[center][h1][color=#00ccff]Cecily Ashworth[/color][/h1][img]https://media2.giphy.com/media/AFXoeMr4Pui52/200.gif[/img]
Location: Wallace's Office[/center][hr][hr]Cecily pulled up in her impala, parking it a bit crooked. She sighed, attempting to straighten up, before just leaving it as it was. It was between the lines--that was all that really mattered. Putting her keys in her pocket and wearing her little badge around her neck, she walked inside, putting her phone inside of her purse. Hardly watching as she went in, she made her way back to her work station, setting down her things. People hardly ever came in on a Saturday, unless they were specifically requested.

[color=00ccff]"Wallace, that you?"[/color] Cecily asked, leaving her desk and peering around the corner into Wallace's office. Someone was definitely messing around with the files, though with the likely connection of last night's case, Cecily imagined that Wallace might have turned over a new leaf, and actually gotten to work. She bit her lip slightly, prepared for some sort of lecture about the fine art of crime scene science, usually followed up by some sort of criticism of her work methods.

She didn't expect the psychotic blonde with a ponytail to pull a gun on her. 

Her eyes widened, and she gulped, slowly raising her hands in the air. [color=00ccff]"I...I....I come in peace..."[/color] Cecily blurted, saying the first thing that came to mind. She didn't have time to mentally kick herself.

The gun fired. She could feel the bullet [i]whoosh [/i] right by her head, before finding its final resting place in the door behind her. Not having enough time to simply scream, Cecily hardly saw the woman strike her. All she knew was that one minute she was being shot at, and the next moment she was on the floor, her vision a bit blurred. By the time it cleared, the room was empty. 

Physical stamina was never her thing. Her head was pounding, and rather than sitting up, she grabbed her phone out of her pocket. Tapping on it, she opened up voice memos, and clicked record.

[color=00ccff]"Cecily Ashworth, just reported to work at the time of this recording. Heard rustling in Wallace's office, went to investigate. Shot at and assaulted by a blonde woman, estimate age...50 years old. Woman appeared to be on substances. Eyes were...blue. Hair was...styled, most likely ponytail. Very tight clothing. Suspect grabbed an unknown piece of evidence from Wallace's office."[/color]

She tapped finish on the voice memo, and clicking on the tiny up arrow, told it to be sent as a text message. She sent it to two people, figuring that the assailant couldn't murder everyone, in the worst possible scenario. The first person she sent it to was Riley; the second person she sent it to was Detective Gregory. 

The next thing she did, of course, was to stand. While most called the police straight away, she cared more about the truth than her own health. Human memory is only sixty percent accurate at best--she hoped desperately that she hadn't missed any key details, and that the voice recording would somehow prove helpful. Glancing up at the clock, she considered for a moment returning to work. 

[color=00ccff]"Call the police,"[/color] Cecily berated herself, picking up her phone and dialing the precinct. [color=00ccff]"Cecily Ashworth again, forensics, we've just had an armed intruder and a break-in. No personnel count has been taken yet, but it appears no casualties."[/color]

Once she finished speaking with the officer on the phone, she hanged up. The card from the terrifying Mexican was in her pocket, and she glanced at it with slightly shaking hands. It wouldn't be the most terrifying thing she'd have to do that day, for sure. Attempting some normalcy, she locked Wallace's office behind her, and went back to her workstation. Uploading the videos and pictures from the previous night, Cecily sent them to the other forensic technicians, as well as the officers working the case. 

[i]Just a normal day[/i], Cecily tried to convince herself. [i]Just a normal day...[/i]