<em>"I have a feeling he doesn't mind how dirty you are...He has more than enough hand sanitizer to go around."</em><br/><br/>Logan glanced back at the Doc for a beat, then burst out laughing. His eyes crinkled and his cheek dimpled, and it was a full belly laugh that showed his appreciation for the Doc's sense of humor. The detective would never admit it, but there was nothing he loved more than a guy who could make him laugh. Noah seemed to soothe the combination irritation/lust that existed between him and Simons, and it made Logan feel comfortable and warm, whereas the prickly ADA made him want to punch something...or fuck someone.<br/><br/>The drive back to the morgue building was only a few minutes, and Logan wished he had an excuse to drag it out, but just his luck there was no traffic for once, and before he knew it he was pulling up in front of the building. Noah remarked on his culinary appreciation skills or lack thereof, and Logan shrugged. "I'm sure he's all worried I'm gonna use the wrong fork or something, or drink out of the finger bowl. I should do it just to see his eyes pop out of his head." He smirked with good humor, then rubbed his chin thoughtfully.<br/><br/>He wondered if the man did pick the fanciest restaurant in town just to see Logan make a fool out of himself. Huh. Nah, that'd be a pretty expensive practical joke if it were true. Logan wasn't a total social ostrich; he read the paper and knew Canlis to be the premier restaurant in Seattle. He just had never been there, or anyplace like it, for that matter.<br/><br/>"Guess I'll see you tonight." He nodded at Noah who slipped out of the car, and Logan grinned at the Doc's declaration that he wasn't a cheap date. "Don't worry about the boxers jokes. I don't wear 'em." He smiled evilly, completely leaving the impression that he dispensed with underwear entirely and went commando before he pulled away from the curb with a slight hard on. He drove lazily back to his precinct, not looking forward to the paperwork involved from the attempted robbery, and he knew he would be pushing it to get ready for dinner this evening.<br/><br/>Throughout the rest of his afternoon, he managed to give his post arrest debriefing to his captain, file his paperwork and send an email to Simons office to give the man his address. He was still wary of letting anyone else drive him around, but he supposed just this once wouldn't hurt. He had his own reasons for not being without transportation, mainly because he never spend the night at a trick's place. And he never let a trick stay overnight at his apartment. Spending the night meant cuddling and kissing and all the other shit that Logan didn't do. He fucked and then he went to sleep in his own bed, alone. In that order. And he had no intention of messing up a routine he had down to a rough science.<br/><br/>Logan made it back to his apartment with just about half an hour to shower and change before Simons showed up, and he knew the other man was too anal retentive to be late. Hurriedly, Logan scrubbed and shaved, glad that he kept his hair buzzed short enough to just need a few swipes with a towel and a quick brushing. He stood stark naked in front of his closet and frowned. He supposed leather pants and a chest harness would be pushing it.<br/><br/>With a grunt he reached for the only suit he owned and pulled it out, then searched for something resembling a dress shirt. His mother made him buy the suit when he made detective, as she wanted him to look nice when he had to go to court. It was a classic traditional dark gray pinstripe, single-breasted with a vent in the back. He hurriedly ironed the dress shirt, still stark naked which was probably not a good idea. But he didn't burn anything important, and he dressed quickly after rummaging around for a tie. He had just slipped his wallet into the back pocket of his slacks when he heard a car pull up outside his building.<br/><br/>He glanced out the window at the slick Audi, and snorted. Figures. Locking up his place he headed down the stairs to the front door, pushing it open and stepping out, glancing right and left. His cop habits never left him, and he always assessed his position with regards to unfriendlies. So far, the only unfriendly seemed to be a screaming baby being pushed in a stroller by the kid's harried mother as she passed by the building. The coast being clear, Logan crossed to the curb and opened up the passenger side door, sliding in and glancing over at Simons. He grinned as he buckled his seat belt.<br/><br/>"Nice ride. I know you didn't buy this car on what you make, so what gives?" He settled his bulk in the seat and immediately reached for the control to move the seat back to accommodate his long legs. "Shit, who was in this seat last, your mother?" He remarked, his knees being up around his chin for the moment.