If there was one thing that Noah had learned from his job, or one bit of insight he had gleaned in life that best applied to his job, it was to not take leaps of faith and jump to conclusions. No good could ever come of it. A dead body arrived on your autopsy table with a bullet sized hole in his chest. Never just say bullet wound death and end it. You checked further. You gathered the facts. And when you were sure, then you acted, with the full story in hand. It applied outside the morgue as well... just like so many other things did... a creepy little fact that Noah wasn't about to share with the world. The parallels of autopsies and life were supposed to be few and far between at best, not an endless font of general guidelines that the living could use, and that the dead were stuck with. Like the age old adage always wear clean underwear in case you die? It was true. So many people showed up in their nasty dirty thongs. And while Noah couldn't care less how embarrassed that made a mom, as the adage suggested, he did wish less people made him have to deal with their sullied silks.<br/><br/>It didn't make things any less true though. Just like first impressions and jumping to conclusions. His initial reaction of the gross little dive Logan had dragged them to was that it was horrible. And yet ignoring the lack of hygiene and the robbery... well the food was passably good. And he assumed the same to be true for CJ and Logan. The stuck in a designer suit and handy wipes at the ready attorney and the greasy dive loving, female stripper watching, gay club attending cop. They could have been clear cut, if odd, stereotypes. But Noah was smarter than that. Smart enough to not be shocked when the cop uttered the word baby or when CJ started talking about having him in his room out of his boxers.<br/><br/>He wanted to learn more about them before he made any judgments or calls on who they were. And they were definitely giving him more than enough fodder for his opinion cannons. And all he had to do was  stay relatively quiet and let them flirt like they were some strange leather bar meets legal bar version of the odd couple. That in itself put a smile on Noah's face. Leather and lace. Or something like that. Why could he so easily envision Logan in leather and CJ in the opposite? He was sure they both had their kinks, though he wasn't sure those were the exact ones. In his mind though? It worked perfectly.<br/><br/>As the two continued on with their conversation and Logan agreed to a dinner that CJ had thought he already agreed to while he was stuck in the john from hell, he nodded at them both, somehow wrangled into the entire thing along with them. If they didn't mind flirting like two horny high schoolers in front of him, he sure as hell didn't mind allowing them to fuel his masturbatory fantasies. "I have a feeling he doesn't mind how dirty you are..." Noah said idly after the lawyer stepped out of the car and back into his fancy, no doubt corner, office. "He has more than eno0ugh hand sanitizer to go around," he added with a grin effectively neutering his own lewd comment into a joke about the lawyer's need for clean.<br/><br/>"No armed robbery... AND no salmonella... you could learn a few tips about picking places from him," Noah replied with a laugh as they arrived back at his office. "Thanks for the ride and showing me the crime scene... I'm not a cheap date though so don't expect anything from me but a goodbye, I wont even make dropping your boxers jokes with you, only the high brow lawyers go in for that," He added with a grin before he stepped from the car and shut the door, offering a wave. And that meant his day would go on as usual until... well apparently untill dinner with the cop and the lawyer, unexpected twist to his day, but better than working late on a stiff, or a better way to get stiff anyway. No, not going to go there Noah, not at all.