<em>"You have quite the wide definition of fun, don't you?" </em><br/><br/>As he ascended the stairs, Logan glanced over his shoulder at the comment and smiled at Noah. It wasn't a mischievous, boyish smile though; it was a dark, evil, you-have-no-idea type of smile. Chuckling to himself, he swiveled his head forward as they stepped onto the landing and approached the double doors to the master suite. The large bedroom covered the entire wing of this part of the house, and it was as opulently furnished as any of the other rooms, the only jarring note being the remains of fingerprint powder dusting the room surfaces.<br/><br/>The duvet on the bed was tossed onto the floor in a heap, and the sheets were gone, presumably to the morgue for fiber analysis, leaving the mattress bare. Other that that, the room was absent anything even remotely suspicious. Logan walked idly, glancing here and there. CSU had already scoured the room for evidence of foul play, and he wasn't exactly sure as to what lawyer-boy intended to get out out of this field trip, but he wasn't going to complain. It was a helluva lot better than busting gang bangers down in Rainier Valley, Seattle's answer to South Central LA.<br/><br/>Had had noticed the Doc's appreciation of the stately mansion, and he slid up behind the man so he could softly murmur into a well-shaped ear. "The rich are different than you and me." At Noah's surprised look, Logan glanced over at the ADA, who obviously was unimpressed by the wealth on display, and then back at Noah, a brow raised. Logan wondered if the surprise was just because his lips almost touched the man's ear, or because Logan quoted F. Scott Fitzgerald.<br/><br/>He smirked and moved away, his attention caught when Simons ran fingers through his hair, mussing it slightly. Logan licked his lips and his own fingers itched to repeat the action; the man's hair was thick and full, and he could only imagine taking hold of a fistful and grabbing it tightly as he slid his well-lubed cock between what was no doubt a perfectly round set of ass-cheeks. Yeah, that would work out just fine.<br/><br/>Simons turned towards him and Logan blinked in surprise, his fantasy in full swing. Annoyed that he didn't get to finish his carnal thoughts, Logan practically barked at the man. "Well? Was it good for you?" He jerked his head towards the bed, indicating the spot where Alfred shuffled off his mortal coil.