CJ pushed around the iceberg lettuce on his plate with a bit more gusto, finally taking a bite. It wasn’t exactly a mesclun salad, but the dressing was actually pretty good. He continued to steal glances at Logan’s hamburger. It looked dreamy.<br/><br/>CJ had a couple issues he had been working on for the last fifteen years or so. First, he had an issue with perfection in all its forms…newness, cleanliness, order. He traced it back to his parents’ pathological need for him to be the best at everything. Second, he had an issue with coveting. He had everything he could ever want, but for some reason…especially when it came to food or drinks…he thought someone else’s was better. He could get the same damn exact thing as someone else and find some fault in his and want the other.<br/><br/>The attorney didn’t think that Logan would appreciate these idiosyncrasies. Now Noah? He seemed like the calm type to take things in stride. They would probably both do CJ a load of good to get out of his boxes…at least that’s probably what his therapist would say.<br/><br/>Logan said something to Noah and the medical examiner abruptly got up and went to the bathroom. He was nonchalant about it, but someone would have known that it obviously did not fit into their current discussion. “He okay?” CJ asked.<br/><br/>Logan nodded once and looked at CJ. CJ was confused. “What’s wrong?” Even though Logan looked as though nothing was out of the ordinary, CJ knew.<br/><br/>“2-11.” Logan said just as nonchalantly. He took a final bite out of his burger.<br/><br/>“What?” CJ said, surprised. As an attorney he had most of the police code down. It was just awkward how casually Logan said it. As though it was just another statement in their conversation.<br/><br/>“Well…we’ve got to call the poli…” He looked at Logan. The hottie was a cop. CJ met Logan’s eyes and he got this dead stare of<em>shut the fuck up, babe</em>. Ok, well maybe not the babe, but CJ could edit the scene however he wanted.<br/><br/>CJ’s eyebrow rose and his lip curled into a smile. He leaned over towards Logan. He could smell the guy’s cologne, his skin…hell, he could almost feel the cop’s heat radiating off of him. “Tell ya what, you catch the big bad guy without anyone except him getting hurt and I’ll take you and Dr. Noah out to my favorite restaurant.” CJ’s lips made a full smile. “My treat.” They were in the middle of a fucking burglary and he’s flirting. It was a little surreal.<br/>