Medical school training had its limits, and so did the additional training to become a medical examiner. It was years of experience on the job that let you know every single cause of death and how they affected the body. It was with a long time of the job that you figured out the name of each poison and how they could be noticed and just what they were and did to a body. Noah understood his job, and had studied hard. He probably knew more than a lot of newer medical examiners, and figured that was why he had gotten the job in the first place. Going to school under scholarship kept him pushing to keep his grades up, to pass at the top of his class. And in turn it meant he studied harder and more than a lot of other candidates he knew.<br/><br/>So he had a lot of knowledge packed away in his mind, a lot of it useful, some of it not so much, like the lyrics to a dozen or so pop songs and the dance moves from their corresponding music videos, or the trivial facts about processed luncheon meat he had picked up working in the college cafeteria to help pay for his books... None of that, the medical or  the random and mundane, helped him to identify valerian. Maybe he would learn of it in time on his job, definitely he would check his resources once back at his desk, sort through medical texts and the far less reliable internet sources... Wikipedia for the lose. At that moment though his victory was short lived, his ah ha! moment was fleeting. Because he could name the drug and even give a brief explanation of what it had done, but that was all.<br/><br/>CJ had no idea what it was either. That was some sort of a boost to his status as the guy with the victory. He may not have known, but he did pass the fact along, and he would know as soon as he was back at his office. CJ? He was forcing some intern or secretary to do it for him. Was that how the attorneys worked? Or maybe just the way the guys in the tight cut designer suits worked? Never get your hands dirty when they were so pretty and manicured?<br/><br/>The cop knew though. He gave some vague reason HOW he knew, but he knew what it was. Noah hadn't expected that. And instantly he knew that he was mentally running both men over the coals, treating them far more harshly than either deserved. He didn't know WHY he was doing it though. Two hot guys, standing there with him. Totally different from one another and from himself. They were like a trio that was completely mismatched, shouldn't have worked. And yet so far they worked quite well. In a professional way of course. Noah wasn't going to delve into the logistics of how they would work sweaty and naked on a bed, the three of them. Maybe that was why he was being harsh. If he saw them as flawed and annoying he could more easily keep himself from getting hard just from daydreaming in their direction.<br/><br/>"Lunch? With you two?" Yeah that sounded great. Noah shook his head to try indicating he hadn't meant it like that. "I mean, yeah I have no deadline to be back... my patients wait quietly no matter how long I am gone," He laughed, medical examiner humor, not the greatest, but definitely beat unintentional insults.