CJ caught himself snickering and then did the cliché cough in the fist with Dr. Grayson’s comment to the scruff and intimidating Detective McNally. He had to admit the medical examiner had some balls under the lab coat to take on the cop. CJ could go against any defendant, but he had a soft spot for players on his team. He cocked an eye – perhaps they played on his other team too. He smiled coming out of the cough.<br/><br/>“Um, Dr. Grayson, perhaps you have a conference room or office we could use? I have several questions about the autopsy results of the deceased.” CJ tried to be professional, he didn’t know these two and needed to maintain his boundaries.<br/><br/>Dr. Grayson nodded and then began to escort them back into the hall. CJ took the chance to study the medical examiner, if only from the backside. Noah had long lithe features. He had a long angular face that matched his dark eyes. He had a brainy look about him. CJ noted he was quite tall with long arms that matched his other long features. The attorney wondered what else was long on the lab coat. His eye cocked again in curiosity.<br/><br/>For a moment he looked behind him, the detective following. The two were a dichotomy – for every bit of lithe body Noah had, Logan had muscle. It appeared almost as though Logan could pick Noah up and crack him in half…not that he would. It was still comical how Noah managed to stick up to Logan as though he were some child needing admonishment. CJ wondered if Noah would be quick to praise.<br/><br/>Noah stopped in front of a door, opening it and the three entered. It was a simple conference room. Nothing like City Hall where CJ’s office was located. City Hall had a historical austerity about it…marble, mahogany, old books, old paintings, old statues…old smell.<br/><br/>CJ had been to many police stations. They all smelled the same, he couldn’t quite place it. Perhaps a mix of guns, booze, and men. It wasn’t totally unpleasant. They tended to be loud and in your face.<br/><br/>CJ had been to the morgue very few times and it was always the same. Dead silence…pun intended. Except for the occasional grating of a skull saw or other torture device. It always smelled of chemicals and felt like a hospital, which resided above.<br/><br/>The three found their seats and CJ began. “You’ve got a dead body.” He motioned to Dr. Grayson. “You’ve got a suspect.” He motioned to Detective McNally. “I don’t have a case.” He sighed.<br/>