Law, Order & CSI [alxnjsh, Barnbean & Torch]
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				Title: <strong>Law, Order &amp; CSI [alxnjsh, Barnbean &amp; Torch]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>14-02-2010, 04:20:00</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i786.photobucket.com/albums/yy145/alxnjsh/characters/cj.jpg?t=1266118101)(http://i786.photobucket.com/albums/yy145/alxnjsh/characters/cj2.jpg?t=1266118117)</div><br>Christopher John Simons, known as CJ to any acquaintances and friends looked at his watch as he sat in the cab heading to the county medical facility. He tapped the messenger bag that was slung over his shoulder and chest impatiently. Outside the window the rain pelted down in a typical Seattle storm. As an Assistant District Attorney for King County, he often found himself shooting around town doing research into the case. This was, however, his first trip to the county morgue.<br><br>This case was an unusual one, a death of a rather wealthy elderly man by asphyxiation. Because of the high profile of the deceased, an ADA was put immediately on the case. That of course was to the chagrin of the Police Department. It wasn’t so buddy-buddy as on Law and Order or CSI. While technically a team, the District Attorney’s Office, Police Department, and Medical Examiner’s Office approached cases from different perspectives. Often the differences were difficult to work through. It usually happened, but not without strain.<br><br>What was particularly odd about the death was that asphyxiation did not appear to be accidental – such as liquid in the lungs and aspiration. From what CJ could get out of the report, there were fibers found in the deceased lungs, but other than that absolutely no trauma.<br><br>Shaking out of his contemplations, finally the cab stopped in front of the rather non-descript back entrance to the hospital. CJ paid the cabbie and got out, opening his umbrella so as not to get wet. It would ruin his afternoon if he got too wet. The perfectionist inside him had difficulty when he couldn’t have complete control. At this point he had yet to figure out how to control the weather.<br><br>Heading into the building he was greeted by a security checkpoint where he closed his umbrella. CJ flashed his ID to the guard after he fished it out of his trench coat. He was allowed to proceed. <em>Why were morgues always in the basement?</em> He got into the elevator and pressed the bottom floor. The doors nearly shut before CJ jumped as a hand reached in the middle, causing them to open again.<br><br>In stepped a drenched stranger. CJ looked quickly, offering a silent nod. The guy seemed to be built like a break wall. It caused CJ to look again and raise an eyebrow before looking back straight forward. <br><br>CJ noted the stranger looked at the button already pressed and seemed content with heading towards the morgue. The elevator was slow and probably installed in the late seventies. CJ waited impatiently as the numbers changed noting their descent. Finally it stopped and the door opened. CJ waited, but was offered a hand to go first. <br><br>CJ again merely nodded silently in a ‘thanks’ and he walked into the corridor. Following the sign he headed to the receiving area, followed by the stranger. He found a clerk and presented his badge.<br><br>“I’m Christopher Simons from the District Attorney’s Office. I’m here to see…” CJ clenched his jaw. It was something he did when feeling rushed and frustrated. He rarely did it in court, putting on instead a cold blank face. Now he was agitated. He couldn’t remember the name of the medical examiner. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Law, Order &amp; CSI [alxnjsh, Barnbean &amp; Torch]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Torch</strong> on <strong>14-02-2010, 18:24:36</strong>
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				(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....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Law, Order &amp; CSI [alxnjsh, Barnbean &amp; Torch]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>14-02-2010, 20:00:12</strong>
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				CJ turned to the stranger and raised an eyebrow. “Yes, Dr. Noah Grayson.” The dusting of beard on the stranger gave CJ a shiver down his spine. The ADA could clearly see the muscles rippling under the damp shirt. He swallowed hard as he turned away.<br><br>The two were able to continue through into the morgue. It smelled…well it smelled foul to CJ. He was never a big science whiz, stuck with history and English. He assumed the meat head that followed him preferred gym. His lip curled into a smile, meeting the stranger in a locker room would have easily made gym CJ’s favorite as well.<br><br>The stranger continued to follow, a bit unnerving, but it was his prerogative and it was probably better to walk into the morgue than the alternative. The attorney continued with confidence down the eerie halls and entered the main receiving room. “Dr. Noah Grayson.” A lab tech pointed to a doctor hunched over a body bag. CJ took a deep breath and then walked over.<br><br>“Dr. Grayson, I’m Christopher Simons from the District Attorney’s Office. I’ve been sent to discuss Alfred Swanson’s case with you.”&nbsp; He watched Dr. Grayson zip closed the bag and then stand, pulling off gloves. CJ held his badge for Noah to see, always formal and wound tightly.<br><br>“Logan McNally,” CJ heard from behind him. “Major Case, Seattle PD.”<br><br>The attorney turned slightly. The stranger was a cop, and the one assigned to the case. It gave CJ goose bumps.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Law, Order &amp; CSI [alxnjsh, Barnbean &amp; Torch]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barnbean</strong> on <strong>15-02-2010, 08:06:35</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff182/barnbean/001small.jpg) (http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff182/barnbean/002small.jpg)</div><br>Doctor Noah Grayson loved his work. It was cliche, it was silly, and many people didn't understand it. But he was one of those people who actually loved getting up and going to work in the morning. As a kid he had always dreamt of becoming a doctor. To grow up and to help people. To find out the cause of diseases and to get someone healthy if they had it. And of course as a kid he thought having a stethoscope would be pretty darn cool. As a teen the idea of a prescription pad at his disposal had seemed fun. And now? Well he definitely wasn't where he had planned to be.<br><br>A medical examiner was not where he had thought he would end up. He was a doctor of course. He had all the training of his colleagues who went into pediatrics and surgical rotations. Except he had something else which they didn't have. Training in forensic sciences. Hardly what he was thinking of though. It was a knack to look beyond the obvious and to find out things others might miss. It was the ability to dig into a mystery and see it through to the end. It was the patience to keep looking even when obvious answers refused to show up.<br><br>He had switched from the world of life saving medicine to... well to working with the dead. It sounded macabre put like that. Was there really any other way to say it though? He worked with the dead. He investigated the dead. He did the things that the police and the district attorneys and the crime scene guys couldn't do. He checked out the body, he found the hidden mysteries. And most of all he spoke for the dead. Their last line of defense in a world ready to bury them away like yesterday's news, or Monday's garbage. <br><br>Noah zipped shut the bag that held the latest victim to arrive in his lab and pulled off his gloves. With his foot he stepped on the hatch to the small waste container and dropped them inside when the lid popped open. He pulled his foot off and it shut with a loud clang that rang throughout the room. Noah had the presence of mind to look around apologetically, and that's when he saw the two men. Not medical examiners. Definitely not grieving loved ones looking to see the deceased. If he had to guess it would have been detectives. Though they hardly made a flattering pair, at least not in the police match up sense. As a pair they did have something about them... something that would look good in bed, covered only by a sheet... the room filled with the scent of sweat....<br><br>Noah shook his head and cleared his throat. Not the time or the place for that kind of thinking! He grinned at himself and his overactive mind. Many would have never had such thoughts in the morgue, but when you worked there, you got used to it, it became home, and you stopped just seeing it as a place where dead bodies were stored.<br><br>His smile widened as he realized he had at least been half right. One was a cop. The other a district attorney. It seemed the latest body had already attracted the interest of everyone involved in seeing justice served for those guilty of murder. And yes, Noah already suspected foul play when it came to Alfred Swanson, but suspicion was for the police and attorneys. He dealt in facts. <br><br>"Doctor Noah Grayson, pleasure to meet you both... though not under such circumstances, death hardly makes for grand pleasantries," Noah extended his hand for... well either of them to shake. The attorney was showing his badge, so Noah glanced at it and nodded that it was in order. The cop was... chewing gum... Noah shook his head and stepped on the trash cans lid again. "Gum in the trash, this is a clean facility, lord knows the last thing I need is to explain why the victim arrived here clean but left with chewing gum in his hair..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Law, Order &amp; CSI [alxnjsh, Barnbean &amp; Torch]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>16-02-2010, 16:48:48</strong>
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				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>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Law, Order &amp; CSI [alxnjsh, Barnbean &amp; Torch]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Torch</strong> on <strong>17-02-2010, 20:45:48</strong>
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				Logan's fantasy count shot up a good ten points upon the appearance of the ME. Nice. This one was was all sharp angles and deep eyes, but if he was a betting man (and he was) he would bet there was a shitload of hard sinew underneath that lab coat. Not to mention he noticed the Doc's long fingers...Huh. He'd always found that particular urban myth more on the truthful side, and he wouldn't mind finding out for-<br><br><em>"Gum in the trash, this is a clean facility, lord knows the last thing I need is to explain why the victim arrived here clean but left with chewing gum in his hair..."</em><br><br>Huh? Logan blinked before his eyes narrowed slightly. Well, shit. He felt eight years old again and sitting in Sr. Mary Angelica's math class as she chucked an eraser at his head when he was daydreaming out the window instead of paying attention to the times tables. With a not well concealed sigh of irritation, he pursed his lips and spat the gum into the trash can without even looking. Nothing but net.<br><br>Without his gum crutch, his fingers began to drum themselves against his pant leg as he heard his elevator companion snicker at his expense. Jesus. Before he could really give the guy something to laugh (or cry) about, the ADA asked to speak to the Doc about the latest stiff. The Doc nodded, then glanced at Logan. "Yeah...what he said." The detective grumbled with a flick of his head towards Simons. No sense in repeating the same question since it was obvious they were both here for the same reason. <br><br>Logan followed the other two men down the hallway and into a bland conference room, which was similar to an interrogation room in any police precinct, but without the long, two-way mirror. Instead, one wall was taken up by industrial shelving full of medical books, pharmacology manuals, research papers and so on. Since Logan assumed the ME's office did most of their research online these days, the forgotten hard copies of their professional data had been tucked away in this far cornered office, probably until they yellowed and fell apart. <br><br>Logan plopped himself into a chair, grimacing at the slight squish of his dripping backside. His drumming fingers now pounded out a tune on the tabletop as Simons bitched about not having a case. Well, no shit Sherlock, the DA's office couldn't find a black bowling ball on top of a coconut cake. Unless the suspect was handed over to them on a fucking silver platter with the murder weapon in hand, they always moaned about not being able to indict. Christ.<br><br>He scratched at the scruff on his cheek idly. "You get the tox screen back yet?" He asked Grayson, his blue eyes hooded lazily. He had read the same preliminary report Simons had, with the cause of death listed as asphyxiation, but with no signs of foul play. The problem was, people didn't just up and stop breathing on a whim. Nevertheless, the initial suspect, Alfred Swanson's son, Philip, was being held on suspicion of murder. But Logan wasn't all that convinced Philip was guilty, or even involved. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Law, Order &amp; CSI [alxnjsh, Barnbean &amp; Torch]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barnbean</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 04:02:28</strong>
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				Corpses, cops, and counselors. Those were the three types of people that Noah seemed to deal with most often in any given day. All three could be intimidating and frightening in their own way. The corpse was... well a dead body, often in various stages of decomp and often wounded and bloody. Zombie nightmares were a given there. Cops? They had big attitudes and they liked to be the ones finding the clues. Cops solved cases. Medical Examiners just looked at a body and... well solved cases. And Attorneys? Well they tended to have huge chips on their shoulders. The front edge well dressed face of things, the ones who actually got criminals locked away... <br><br>At least the stiffs knew how to keep their mouths shut. The others? Well Noah liked to think he had great people skills. You spend enough time with the dead though and you started talking to yourself. And staring at the live people who did wander into your domain. Noah had to admit that for a cop and an attorney they were both definitely lookers. One a picture of masculinity, his muscles all but tearing their way through his clothes like he was about to break into some erotic body builder poses. The other a more controlled and seemingly more stern type, the kind that followed the rules of the law and could recite them in and out of court. But no less good looking, smaller, less overtly muscled, but hot all the same. And what a man sandwich the two would have made...<br><br>"Good to meet you both, right this way..." Noah said as he led both men to the conference room that was used mostly for staff meetings. Occasionally a DA got all official and wanted to sit and talk. Or got queasy and wanted to handle things away from the bodies and power tools and blood... Noah just grinned. Not everyone was cut out for the work he did. Just as he could never be a cop protecting the streets or a lawyer in those hallowed halls of justice. Everyone had their own thing. His was... not having much of a gag reflex ... more a parlor trick than a skill, but damn did it make him popular with the guys....<br><br>Okay time to stop staring at the eye candy and daydreaming and actually get some work done. Noah sat in one of the chairs and looked from lawyer to cop and back again. Typical DA. He wanted a case handed to him in a sealed box, a pretty bow wrapped around it. Did he care about evidence or fact? Or did he want supposition and blind opinion? If he wanted the latter he would need to find himself another ME, if he wanted the former? Well then he had better learn some patience. <br><br>"Well I can tell you the dead body didn't kill himself, so there's one suspect to write off. And I can also tell you that he was in decent shape for his age, no signs of stress to the heart muscles and beyond a torn ligament in his shoulder, which his medical file indicates was from a slip and fall, there isn't much to mention at a quick glance," he explained honestly as he placed a folder on the table and flipped it open to the primary autopsy overview. Which was a fancy way of saying it was a bullet list of the most apparent causes of death and facts, any apparent on a corpse checked off. <br><br>"Tox screen has come back, and it is clean.... everything is on the up and up at first glance, like I said..." Noah shrugged his shoulders before he flipped the page on the file to the next one listing a bunch of chemical tests that had been performed. "I have sent additional bodily fluids, namely vitreous fluid, for more detailed tests, and fibers from the throat and nose are being analyzed by the lab as well..." Noah paused to let both men react to that information however they would. He expected some grumbling from one, and some complaints from the other... but who knew, sometimes people surprised him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Law, Order &amp; CSI [alxnjsh, Barnbean &amp; Torch]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 04:53:49</strong>
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				Listening first to Logan and then to Noah, CJ was able to stare intently at the two. As a team, albeit hastily thrown together because of their stations in life, they needed to fit all the pieces of the crime together and he needed to translate that into a coherent case. Each one needed to know the intricacies of the crime scene, body…everything. <br><br>CJ knew he’d be calling them to testify if there was in fact an indictment. He’d need to prepare them ahead of time from the prosecution’s standpoint as well as with potential questions from the defense.<br><br>CJ had a bit of a libido problem and, swallowing hard, he tried to focus elsewhere. Unfortunately that elsewhere was in the bathroom in a precarious ménage a trois between the cop and doctor. He opened the file before him. “The likelihood of a healthy man just dropping dead is…well…not very likely. He was older, but…” CJ thought more as he replayed the facts in his mind. “I mean, he was a loaded daddy.” The attorney instinctively looked to Logan and then regretted it. He meant daddy as in father, not as in a rough cop-Daddy-god.<br><br>“Ahem,” CJ cleared his throat. “There’s the son, the nurse, ex-wife, and a list of six or seven other staff like a cook, gardener…all with the ability. I guess it comes down to motive and method.” CJ ran his hands through his perfectly spiked hair and sighed. He was talking in circles, he knew it, but that’s how his mind worked. <br><br>&nbsp;“Our office already received a notification of the disbursement of his estate through his trustee. I’ve filed a motion to delay the reading until the closure of the investigation.” He shrugged. “I don’t know if the judge will buy it without concrete evidence.” <br><br>“I think, I need to see the crime scene.” CJ said after reviewing the files. “Perhaps you two might have some insights too.” He said. “If you’re free, I'd appreciate you accompanying me.” CJ wasn’t sure where that came from. Usually being from the DA’s office, they considered themselves a bit higher than the other various departments and branches of government – including the public safety and health. What he meant to push out of his mouth was more to the tune of ‘you will accompany me to the crime scene.’ <br><br>He shook it off. “I’m not sure how long I can hold off the gold diggers and aside from finding anything illegal, there will be a team of lawyers at my office Monday demanding the scene be released.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Law, Order &amp; CSI [alxnjsh, Barnbean &amp; Torch]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Torch</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 22:19:39</strong>
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				"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>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Law, Order &amp; CSI [alxnjsh, Barnbean &amp; Torch]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barnbean</strong> on <strong>19-02-2010, 01:29:44</strong>
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				Noah suppressed the urge to roll his eyes as the cop immediately latched on to what he said and all but shoved a load of questions down his throat about it. Not the only thing he wouldn't mind shoved down his throat... the guy was hot, and he screamed muscular man in charge.... but that was neither here nor now. A very very big mental side-note, one to think about later when he was alone in his apartment. For now he would focus on the annoyance the man's comments caused in him. "Oh you wanted it done priority? If I had known that I wouldn't have had the order sent by Sherpa, could take weeks, maybe months, they seldom get lost, but those Sherpa are notoriously slow," Noah said as he looked at Logan, unafraid to meet the larger man's gaze even when replying to him in what he was sure the cop would take as a less that satisfactory fashion. <br><br>"Of course it's a rush job, all unsolved cases get priority, unless an angry DA bursts in claiming his already at court case has new breaking evidence we need to review immediately... but if that happens you can blame Christopher here and his legal buddies, not me," He explained with a grin as he looked from the cop to the lawyer. Ball was totally in his court now if there were any delays. And that suited Noah just fine. He hated the political games and the passing of the buck, but he had a job to do, and it was hard enough without everyone and their lap dog breathing down his neck.<br><br>"I said fibers in his throat, I never said he was smothered," Noah corrected Logan's assumption. "In fact my initial comments stand, he was in perfect health for a man his age. No signs of asphyxiation or suffocation aside from the fibers. For all intents and purposes he dropped dead and fiber fell into his windpipe..." Noah explained as he flipped to another page in the file, one that showed a picture of the victim from the shoulders up. His eyes were not bloodshot, his lips were not blue, he had no outward signs of any sort of smothering. <br><br>Noah caught the loaded daddy comment, and where CJ's eyes were when he said it. Cute, the guys were mentally fucking right in front of him in his conference room. "If you two need a minute I can wait outside?" He said idly as he shook his head at the two. He had fantasies too, but he was a lot better at keeping them to himself. "If you don't mind the smell of cleaning supplies or the security camera filming you I can even give you the key to the supply closet," He further offered up, laughing as he did so. <br><br>"Or I could just say that in my opinion this death was not some natural freak occurance, the likely hood of him dropping dead is in the million to one range, and I just don't like those kinds of odds. Then having said that I could tell you both how we will keep working until something more solid turns up... but your choice, I'm good with work files or store room videos to review tonight," he shrugged his shoulders and looked at both men, waiting to see what either would say.<br><br>The attorney said... well what he wasn't expecting at all. Suggesting they all go to the crime scene? It wasn't often he got to head out into the field with the detectives and such. But he was game if they were willing to have him along. "Sounds good to me, I never get to take field trips, not since they banned us from the anatomy museum after an unfortunate incident with a finger and a prosthetic anus..." He waved the comment off as he jumped to his feet. "Just let me get changed out of the scrubs and I will be with you gentlemen in a moment," He explained before he moved from the room and to his office where he quickly pulled off his scrubs and pulled on a pair of slacks and a button down shirt. He stepped back into the conference room, still tucking the shirt into his pants, a grin on his face. "Unless one of you plans to offer to help me button my pants, how about you stop staring and we get going?" Noah said, grin on his face as he did so. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Law, Order &amp; CSI [alxnjsh, Barnbean &amp; Torch]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>19-02-2010, 05:54:22</strong>
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				CJ just shook his head. He nearly snickered again, though caught himself. Noah definitely had balls to stand up to Logan without regard for his safety. He rather marveled at the two of them facing off, it gave him a bit of a tingle up the spine.<br><br>Clearly Logan and Noah both had disdain for the legal profession. Logan’s cop persona oozed masculinity and he had the typical lawyer spiel about rights and shit that cops hated. Noah made it seem like any delay would be caused by the legal ends of things. All he could do was clench his jaw and, for now, ignore it.<br><br>An eyebrow raised itself as Noah commented the two could use the room for a minute if they needed. “A minute might be all you need with the stiffs down here, but lawyers are meticulous.” CJ said casting a grin towards Logan.<br><br>CJ grabbed his file before him and tucked it into his Kenneth Cole bag. He looked at Noah as he explained the lack of field trips. He couldn’t stifle the laugh as the medical examiner explained a field trip that involved some inappropriate touching of erotic…yet plastic…areas. CJ studied Noah’s fingers for a moment – noting their long, lithe shape – they’d reach far. In contrast, Logan’s fingers were calloused and rough – they’d provide extra sensations.<br><br>The attorney watched as Noah left the room. He stood, as did Logan and finished gathering his materials. When the ME reentered, he offered another off beat comment. “Ha! I’m sure Logan’s used to dressing and undressing perps. We generally stay clothed in City Hall.” CJ offered as a glance precariously made its way to Noah’s crotch. Luckily, there was no crime for looking and Noah had brought attention to the area. Together, they made their way into and down the long antiseptic smelling corridor.<br><br>At the elevator CJ he pushed the button to return to the more living sections of the hospital. Almost simultaneously, they entered the elevator and somehow the temperature seemed to rise. It was probably just CJ, but he had the sudden desire to reach out and push the emergency stop button. He wanted to unbutton Noah’s pants while positioning himself for Logan to…<br><br>He swallowed carefully. There was some mention of an unmarked car Logan had and the three decided to head over together. Noah and CJ had to climb in the back, with the front of Logan’s car full of…well CJ wasn’t quite sure. The ADA had the compulsion to pull Logan out of the front and then clean it from top to bottom. He wondered if Noah had the same reaction.<br><br>“I don’t seem to recall seeing your names before.” CJ was relatively new to the District Attorney’s Office. “How long have you been in your positions?” He asked, offering to break the silence. Attorneys were social creatures and he didn’t like silence. Silence gave time for people to think and carefully responded. His job was to catch people off guard.<br><br>In the car, Logan made his way to the Queen Anne neighborhood of Seattle, full of mansions and huge houses. It regretfully reminded CJ of home.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Law, Order &amp; CSI [alxnjsh, Barnbean &amp; Torch]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Torch</strong> on <strong>20-02-2010, 05:23:05</strong>
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				As the men stepped outside, Logan slipped on his mirrored aviator sunglasses now that the rain had stopped and the sun was trying to peek through. The aviators were standard issue throughout law enforcement, hiding the officer's eyes to his advantage, and Logan's sky blue orbs disappeared behind the frames. His undercover vehicle was standard issue as well, although the word undercover was a bit of a misnomer. The piece of shit black Ford Crown Victoria with missing hubcaps, government plates and a computer terminal attached to the dash screamed "COP CAR" to anyone who bothered to glance at it.<br><br>A half second before he unlocked the department issued vehicle, Logan remembered its slightly disheveled state. Oh well, it wasn't like these guys hadn't seen a bit of a mess before. He opened the passenger side front door, and an empty Red Bull can came rolling out to clatter onto the asphalt, along with an crumpled Wendy's bag and a discarded box of Nicorette. Staring at the clutter that hadn't fallen out yet, Logan had to admit it was a bit more than disheveled, the result of a week-long stakeout that ended two days ago. He had simply grown used to the mess and hadn't bothered cleaning it out yet. Shrugging, he turned to his two companions. "Why don't you two get all cozy in the back." As soon as he said it, visions of what he would really like to do to the other two men in the backseat of the car flitted across his consciousness. Grinning to himself, he unlocked the rear passenger door, then rounded the Ford to climb into the driver's seat.<br><br>Unfortunately for the Doc and the ADA, the back seat wasn't exactly pristine, as the floorboard was littered with more empty Red Bull cans, discarded tissues, one page of Logan's bank statement showing a negative balance, a copy of Men's Health magazine that Logan surreptitiously lifted from his dentist's office because it had Tom Brady on the cover, and a month old flyer from the Cuff Complex, a gay bar and dance club in the Capitol Hill area of Seattle. He started the engine and the Crown Vic rumbled to life as he threw the car into gear and weaved through the parking lot before pulling out into the city streets. They were headed for the Queen Anne neighborhood, a snobby, old money area where all the mansions were probably mortgaged to the teeth by their inbred, weak-chinned owners. Logan hated going to Queen Anne, although he figured lawyer-boy would fit right in. He glanced in the rear view mirror at his two passengers. Christ, Simons was practically drooling over the expensive real estate. The Doc was...well, he hadn't quite figured the Doc out yet, although the little strip tease the man performed back at the stiff shop was awfully tasty.<br><br>Simons obviously wanted to make chit-chat and Logan frowned; the only work he wanted to see the other man doing with his mouth would be happening a lot further south. On the other hand, it couldn't hurt to try and make nice for once. "Been on the job eight years, right out of college. I've been doing undercover assignments for the last eighteen months, mostly out in Rainier Valley. Just transferred back up here." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Law, Order &amp; CSI [alxnjsh, Barnbean &amp; Torch]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barnbean</strong> on <strong>20-02-2010, 23:22:58</strong>
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				It was good to know that both the DA and the cop had a sense of humor. Otherwise they would have been just as boring as the people that Noah encountered on a daily basis. And he had enough one sided conversations with the actual stiffs. He didn't need it from the people he was supposed to work alongside too. Sure the DA went for quick wit in his meticulous joke. But Noah had a feeling it wasn't really all that joking of a comment. If he had to bet on it he would have guessed the man had an ocd streak a mile wide and did everything to as near perfection as he could. A noble trait, but one that could get endlessly annoying pretty fast if iut meant constant calls from an attorney wanting fact after fact about dead bodies and cases they happened to be working on together. The cop seemed less the call and harass you for facts type and more the expect the facts just because he grunted in your direction kind. Toss an order your way, expect a yes sir and a salute, and get your way. <br><br>They were definitely three very unique personalities, at least from what Noah could gauge on a first meeting. And while he was sure both men would like nothing more than him bent over backwards at their beck and call with facts and evidence... well that just wasn't likely to happen. Noah didn't make the evidence, he followed it. Cops beat down doors and dug facts up. Medical examiners had more finesse to their work. Sure it was bloody and gory. But there was a finesse to it all the same. Not the kind of finesse it took to be the suave DA in the fancy designer suit of course. But it was there all the same...<br><br>It didn't matter who saw it or not. They all had their skills and Noah for one didn't need praise or acknowledgment for his. Though he had to admit the idea of being bent over backwards by either of the two men was not something he would complain about any... They were both entirely too attractive for their own good, and in such totally different ways. Noah had to stop thinking like that or the corpses wouldn't be the only thing stiff around him. And he wasn't sure the best first impression with the cop and the DA would be to march out to the car with&nbsp; a hard-on in his pants. They would think he had a thing for cars. Or crime scenes. And there was no way a guy could live something like that down, or convince people it wasn't true anyway.<br><br>"From what I hear about the mayor, staying clothed in his office is only something he does when his secretary isn't around to dictate a letter from his lap..." Noah said with a grin as he followed behind the two men and out to the parking lot. The parking lot where Logan's car was. If you wanted to call what he was driving a car. It was obviously police issue. Plain and boring and... well dirty. What had once been an attempt at an undercover cop car was now some sort of homeless man haven. Did he live out of the car? Noah wasn't about to ask. But it seemed a really distinct possibility. <br><br>As they climbed into the car Noah felt like a criminal. Stuffed into the back of a cop car? What else could he feel like? Well a garbage man. Oscar the Grouch. A hobo. Logan;s car made it possible to feel a lot of things. Bugs crawling on you maybe. Aroused? Not at all. So at least Noah didn't need to worry about them thinking he had some sort of car fetish. No possibility of being aroused in that mess. "Well we solved at least one crime..." Noah said as he held up the magazine with the dentist office address label in the bottom corner. "We know who is stealing magazines from your local dentist..." He continued before he tossed the magazine towards the empty front passenger seat. <br><br>CJ seemed more interested in actual conversation though. Noah listened as he asked how long they had been in their positions, not missing the word choice after the whole daddy moment earlier. The DA was definitely a man who could use words to his advantage, in the court room for sure, and out of it for some subtle flirting with the buff cop action. "I'm new to this job, worked out of the city since I graduated, but barely got the job here in the big city, time to prove myself and all that, so no making me look bad, huh?" Noah answered with a grin after Logan explained how long he had been on the job. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Law, Order &amp; CSI [alxnjsh, Barnbean &amp; Torch]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>22-02-2010, 06:10:07</strong>
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				CJ listened carefully, collecting the facts and organizing them coherently into schema in his mind that made up his perceptions of Logan and Noah. Did it sound dull? Yes. Did it make him one of the best Assistant District Attorneys in the county? Hell yes.<br><br>CJ moved his foot around in the back of the car, avoiding the various paraphernalia that Logan managed to accumulate. It was quite different from his SUV which remained parked in the garage at his converted warehouse condo. CJ loathed driving. He tried to ignore the data presented to him, but his calculating mind couldn’t. Logan played for his team, was a cop on a cop’s salary, and appreciated a nice piece of man. He smiled briefly. He reached down and between his finger and thumb picked up the flyer for a gay bar. Looking at it for a moment, he handed it to Noah. “A month old.” The advertisement did attract his attention, but the date worried him more. “Perhaps the perpetrator is actually in here? I’m…I’m not sure we could find him if he was.” He asked light heartedly to Noah.<br><br>He wiped his hand on his coat and ignored the refuse. Regardless, CJ still managed to picture himself squished against Noah, his CK modern cut suit opened by Logan who was getting ready to fuck him. <br><br>CJ looked at Noah for a moment. Damn…surrounded by flyers for gay bars, a hot cop, and an equally hot doctor.&nbsp; He looked out the window, trying to shift his thoughts to the case. Soon enough they pulled into the drive of the mansion. CJ got out of the car, not without an old wrapper sticking to his Kenneth Coles. He reached down, pulled it off, and tossed it back in the car. “Ugh, remind me to propose legislation paying for a cop-car-cleaner.” He said, wiping his hand on his coat. CJ was tempted to grab his hand sanitizer, but he wasn’t that bad…a little OCD, yes…pathological…not yet.<br><br>There was a key holder on the door, the same kind one would find in a house on the market. CJ followed alongside Noah and behind Logan. It was an amazing sight and he found himself continuously going back to the outline of Logan’s massive thighs. CJ swallowed hard. At the door Logan bent over to enter the numbers on the lock box key pad. CJ couldn’t help but look at Noah, to Logan’s tight ass, and then back to Noah. The attorney couldn’t help it, a smile tipped up the corner of his lips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Law, Order &amp; CSI [alxnjsh, Barnbean &amp; Torch]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Torch</strong> on <strong>22-02-2010, 20:41:50</strong>
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				Throwing the Crown Vic into park, Logan exited the vehicle, his jaw working furiously over the two sticks of Nicorette he had jammed into his mouth during the drive. He rounded the front of the car and strolled up the steps to the massive double front doors. The mansion was a typical 19th century monster, full of gables and turrets and porticos and shit Logan didn't even have a name for. He grabbed the keypad lock and punched in the code, fully aware the other two men were watching, and he spread his legs slightly and stuck his ass out, just for the hell of it. <br><br>The lock clicked open, and he removed it and opened the doors. They swung open, revealing a gaudy interior foyer big enough to host a wedding reception. A chandelier glinted overhead, and their footsteps echoed along the polished marble floors. Glances left and right showed an equally over the top drawing room and a formal reception room, plus myriad other rooms continuing down the wide center hallway. A massively carved wooden staircase lay in front of them, ornate and intimidating, a blood red carpet runner covering the steps. Logan couldn't imagine growing up as a kid in this monstrosity, which looked more like a mausoleum than a home. <br><br><em>Huh, no wonder Philip wanted to knock his old man off. This house would make anybody grow up batshit crazy.</em><br><br>Not that Logan had anything against patricide. He thought about whacking his own old man every time Patrick McNally came home drunk from the local bar and starting beating Peg, Logan's mother. She was a gentle, timid woman who went to Mass every morning and believed Fr. Fitzgerald when he told her that if she was a better wife and mother, her husband wouldn't feel the need to beat her. Fortunately for Peg the beatings stopped when Logan turned sixteen and decided he had heard enough. He confronted Patrick, grabbed the fist that just split his mother's lip and told his father that if he ever did it again, he'd break his arm. Patrick gazed at his son, perhaps realizing for the first time that the boy now towered over him by a good four inches and outweighed him by twenty pounds of muscle. <br><br>Patrick snorted and shuffled off to pass out in bed while Logan silently handed his mother some ice for her lip. The beatings stopped, but as the years went on, Logan always got the awful feeling that his mother somehow resented his interference. He never could understand it, and he often wondered if the result had anything to do with his preference of sexual partners. Sure, he fucked girls in high school, and even a few in college, but the older he got, the more he found himself attracted to men almost exclusively.<br><br>Which brought his thoughts back to the present and the two fine specimens of male flesh wandering around the mansion with him. Briefly he thought about the opulent, comfortable and most importantly <em>empty</em> bedrooms upstairs, and he wondered if his Captain would mind too terribly if Logan took a few minutes out of his day to fuck one or the other...oh hell, <em>both</em> men silly. Somehow he knew the answer to that question. Sighing heavily at his misfortune, he started up the stairs, knowing without a doubt his companions were watching his ass...literally.<br><br>"The fun stuff's upstairs, boys." He drawled, leading both men up to the bedroom where Alfred drew his last breath.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Law, Order &amp; CSI [alxnjsh, Barnbean &amp; Torch]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barnbean</strong> on <strong>23-02-2010, 22:15:42</strong>
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				In hindsight, Noah wasn't sure if it was a good idea to have agreed to go along with Logan and CJ into the field. Each of them had something they did best, something that made them good at their jobs, and it was unique not to each of the three of them, but to their jobs in general. Where Logan and even CJ went out and gathered facts, talked to people, looked at evidence, Noah was more the analytical mind, he relied on the body, and whatever it contained within to guide him to an ultimate decision on things. DAs and cops could speculate and guess. The medical examiners biggest weapon was evidence, and not interpreting the facts but letting them tell the story. A good medical examiner was simply the narrator for a play that someone else had written. They set the stage and they ran through the lines. But the cops, the DA and even the criminal and victim all brought the story together, created it and molded it. The medical examiner just read it all as it was. No flair, no colorful analogy. Fact. Plain and simple.<br><br>Sure as a medical examiner he did leave the morgue. No body ever left a crime scene without someone from the medical examiners office being present. They took the body away, they were responsible for it and any evidence contained on it. No one but the medical examiner even touched the body, none of that silly check for a wallet stuff they presented on court dramas. Any cop who did that was bending a rule, and leaving his finger prints all over the evidence. Which was both irresponsible, and plain silly. <br><br>Noah went anyway though. Maybe he hadn't been thinking with his head. At least not the head he tried to use at work anyway. Logan was hot and intrigued him. He seemed gruff and completely rough around the edges. And yet when handed an order like spit your gum out he complied with an almost military precision at following orders. He was a study in contradictions. A cop who could clean the mean streets but his car was a dump. A man in charge who could follow orders. The proverbial muscled ladies man with gay club fliers in his car. An officer of the law who stole magazines.... And then there was CJ. Noah was sure the man was at least remotely ocd. And he obviously liked to be in control. But he also seemed to have a thing for the cop, or at least 'daddies'. Controlled in the court room, a bit out of place out of it. A man of facts, and most likely money... If he was a shrink he could have analyzed both men for a year and not been finished. Instead he was a medical doctor, and while he could examine them it wouldn't suggest as much about them, not that he wouldn't have LOVED to examine their bodies. <br><br>"We are so wearing some latex gloves on the ride back... I think something is alive in the backseat and it crawled over my hand..." Noah said with a grin as they stepped out of the police cruiser. He slapped his hand on the back of CJ's expensive suit and pretended to wipe some foreign substance off his hand using the material as a common rag. It made for a great joke against an ocd type. But more than that it made for the perfect excuse to run his hand up and down CJ's back. Maybe one hand rested on his ass for a brief moment. But if so, it was completely innocent, and any cuppage was just a by product of the joke. At least that was what Noah would claim if CJ said anything. Internally he would just think about how firm and nice it felt... Definitely wouldn't have minded seeing the attorney out of his designer suit... Alas, that wasn't likely to happen. He could day dream though.<br><br>And so as they walked to the crime scene, at the fanciest place Noah had ever been to, he did just that. A nice little daydream involving Logan and CJ shedding their clothes. That was until Logan spoke up and reminded him he was actually at a crime scene, looking for the place the victim had died. He may have worked with the dead, but that stuff so didn't turn him on. <br><br>Daydream ruined, Noah followed along with the other two men. "You have quite the wide definition of fun, don't you?" Noah asked the question vaguely, allowing it to be taken as a lovely gentle come on or a simple response to a murder scene being fun. He wasn't about to hit on guys at a crime scene. That would have been in bad taste. But vague comments? Sure. Oh and the daydreams, those were fine too. <br><br>Walking up to the scene of the crime, Noah kept his eyes on both fine specimens of men. "Very nice..." he said quietly to himself and then shook his head. "The house.. it's nice..." He added almost lamely. "For a place someone died that is, but the view is great," Noah continued. Of course they weren't near any windows. So the only view he had was the luscious rise and fall of the backsides of the two men before him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Law, Order &amp; CSI [alxnjsh, Barnbean &amp; Torch]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 06:14:25</strong>
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				CJ didn’t have any expectations or interest with the house. He’d seen too many like it – all cookie cutter. He found more interest in his two companions. He watched Noah’s expressions on seeing the house and his quirky comments. CJ smiled.<br><br>Of course, it took Logan to make the most obvious remark as they headed up the stairs to the bedroom. CJ raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Don’t you wish.” It was more of a threat than a question. At the top of the floor CJ could only follow Logan as he had not been in the house. It wasn’t an issue, Logan was the type of guy that demanded to be followed. <br><br>Looking back to be sure the ME didn’t stop to admire the architectural details, he noted the difference in Noah’s demeanor from Logan’s. Both tasty.<br><br>The bedroom had not been touched, though one couldn’t really tell unless he looked closely. Because the elderly deceased didn’t die an overly vicious death…though asphyxiation wasn’t exactly dying in dreamland…there wasn’t blood or a chaotic crime scene.<br><br>CJ noted that a glass was on the floor, toppled over and blankets were thrown about. He didn’t have the same senses as Logan and Noah for a crime scene. He didn’t see past any obvious details. “I…I guess I wasn’t sure what I’d get from seeing it in person.” He shrugged, nearly sitting on the side of the bed before catching himself…crime scene and all.<br><br>“It’s not like I can see dead people.” (shout out to Aaden – Barn…that’s a character in our other game that can see the dead) CJ said out of frustration.<br><br>He looked over at Logan who again looked completely calm. CJ presumed the cop had two levels – comatose cool and feral animal. Now he appeared cool. Noah seemed to take it all in, his mind calculating all the possible variables.<br><br>CJ felt…dumb. He clenched his jaw and walked around the bed. “Mrs. White with her underwear in the bedroom.” He said offhandedly, a metaphor to the game Clue. There were so many cliché suspects…<br><br>The jolted ex-wife. CJ had a paralegal looking in at the will and any divorce/death clauses.<br><br>The son. Logan could look into any out priors or debts.<br><br>The nurse. Anna Nicole?<br><br>CJ sighed and stopped as he raised his hand to run it through his hair. It would completely mess it up. It was a habit he picked up from his father. CJ loved to run fingers through his hair, mostly have others do it, but his father had an issue with not looking like you were going before the Supreme Court every day. His father hounded in the importance of appearance and it seemed to manifest itself in some mild OCD tendencies.<br><br>Right now CJ needed a drink. He looked at the bed again. It was big enough to fit all three of them. He swallowed hard at the thought.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Law, Order &amp; CSI [alxnjsh, Barnbean &amp; Torch]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Torch</strong> on <strong>27-02-2010, 17:12:04</strong>
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				<em>"You have quite the wide definition of fun, don't you?" </em><br><br>As he ascended the stairs, Logan glanced over his shoulder at the comment and smiled at Noah. It wasn't a mischievous, boyish smile though; it was a dark, evil, you-have-no-idea type of smile. Chuckling to himself, he swiveled his head forward as they stepped onto the landing and approached the double doors to the master suite. The large bedroom covered the entire wing of this part of the house, and it was as opulently furnished as any of the other rooms, the only jarring note being the remains of fingerprint powder dusting the room surfaces. <br><br>The duvet on the bed was tossed onto the floor in a heap, and the sheets were gone, presumably to the morgue for fiber analysis, leaving the mattress bare. Other that that, the room was absent anything even remotely suspicious. Logan walked idly, glancing here and there. CSU had already scoured the room for evidence of foul play, and he wasn't exactly sure as to what lawyer-boy intended to get out out of this field trip, but he wasn't going to complain. It was a helluva lot better than busting gang bangers down in Rainier Valley, Seattle's answer to South Central LA.<br><br>Had had noticed the Doc's appreciation of the stately mansion, and he slid up behind the man so he could softly murmur into a well-shaped ear. "The rich are different than you and me." At Noah's surprised look, Logan glanced over at the ADA, who obviously was unimpressed by the wealth on display, and then back at Noah, a brow raised. Logan wondered if the surprise was just because his lips almost touched the man's ear, or because Logan quoted F. Scott Fitzgerald. <br><br>He smirked and moved away, his attention caught when Simons ran fingers through his hair, mussing it slightly. Logan licked his lips and his own fingers itched to repeat the action; the man's hair was thick and full, and he could only imagine taking hold of a fistful and grabbing it tightly as he slid his well-lubed cock between what was no doubt a perfectly round set of ass-cheeks. Yeah, that would work out just fine. <br><br>Simons turned towards him and Logan blinked in surprise, his fantasy in full swing. Annoyed that he didn't get to finish his carnal thoughts, Logan practically barked at the man. "Well? Was it good for you?" He jerked his head towards the bed, indicating the spot where Alfred shuffled off his mortal coil.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Law, Order &amp; CSI [alxnjsh, Barnbean &amp; Torch]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barnbean</strong> on <strong>03-03-2010, 00:40:59</strong>
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				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. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Law, Order &amp; CSI [alxnjsh, Barnbean &amp; Torch]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>05-03-2010, 06:18:57</strong>
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				<em> Good for you? </em> <br><br>What the hell was the cop talking about? Whatever it was, it shot right to CJ’s groin and once again he found himself flushing slightly. He sighed and regained his composure. It was getting warmer in the room for CJ and he reached a finger into his collar to let out a little steam. He turned just as Logan leaned away from Noah’s ear. It only added to the temperature problem. Instead of lips moving, CJ watched Logan lick Noah’s flesh and take his lobe into…<br><br>CJ blinked back to reality. What the fuck was wrong with him? It was as though being in proximity to the bully and nerd he couldn’t control himself. He needed to box them into their appropriate positions…cop = bully and medical examiner = nerd. It didn’t help. He was used to attorneys, high balls, and suits. He could probably venture Logan didn’t have a suit and Noah’s suit was the one he wore at graduation under his robes.<br><br>Again, he was forced to return to reality. Maybe he needed some medication? A phone ringing helped his senses. He watched as Noah spoke, stealing glances at the cop on occasion. He felt like a teenager for a moment. Christ…what would his dad say? First, a public prosecutor. Second, lovesick for a man…and not a white bred rich man, but a cop…and a medical examiner? That’ll make a nice Christmas present. CJ grinned.<br><br><em> "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?" </em><br><br>It only took a second for CJ to flip open his phone. “I need a motion to halt the dispensation of property.” CJ listened, barely registering the questions he was being asked by his assistant. “Suspicion of murder.” Again, ignoring the young girl. “Valerian extract.” CJ thought for a moment. “I’m…I’m not sure…google it.” He closed his phone.<br><br>“I’ve got our people stopping any dispensation of the deceased’s property. No judge could go against a suspicion of murder.” CJ tucked the phone back in his pocket. He looked at his Rolex. Just about lunch time. He looked to them both. “Do you have time to stop and pick up something to eat on the way back to the morgue? I’ve got to be in court later and won’t have time.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Law, Order &amp; CSI [alxnjsh, Barnbean &amp; Torch]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Torch</strong> on <strong>19-03-2010, 23:42:18</strong>
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				Logan blinked as Noah mentioned valerian, and his mouth blurted the words out before he could stop them. "Valerian? Nobody uses that anymore, not since-" Abruptly Logan shut his mouth with a muted 'pop', since they were both staring at him like he'd suddenly sprouted an extra head. Lawyer-boy was already yammering into his IPhone, telling some hapless assistant to "Google it" and the Doc peered at him with obvious curiosity before raising a brow, since Logan was the only man in the room who'd ever heard of the previously unknown substance.<br><br>His tanned complexion turned slightly ruddy as he flushed, and he quickly made something up, not caring if it sounded plausible or not. "I...heard of it in a...movie once, and I looked it up." He pursed his lips and folded his arms across his muscled chest again, glaring back at the two. "What?" If he told them the truth, neither man would ever stop laughing, so Logan had told his story and was sticking to it.<br><br>"Look, it's a powerful sedative. If you combine enough of it with alcohol, you can knock someone out for hours, maybe even kill 'em. And it doesn't have any hangover effects, so you never know you've been drugged. It's like....like a 19th century version of roofies." He explained patiently, the two men taking in what he said blatant interest.<br><br>The Doc had a giant bubble over his head that had 'valerian' written all over it, and somehow Logan knew the man would be getting the 411 on the ancient herb as soon as he got back to the cooler. Simons, naturally, was thinking about lunch. Christ. The man flashed his expensive watch and asked if they could get something to eat. It was all Logan could do not to pull out his cock and ask if lawyer-boy would mind snacking on that. Huh.<br><br>"Sure, I could eat." Not waiting to see if the Doc wanted to join in on the lunch date, the detective pulled out his keys and began to wander out the door of the opulent bedroom. "In fact...I know a great little place over on Emerson. Quiet and out of the way, good food. Real cozy-like." He grinned widely at the other two men before descending the stairs, almost chuckling to himself, and wondering if the lunch date could turn into something a bit more...intimate. With either man...or hell, both.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Law, Order &amp; CSI [alxnjsh, Barnbean &amp; Torch]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barnbean</strong> on <strong>22-03-2010, 22:32:00</strong>
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				Medical school training had its limits, and so did the additional training to become a medical examiner. It was years of experience on the job that let you know every single cause of death and how they affected the body. It was with a long time of the job that you figured out the name of each poison and how they could be noticed and just what they were and did to a body. Noah understood his job, and had studied hard. He probably knew more than a lot of newer medical examiners, and figured that was why he had gotten the job in the first place. Going to school under scholarship kept him pushing to keep his grades up, to pass at the top of his class. And in turn it meant he studied harder and more than a lot of other candidates he knew. <br><br>So he had a lot of knowledge packed away in his mind, a lot of it useful, some of it not so much, like the lyrics to a dozen or so pop songs and the dance moves from their corresponding music videos, or the trivial facts about processed luncheon meat he had picked up working in the college cafeteria to help pay for his books... None of that, the medical or&nbsp; the random and mundane, helped him to identify valerian. Maybe he would learn of it in time on his job, definitely he would check his resources once back at his desk, sort through medical texts and the far less reliable internet sources... Wikipedia for the lose. At that moment though his victory was short lived, his ah ha! moment was fleeting. Because he could name the drug and even give a brief explanation of what it had done, but that was all. <br><br>CJ had no idea what it was either. That was some sort of a boost to his status as the guy with the victory. He may not have known, but he did pass the fact along, and he would know as soon as he was back at his office. CJ? He was forcing some intern or secretary to do it for him. Was that how the attorneys worked? Or maybe just the way the guys in the tight cut designer suits worked? Never get your hands dirty when they were so pretty and manicured? <br><br>The cop knew though. He gave some vague reason HOW he knew, but he knew what it was. Noah hadn't expected that. And instantly he knew that he was mentally running both men over the coals, treating them far more harshly than either deserved. He didn't know WHY he was doing it though. Two hot guys, standing there with him. Totally different from one another and from himself. They were like a trio that was completely mismatched, shouldn't have worked. And yet so far they worked quite well. In a professional way of course. Noah wasn't going to delve into the logistics of how they would work sweaty and naked on a bed, the three of them. Maybe that was why he was being harsh. If he saw them as flawed and annoying he could more easily keep himself from getting hard just from daydreaming in their direction. <br><br>"Lunch? With you two?" Yeah that sounded great. Noah shook his head to try indicating he hadn't meant it like that. "I mean, yeah I have no deadline to be back... my patients wait quietly no matter how long I am gone," He laughed, medical examiner humor, not the greatest, but definitely beat unintentional insults. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Law, Order &amp; CSI [alxnjsh, Barnbean &amp; Torch]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>24-03-2010, 02:32:11</strong>
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				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>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Law, Order &amp; CSI [alxnjsh, Barnbean &amp; Torch]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Torch</strong> on <strong>25-03-2010, 04:45:10</strong>
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				The place on Emerson, Mulligan's, had seen better days...make that years. Whatever golf theme the bar started out with had faded into memory, save for an ancient #3 wood hung over the barback. Now its only use was to get the attention of rowdy customers who had overindulged for the evening. Logan strolled in, oblivious to the grime and musky nicotine scent that clung to the paint on the walls. He liked Mulligan's because the food was cheap and filling and they didn't serve field greens or tofu or any of that other good-for-you shit every other fucking restaurant in Seattle passed off as food. <br><br>The two other men followed, Simons probably pulling out more of that hand sanitizer he was rubbing on in the car. Logan had spotted him in the rear view mirror, and for a long second he had thought the man was slicking his hands up with lube. His brain almost exploded at the prospect of the two men getting it on the back seat of his police issued vehicle, and he caught himself before he whined with disappointment when he realized the bottle was nothing more than Purell. Apparently his imagination had been on overdrive ever since lawyer-boy began starring in the constantly running fantasy in Logan's head. Well, co-starring with special guest star, Dr. Noah Grayson. It wasn't a Quinn Martin production, not by a long shot.<br><br>The detective made a beeline for the corner round booth, sliding in with Simons following. The Doc slid in on the opposite side and Logan bit down on a huge grin. Sandwiched between the two, Logan's fantasy reel kicked up a notch. He peeled the menus off the table and tossed them in front of his dining companions, Simons looking at it like it was about to bite him. The bar's lone waitress meandered over, snapping her gum and pulling an order pad out of the back pocket of her jeans. She recognized Logan and gave him a wink of a mascaraed eye, the miles and years not showing so much on her face under the dark lights. "How you doing, hun?" Her voice revealed her two pack a day habit. The trio ordered their drinks, the waitress nodding and writing. "Be right back." She dropped off the three glasses minutes later, then took their orders, Logan ordering the cardiac special, a hamburger with a fried egg on top, and ignoring the shudders from his dining companions.<br><br>In the dark corner opposite their booth, a spotlight flicked on, illuminating a small stage with a silver pole stuck in the middle that rose to the low ceiling. A bikini top and thong clad young woman climbed the steps to the stage on platform spiked heels, and with a flick of her dyed white-blond tresses, began to dance to the throbbing beat of Alice In Chains' "Man in the Box", which suddenly rumbled through the sound system of the bar, making the furniture thump slightly with the bass beat. The dancer made the most of the small raised platform, undulating around the stripper pole, a snake tattoo curling around her torso with the forked tongue disappearing into the backside of her thong. The show caught the attention of the few male patrons, who moseyed from the bar to the tables in front of the small stage, watching with mild interest.<br><br>Logan glanced over at the striptease for a few moments, grinned at the other two occupants of the booth then nonchalantly went back to his iced tea. It was clear the heterotainment didn't bother him in the least. Just because he was gay didn't mean he couldn't appreciate a piece of ass he had no intention of tapping. Now, if lawyer-boy or the Doc wanted to give him a show, then he might slip some bills into a jock. He pushed his glass away and glanced right and left. "So...anybody wanna take a guess as to who spiked Alfred's Metamucil with a shitload of valerian?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Law, Order &amp; CSI [alxnjsh, Barnbean &amp; Torch]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barnbean</strong> on <strong>26-03-2010, 00:10:21</strong>
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				Noah wasn't really the type of guy who went and second guessed himself. If he did something, he did it. He admitted to it if asked. And if he liked it, he did it again. And again. And even again. Life was just too short to start second guessing your decisions. Taking the job at the medical examiners office? He had never thought twice about it. It had been the right thing to do, the best place for him. Just like focusing on medical examiner training instead of becoming a more traditional doctor or a surgeon as his parents would have liked. It was what he wanted to do, and not something he ever thought back on with regrets.<br><br>Those were broad things in his life though. Big life changing decisions. What about going to a crime scene with a hot district attorney and an equally hot cop? What about then agreeing to head to a quick meal with the pair? He didn't regret that either. He might not have known either of them well, or where they would be heading, but he hardly regretted it. Just like he didn't regret trying to see them as colleagues and not as hot men in need of less clothing and more sweating and grunting. No, he didn't regret that. He was relatively new to his job. The last thing he needed was to lose a job he didn't regret to enjoy a night of passion he would then have to regret. <br><br>"There is so more story hidden behind how you know about valerian and how the guy in the pricey suit had to belittle an intern to find out..." Noah said with a smile, gently teasing at both the cop and his odd bit of trivia knowledge and the DA and his ability to get what he wanted just by telling someone to do his bidding on the phone. <br><br>"I KNOW I have never been to this place," Noah parroted CJ's words, making his own knowledge, or lack there of, of the place they were stepping into quite clear. He never regretted decisions... but he had a feeling he would regret any food he ate at this place, still, he was polite enough to not announce that it was a place he really DIDN'T want to add to the list of places in the city he had been. Logan seemed to have quite the eclectic tastes on things. Messy car, bulging muscles, gay bar fliers, and dives with stripping women when it came to lunch. He was an enigma. Wrapped in a muscle bound package and hidden behind a shiny tin badge.&nbsp; A definite opposite to the DA and his fancy suits, hand sanitizer and polished appearance. Though Noah had to think both would be quite similar naked and sweaty on a hastily torn down bed. <br><br>Noah cleared his throat and tried to push those thoughts away and get absorbed in the decor of the place. Grim, scantily clad women, an old golf club. Yeah, he could get absorbed in it... if he were a drunk hetero man looking to relive his youth as a caddy for some Tiger Woods level of womanizing golf pro. Which he wasn't. "Hmm... maybe I have been here before... was there a double homicide here a while back?" Noah asked, because when all else failed to distract, talk homicide, no one could resist the sudden pull of attention a chalk outline caused. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Law, Order &amp; CSI [alxnjsh, Barnbean &amp; Torch]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>28-03-2010, 16:45:24</strong>
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				CJ discovered he really wasn’t that hungry. In fact, he managed to get flustered. The preppy attorney was out of his element in this place and he found himself looking to Logan and Noah for cues. It was supposed to be what he did. He swallowed difficultly as he stripper came out. He’d never been to a strip club and he’d take holy shit at City Hall if he was ever found in one. <br><br>Noah seemed to take the place in stride, cracking a simple joke to lighten the mood. CJ’s eyes could only widen. When the track-marked waitress returned and set their drinks down CJ didn’t have the courage to hand the glass back. First, the previous users of the glass still left their marks. There were errant finger marks and even lipstick residue. Second, something was floating in the water…something besides the lemon. <br><br>When the food was brought to the table, a salad was set in front of him. Salad. CJ nearly laughed. It was a half a head of iceberg lettuce, some boxed croutons, tomato wedge, slice of cucumber, and a plastic cup of ranch dressing. They offered ranch and French.<br><br>Looking over at Logan’s burger, CJ’s stomach growled. He bit his bottom lip. The greasy hamburger, food’s equivalent of a loaded gun, looked amazing. He watched as Logan grabbed it, opened his mouth and took a huge bite. It was surprisingly the sexiest thing CJ had seen all day.<br><br>CJ grabbed his fork, bending one of the tines back, and forked the lettuce. He opened his mouth and took a bite. Eh…it was a side salad. Logan brought the conversation back to the case. He was the last person CJ thought would bring the conversation back. “Well there are a few obvious people and unlike those shows like CSI and Law &amp; Order, the obvious is usually the right answer. The nurse, ex-wife…they all had a little motive.” CJ said as he noticed Logan stealing glances occasionally at the stripper. The attorney didn’t like that feeling. He couldn’t tell if it was Logan stealing glances at the stripper or that he wanted the glances.<br><br>CJ finally brought up the courage to grab his glass. He looked around the rim for the safest place, ran his thumb and finger over it and took a drink. Yep…right from the ocean. The lemon was most likely coated with salmonella. CJ was sure he’d die during lunch “I don’t recall getting any cases involving valerian in them. How did you know about this drug again?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Law, Order &amp; CSI [alxnjsh, Barnbean &amp; Torch]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Torch</strong> on <strong>29-03-2010, 05:21:30</strong>
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				The detective watched Simons' face as the man examined his water glass. The expression was priceless; no doubt it was in the dictionary next to the word "revulsion". The ADA was wound incredibly tight. Logan wondered exactly what was necessary for the man to unwind, and what would happen when Simons finally let go and got down and dirty. Yeah, down and dirty and sweaty and tasty. Logan wouldn't mind being center stage when that happened.<br><br>The grime didn't seem to bother Noah, but then Logan didn't think it would since the man dealt in bodily fluids on a daily basis. Logan had seen more than his share of dead bodies, and they all had something in common: the smell. The smell of death was something he would never get used to, no matter how many times he watched a body being bagged and tagged. Still, when the Doc teased him about the valerian, and those dark eyes gazed his way, Logan had to stop himself from leaning in and sinking his mouth onto the slick cord of sinew that stretched from Noah's neck to his shoulder, the lingering scents from the morgue be damned.<br><br>Ronnie, the gum snapping waitress, brought their meals and Simons gave his salad the same scrutiny he gave the water glass. Unfortunately, the salad lost this round as the ADA tried not to squirm. Logan opened a bottle of ketchup and bathed his burger in it before picking it up and taking a huge bite as he glanced over at the stage, the dancer finally losing her bikini top, the melon-sized enhanced breasts barely moving as she began to grind her pelvis right in a customer's face. Simons' eyes were on him as his jaw worked over the burger, and Logan's gaze flicked to his right as his tongue snaked out to lick a stray drop of ketchup from the side of his mouth. It was a slow lick, and Logan tried not to grin as the ADA's gaze dropped to his burger with a hungry look. <br><br>As the man answered his question, Logan nodded in agreement as he swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing. "Yeah, motive isn't hard to find. But opportunity could be a problem. We know the timeline on this one. Alfred was alone for at least five hours before he popped off, and there's no evidence anyone entered or left the residence during that time. Records from the company that handles the alarm system in the house indicate the alarm code wasn't entered into the system, so either the alarm was off, or whoever punk'd Alfred was already in the house." Logan reached for a napkin and wiped his lips, swiping off the grease from the burger.<br><br>Speaking of being punk'd, lawyer-boy seized the opportunity to get a dig in on Logan's pharmaceutical knowledge, and the detective raised a brow. "Does it really matter how I know? What you should be thinking about is where did it come from, who brought it into the house, and who fed it to the dearly departed." Logan's voice dropped an octave, and his shoulders stiffened a bit. He was about to snark some more until a flash of movement caught his eye and the detective blinked towards the front door. He dropped his head to his plate, but his eyes zeroed in on the man who just entered the bar, wearing a long trench coat and taking a seat at the end of the bar. <br><br>Taking two seconds to assess the situation and make a decision, Logan slid to his left and slipped a hand onto the Doc's thigh, squeezing it warmly before leaning into the man and whispering into his ear. "Get up and go into the men's room. Call 911 and tell them that a 2-11 is in progress at this address. Tell them an officer is on the scene and needs backup. Then stay in the can and don't come out, no matter what you hear. Okay?" Logan's voice was soft and silky smooth, and he was dead serious. He figured the Doc would be slightly less nervous than Simons, and he had to get one of the men out of the booth so he could disarm the unfriendly, who was currently glancing around the bar with a hand inside his coat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Law, Order &amp; CSI [alxnjsh, Barnbean &amp; Torch]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barnbean</strong> on <strong>30-03-2010, 22:05:29</strong>
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				Noah had often heard the term greasy spoon tossed around. Everyone knew about such a place, and for the most part everyone had also avoided such a place, or at least gone in, seen what was offered on the menu and ran out the door, able to tell the tale of their close encounter with salmonella and a fat fryer that hadn’t been cleaned since the place had been built. Noah had heard of them, but always steered clear of them, which was a feat in and of itself he realized, he wasn’t in some small town or some simple village, he was in a city that still ran on bad java, all you can eat portions of cholesterol-enriched fare large enough to choke an African elephant, and the endless throng of day laborers who show up for hurried meals of hash browns and toast, both indistinguishable from the other on their plates. <br><br>Noah knew a lot of diners that people called greasy spoons, some cutesy attempt to make them sound more eclectic, to draw in a crowd. He had eaten at them, marveled at how ungreasy the food was. And he had laughed at the term, figuring the people fearing greasy spoons did so in jest. Until he followed the cop to his favorite dive. It WAS a greasy spoon, not a quaint working class joint, not some tourist trap diner, but a true greasy spoon, hell it was a greasy PIT. He could imagine the oil slicks at the bottom of dishes served by inept line cooks. The lack of hair nets keeping the food clean. The pet roaches crawling over things.<br><br>Truth be told he had been to cleaner crime scenes before. And that was saying a lot since medical examiners didn’t tend to get called in on the clean and simple natural causes deaths. The kind one would find in a place like this, heart attacks, clogged arteries, maybe a brain aneurysm from thinking about how dirty the food was…<br><br>CJ sure seemed ready to have an aneurysm about it all. “It’s not so bad… we rarely get any cases where someone died at one of these places…” Noah said with a grin before he picked up his food and dug into it. When in Rome… try not to die of salmonella… He didn’t say that part of course, he had a feeling that his already uttered attempt at reassurances had already pushed the attorney further from eating his food than he was already. And to be honest, while Noah was willing to give the food a try, he wasn’t about to try forcing CJ to do the same, if he got food poisoning he would want the lawyer in tip top shape to help out with his lawsuit against the place anyway!<br><br>As the stripper made her way across the small stage like area and proceeded to show why the guys undoubtedly called her Juggs behind her back, Noah looked away and shook his head. “So, we here cuz you wanted to check in on your sister on her lunch break or something?” He nodded his head towards the stripper and grinned at the cop. “Or would you rather explain why a guy who eats at a place that legally should be closed by the health inspectors somehow knows about vague chemicals like valerian?” Noah added, his smile just as bright. Logan was a big tough cop, no doubt, but Noah liked to think he could give as well as he could take. In fact sexually Noah could, but again he wasn’t heading down that path, least of all in a greasy diner with a woman stripping for apparently her own enjoyment. <br><br>“A lot of people had opportunity, it’s not hard to drug someone, especially with a hard to trace drug…” That was his helpful insight into the case. He had found the proverbial smoking gun. That was his job. It was up to the cop and prosecutor to take evidence and hard fact and stretch it into motives and theories. He did fact, they told stories. <br><br>Noah was far from up on his police lingo, you just didn’t need to know criminal codes and such in the medical examiners office. But he was smart enough to know when a burly cop like Logan said to get up and call 911 it was best to listen. So he nodded and moved quickly, but as casually as he could out of the booth seating. And without any fanfare or any looking around the place he headed for the restrooms. He could only imagine how dirty they would be as he pushed the grimy door open and stepped inside. It was worse than he imagined, and whatever was about to happen outside the restroom he knew that CJ would be happier amongst that then amongst the scene of some sort of fecal matter food fight.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Law, Order &amp; CSI [alxnjsh, Barnbean &amp; Torch]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>04-04-2010, 01:01:56</strong>
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				CJ pushed around the iceberg lettuce on his plate with a bit more gusto, finally taking a bite. It wasn’t exactly a mesclun salad, but the dressing was actually pretty good. He continued to steal glances at Logan’s hamburger. It looked dreamy.<br><br>CJ had a couple issues he had been working on for the last fifteen years or so. First, he had an issue with perfection in all its forms…newness, cleanliness, order. He traced it back to his parents’ pathological need for him to be the best at everything. Second, he had an issue with coveting. He had everything he could ever want, but for some reason…especially when it came to food or drinks…he thought someone else’s was better. He could get the same damn exact thing as someone else and find some fault in his and want the other. <br><br>The attorney didn’t think that Logan would appreciate these idiosyncrasies. Now Noah? He seemed like the calm type to take things in stride. They would probably both do CJ a load of good to get out of his boxes…at least that’s probably what his therapist would say.<br><br>Logan said something to Noah and the medical examiner abruptly got up and went to the bathroom. He was nonchalant about it, but someone would have known that it obviously did not fit into their current discussion. “He okay?” CJ asked.<br><br>Logan nodded once and looked at CJ. CJ was confused. “What’s wrong?” Even though Logan looked as though nothing was out of the ordinary, CJ knew.<br><br>“2-11.” Logan said just as nonchalantly. He took a final bite out of his burger.<br><br>“What?” CJ said, surprised. As an attorney he had most of the police code down. It was just awkward how casually Logan said it. As though it was just another statement in their conversation. <br><br>“Well…we’ve got to call the poli…” He looked at Logan. The hottie was a cop. CJ met Logan’s eyes and he got this dead stare of <em>shut the fuck up, babe</em>. Ok, well maybe not the babe, but CJ could edit the scene however he wanted.<br><br>CJ’s eyebrow rose and his lip curled into a smile. He leaned over towards Logan. He could smell the guy’s cologne, his skin…hell, he could almost feel the cop’s heat radiating off of him. “Tell ya what, you catch the big bad guy without anyone except him getting hurt and I’ll take you and Dr. Noah out to my favorite restaurant.” CJ’s lips made a full smile. “My treat.” They were in the middle of a fucking burglary and he’s flirting. It was a little surreal. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Law, Order &amp; CSI [alxnjsh, Barnbean &amp; Torch]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Torch</strong> on <strong>04-04-2010, 04:31:02</strong>
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				Just as Logan suspected, the Doc didn't freak out when given instructions, he merely nodded slightly and slipped out of the booth, heading for the men's room in the back past the bar. The detective felt the press of his department issued Glock 9mm along his ribs as it lay in his holster, thankfully covered by his leather jacket. The fact he wasn't wearing a vest bothered him, but it couldn't be helped now. It wasn't like he could ask the perp <em>"Say, you mind if I get my Kevlar out of the trunk of my car before you rob the place?"<br></em><br>The ADA was obviously curious about the Doc's disappearance, and he said so to Logan. The blond turned and nodded, still watching Trench Coat out of the corner of his eye. Lawyer-boy wasn't exactly fooled, and Logan had to give the man credit; apparently he could put two and two together and come up with four. Logan sipped his tea and murmured "2-11", the police code for armed robbery, before popping the final morsel of his burger into his mouth, chewing nonchalantly. He ran a napkin over his lips as Simons blinked and started to look around the joint. Logan clamped a hand on the man's thigh and squeezed hard, not enough to bruise but enough to make him stop drawing attention to himself.<br><br>Simons stilled and then focused on Logan, babbling about calling the cops. <em>Huh, really? You think, Einstein? </em>Logan thought before shooting him a fierce "STFU" look. <em>Christ, I'm trying to handle this without getting shot and you aren't exactly helping.</em> Logan's blue eyes went stone cold, icy orbs set in his handsome face, and while his mind was whirling on how to take down the perp without getting himself or anyone else shot, he was also aware of the expanse of hard muscle along Simons' thigh that rested beneath his palm. Apparently, the ADA did something other than push paper around all day, and the detective briefly wondered what that bare thigh would look like, coated with sweat and a swath of dark hair...just like other parts of the man's body he wouldn't mind gazing upon.<br><br>His hand relaxed as Simons leaned in close, and for a moment Logan thought the guy was about to kiss him, a thought that made his cock give a lazy twitch inside his jeans. But to his surprise, the ADA practically asked him out on a date. <em>Uhh....okay. That's one way of letting a guy know they play for the same team.</em> Logan took the bait and ran with it. "You gotta deal." His eyes immediately melted and they dropped for a moment to Simons' lap before meeting the other man's gaze with a sultry quirk to his lips. "I'll uh...do my best not to get you dirty." The quirk turned into a full grin as his thumb rubbed a lazy circle on the man's thigh. "Unless, of course....you want me to?" His baritone dropped an octave as the electricity between them snapped, crackled and popped. <br><br>He could have played this game all day long, but first things first. He sat up a bit in the booth and looked at his empty iced tea glass. "Believe I'm ready for a beer." He winked at Simons, then slid out of the booth and made his way to the bar. He leaned onto the stained wood next to Trench Coat, ignoring him for the time being and signaling for Walter, the long-time barkeep. "Hey Walter, gimme a Bud." Walter nodded Logan's way and proceeded to the row of taps, filling a mug. Logan turned to Trench Coat and grinned. "How's it going?" He remarked with utter friendliness, eyes making out a slight bulge underneath the coat. <br><br>As if in slow motion, Trench Coat caught the look and narrowed his eyes, his hand pulling out from inside the coat wrapped around steel. Logan reached out a gripped the lapels of the coat, yanking the man off the stool and delivering a swift kick to the man's crotch at the same time, and the would-be robber dropped like a stone to the floor, the gun clattering aside as he howled in pain and curled into the fetal position. Time sped up again as Logan pulled his weapon and pointed it at the man's head. "Seattle PD, shithead. You're under arrest." The entire encounter lasted less than five seconds, and the bar was as silent as a church as everyone stared at the two of them...and sirens could be heard wailing in the distance.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Law, Order &amp; CSI [alxnjsh, Barnbean &amp; Torch]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barnbean</strong> on <strong>06-04-2010, 17:52:44</strong>
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				The age old question that had troubled all of man kind for centuries had been solved. At least the age old question that troubled the gay community in Seattle. How long did a guy have to live in the city before some burly guy in a leather jacket ordered him into a restroom in the back of a place that would be hard pressed to even call itself a dive? Apparently it took only as long as it took for the man to show off his impressive bulge, claim it was a gun, and then quietly announce that a crime was about to take place. More creative than the usual bathroom crawl tactics. And one that actually worked with Noah. Because while he could envision a thousand scenarios involving the cop himself and even the stuck in the mud DA, and while each of them involved one hole or another, none of them involved fresh bloody holes torn through their flesh by some gun wielding convict. <br><br>Not the time to fantasize or write a letter to the tourism board explaining the worst dives and quickest pickups in the city. This was serious. Noah wasn't the heroic toss himself into the line of fire type, at least he didn't think he was, having never had to deal with such a thing. But he figured if he did, he would leave it to the professionals. Guys like Logan. He had seen enough gun shot victims to know what it was all about. It wasn't a game, it was real. Homicide&nbsp; by gun was a constant concern, easy to figure the cause of death out, hard to clean up, and often even harder to find the killer, guns could be traded like playing cards, serial numbers removed, a gun could commit a dozen separate crimes, all unrelated, and just keep going. That was life on the streets...<br><br>Noah wanted to laugh to himself. He was starting to sound like the beginning of some bad pulp fiction novel about the nitty gritty lives of detectives. It would have been funny. If he hadn't been on HOLD to 911. He sighed to himself and kept the phone to his ear. Shouldn't he have some magical line to cut through all the slowness that could be the emergency services system? Maybe if he were a super hero or some star cop. He was just a medical examiner in a grime filled bathroom though. If that didn't scream how low he was on the law enforcement ladder than what did?<br><br>In time he was able to get through though and announcing a cop on the scene needing backup for the 2-11 was enough to get people actually moving at more than the on hold snail's pace he had been experiencing thus far. He could only guess at what was actually happening in the dirty diner as Logan confronted the criminal, as CJ... well probably tried to organize napkins by size or straws by color to keep busy and organized as things went down. Again he wanted to smile and laugh, but just couldn't pull it off. Now was still not the time. He still had no idea exactly what was going down and part of his mind kept playing over the fact he could easily end up examining bullet ridden corpses soon, corpses belonging to the DA and the cop, and while Noah would have given his left eye to see the men naked and laying spread out before him, the autopsy table was NOT the place he wanted that to happen. Well maybe he did.... but not with them dead! He needed the blood to still pump through their veins for the things he liked to get up to while laying down.<br><br>Again inappropriate, and again the thought was chased away by genuine worry and concern. Having made the call and ignored the 911 operators incessant desire to keep him on the line and chatting, Noah moved towards the door of the bathroom and pushed the swinging door open slightly to peer out as he could hear sirens in the distance and Logan shouting his colorful rendition of the typical police arrest. Still nothing more he could do than wait and listen. So that was what Noah did. In the grungy bathroom, 911 operator on the line asking if things were okay, and Noah wondering if they were as the entire dive seemed to inhale one deep breath together and hold it, and wait. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Law, Order &amp; CSI [alxnjsh, Barnbean &amp; Torch]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>10-04-2010, 04:05:48</strong>
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				It all happened rather fast. CJ watched as Logan walked across to the bar. The man had thighs that could easily crack someone’s head. They were totally bitable. The attorney looked down when he started thinking about how much torque the cop had for thrusting. CJ watched as Logan nonchalantly ordered another beer. In the literal blink of an eye the perpetrator was on the ground and Logan had a badge and gun out.<br><br>CJ blinked a few times as he heard sirens outside. He scooted out of the booth and walked into the bathroom. It was infested. Normal CJ would have turned, pulling his sleeve over his hand to open the door and then went home for a shower. Sexually charged CJ took one look at Noah and nearly creamed himself. <br><br>He then imagined the perfect man.<br><br>It was a combination of Logan’s aggression, his dominating personality – someone that took charge and made decisions for you. He would be sure you were always protected, never had to worry about anything. The Logan part would come home from a long day of beating up scum and fuck CJ until he couldn’t walk anymore.<br><br>The other half was Noah’s lightheartedness. His calm presence and his humor. Noah’s half was the brilliant one and rational one. After the brutal fuck session with Logan, the Noah-half of CJ’s perfect man would hold him and tenderly make love to him. To reassure him that he wasn’t just an object to be owned, but an equal in their relationship.<br><br>“Well he did it.” CJ said shrugging. “I mean, he literally did it. He walked over to the bar and decked the guy. The police are here taking the perpetrator away.” The attorney added, “Didn’t even read the guy his rights.” He shook his head as goose bumps ran across his flesh. “And now I guess I owe you and the animal dinner.” <br><br>Before Noah could say something CJ clarified. He swallowed, not believing what just happened. “I guess…I guess I bet him that if he could take the guy out without hurting anyone but him I’d take you and him to dinner, my treat.” <br><br>“Damn animal did it.” CJ said with a snicker and a tone that noted he was impressed. He then looked around the bathroom and wrinkled his nose. “Can I get hepatitis from standing here?” Three of the four faucets dripped water steadily. The mirror had long ago been shattered and a few shards were missing. No doubt to cut lines of coke, CJ gathered. Graffiti? You can’t really call it graffiti when it was completely covering the walls…at that point it was considered paint.<br><br>The Assistant District Attorney turned back around, not waiting for an answer and entered the dining area. He then realized it wasn’t all that much cleaner, just darker so you couldn’t see the filth as easily as the fluorescent lighting in the bathroom. And he ate food? At least he didn’t see the kitchn. CJ led Noah over to where Logan spoke with a uniformed cop. The attorney waited until they finished and then Logan rejoined them. “Not bad.” He said with the cock of an eye.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Law, Order &amp; CSI [alxnjsh, Barnbean &amp; Torch]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Torch</strong> on <strong>12-04-2010, 18:18:30</strong>
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				Logan's booted foot kicked the perp's .45 Baretta out of the man's reach, not that the man was in any condition to grab for it, seeing as how he was clutching his balls in agony and gasping on the floor. Logan calmly began to Mirandize the man, glancing briefly to the corner to see the ADA disappear into the men's room, presumably to find the Doc and probably ask for a tetanus shot and/or a Valium. The entire bar seemed to have let out their collective breath, and a low buzz rumbled through the patrons. One of the regulars bent down to pick up the stray Baretta, and Logan barked. "DON'T TOUCH IT!" The man froze, glancing at Logan who was fishing out his badge from his pocket with one hand, looping the chain over his head so that the shield dangled against his chest. <br><br>"Everybody just stay put until the uniforms get here! Nobody move!" He hollered with authority, his own gun never wavering as it was pointed at the suspect's head. The sirens were piercingly loud now, and the flashing blue lights were now reflected in the front windows as the patrol vehicles skidded into the parking lot. Two uniformed officers burst through the front door of the lounge and Logan went hands up, his service revolver pointed towards the ceiling. He had no plans to get shot by accident. <br><br>"Detective McNally! I'm wearing my shield! Don't shoot!" He yelled, knowing they were about to tell him to hit the floor. The two officers, guns drawn, peered at him and walked towards him cautiously, taking in the scene of the frozen bar patrons, the moaning man on the floor, and the .45 handgun lying safely yards away. The senior patrolman read Logan's badge and nodded with a snort, holstering his service weapon. "Shit, McNally, should've figured it was you, 'ya crazy fuck." <br><br>The entire bar seemed to breathe a collective sigh of relief, a second set of uniformed officers coming through the front door and assessing the scene. The officers began the task of securing the scene and taking the suspect into custody, much to the man's dismay, who began mutterings of police brutality and lawsuits until one of the officers threatened to gag him. This shut him up and he was cuffed and hauled outside to the back of one of the patrol units. Witness statements were taken, all collaborating Logan's own statement of the facts. He knew he'd have a shitload of paperwork coming to him, but at least he didn't discharge his weapon. The mistaken belief that cops all had itchy trigger fingers was obliterated the first time an officer was confronted with the mounds of paperwork involved with a shooting. Most of the time, it wasn't worth the aggravation. <br><br>The excitement winding down, the bar returned to normal somewhat, the dancer even retaking her place on the stage. Logan was chatting with Sergeant Greer, who greeted the detective so profanely earlier, as they finished up their respective reports. Logan could see Lawyer-boy and the Doc slipping out of the men's room and head in their direction. Sgt. Greer peered at the two men curiously, as if he recognized one or both, but after shooting a look back at Logan, decided against mentioning it. Logan was a damn good cop, and Greer wasn't a gossip. <br><br>"I'm outta here, McNally. Watch yourself, son." He teased, but only halfheartedly. Greer had a good fifteen years on Logan, but refused to transfer off the streets. He had a few years to go until mandatory retirement, and the man intended to spend them outside, not chained to a desk like a eunuch. Logan grinned and winked at the older man. "See 'ya round, Greer." Greer grinned back as he headed out the door. <br><br>The detective turned and stepped over to his forgotten dining companions. Simons appraised his police procedural display with eloquence, and Logan turned to him with seriousness. "Not bad? I put down an armed suspect in a room full of civilians with nobody getting shot or hurt or even a fucking hangnail, without backup and without wearing a vest, and all you can say is 'not bad?'..." He hadn't meant to snap at the man, but he couldn't help it. It irked him that the ADA was sauntering around in a suit that would cost Logan a month's salary, while Logan put his ass and his life on the line every day protecting Simons from scum like that perp for a salary that Simons would laugh at. A polite "Thank You" would be nice once in a while. <br><br>What irked Logan even more was despite all of that, he'd still like to shove the man up against a wall and fuck the shit out of him. "You think this is some kinda game, baby? If you think you can do better, next time you can be my fucking guest." He let the little endearment slip out, but Logan was too annoyed to notice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Law, Order &amp; CSI [alxnjsh, Barnbean &amp; Torch]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barnbean</strong> on <strong>16-04-2010, 07:07:08</strong>
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				Part of Noah was convinced that he was just going to be left behind in the dirty bathroom. Maybe there hadn't even been a crime about to happen. The cop and the DA just wanted to slip out the back and go off on their own. So he would be left with a brown grime on the bottom of his shoes from the chipped and aged linoleum floor that had origins he didn't even want to contemplate, and a charge of calling in a fake 911 call to help him keep his job with the city. While they went and had a real meal at a place that wouldn't kill you just from sitting too close to rancid grease. Or went and inspected each others naked bodies for clues as to why they both got off on the danger of an arrest, or in the da's case the danger of eating at a greasy bar. <br><br>The rest of Noah knew that it was all real and that he was best to do just as he was asked and then wait it out. The last thing he needed to do was barge out of the bathroom and get himself shot. He was a pretty damn good doctor, or could have been had he not gone into forensic medicine. As it was he didn't want himself as one of his own patients. They tended to be a lot deader than Noah really wanted to be. He hadn't even rationalized each and every reason why it was best to never mix business and pleasure, or medical examiners, district attorneys, and cops. And he sure as hell hadn't had a nice long hot shower yet where he let his mind run wild with such ideas. So no, there was no death on the menu for Noah. Not unless his burger had salmonella, and that was a pretty strong possibility judging from the place and it's broken relationship with cleanliness. <br><br>"To be fair, I called the cops and walked all casually to the john.. and that place is much more dangerous that a guy with a gun and a desire to grab a wad of twenties and run... I think that the bacteria was turning sentient in there..." Noah grinned as CJ explained that Logan had saved the day. Noah didn't need a share of the glory. He hadn't gone into the profession he was in for medals and recognition. He worked in a basement, out of sight out of mind. And he liked it that way. But still, he had done something. And the added bonus of tossing some germ comments CJ's way? Well Noah might have took a bit too much pleasure in the other mans germaphobic discomfort. <br><br>"Thank you for saving the day, I would hate to have turned my lunch break into work," Noah said with a small shrug of his shoulders. He wouldn't spell that one out. His work was death. And had nothing been done the odds were high someone would have been shot. "So I was told that you guys spent time betting while I was in the bathroom and now we are owed a meal?... A meal NOT here?" Noah said, adding the last part quickly with a grin. He wasn't sure exactly what had happened while he had been stuck in the dank and dirty room, but obviously the police had came. And more obviously Logan had handled things like a pro, which made sense, that was what he was. And who would mess with the guy anyway? Logan looked like he could knock you out cold with a glare, so get him pointing a gun your way and you'd likely piss your pants. <br><br>Noah laughed to himself and shook his head. Yeah, he was tough. And CJ was the opposite. More stuck in some fancy role than anything down and dirty. And yet Noah got a feeling both mend definitely knew how to get down and dirty. And he knew he wouldn't mind finding both men in such a compromising situation. And yet just as he knew that, he also knew it was hardly something he would act on. Hell he would barely let it give him a bit of firmness in the pants, let alone act on it. And another laugh directed at himself before he tuned back into the conversation. "I always find it great when a big burly cop calls a guy baby. It seems so out of place, but I would never tell them that for fear of getting shot... and yet I just did, oops." He grinned at Logan and then gave CJ a look suggesting he had just saved him from getting berated worse by their cop friend by pointing the attention back his own way. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Law, Order &amp; CSI [alxnjsh, Barnbean &amp; Torch]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>22-04-2010, 19:25:10</strong>
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				CJ was momentarily taken aback. There was such passion in Logan’s voice, strength in his eyes and stance. It was curious and enticing at the same time. CJ nearly moved a step back, but he wasn’t just some rich weakling – some trust fund baby not able to fight back. The Assistant District Attorney had seen men like Logan in court and chewed them up and spit them out.<br><br>Granted, he was now standing in a dive bar in a rather extraordinary situation. He swallowed briefly and then his eyes narrowed. Like in a bad Ally McBeal episode a cartoonish version of his next steps played before his mind. CJ lunged forward and wrapped his hands around Logan’s thick neck. Rather than choking however, he pulled Logan forward so that the attorney was squished against the bar. CJ felt Logan’s muscles as his hands moved down the detective’s torso and then tucked up to feel the hard ab flesh. CJ felt Logan take over and a primal sound that could only be described as a roar resonated from pretend Logan’s chest.<br><br>However, before CJ could respond to Logan’s aggression, the cool and collected medical examiner broke the tension. A diffused smile played across CJ’s lips. He shrugged. “The last guy that called me ‘baby’ was picking his boxers off my floor.”<br><br>He then turned back to Logan. “You’re right. I’m sorry. You managed to take care of the situation effectively and efficiently. As promised, you’ve won your reward. Dinner tonight.” He looked at Noah. “You too of course.” <br><br>CJ would have to call his office to get them to make a reservation. He’d take them to one of his favorite restaurants – Canlis. Somehow he’d need to drop a hint to Logan that a sport coat was required attire. He stepped away and pulled out his cell and made the call. Looking back at the table he didn’t want to finish his salad and was ready to return to work.<br><br>Logan had a few more details he had to work through before they could leave and about twenty minutes later he once again found himself in the cop car. Logan pulled up in front of City Hall where CJ’s office was located. He reached into his pocket and pulled out two cards, handing one to each of the men in the car. “Call me with your address and…” He looked around the car briefly. “…and I’ll pick you up for dinner. We’ll be going to Canlis. You don’t need a tux, but probably a sport coat.” CJ looked at Noah, not quite able to make eye contact with the muscle god detective.<br><br>Without waiting, CJ got out of the car and closed the door. He finally was able to breathe a sigh of relief in the Seattle air. He waited a moment and then began to walk away as the car pulled from the curb. It was all confusing.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Law, Order &amp; CSI [alxnjsh, Barnbean &amp; Torch]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Torch</strong> on <strong>23-04-2010, 06:08:44</strong>
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				Logan could tell his little speech hit a bit of a nerve, which was his intention. It was <strong>not</strong> his intention to use the word "baby", and he had no idea why it slipped out. Of course, he wasn't in the habit of using it in a casual conversation, and not with someone he just met. Even so, it didn't feel odd. In fact, as far as Logan was concerned, it suited the other man perfectly. <br><br>He glanced over at the Doc and raised a dark blond brow. "It's a useful word...in the right situation." Which to Logan meant when a hot mouth was taking his cock in to the hilt while his thick fist gripped a handful of hair and tugged. And between the Doc and the ADA, Logan would be happy if either one obliged him during that particular scenario. Simons seemed to read Logan's mind, and the sensual subtext between them ramped up a notch at the mention of underwear...damp, cream filled underwear.<br><br>The detective's ocean blue eyes darkened slightly, and the corner of his mouth quirked, his full upper lip curling slightly as he leaned in and murmured into the ADA's perfectly shaped ear. "Too bad I don't wear boxers then, huh?" Logan pulled back as the tension between them morphed from angry to sexual in about two seconds. Logan let his gaze drop to the other man's waist as he imagined Simons in a pair of boxers...and nothing else.<br><br>Simons turned back to meet his hot gaze, and to Logan's surprise, the man apologized. It was a sincere one, as far as Logan could tell anyway, and the ADA reminded him about dinner. Never one to turn down a free meal, Logan shrugged his broad shoulders. "Sure. Dinner. Your dime." Logan planned immediately to order the most expensive thing on the menu.<br><br>He glanced at the Doc who peered calmly back at him. Logan wondered if anything ever bothered the guy; he certainly maintained an even strain. There had to be something that got the man's blood pumping, and the detective was keenly interested in finding out exactly what it would take to get the Doc wound up and looking fierce. Simons yanked out his phone and stepped away before he began to talk. At least he wasn't one of those idiots with the Bluetooth gadget attached to their ear. Logan had the iresistible urge to yank them (along with a good portion of the ear) out whenever he saw one.<br><br>His paperwork from the scene finished, Logan headed out to his vehicle with the other two men in tow. The drive back to City Hall was silent, the car's occupants all mulling over their own thoughts. Logan pulled up and Simons exited, handing them both business cards and offering to drive. This made Logan stiffen slightly; he stiffened more when he was given the dress code. "So it's like that, huh? Don't worry...I clean up pretty good." The ADA wasn't looking at him, but was peering at the Doc, who was fingering the card. The door slammed as Lawyer-boy turned and headed up the marble steps to disappear into the Georgian style building that housed the District Attorney's office. <br><br>Logan threw the car into gear and pulled away, glancing back at Noah. "Hey, at least we'll get a meal to make up for lunch. Probably no armed robbery at Canlis, though." He grinned into the rearview mirror, his eyes crinkling.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Law, Order &amp; CSI [alxnjsh, Barnbean &amp; Torch]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barnbean</strong> on <strong>26-04-2010, 23:12:04</strong>
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				If there was one thing that Noah had learned from his job, or one bit of insight he had gleaned in life that best applied to his job, it was to not take leaps of faith and jump to conclusions. No good could ever come of it. A dead body arrived on your autopsy table with a bullet sized hole in his chest. Never just say bullet wound death and end it. You checked further. You gathered the facts. And when you were sure, then you acted, with the full story in hand. It applied outside the morgue as well... just like so many other things did... a creepy little fact that Noah wasn't about to share with the world. The parallels of autopsies and life were supposed to be few and far between at best, not an endless font of general guidelines that the living could use, and that the dead were stuck with. Like the age old adage always wear clean underwear in case you die? It was true. So many people showed up in their nasty dirty thongs. And while Noah couldn't care less how embarrassed that made a mom, as the adage suggested, he did wish less people made him have to deal with their sullied silks.<br><br>It didn't make things any less true though. Just like first impressions and jumping to conclusions. His initial reaction of the gross little dive Logan had dragged them to was that it was horrible. And yet ignoring the lack of hygiene and the robbery... well the food was passably good. And he assumed the same to be true for CJ and Logan. The stuck in a designer suit and handy wipes at the ready attorney and the greasy dive loving, female stripper watching, gay club attending cop. They could have been clear cut, if odd, stereotypes. But Noah was smarter than that. Smart enough to not be shocked when the cop uttered the word baby or when CJ started talking about having him in his room out of his boxers. <br><br>He wanted to learn more about them before he made any judgments or calls on who they were. And they were definitely giving him more than enough fodder for his opinion cannons. And all he had to do was&nbsp; stay relatively quiet and let them flirt like they were some strange leather bar meets legal bar version of the odd couple. That in itself put a smile on Noah's face. Leather and lace. Or something like that. Why could he so easily envision Logan in leather and CJ in the opposite? He was sure they both had their kinks, though he wasn't sure those were the exact ones. In his mind though? It worked perfectly.<br><br>As the two continued on with their conversation and Logan agreed to a dinner that CJ had thought he already agreed to while he was stuck in the john from hell, he nodded at them both, somehow wrangled into the entire thing along with them. If they didn't mind flirting like two horny high schoolers in front of him, he sure as hell didn't mind allowing them to fuel his masturbatory fantasies. "I have a feeling he doesn't mind how dirty you are..." Noah said idly after the lawyer stepped out of the car and back into his fancy, no doubt corner, office. "He has more than eno0ugh hand sanitizer to go around," he added with a grin effectively neutering his own lewd comment into a joke about the lawyer's need for clean. <br><br>"No armed robbery... AND no salmonella... you could learn a few tips about picking places from him," Noah replied with a laugh as they arrived back at his office. "Thanks for the ride and showing me the crime scene... I'm not a cheap date though so don't expect anything from me but a goodbye, I wont even make dropping your boxers jokes with you, only the high brow lawyers go in for that," He added with a grin before he stepped from the car and shut the door, offering a wave. And that meant his day would go on as usual until... well apparently untill dinner with the cop and the lawyer, unexpected twist to his day, but better than working late on a stiff, or a better way to get stiff anyway. No, not going to go there Noah, not at all. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Law, Order &amp; CSI [alxnjsh, Barnbean &amp; Torch]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>10-05-2010, 04:13:36</strong>
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				CJ had quite a bit of work left when he returned to his office. He double checked to see that his assistant sent a cease order on the reading of the deceased’s will. CJ drafted a few extra search warrants just in case – the victim’s family members’ offices and homes, the nursing agency’s office, and bank records. Finally, he began a high level search on Logan and Noah. The last item made him feel guilty, but not enough to not do a search. It was his nature to be skeptical and cautious. <br><br>Grabbing his briefcase and locking up his office, he quickly made his way down to the parking garage to his car. Unlike Logan’s car, CJ’s was immaculately clean. He owned an Audi S7, a gift from his mother when he took a position at the City.<br><br>(http://www.roadandtrack.com/assets/image/2009/W16/041620091535335336.jpg)<br><br>His father on the other hand nearly disowned him. There was no money to be made in either public defense or prosecution. CJ was expected to work for a corporate law firm with a big office and perks. CJ found his own perks in serving the public that his father didn’t see. His mother constantly tried to find ways to outdo his father so CJ was the recipient of her lavishing.<br><br>Not that being from a wealthy family didn’t have its perks. When CJ first looked for apartments and homes his mother was appalled at what he could afford on the public salary. So, again she wrote a check for a nice converted warehouse bachelor pad.<br><br>(http://www.propertyinaberdeen.co.uk/Images/Living-Dining-Kitchen-Area/James_St_13_111_Overview_01.jpg) (http://www.propertyinaberdeen.co.uk/Images/Guest-Bedroom/James_St_13_125_Guest_Bedroom_01.jpg) <br><br>Now standing in front of his bathroom mirror, he meticulously groomed. When finished, he returned to his bed. Momentarily he wondered if the bed could fit himself, Logan, and Noah all at once. He grinned at the thought. CJ opted to wear a pair of black boxer briefs and a simple Calvin Klein suit – modern cut. It was a light ash gray and suited him well. <br><br>(http://boards.weddingbee.com/?bb_attachments=361955&amp;bbat=46248&amp;inline)<br><br>Canlis was a nice restaurant and he didn’t want to fuck up any connections at the exclusive place. It was important for him to wine and dine with the District Attorney and other elected officials. Making a bad impression could get him blacklisted. CJ thought for a moment about Logan and his rough edges and hard persona. He was a man’s man and probably not the best social butterfly.<br><br>Funny thing, CJ thought about it but really didn’t care. Being with Logan was enough. The cop sent shivers throughout CJ’s body. What only made it better was Noah’s presence. Noah seemed to balance the two extremes. It was a perfect combination…a perfect trio.<br><br>Getting back to reality, CJ put a slight spray of cologne on his body. He didn’t like colognes to mask the person, but rather enhance. He looked at his watch and if he didn’t leave he’d be late. He quickly finished up and headed down to the garage where he once again got into his car. <br><br>First on his list was Logan. He was closest to CJ’s condo. It didn’t take long to get there and the building couldn’t be any more different than CJ’s building. He pulled up to the curb and waited. It didn’t take long and the front door to the building opened and CJ felt blood rush to his cock. Logan could wear anything and look hot. CJ couldn’t wait to see Noah. It was going to be one hell of a night.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Law, Order &amp; CSI [alxnjsh, Barnbean &amp; Torch]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Torch</strong> on <strong>10-05-2010, 23:38:54</strong>
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				<em>"I have a feeling he doesn't mind how dirty you are...He has more than enough hand sanitizer to go around."</em><br><br>Logan glanced back at the Doc for a beat, then burst out laughing. His eyes crinkled and his cheek dimpled, and it was a full belly laugh that showed his appreciation for the Doc's sense of humor. The detective would never admit it, but there was nothing he loved more than a guy who could make him laugh. Noah seemed to soothe the combination irritation/lust that existed between him and Simons, and it made Logan feel comfortable and warm, whereas the prickly ADA made him want to punch something...or fuck someone. <br><br>The drive back to the morgue building was only a few minutes, and Logan wished he had an excuse to drag it out, but just his luck there was no traffic for once, and before he knew it he was pulling up in front of the building. Noah remarked on his culinary appreciation skills or lack thereof, and Logan shrugged. "I'm sure he's all worried I'm gonna use the wrong fork or something, or drink out of the finger bowl. I should do it just to see his eyes pop out of his head." He smirked with good humor, then rubbed his chin thoughtfully. <br><br>He wondered if the man did pick the fanciest restaurant in town just to see Logan make a fool out of himself. Huh. Nah, that'd be a pretty expensive practical joke if it were true. Logan wasn't a total social ostrich; he read the paper and knew Canlis to be the premier restaurant in Seattle. He just had never been there, or anyplace like it, for that matter.<br>&nbsp;<br>"Guess I'll see you tonight." He nodded at Noah who slipped out of the car, and Logan grinned at the Doc's declaration that he wasn't a cheap date. "Don't worry about the boxers jokes. I don't wear 'em." He smiled evilly, completely leaving the impression that he dispensed with underwear entirely and went commando before he pulled away from the curb with a slight hard on. He drove lazily back to his precinct, not looking forward to the paperwork involved from the attempted robbery, and he knew he would be pushing it to get ready for dinner this evening.<br><br>Throughout the rest of his afternoon, he managed to give his post arrest debriefing to his captain, file his paperwork and send an email to Simons office to give the man his address. He was still wary of letting anyone else drive him around, but he supposed just this once wouldn't hurt. He had his own reasons for not being without transportation, mainly because he never spend the night at a trick's place. And he never let a trick stay overnight at his apartment. Spending the night meant cuddling and kissing and all the other shit that Logan didn't do. He fucked and then he went to sleep in his own bed, alone. In that order. And he had no intention of messing up a routine he had down to a rough science.<br><br>Logan made it back to his apartment with just about half an hour to shower and change before Simons showed up, and he knew the other man was too anal retentive to be late. Hurriedly, Logan scrubbed and shaved, glad that he kept his hair buzzed short enough to just need a few swipes with a towel and a quick brushing. He stood stark naked in front of his closet and frowned. He supposed leather pants and a chest harness would be pushing it.<br><br>With a grunt he reached for the only suit he owned and pulled it out, then searched for something resembling a dress shirt. His mother made him buy the suit when he made detective, as she wanted him to look nice when he had to go to court. It was a classic traditional dark gray pinstripe, single-breasted with a vent in the back. He hurriedly ironed the dress shirt, still stark naked which was probably not a good idea. But he didn't burn anything important, and he dressed quickly after rummaging around for a tie. He had just slipped his wallet into the back pocket of his slacks when he heard a car pull up outside his building.<br><br>He glanced out the window at the slick Audi, and snorted. Figures. Locking up his place he headed down the stairs to the front door, pushing it open and stepping out, glancing right and left. His cop habits never left him, and he always assessed his position with regards to unfriendlies. So far, the only unfriendly seemed to be a screaming baby being pushed in a stroller by the kid's harried mother as she passed by the building. The coast being clear, Logan crossed to the curb and opened up the passenger side door, sliding in and glancing over at Simons. He grinned as he buckled his seat belt.<br><br>"Nice ride. I know you didn't buy this car on what you make, so what gives?" He settled his bulk in the seat and immediately reached for the control to move the seat back to accommodate his long legs. "Shit, who was in this seat last, your mother?" He remarked, his knees being up around his chin for the moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Law, Order &amp; CSI [alxnjsh, Barnbean &amp; Torch]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barnbean</strong> on <strong>11-05-2010, 20:46:12</strong>
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				Noah had no idea what CJ and Logan would be up to once they got back to their respective jobs. He could guess at it of course. He wasn’t a big fan of the entire premise of guesswork. It never got you anywhere except down an improvable track of logic that was more often than not wrong. Gut instinct may have worked for detectives, and deception may have worked for lawyers, but a medical examiner had to see facts. And that was something Noah liked, in and out of work. So he could have assumed CJ was off in some luxuriously furnished office with his designer shoes kicked up on a mahogany desk as he got his secretary and assistant to do work around him. And he could have guessed Logan was at some battered old desk following leads and eating fiber enriched, good for&nbsp; your health AND your status as a cop!, donuts. But he wouldn’t. <br><br>Instead Noah would do what he did best. His job. The nitty gritty work that never got any attention. Lawyers were always in the public eye, making press conferences, spouting elegant speeches about the scales of justice and how Lady Justice might have been blind but the attorneys office would never turn a blind eye to crime. Police got the promotions and the medals to pin on their chests when a crime was solved. The medical examiner? They just toiled away in the basement morgues and worked. Because law and order both needed a face. Death was best left lurking in the darkness. <br><br>And it made sense. No one wanted to know just what people could do. How deep and dark thinks could get. The sad and secret truth was that human beings could quite creative in the ways they could think to hurt each other and in the ways they could actually end up causing the death of someone else. And it was Noah’s job to let the victim speak, to explain what happened, through the physical evidence provided. <br><br>It wasn’t so fancy as TV made it out to be. The glitz and the glamour just made for good TV, not for anything real. So back in his office, Noah only had a few minutes to jot some notes down, send out a thank you call for the speedy return of the blood results, and then? A new body, a new task.&nbsp; While CJ and Logan did their tasks, Noah was elbow deep in blood and ichor. And that was where he stayed until he dragged himself home, having taken public transportation, not owning a car himself. Sitting next to strangers, smelling of chemicals and cleaners, anything to dull the smell of death, he was often stared and, but had long since stopped noticing.<br><br>The first thing he did when he was home was to strip off his clothes, place them neatly into and around the hamper, and then take a long, long, shower. After he washed his hair three times and used more soap and body wash than most would in a week he felt clean and presentable. With a tired sigh from hunching his tall frame over an examination table for far too long he stepped out of the shower and made the short trek to the bedroom in his small studio apartment.<br><br>It was a stretch to find anything that would pass as fancy enough for a restaurant of CJ’s caliber. And Noah knew whatever he picked would never be close enough anyway. He had the suit he wore to graduation. The suit he wore to job interviews. Both screamed non designer off the rack clothing. But he had them taken in to fit his frame better at least. And neither was stained or dirty. That was a plus. Neither screamed medical examiner, he had no white lab coat thrown over them. So that was an even bigger plus. <br><br>He settled on the dark gray suit, pulled it on and spent far too long looking for the tie that went with it. Unable to find it he settled on a novelty tie he had received as a gift before. A cartoonish grim reaper, someone’s idea of the kind of morbid work he did. He found it cute, though likely inappropriate. A car pulling up outside took away any chance to find something better, so Noah hastily tied the near garish neck tie and raced down the steps of his building, slowed as he pushed the outer doors open and did his best to not roll his eyes at the over the top richness of CJ’s choice in cars. It wasn’t like he didn’t expect such a thing from the guy who wore designer suits. <br><br>“Tall guy in the back, classy,” Noah said with a grin as he climbed into the car behind Logan. Logan who had given himself a ton of leg room. “Who rode back here last? Your grandmother? Geeze…” Noah tucked into the seat as best he could. And they were off. To some fancy restaurant which likely charged more for water than he made in a week. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Law, Order &amp; CSI [alxnjsh, Barnbean &amp; Torch]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>17-05-2010, 01:55:41</strong>
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				CJ smelled Logan as he entered the car and he stifled a shudder than ran through his body. The cop oozed beast and it turned the attorney on. CJ worked hard to keep his cool and found himself turning into the façade that was seen so often in the courtroom. He became unemotional and quiet, contemplative. It was the complete opposite of what he wanted to be. Taking a few breaths through his mouth – to focus on that and not the intoxicating smell – he smiled.<br><br>“Actually, yes.” CJ answered Logan’s question. His mother was the last person that sat in the seat. CJ didn’t want to explain his mother’s gifting tendencies. It wasn’t necessary and the cop didn’t need to know.<br><br>“I guess you can clean up a little.” CJ said changing the subject. Logan did better than clean up, but CJ wouldn’t give him anymore than a simple compliment.<br><br>Another surprise, Noah didn’t live so far. It was once again a different neighborhood and seemed to suit the medical examiners persona…or at least the persona that CJ had only just met. CJ was particularly interested in Noah’s company – perhaps as a way to cut some of the sexual tension and Logan’s aggressive personality. He acted as a muting agent to Logan. Probably to CJ as well.<br><br>As though on cue, Noah let out a comment along the same lines of Logan’s comment. CJ couldn’t help but chuckle. “I hope not, she’s been dead for ten years.” CJ motioned with his thumb to Logan. “As the cop, evidently he needs lots of room in front. I think he anticipated you’d be riding in his lap.”<br><br>The drive to the restaurant wasn’t that far. Canlis was one of the top restaurants not only in Seattle, but in the country. “I hope you don’t mind, I reserved the Prix Fixe meal for us.” CJ said as he narrowly missed hitting another car. CJ was a horrible drive – only thanks to pure dumb luck had he not been in an accident. Speeding and parking tickets? Those were completely different stories.<br><br>Canlis’ Prix Fixe meal consisted of an amuse bouche, asparagus, yellow fin tuna, rabbit, lamb saddle, chocolate cappuccino, and brioche bread pudding. It was a flat cost of $115 and provided a sampling of each dish. <br><br>CJ’s car pulled up to the front and he got out. A valet was there to meet them in the porte cochere. He smiled warmly at the young man and then walked into the restaurant. He stepped inside to the host. “Christopher Simons.” <br><br>“Yes, Mr. Simons.” The maître d' said. “The Caché has been reserved for you.”<br><br>CJ nodded and motioned for Logan and Noah to walk first. He got a prime view of the asses, unfortunately covered by coats…but enough to titillate him.<br><br>The Caché is a private room set with a warmly lit single table, perched before a spectacular view overlooking Lake Union and the Cascades beyond. The service includes a personal server, telescope, custom sound system, chaise sofa, and Reidel stemware. It also costs an additional $150 above the meal.<br><br>“Can I get you gentlemen something to drink?” The personal server said as CJ moved over to the windows. He could never get over the view.<br><br>“Um, yes…wine from the sommelier.” CJ said with a smile. The Canlis had a wine list over 100 pages long. He figured a sommelier would understand their menu and pair wines appropriately.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Law, Order &amp; CSI [alxnjsh, Barnbean &amp; Torch]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Torch</strong> on <strong>09-07-2010, 05:37:50</strong>
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				Unconsciously, Logan inserted a finger into his collar and tugged. While he may have worn the suit like a runway model, it was clear he was uncomfortable, and it wasn't just because of the dress code. He knew he would be out of his element, and he had a sneaking suspicion Simons planned it that way. The ADA gave him a guarded smile and explained that as a matter of fact, his mother was the last person in the leather seat of the expensive vehicle.<br><br><em>Huh. Well, shit.</em><br><br>Thankfully, Simons changed the subject as he threw the car into gear and zoomed down the street, presumably towards the Doc's place. Logan nodded at the compliment and raised a dark brow. "Yeah, well, don't worry, I won't embarrass you. I know which fork to use." Which was a slight exaggeration. Logan wasn't a social misfit, and his mother did raise him to have good manners, but if there were any more than four utensils on the table, he was toast.<br><br>Minutes later they pulled up in front of Noah's, and Logan grinned widely at the irreverent tie the man was sporting. The detective's eyes ran up and down the lanky frame in appreciation as the Doc crammed himself into the back seat of the vehicle. Apparently Logan wasn't the only one who could clean up nicely. Simons was a given, of course, the man was probably born wearing CK's and Cole-Haan loafers.<br><br>Logan turned to grin at the ADA, while the ever running porn film inside his head suddenly came into sharp focus at mention of Noah riding in the detective's lap. Huh, giving either man a ride on his cock sounded like a better idea than a stuffy dinner at some fancy restaurant, but Logan did agree to go, so he wasn't about to complain. He glanced into the back seat as the Doc tried to get comfortable, without much success. "Sorry, man. I'll let you call shotgun the next ride." Logan tried not to laugh as Noah rolled his eyes.<br><br>Nodding as Simons outlined their dinner, Logan wanted to ask what the hell 'pree feeks' was, but wasn't about to let on he had no clue. He was pondering the possible answers as the car swerved to the right, on a collision course with the rear fender of an SUV. The detective reached for the "oh shit" bar along the door frame only to discover the car didn't have one, so he just held his breath and prayed that the crash wasn't painful as his life flashed before his eyes. Somehow, Simons managed not to kill them, and with a loud honk and some obscene gestures from the offended driver in the next line, they continued down the street towards Canlis.<br><br>A glance to the back seat revealed a slightly pale Noah, and Logan chuckled. "How 'bout next time, I drive?" He offered, thinking perhaps working undercover in narcotics was only slightly more dangerous than riding with Simons. Thankfully, they pulled into a long driveway that wound its way upwards and away from the bustling city street. The thick Pacific Northwest foliage closed behind them, and suddenly the restaurant appeared, tucked away like an oasis. A valet approached the car as Simons pulled the car underneath the porte' cochere, and the three men exited the vehicle, Logan and the Doc following Simons into the stone and wood beam building, the ADA clearly in his element.<br><br>The Maitre D' led the men up a small flight of stairs to a single room, with a table set for three and a wall of windows overlooking Lake Union, the Cascade mountain range visible in the distance. The tree tops brushed the sides of the windows, giving the illusion the small private dining area was set amongst the stiff limbs. A chaise lounge rested along the far wall, and a professional telescope was available for stargazing. The entire effect was stunning and intimate, and it made Logan tug at his collar again. He wanted to enjoy this evening, and the company of his two handsome dining companions, but he could feel his defenses kicking in, a response to the overwhelming feeling of being out of place.<br><br>His shoulders stiff, he shoved his hands into his pockets as he observed the room and the view beyond the windows. A waiter appeared and asked if they wanted drinks, and of course Simons ordered wine. Logan glanced over, frowning. If this place didn't carry beer, he was going to be pissed. "Budweiser. Draught if you got it." Fortunately the waiter didn't blink, but merely nodded. "Of course, sir." Logan's gaze flicked over to Simons, who looked like he just bit into a lemon. <br><br><em>Sheesh, it's not like I ordered a Colt .45&nbsp; in a brown paper bag.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Law, Order &amp; CSI [alxnjsh, Barnbean &amp; Torch]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Barnbean</strong> on <strong>20-08-2010, 20:53:42</strong>
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				Nothing said you were bound to have a good evening like being the under dressed guy in the backseat of a car with just about enough legroom for someone half your size. That was the problem with expensive restaurants and expensive cars. No one ever fit into them well. It was about being seen. Not about being comfortable. Noah found it all a bit silly. As a medical examiner it was his job to not be seen, to blend into the background so the world could have its solved murders without ever having to know too much about the dead bodies that were invariably a part of things. Prosecutors made flashy speeches and got the criminals jail time. Detectives solved the crimes and made sure the criminal was pulled off the street. They held press conferences, they made their names known. Medical examiners worked in dark basements and no one interviewed them, no one expected a press conference to explain why trace evidence pulled from a bullet wound in a man's shattered skull could break the case. <br><br>Science and blood sat in the dark recesses of the process. Noah liked that. He didn't need fame and fortune and money. He was of the old school belief that doing the work was its own reward. Silly, sure. But it was him. And dressing up in suits and riding in the tin-can sized backseat of a car that was probably insured for more than his whole life was? Not his usual way. <br><br>And yet there he was. Because... well part of him wasn't even sure why. The district attorney had suggested it. And he had gone along with it. Because he was polite. Because he was intrigued. because part of him wanted to see a certain cop and attorney naked and sweaty and writhing on a floor.... No. So not going there. The car was cramped enough without springing an erection the size of Britain. <br><br>"Oh right... mention the dead grandmother... that's usually not the way to start an evening, as an ME though I can get away with it," Noah grinned slightly but was contrite enough to offer an apologetic look for mentioning the dead woman in the first place. One of the few perks of his job, no one wanted to discuss dead people, even in a joking way, in front of you. It was silly really. But it seemed everyone was afraid a medical examiner would start talking about the latest corpse, or carving up his steak with a Y incision to show where the fatal wound in some jaywalker had been. <br><br>"Water please..." Noah shrugged after they had been seated in the entirely too fancy restaurant and after he had been thoroughly looked over by the man leading them to their table. Apparently he just passed muster for the dress code, and Noah had a feeling that was only because he was with the ada who seemed on first name basis with everyone short of the line chefs at the place. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Law, Order &amp; CSI [alxnjsh, Barnbean &amp; Torch]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 00:17:43</strong>
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				Only a short while ago CJ was sitting in the complete opposite extreme setting. He momentarily looked around, realizing that there would probably not be a cop bust. His gaze crossed over Logan and he quickly realized that the meathead could easily take care of any perps if one did happen to break out.<br><br>Budweiser and water. After an initial wince, CJ’s lip curled into a half smile. He guessed there wouldn’t be any other way. Interestingly it seemed to feel right for the Assistant District Attorney. A trio of wine, beer and water. It pretty much summed up their existence. He quickly wondered if Logan had ever had wine – real wine not box wine. He then wondered if Noah drank alcohol.<br><br>Looking down at his place setting his brow furrowed slightly. He reached his hand out and carefully straightened the knife so it was perfectly perpendicular to the plate. This then caused the spoon to no longer be parallel. CJ meticulously adjusted the spoon. Satisfied he looked back up.<br><br>“It’s not that bad. You have to admit that.” CJ said, looking at both of his…dates…dinner companions. “I bet they can even make you a hamburger here.” CJ assumed it wasn’t on the menu, but for what food cost at the restaurant they could invent one. It didn’t really matter anyway as they were having the Prix Fixe meal. (An amuse bouche, asparagus, yellow fin tuna, rabbit, lamb saddle, chocolate cappuccino, and brioche bread pudding.)<br><br>Shortly after the waiter left them, he returned with the beverages. In addition he set a tea-smoked lychee amuse bouche in front of them. <br><br>(http://www.herbivoracious.com/images/2008/08/04/teasmokedlychee.jpg)<br><br>Logan’s face was classic and CJ nearly spit out his first sip of wine looking at it. Instead, CJ raised his glass in a toast. “To solving the case.” He smiled, hopefully not dooming the conversation to that of police investigating or dissecting corpses. Now, if they wanted to carefully and logically outline the evidence and develop a case…that was a totally different conversation. <br>
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