[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ccff]Cecily Ashworth[/color][/h1][img]https://media3.giphy.com/media/GRc6cc2KVWT6M/200.gif[/img][hr]Location: Car ---> Justice Memorial[/center][hr][hr]Cecily nodded, conceding the point. [color=00ccff]"I suppose this is why you're the detective."[/color] While she expected her theory would have worked in a comic book, she saw Gregory's logic. Nothing was going to work the way it did in action films or anything else she spent her life obsessing over. Her only skill of use was her knowledge of crime scene investigation. Nothing more.

As the car stopped and Roy opened her door, she accepted his arm. Part of her pondered whether or not this was a flirtation. If it was, that would be two instances of someone being attracted to her in just a twenty-four hour period. Her eyes widened slightly at the thought, wondering what on earth she could have done to bring this on herself. It wasn't something she'd wish on her worst enemy. 

[i]I'm sure he's just being nice,[/i] Cecily reassured herself, walking with Gregory into the building and heading up to the second floor. She didn't see any signs as claimed by Sherlock Holmes on [i]BBC Sherlock[/i] of attraction, and she instantly relaxed. Dealing with murder came far more naturally to her than dealing with [i]that[/i]. 

[color=00ccff]"He looks like a fish,"[/color] Cecily giggled, as they entered Wallace's room and stared down at the walrus. As much as she knew, morally, that she should pity the man who appeared to be flailing his head from either side, it couldn't have appeared more comical to her. Here was the man who [i]never[/i] did things properly, who belittled her work last night -- she held a bit of a grudge. 

[color=00ccff]"Wallace, it's Cecily,"[/color] she said, taking a seat next to the man. She couldn't have been more tempted to take a sharpie and draw a mustache on his wrinkled face.