<em> Good for you? </em><br/><br/>What the hell was the cop talking about? Whatever it was, it shot right to CJ’s groin and once again he found himself flushing slightly. He sighed and regained his composure. It was getting warmer in the room for CJ and he reached a finger into his collar to let out a little steam. He turned just as Logan leaned away from Noah’s ear. It only added to the temperature problem. Instead of lips moving, CJ watched Logan lick Noah’s flesh and take his lobe into…<br/><br/>CJ blinked back to reality. What the fuck was wrong with him? It was as though being in proximity to the bully and nerd he couldn’t control himself. He needed to box them into their appropriate positions…cop = bully and medical examiner = nerd. It didn’t help. He was used to attorneys, high balls, and suits. He could probably venture Logan didn’t have a suit and Noah’s suit was the one he wore at graduation under his robes.<br/><br/>Again, he was forced to return to reality. Maybe he needed some medication? A phone ringing helped his senses. He watched as Noah spoke, stealing glances at the cop on occasion. He felt like a teenager for a moment. Christ…what would his dad say? First, a public prosecutor. Second, lovesick for a man…and not a white bred rich man, but a cop…and a medical examiner? That’ll make a nice Christmas present. CJ grinned.<br/><br/><em> "So, anyone ever hear of Valerian extract? Because the victim was full of it... enough to knock a man out, keep him quiet as someone smothered him maybe?" </em><br/><br/>It only took a second for CJ to flip open his phone. “I need a motion to halt the dispensation of property.” CJ listened, barely registering the questions he was being asked by his assistant. “Suspicion of murder.” Again, ignoring the young girl. “Valerian extract.” CJ thought for a moment. “I’m…I’m not sure…google it.” He closed his phone.<br/><br/>“I’ve got our people stopping any dispensation of the deceased’s property. No judge could go against a suspicion of murder.” CJ tucked the phone back in his pocket. He looked at his Rolex. Just about lunch time. He looked to them both. “Do you have time to stop and pick up something to eat on the way back to the morgue? I’ve got to be in court later and won’t have time.”<br/>