"Fibers?" Logan asked with a frown. "What kind? Natural, synthetic?" He began to rapid fire questions at the Doc. "You sayin' he was smothered with something? A blanket, pillow, glove?" His eyes narrowed slightly as his agitation grew. "Hope you used the big red "URGENT" stamp on that lab analysis, 'cause I got Philip Swanson sitting on his ass in one of my holding rooms, and if I don't come up with something to charge him with by 6:00 tonight, the 24 hour rule kicks in and I gotta let him go."<br/><br/>Logan's frustration with the whole situation was completely evident, and he knew he was taking that frustration out on someone who was supposed to be helping him, although if truth be told, he'd rather be taking his frustration out on the Doc in a whole different way. Or even on Simons over there, who was frowning right back at him. Logan wasn't exactly picky. He sat back in his chair with a grunt and crossed his arms over his muscled chest, making his biceps bulge right through the leather jacket which was molded to his frame. Simons' frown turned into a bit of a cough, and Logan raised a brow as the ADA swallowed hard and opened his case file.<br/><br/>Then Simons mention the phrase 'loaded Daddy', looking right at Logan, who raised his other brow and gazed right back. Huh. That was interesting. Fantasy #33 began to play out in his head until Simons began to rattle off the list of folks who had access to Swanson at the time of his death. "Yeah, and every one of those has a credible alibi, except for the son who lawyered up as soon as he was Mirandized." Logan's emphasis on the word 'lawyer' showed exactly what he thought of that particular profession.<br/><br/>Lawyer-boy yammered on about the greedy relatives all wanting their share of Swanson's pie, no big surprise there. The rich were never satisfied being just rich. Logan would bet a paycheck Simons would fit right in to the highbrow country club scene that people like Swanson prized so much, if the cut of the ADA's suit was any indication. He knew the DA's office paid well, but it didn't pay<strong>that</strong>well.<br/><br/>The Doc on the other hand...who knows? They all looked the same wearing the green scrubs and the lab coat. He could be a trust fund baby or he could be dodging the collection calls for his student loans...which reminded Logan he had to change his phone number again. Then Simons got his attention with the engraved invitation to the crime scene, which made Logan's full lips turn up into a grin. He knew full well Simons could just order him to hop to like a bunny rabbit, since Logan's boss, Captain Reynolds, told him in no uncertain terms that he was to give the DA's office his full and complete cooperation. But the man practically sank to his knees and said 'pretty please'...and Logan's grin grew even wider at the thought of Simons on his knees...naked.<br/><br/>"Yeah, sure. Not like I got anything better to do." He shrugged nonchalantly, not wanting to seem too eager. Both men then turned their eyes to Grayson, curious to see if he would be joining them.<br/><br/>