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"Hey, McCoy!" Dex greeted Steve, sounding as happy as one can be. Truthfully, Morrison really didn't like Steve. Sure, McCoy was a good cop, but he really put a damper on Dex's style. "So you talked to the exterminator too? Did he also tell you the roaches are all wearing uniforms?"
Dex leaned against a desk and picked up the box of donuts off of it, pawed through it, and then presented it before Steve. "Donut?"
"Very funny, Morrison. Listen, I know the department wants you to be part of this case, but that doesn't mean a slime ball like you can waltz in and treat this place like a circus."
Dex pretended to be uninterested in what Steve had to say and took a bite out of his donut. "Hey, is that Daniels over there? Mmm, I bet she's a hot piece of ass. Is she dating anyone? I don't like having to keep beating out the competition."
"Daniels is a great officer and you will treat her with respect, got it?" Steve asked sternly. "Now remember Detective Crosse? Go wait for her by her office, she should have a copy of the case files for you. And Morrison, this is serious. I need your head in the game or I need you to get out." McCoy picked up a donut and left Dex.

Dexter then proceeded to make his way to Crosse's office, but not without passing some glances at some of the ladies in the station. See, most men would allow the gravity of the situation to keep them from making any sexual advances. Dex saw it as a personal challenge.