“…That motherfuckin’ Morgan.”

James grunted, arms crossed tight over his chest as you worked over his bleeding nose. He’d got headbutted by his coworker, Dexter Morgan, while both out of duty, because James was leading a secret investigation on the forensic blood spatter analyst. And, of course, that didn’t end well for Doakes.

“I’ll get him. I’ll fuckin’ get him. He’s way too damn suspicious. Like, the dude’s a total fuckin’ creep. I ain’t buyin’ his act.”