CJ was momentarily taken aback. There was such passion in Logan’s voice, strength in his eyes and stance. It was curious and enticing at the same time. CJ nearly moved a step back, but he wasn’t just some rich weakling – some trust fund baby not able to fight back. The Assistant District Attorney had seen men like Logan in court and chewed them up and spit them out.<br/><br/>Granted, he was now standing in a dive bar in a rather extraordinary situation. He swallowed briefly and then his eyes narrowed. Like in a bad Ally McBeal episode a cartoonish version of his next steps played before his mind. CJ lunged forward and wrapped his hands around Logan’s thick neck. Rather than choking however, he pulled Logan forward so that the attorney was squished against the bar. CJ felt Logan’s muscles as his hands moved down the detective’s torso and then tucked up to feel the hard ab flesh. CJ felt Logan take over and a primal sound that could only be described as a roar resonated from pretend Logan’s chest.<br/><br/>However, before CJ could respond to Logan’s aggression, the cool and collected medical examiner broke the tension. A diffused smile played across CJ’s lips. He shrugged. “The last guy that called me ‘baby’ was picking his boxers off my floor.”<br/><br/>He then turned back to Logan. “You’re right. I’m sorry. You managed to take care of the situation effectively and efficiently. As promised, you’ve won your reward. Dinner tonight.” He looked at Noah. “You too of course.”<br/><br/>CJ would have to call his office to get them to make a reservation. He’d take them to one of his favorite restaurants – Canlis. Somehow he’d need to drop a hint to Logan that a sport coat was required attire. He stepped away and pulled out his cell and made the call. Looking back at the table he didn’t want to finish his salad and was ready to return to work.<br/><br/>Logan had a few more details he had to work through before they could leave and about twenty minutes later he once again found himself in the cop car. Logan pulled up in front of City Hall where CJ’s office was located. He reached into his pocket and pulled out two cards, handing one to each of the men in the car. “Call me with your address and…” He looked around the car briefly. “…and I’ll pick you up for dinner. We’ll be going to Canlis. You don’t need a tux, but probably a sport coat.” CJ looked at Noah, not quite able to make eye contact with the muscle god detective.<br/><br/>Without waiting, CJ got out of the car and closed the door. He finally was able to breathe a sigh of relief in the Seattle air. He waited a moment and then began to walk away as the car pulled from the curb. It was all confusing.<br/>