[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ccff]Cecily Ashworth[/color][/h1][img]http://imagesmtv-a.akamaihd.net/uri/mgid:file:http:shared:mtv.com/news/wp-content/uploads/2015/05/olsen-hair-gif-1431123267.gif?quality=.8&height=281&width=500[/img][hr]Location: Sewers of Justice ---> Drain for the Main Autopsy Room[/center][hr][hr]Cecily hesitated for a moment. She did trust Roy--but he had also been the one who explained to her to not trust anyone, even him. She had messaged him that they were going to Queensguard, to investigate the scene of the crime--but where was he? What was Roy up to? It rubbed her the wrong way, the more she thought about it. Roy had told her that he covered up Peyton's murder--but he never explained exactly why. Perhaps she shouldn't have trusted him.

But he had kept her safe, hadn't he? He kept her out of the line of fire, and while Roy took a bullet, he never tried to hurt her. He was her partner--not in a romantic sense, of course. Romance confused Cecily at its core. But who else was there that Cecily trusted deeply in Justice, beyond Roy? Her mind flickered to her best friend, Bonnie, but she abandoned the thought quickly. She didn't want Bonnie to get dragged into this--whatever it was. 

[color=00ccff]"Yeah, I trust him,"[/color] Cecily replied. [color=00ccff]"I'll send him a text."[/color] But with the map in one hand, and her shoulder keeping pressure on the other, she resolved to wait to contact Roy until they had made it back to the morgue. The sewers were fundamentally disgusting, and Cecily didn't even get the mercy of plugging her nose. And with the slippery nature of them, she fell into the storm drain a few more times than she'd care to mention. 

At Caesar's invention to leave with him, Cecily nodded. She didn't have any ties to Justice, not really. She wasn't even quite sure what state her parents were in at the moment, and her brother was in Los Angeles, studying to be an actor. All that kept her in Justice was her job--the job that she was determined to quit, as soon as Alicia's case was closed. [color=00ccff]"That sounds good,"[/color] Cecily said, smiling a bit. [color=00ccff]"...Listen, if your company needs forensics, let me know."[/color] 

However, she didn't continue on. They came upon a set of rusted steel stairs, with the entrance for the morgue marked. Folding up the map of Justice, Cecily ascended the staircase with Caesar, and peered upwards at the manhole cover. Something was dripping through it, but more importantly, light was shinning through. She wasn't nearly strong enough to shift it aside herself, and she stepped over, letting Caesar take a crack at it. 

[color=00ccff]"Dr. Brinne!"[/color] Cecily would exclaim, assuming Caesar shifted the cover aside. [color=00ccff]"It's a bloody relief to see you. Would you mind extracting a bullet?"[/color] She grimaced slightly, still putting pressure on her shoulder. She had no idea when the shock would wear off. 
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#99ccff]Iris Kingston[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/11d5b3724b97ab0d75e1cad345de4b7c/tumblr_n197plXseg1qfdldwo1_500.gif[/img][hr]Location: Justice Asylum For The Criminally Insane: the Ludwig Building[/center][hr][hr]Iris looked back over the notes in Cynthia's file, attempting to find any connection between her and the massacre. Unless the murders had been orchestrated by a nine year old girl, the timeline didn't match up. She sighed a bit, mostly in relief--all of that blood, on the hands of one broken girl? It would have just been another hardship to add to Cynthia's already tragic life. The doctors' notes were mostly unhelpful as well. They began with condemning Cynthia as a murderer, and once her innocence was proven, they shifted to lamenting the absolute loss of her sanity. Despite being placed in a halfway house, all of the doctors noted one thing--that Cynthia is gone, despite brief appearances of sanity. 

[color=99ccff]"C'est très bizarre,"[/color] Iris murmured. [color=99ccff]"Pourquoi était-ce qu'ils l'ont placée dans le CHRS?"[/color] As she came to one note in particular, Iris' brow furrowed even further. Cynthia's mysterious visitor, unknown to anyone and missing from the records, had come to visit her. A woman who looked similar to Cynthia--and afterwards, Cynthia painted in red. From everything Iris had gleaned from the notes, Cynthia was a highly symbolic girl. Iris' discovery did not bode well.

Returning to her computer, Iris switched the browser settings into English. This mysterious Seattle visitor, looking as crazed as Cynthia--perhaps there would be some record for Jenny Green. If the woman was just as crazed, Iris figured she must have spent some time institutionalized. Asylums kept patient records--perhaps there were some she could access relating to the woman. And having access to it already, Iris began searching the patient records of the Justice Asylum. Cynthia had put the request for the transfer to Justice in herself.

Perhaps her friend had spent some time at this very institution.