So I Got an Intern. Her Name is Masuka Too. (This is either fate or a clerical error.)
She walks in. She’s quiet. Too quiet. You know who else is quiet? Spiders. Snipers. And my coworker, Dexter Morgan. masuka intern dexter
Vince Masuka Location: Miami Metro Homicide, Lab #4 (The Cool One) So I Got an Intern
Every time we finish a case file, she writes a tiny “M99” in the corner of the evidence log. When I asked what it means, she just pointed to the animal tranquilizer kit on my shelf and said, “Don’t leave that unlocked.” She’s quiet
Despite the creepy vibes, the girl is a . She organized my reagent shelf alphabetically and by molecular weight. She found a trace of soil on a victim’s shoe that Batista missed. She even laughed at my “What do you call a fake noodle? An impasta!” joke.
But she kept watching him. And yesterday, I caught her running a latent print off Dexter’s coffee mug. When I asked why, she said, “Just practicing.”
Is Masuka Intern Dexter a genius? Yes. Is she a future serial killer? Statistically, probably not. But statistically, nobody should have two Masukas in one lab.