“Munch,” Cragen called out at shift’s end. “Could I talk to you?”

“Sure Captain,” John answered.

“Close the door,” Cragen gently ordered.

“Is there a problem?” Munch asked,

“You tell me.”

Munch shifted uncomfortably, “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Bullshit John! Lately your moods have been swinging like a pendulum. Are you off your meds?”

“What gives you the idea I take medication?”

Cragen didn’t answer, but looked down at his desk.

“Huang, that bastard, how dare he!”

“John, he’s worried about you. He told me that”-

“He didn’t have a right to tell you anything!” John yelled. He slammed the door as he left Cragen’s office.

“Well, that went well, Donny,” Cragen sarcastically commented to himself