Noah wasn't really the type of guy who went and second guessed himself. If he did something, he did it. He admitted to it if asked. And if he liked it, he did it again. And again. And even again. Life was just too short to start second guessing your decisions. Taking the job at the medical examiners office? He had never thought twice about it. It had been the right thing to do, the best place for him. Just like focusing on medical examiner training instead of becoming a more traditional doctor or a surgeon as his parents would have liked. It was what he wanted to do, and not something he ever thought back on with regrets.<br/><br/>Those were broad things in his life though. Big life changing decisions. What about going to a crime scene with a hot district attorney and an equally hot cop? What about then agreeing to head to a quick meal with the pair? He didn't regret that either. He might not have known either of them well, or where they would be heading, but he hardly regretted it. Just like he didn't regret trying to see them as colleagues and not as hot men in need of less clothing and more sweating and grunting. No, he didn't regret that. He was relatively new to his job. The last thing he needed was to lose a job he didn't regret to enjoy a night of passion he would then have to regret.<br/><br/>"There is so more story hidden behind how you know about valerian and how the guy in the pricey suit had to belittle an intern to find out..." Noah said with a smile, gently teasing at both the cop and his odd bit of trivia knowledge and the DA and his ability to get what he wanted just by telling someone to do his bidding on the phone.<br/><br/>"I KNOW I have never been to this place," Noah parroted CJ's words, making his own knowledge, or lack there of, of the place they were stepping into quite clear. He never regretted decisions... but he had a feeling he would regret any food he ate at this place, still, he was polite enough to not announce that it was a place he really DIDN'T want to add to the list of places in the city he had been. Logan seemed to have quite the eclectic tastes on things. Messy car, bulging muscles, gay bar fliers, and dives with stripping women when it came to lunch. He was an enigma. Wrapped in a muscle bound package and hidden behind a shiny tin badge.  A definite opposite to the DA and his fancy suits, hand sanitizer and polished appearance. Though Noah had to think both would be quite similar naked and sweaty on a hastily torn down bed.<br/><br/>Noah cleared his throat and tried to push those thoughts away and get absorbed in the decor of the place. Grim, scantily clad women, an old golf club. Yeah, he could get absorbed in it... if he were a drunk hetero man looking to relive his youth as a caddy for some Tiger Woods level of womanizing golf pro. Which he wasn't. "Hmm... maybe I have been here before... was there a double homicide here a while back?" Noah asked, because when all else failed to distract, talk homicide, no one could resist the sudden pull of attention a chalk outline caused.