It was different looking at a crime scene when you weren't there to pick up a body. The obvious tasks you had to accomplish were long since done. The body was already on a table in your morgue, the autopsy long since finished. And everything had this odd look about it. A fine layer of dust settled onto things as the room where the crime had taken place sat day after day unused, the garish yellow police tape somehow magically blocking access to everyone but the proper authorities.<br/><br/>What exactly was he supposed to discover at the scene? Noah had no idea. This wasn't his thing. The cops did the investigations. Those overly glorified guys with CSI emblazoned on their jackets got the forensic glory. And the DA got the conviction. The medical examiner? He got the body. He sat in the witness stand and explained the gory bloody details. And then he was forgotten. Because no one wanted to remember the blood. And no one ever wanted to think about the person who spent his days with the bodies.<br/><br/>All he could take from the crime scene right away was that the dead man had been rich. They got to his table and everyone was the same. Rich, poor, old, young. They were just bodies in need of identification, in need of cause of death. He didn't see the wealth or the age or the status in life. In their homes though? You saw it all. You saw the life they were now torn away from. And this man? Well he had one blessed life full of luxury. It would have been funny if it hadn't been a crime scene.<br/><br/>"Different maybe, but by the time they get to me? Everyone is equal... sounds kind of politically correct or philosophical right? But it's true. We are all the same once its over. This living rich and stuff? Won't matter when someone decided to kill you," Noah replied as Logan explained that the rich were different than they were. Sure he was trying to be fancy and quote literature, and the gesture wasn't missed on him, neither was the way he had leaned in, lips almost touching his ear. But Noah was out of place and he was all but rambling. He couldn't help it. If he could have he might just have waxed poetically himself, quoted a famous bard, or some other famed institution of history, Franklin perhaps? 'Content makes poor men rich; discontent makes rich men poor.'<br/><br/>"Okay Hayley Joel, no one here thought you had the boogie man's powers," Noah laughed as the DA said he didn't see dead people. "Unfortunately... I do..." he added with a shrug of his shoulders. He looked around the room as if searching for any ghosts lingering around then smiled slightly. Okay so he did see dead people, just only the ones delivered to his work and laid out on the table in need of an autopsy, and only in the physical sense, not in any silly astral projection ways.<br/><br/>"Everything in this house screams pricey... and not seeing the sheets but hoping they were collected I'd have to guess they are just as pricey... none of it screams out material that loses a fiber when pressed against a face..." Noah talked to no one in particular, thinking out loud to himself as he looked about the room. "You took samples right? Ones that we can compare to the fibers I found?" Noah asked unabashedly jumping in as the DA and cop has a moment of don't show me yours and I won't show you mine. For a crime scene where a guy sucked in his last breath there sure was a lot of sexual tension. It was strange, and erotic and wrong and, yeah Noah was going to focus on his work. Only he didn't work in the field did he? "I'd say with a quick look none of these added the fiber... maybe a shirt or glove or towel?" He was counting ideas off on his fingers as his phone rang. Noah held up a finger to indicate he needed a moment and flipped his phone out and held it to his ear.<br/><br/>One sided conversations seldom made much sense, and this was call was no different. A bunch of yeses and thank yous and good jobs. And then a goodbye. Noah turned to the two men and smiled as he closed his phone. "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?" Noah grinned, total cat who just ate a dozen canaries grin. He might have had no idea what he was doing outside his lab at the crime scene, but he had found some evidence all the same.