Part of Noah was convinced that he was just going to be left behind in the dirty bathroom. Maybe there hadn't even been a crime about to happen. The cop and the DA just wanted to slip out the back and go off on their own. So he would be left with a brown grime on the bottom of his shoes from the chipped and aged linoleum floor that had origins he didn't even want to contemplate, and a charge of calling in a fake 911 call to help him keep his job with the city. While they went and had a real meal at a place that wouldn't kill you just from sitting too close to rancid grease. Or went and inspected each others naked bodies for clues as to why they both got off on the danger of an arrest, or in the da's case the danger of eating at a greasy bar.<br/><br/>The rest of Noah knew that it was all real and that he was best to do just as he was asked and then wait it out. The last thing he needed to do was barge out of the bathroom and get himself shot. He was a pretty damn good doctor, or could have been had he not gone into forensic medicine. As it was he didn't want himself as one of his own patients. They tended to be a lot deader than Noah really wanted to be. He hadn't even rationalized each and every reason why it was best to never mix business and pleasure, or medical examiners, district attorneys, and cops. And he sure as hell hadn't had a nice long hot shower yet where he let his mind run wild with such ideas. So no, there was no death on the menu for Noah. Not unless his burger had salmonella, and that was a pretty strong possibility judging from the place and it's broken relationship with cleanliness.<br/><br/>"To be fair, I called the cops and walked all casually to the john.. and that place is much more dangerous that a guy with a gun and a desire to grab a wad of twenties and run... I think that the bacteria was turning sentient in there..." Noah grinned as CJ explained that Logan had saved the day. Noah didn't need a share of the glory. He hadn't gone into the profession he was in for medals and recognition. He worked in a basement, out of sight out of mind. And he liked it that way. But still, he had done something. And the added bonus of tossing some germ comments CJ's way? Well Noah might have took a bit too much pleasure in the other mans germaphobic discomfort.<br/><br/>"Thank you for saving the day, I would hate to have turned my lunch break into work," Noah said with a small shrug of his shoulders. He wouldn't spell that one out. His work was death. And had nothing been done the odds were high someone would have been shot. "So I was told that you guys spent time betting while I was in the bathroom and now we are owed a meal?... A meal NOT here?" Noah said, adding the last part quickly with a grin. He wasn't sure exactly what had happened while he had been stuck in the dank and dirty room, but obviously the police had came. And more obviously Logan had handled things like a pro, which made sense, that was what he was. And who would mess with the guy anyway? Logan looked like he could knock you out cold with a glare, so get him pointing a gun your way and you'd likely piss your pants.<br/><br/>Noah laughed to himself and shook his head. Yeah, he was tough. And CJ was the opposite. More stuck in some fancy role than anything down and dirty. And yet Noah got a feeling both mend definitely knew how to get down and dirty. And he knew he wouldn't mind finding both men in such a compromising situation. And yet just as he knew that, he also knew it was hardly something he would act on. Hell he would barely let it give him a bit of firmness in the pants, let alone act on it. And another laugh directed at himself before he tuned back into the conversation. "I always find it great when a big burly cop calls a guy baby. It seems so out of place, but I would never tell them that for fear of getting shot... and yet I just did, oops." He grinned at Logan and then gave CJ a look suggesting he had just saved him from getting berated worse by their cop friend by pointing the attention back his own way.<br/>