confused by looking at the victim, which is where Owen came along and smiled at her.
Angel and Captain LaGuerta come to the scene as Owen and Debra meet.
"Sorry if you are busy, but I'm coming here to visit the crime scene." Owen said to Debra as the two check the scene.
"Okay, well, why you asked." Debra said in annoyance as she checked the victim.
The victim spits out some blood on Debra, where Debra was disgusted by it.
"Someone get the ambulance!" Angel shouted.
Owen noticed something in the victims mouth as Debra got the blood off of her and got her tool ready to get something out of the mouth.
"What the fuck?, is that piece of skin?" Owen whisper to Debra.
"I think." Debra said.
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Debra checks out of DNA of the blood, where most of it is in her face as Owen comes to her lab.
"Sorry about what happened early, but I was gonna say is that do you wanna hang out?" Owen asked the brunette girl.
Debra gave Owen a confused look, "Why?"
"Maybe to hang out more people, maybe with Dexter and Rita tomorrow." Owen responded.
"Like a date?" Debra asked Owen.
"Kinda, but mostly a friends hang out." Owen smiled.
Debra thought about it at first and said, "Sure, why not?"
Owen smiled a bit as he walked toward Dexter, who had his mouth drop in shocked.
"I told you." Owen smirked.
Dexter signs as he gives a twenty buck to Owen.
"She said yes." Owen said to the Morgan boy.
"Fuck off." Dexter muttered.
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Debra and Angel come to the crime scene, where it reveals that Doakes and LaGuerta find a girl was injured and where they thought that the suspect name Carlos Guerrero might be behind this.
Debra was taking pictures of the scene, that is, until she noticed something under the couch, in which it is the cell phone.
Angel put the phone as evidence, and Doakes takes it angrily.
Debra was confused about what Doakes problem of it.
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The next morning, Debra woke up from her sleep as she heard her phone ringing.
Debra answered, "Hello?"
"Hey, sis, so remember that Owen tell you about the ice truck killer have a truck or something?" Dexter asked on the phone.
"Yeah?" Debra asked.
"Well, we find something."
Debra was shocked by it.
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Debra drives up to the alley as Dexter comes toward his sister.
"How you find it?" Debra asked Dexter.
"Well, one of the owners in a restaurant tells me that truck was there, when he opened up, is that the same truck you saw?" Dexter said to Debra.
*I was like a little kid who had a surprise party in front of her.*
Debra was shocked that the ice truck was here. Only the question was, what is inside of it?
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The rest of the team here is when Angel, Dexter, Debra, and Owen come to see inside the truck, and all of them see that it's a block of ice, but inside is fingertips.
"Oh, I'm gonna be sick." Owen muttered as he quickly left the truck.
"Well, what is this?" Angel asked the gang.
"I have no idea, whatever it is, something special for us." Dexter answer.
Debra looked at it and was shocked by the nails painted, the same one that the doll had earlier.
*Dexter right, it was special of the killer of what they are trying to tell us, new clues to follow like a piece of breadcrumbs.*
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