"Do I know you?" he asks. Of course he does - he's seen her face on the news, in the station, looking for him, and all the while not knowing that he's lurking, waiting, watching.
"I don't think so," she says. She looks distinctly uncomfortable in this situation.
"You're Dr. Brennan, right? I've seen you around the station. I'm Dexter Morgan. I do blood splatter," he tells her. Simple things. Things she could pick up from asking everyone.
"Right..." she says. She still has no clue who he is. It's a good start.
"You're here for the Bay Harbor Butcher case, right? How's that going?" he asks.
Her face grows stern. "I'm really not at liberty to discuss that," she says.
Damn it. It's going to be harder than he thought.
"Bones!"
He turns around and sees a tall man in a suit come up to Dr. Brennan. The man stops, mouth falling open, eyes narrowing.
"Booth!" Brennan exclaims. "Let's go." She doesn't even bother whispering.
Booth stands there, eyes piercing through Dexter's shell. The dark passenger stirs, and Dexter clenches his hands in his pockets.
"Booth," Brennan urges. "Come on."
"Right," Booth says, slowly drawing out the word. "Let's go."
Booth's eyes don't leave Dexter until the two are out of the store.
Hiding in Plain Sight - Bones/Dexter
"Do I know you?" he asks. Of course he does - he's seen her face on the news, in the station, looking for him, and all the while not knowing that he's lurking, waiting, watching.
"I don't think so," she says. She looks distinctly uncomfortable in this situation.
"You're Dr. Brennan, right? I've seen you around the station. I'm Dexter Morgan. I do blood splatter," he tells her. Simple things. Things she could pick up from asking everyone.
"Right..." she says. She still has no clue who he is. It's a good start.
"You're here for the Bay Harbor Butcher case, right? How's that going?" he asks.
Her face grows stern. "I'm really not at liberty to discuss that," she says.
Damn it. It's going to be harder than he thought.
"Bones!"
He turns around and sees a tall man in a suit come up to Dr. Brennan. The man stops, mouth falling open, eyes narrowing.
"Booth!" Brennan exclaims. "Let's go." She doesn't even bother whispering.
Booth stands there, eyes piercing through Dexter's shell. The dark passenger stirs, and Dexter clenches his hands in his pockets.
"Booth," Brennan urges. "Come on."
"Right," Booth says, slowly drawing out the word. "Let's go."
Booth's eyes don't leave Dexter until the two are out of the store.
Maybe it's time to rethink his plan.