Corpses, cops, and counselors. Those were the three types of people that Noah seemed to deal with most often in any given day. All three could be intimidating and frightening in their own way. The corpse was... well a dead body, often in various stages of decomp and often wounded and bloody. Zombie nightmares were a given there. Cops? They had big attitudes and they liked to be the ones finding the clues. Cops solved cases. Medical Examiners just looked at a body and... well solved cases. And Attorneys? Well they tended to have huge chips on their shoulders. The front edge well dressed face of things, the ones who actually got criminals locked away...<br/><br/>At least the stiffs knew how to keep their mouths shut. The others? Well Noah liked to think he had great people skills. You spend enough time with the dead though and you started talking to yourself. And staring at the live people who did wander into your domain. Noah had to admit that for a cop and an attorney they were both definitely lookers. One a picture of masculinity, his muscles all but tearing their way through his clothes like he was about to break into some erotic body builder poses. The other a more controlled and seemingly more stern type, the kind that followed the rules of the law and could recite them in and out of court. But no less good looking, smaller, less overtly muscled, but hot all the same. And what a man sandwich the two would have made...<br/><br/>"Good to meet you both, right this way..." Noah said as he led both men to the conference room that was used mostly for staff meetings. Occasionally a DA got all official and wanted to sit and talk. Or got queasy and wanted to handle things away from the bodies and power tools and blood... Noah just grinned. Not everyone was cut out for the work he did. Just as he could never be a cop protecting the streets or a lawyer in those hallowed halls of justice. Everyone had their own thing. His was... not having much of a gag reflex ... more a parlor trick than a skill, but damn did it make him popular with the guys....<br/><br/>Okay time to stop staring at the eye candy and daydreaming and actually get some work done. Noah sat in one of the chairs and looked from lawyer to cop and back again. Typical DA. He wanted a case handed to him in a sealed box, a pretty bow wrapped around it. Did he care about evidence or fact? Or did he want supposition and blind opinion? If he wanted the latter he would need to find himself another ME, if he wanted the former? Well then he had better learn some patience.<br/><br/>"Well I can tell you the dead body didn't kill himself, so there's one suspect to write off. And I can also tell you that he was in decent shape for his age, no signs of stress to the heart muscles and beyond a torn ligament in his shoulder, which his medical file indicates was from a slip and fall, there isn't much to mention at a quick glance," he explained honestly as he placed a folder on the table and flipped it open to the primary autopsy overview. Which was a fancy way of saying it was a bullet list of the most apparent causes of death and facts, any apparent on a corpse checked off.<br/><br/>"Tox screen has come back, and it is clean.... everything is on the up and up at first glance, like I said..." Noah shrugged his shoulders before he flipped the page on the file to the next one listing a bunch of chemical tests that had been performed. "I have sent additional bodily fluids, namely vitreous fluid, for more detailed tests, and fibers from the throat and nose are being analyzed by the lab as well..." Noah paused to let both men react to that information however they would. He expected some grumbling from one, and some complaints from the other... but who knew, sometimes people surprised him.