(http://img96.imageshack.us/img96/8220/aj02.jpg) (http://img96.imageshack.us/i/aj02.jpg/)(http://img522.imageshack.us/img522/3089/aj05.jpg) (http://img522.imageshack.us/i/aj05.jpg/)<br/><br/><br/>"Dr. Noah Grayson."<br/><br/>Detective Logan McNally finished the other man's sentence for him. He had followed the guy out of the elevator and down the corridor to the desk where a fat, aging clerk manned the security desk. As if anyone would want to break into the morgue. Of course, in his years in the Seattle PD he'd seen a lot of weird shit, so some freak wanting to get it on with the stiffs in the cooler wouldn't surprise him at all.<br/><br/>His jaw worked the stick of Nicorette in his mouth ferociously, and he considered popping another one. So far, the little sticks of gum had done nothing to curb his cancer stick addiction, other than addicting him to the Nicorette itself. Now he chomped the stuff sixteen hours a day, and his jaw was continually sore. He wished his jaw was sore for another reason he thought idly, doing his part to fulfill the quota of gay men who thought about sex nineteen times an hour.<br/><br/>Speaking of sex, he glanced to his right, where tall, dark and sexy was holding out his ADA badge for the fat clerk to inspect. When Logan stuck his hand in between the elevator doors to catch them before they closed completely, he was surprised to see the handsome man in an expensive suit gazing back at him. Logan stepped inside and began to drip everywhere, since he never carried an umbrella. He wasn't sure if he even owned an umbrella. As far as he was concerned, they were for pussies who didn't want to get their designer suits wet...sort of like the suit elevator guy was wearing, although he didn't look much like a pussy.<br/><br/>In fact, he caught the second look elevator guy gave him, along with the raised brow, and Logan's gaydar went redline. But, he was a firm believer in work before play, so he satisfied himself with a glance at the floor button, which indicated they were both heading down to the morgue. He let an erotic fantasy play out in his head between himself and elevator guy as they rode down. Okay, make that twenty times an hour...<br/><br/>The doors dinged and Logan ended the fantasy in his head while sticking a hand out, indicating the stranger was welcome to exit. The man nodded slightly and began to walk with purpose towards the security desk, Logan following and watching the man from behind. Huh.....twenty-one....