CJ snickered at Noah’s dark humor. The medical examiner definitely had an attractive personality…and the sexual energy he inadvertently gave off was quite subtle, it really pulled you into him. The guy had a way of looking at you that seemed to dissect you – level the playing field.<br/><br/>On the other hand, Logan oozed sexual dominance. CJ was surprised he didn’t have a leash hooked into his back pocket, just in case the cop came across an unwitting pet. It was the total opposite of the district attorney…and it was totally erotic. CJ was transfixed on the guy. Logan was no doubt the kind that fucked, and then after turned the TV on to watch the game.<br/><br/>There was no way CJ could ever choose between them. Not that he was in a position to choose. They were working together on a case, colleagues of sorts. He’d have them both.<br/><br/>“Yes…yes…that’ll work.” CJ said to Logan who offered a location. It just happened to coincide with a particularly wonderful thought of having both of them. No doubt Logan’s selection wouldn’t be the club, but if it had food CJ could handle it. And…the club…probably best to ease Logan into that kind of place.<br/><br/>On their way back down the stairs CJ was pretty dumbfounded that the cop new some piece of forensic evidence that he did not. Perhaps he miscalculated the caveman…then again. “Heard of it in a movie?” CJ said under his breath while rolling his eyes.<br/><br/>In the car, surrounded once again by the sights and smells of Logan, CJ pulled out his hand sanitizer and squirted some out. He wiped his hands vigorously. “I don’t think I’ve been to this place.” CJ said as they pulled into a lot. Inside, he was damn certain he’d never been to the place. There was no host to meet them and CJ could only follow Logan to a half circle booth near the back. The place was relatively dark and contained mostly broken furniture, a few pool tables, and a bar.<br/><br/>Logan scooted into the booth, CJ followed, and Noah was on the other side. It was a cop sandwich. Logan passed out menus and CJ took it. It appeared to be caked in a good twenty years worth of lunch specials.<br/><br/>“Drinks?”<br/><br/>A waitress chewing said standing in front of them. She wore jeans and a t-shirt. Instantly she seemed to recognize Logan and gave a wink. CJ raised an eyebrow – an annoyance.<br/><br/>“Yes, I’ll have water with a lemon.” CJ said politely.<br/>