In hindsight, Noah wasn't sure if it was a good idea to have agreed to go along with Logan and CJ into the field. Each of them had something they did best, something that made them good at their jobs, and it was unique not to each of the three of them, but to their jobs in general. Where Logan and even CJ went out and gathered facts, talked to people, looked at evidence, Noah was more the analytical mind, he relied on the body, and whatever it contained within to guide him to an ultimate decision on things. DAs and cops could speculate and guess. The medical examiners biggest weapon was evidence, and not interpreting the facts but letting them tell the story. A good medical examiner was simply the narrator for a play that someone else had written. They set the stage and they ran through the lines. But the cops, the DA and even the criminal and victim all brought the story together, created it and molded it. The medical examiner just read it all as it was. No flair, no colorful analogy. Fact. Plain and simple.<br/><br/>Sure as a medical examiner he did leave the morgue. No body ever left a crime scene without someone from the medical examiners office being present. They took the body away, they were responsible for it and any evidence contained on it. No one but the medical examiner even touched the body, none of that silly check for a wallet stuff they presented on court dramas. Any cop who did that was bending a rule, and leaving his finger prints all over the evidence. Which was both irresponsible, and plain silly.<br/><br/>Noah went anyway though. Maybe he hadn't been thinking with his head. At least not the head he tried to use at work anyway. Logan was hot and intrigued him. He seemed gruff and completely rough around the edges. And yet when handed an order like spit your gum out he complied with an almost military precision at following orders. He was a study in contradictions. A cop who could clean the mean streets but his car was a dump. A man in charge who could follow orders. The proverbial muscled ladies man with gay club fliers in his car. An officer of the law who stole magazines.... And then there was CJ. Noah was sure the man was at least remotely ocd. And he obviously liked to be in control. But he also seemed to have a thing for the cop, or at least 'daddies'. Controlled in the court room, a bit out of place out of it. A man of facts, and most likely money... If he was a shrink he could have analyzed both men for a year and not been finished. Instead he was a medical doctor, and while he could examine them it wouldn't suggest as much about them, not that he wouldn't have LOVED to examine their bodies.<br/><br/>"We are so wearing some latex gloves on the ride back... I think something is alive in the backseat and it crawled over my hand..." Noah said with a grin as they stepped out of the police cruiser. He slapped his hand on the back of CJ's expensive suit and pretended to wipe some foreign substance off his hand using the material as a common rag. It made for a great joke against an ocd type. But more than that it made for the perfect excuse to run his hand up and down CJ's back. Maybe one hand rested on his ass for a brief moment. But if so, it was completely innocent, and any cuppage was just a by product of the joke. At least that was what Noah would claim if CJ said anything. Internally he would just think about how firm and nice it felt... Definitely wouldn't have minded seeing the attorney out of his designer suit... Alas, that wasn't likely to happen. He could day dream though.<br/><br/>And so as they walked to the crime scene, at the fanciest place Noah had ever been to, he did just that. A nice little daydream involving Logan and CJ shedding their clothes. That was until Logan spoke up and reminded him he was actually at a crime scene, looking for the place the victim had died. He may have worked with the dead, but that stuff so didn't turn him on.<br/><br/>Daydream ruined, Noah followed along with the other two men. "You have quite the wide definition of fun, don't you?" Noah asked the question vaguely, allowing it to be taken as a lovely gentle come on or a simple response to a murder scene being fun. He wasn't about to hit on guys at a crime scene. That would have been in bad taste. But vague comments? Sure. Oh and the daydreams, those were fine too.<br/><br/>Walking up to the scene of the crime, Noah kept his eyes on both fine specimens of men. "Very nice..." he said quietly to himself and then shook his head. "The house.. it's nice..." He added almost lamely. "For a place someone died that is, but the view is great," Noah continued. Of course they weren't near any windows. So the only view he had was the luscious rise and fall of the backsides of the two men before him.