Dexter distractedly starts walking back towards the lab, where he discovers Doakes listening to the tape of Harry and Laura Moser. Dex busts in, and Doakes gives him an evil sideways glare. "Turn it off," demands Dexter, and Doakes doesn't move, so Dexter shuts it off himself, saying, "I said turn it off!" "I heard what you said. I just don't take orders from you." "Is there a reason you're in my lab, Sergeant Doakes?" Dex asks, his temper beginning to flare. "Is there a reason you're listening to tapes as old as you are, Morgan? Had a little talk with your sister. Turns out, she didn't know you were in the program." "Anonymous, Sergeant." "How long did you say you been clean?" asks Doakes, mockingly jovial. "Actually, I didn't, because it's none of your goddamn business." Whoa, dude. Fight! Fight! Fight! "So, if I were to take a hair from your desk and run it for drugs, it would come back positive, right? Because, why would someone pretend to be an addict if he's not? Unless he's got something a hell of a lot worse to hide." That evil smile again. Ooh, he's a menace! Dexter steps up to him and says, very deliberately, "Back. The fuck. Off." Dude, I would not fuck with him, ever! "You wanna hit me? Go for it. I've been waitin' for a chance to take your ass out." "I know how you feel, Sergeant." Dexter high-tails it over to LaGuerta's office, where he busts in and says, "I want to file a formal complaint against Doakes." "Jesus, Dexter, the two of you..." she says, as if dealing with a couple of bickering four-year-olds, and she may as well be. "He crossed the line, Lieutenant! He broke into my lab, he went through my personal things, he threatened me! He's probably going to start tailing me, again!" "Sergeant Doakes tailed you?" "For weeks, maybe longer." LaGuerta tells him he has every right to file a complaint, but she wants a chance to talk to Doakes herself, first. "He's really not much of a talker," says Dex. "I'm asking you, as a personal favor to me, to hold off. Can you do that?" "Yeah," he says, reluctantly. LaGuerta "strongly encourages" Dexter to take a break for a couple hours: "Just go somewhere, cool off." "No," he responds. "Excuse me?" "I need to be here. Lieutenant, this is really not a good time for me to leave." "It isn't a suggestion, Dexter, it's an order." Dexter looks vexed.