Back at the lab, Dexter sprays his face with luminol, and holds a black light up to his face to observe the remaining blood there. Not sure what he's going for, but maybe we'll see.
Later, still in the lab, Debs is pestering Dex, talking about how she "hooked up with Sean last night." "Cable-guy Sean?" "No, he smelled like cheese!" "So, mechanic Sean?" As she gets into uncomfortable detail about last night's events, Dexter stops her and suggests they go on a double date with this "Sean" guy and Rita. Deb finds the idea a bit repulsive, but agrees.
On the other side of the office, Angel tries to get Doakes's attention, but Doakes is predictably on a short fuse, and essentially tells him to fuck off. "What crawled up his ass?" asks Angel. Deb informs him that he "hates lab rats." "Well, here's a headline: it's lab rats that make us cops look good." He looks at Dexter, and gives him an air-pound of solidarity, which endears Angel to me forever. Dexter air-pounds back, and they are buddies. I like them. LaGuerta, unfortunately, comes in and ruins all the fun. She announces that they have an ID from the body under the causeway; he was a cop named Ricky Simmons. Silence falls over the office, and Doakes looks pissed, which normally I wouldn't mention, but now we're following him and LaGuerta...
...to some house, somewhere. They get out of the car, and LaGuerta says, "Let me ask you something." "Yeah?" "When we were partners you used to do everything you could to get out of a next-of-kin notification." You didn't really ask him anything, but whatevs. Doakes mentions that he knew Ricky from the softball team, and that he was "a good cop. A good guy. It's the least I could do." LaGuerta rings the doorbell a couple of times, but no one answers. Doakes looks through the front window, and immediately, it's drama time. "What the fuck!" he exclaims, before busting the front door down with his foot, gun drawn. Increasingly disturbed by the sight in front of him, Doakes commands LaGuerta to "call it in!" As she does so, the camera pans out to reveal what is presumably Mrs. Simmons, lying on the floor, crying and bleeding profusely from the head. Yikes! Doakes crouches down as LaGuerta checks the rest of the house, and says, "Kara, it's me. It's James. You're okay." Now, wait just a second here. If Doakes only knew Ricky casually from softball, how is it that he's on a first-name basis with...oooooh. They're boning on the side. Dude, Doakes must be freaked! LaGuerta comes back, and seems to intuit what's happening.