Noah suppressed the urge to roll his eyes as the cop immediately latched on to what he said and all but shoved a load of questions down his throat about it. Not the only thing he wouldn't mind shoved down his throat... the guy was hot, and he screamed muscular man in charge.... but that was neither here nor now. A very very big mental side-note, one to think about later when he was alone in his apartment. For now he would focus on the annoyance the man's comments caused in him. "Oh you wanted it done priority? If I had known that I wouldn't have had the order sent by Sherpa, could take weeks, maybe months, they seldom get lost, but those Sherpa are notoriously slow," Noah said as he looked at Logan, unafraid to meet the larger man's gaze even when replying to him in what he was sure the cop would take as a less that satisfactory fashion.<br/><br/>"Of course it's a rush job, all unsolved cases get priority, unless an angry DA bursts in claiming his already at court case has new breaking evidence we need to review immediately... but if that happens you can blame Christopher here and his legal buddies, not me," He explained with a grin as he looked from the cop to the lawyer. Ball was totally in his court now if there were any delays. And that suited Noah just fine. He hated the political games and the passing of the buck, but he had a job to do, and it was hard enough without everyone and their lap dog breathing down his neck.<br/><br/>"I said fibers in his throat, I never said he was smothered," Noah corrected Logan's assumption. "In fact my initial comments stand, he was in perfect health for a man his age. No signs of asphyxiation or suffocation aside from the fibers. For all intents and purposes he dropped dead and fiber fell into his windpipe..." Noah explained as he flipped to another page in the file, one that showed a picture of the victim from the shoulders up. His eyes were not bloodshot, his lips were not blue, he had no outward signs of any sort of smothering.<br/><br/>Noah caught the loaded daddy comment, and where CJ's eyes were when he said it. Cute, the guys were mentally fucking right in front of him in his conference room. "If you two need a minute I can wait outside?" He said idly as he shook his head at the two. He had fantasies too, but he was a lot better at keeping them to himself. "If you don't mind the smell of cleaning supplies or the security camera filming you I can even give you the key to the supply closet," He further offered up, laughing as he did so.<br/><br/>"Or I could just say that in my opinion this death was not some natural freak occurance, the likely hood of him dropping dead is in the million to one range, and I just don't like those kinds of odds. Then having said that I could tell you both how we will keep working until something more solid turns up... but your choice, I'm good with work files or store room videos to review tonight," he shrugged his shoulders and looked at both men, waiting to see what either would say.<br/><br/>The attorney said... well what he wasn't expecting at all. Suggesting they all go to the crime scene? It wasn't often he got to head out into the field with the detectives and such. But he was game if they were willing to have him along. "Sounds good to me, I never get to take field trips, not since they banned us from the anatomy museum after an unfortunate incident with a finger and a prosthetic anus..." He waved the comment off as he jumped to his feet. "Just let me get changed out of the scrubs and I will be with you gentlemen in a moment," He explained before he moved from the room and to his office where he quickly pulled off his scrubs and pulled on a pair of slacks and a button down shirt. He stepped back into the conference room, still tucking the shirt into his pants, a grin on his face. "Unless one of you plans to offer to help me button my pants, how about you stop staring and we get going?" Noah said, grin on his face as he did so.