I Am the Walrus – The Beatles
Rick stood there, blinking with the realization that Eric had just tried to take a swing at him. Jeremy and William from IA were holding him back and uttering mild threats. Ryan stood somewhere in the background, the glare he had been giving Rick had turned into a look of worry for his Cuban lover. Everyone knew that they were sleeping together; it didn't make them bad people, just people who shouldn't be involved in cases when the other is a suspect. Rick just stood there and listened as he was called a heartless son of a bitch.
As he walked away, he crossed Horatio's path. He had just incurred Eric's wrath, and as usual, he wanted a soft promise of make-up sex. Instead, his redheaded lover just muttered the word "hypocrite".