[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ccff]Cecily Ashworth[/color][/h1][img]http://67.media.tumblr.com/399dada1b8ca30a63b3a0385104d61b8/tumblr_inline_n0rcdksnbK1rsud01.gif[/img][hr]Location: Justice Memorial; Room 2319[/center][hr][hr]Cecily glanced over at Tank, hearing the bug crush underneath his feet. She winced a bit, already thinking to herself what Professor Moriarty would have done. Gregory had already found more bugs in the room, one of them would have picked up on the sound of it being crushed. Biting her lip, she attempted to push it into the back of her mind. Gregory didn't seem to be freaking out about it, and Cecily knew she was a pessimist at heart. It'd be fine....Right?

The vial she held up started to drain onto the floor, and Cecily took a slight step back, glancing up at Gregory with a look of horror on her face. For a second, her mind went towards preserving what remained in there, in order to test it. But she decided against it -- there'd be trace amounts on the side of the vial, with any luck. And she had a bigger problem. Wallace started to scream, and for a mere moment, Cecily wanted nothing more than to melt to the floor and cry. She might have hated Wallace but now...Now she forgot her contempt for the man. 

Rushing over to his side, Cecily desperately attempted to figure out what was wrong with him. Unfortunately, forensic technicians were never trained in the art of saving people. They dealt with the dead, leaving her absolutely clueless with the living. Biting down on her lip, she watched as the scene with the pizza unfolded, the dreaded bit of cheese and meat falling to the ground, creating the world's worst Slip N Slide. 

[color=00ccff]"Sorry!"[/color] Cecily squeaked, moving out of the nurse's way. She bit her nails, watching as blood trickled out of Wallace, and her boss flatlined. Her eyes watered, and without stopping to explain herself at all, she began to cry. [color=00ccff]"I'm so sorry, Wallace...I'm so sorry...."[/color] Covering her face with her hands, she couldn't help but peak through her fingers, staring at the blood that flowed from his skull. This, this was all too much for her. Coroners weren't supposed to be [i]murdered! [/i]Forensic technicians weren't supposed to be [i]shot at![/i] They were supposed to be removed from all of it, leaving the detectives and the cops in the line of fire! 

Holding her own arms, Cecily glanced around the room, half expecting the Angel of Death to be there to collect Wallace's soul. Biting down on her lip hard, she attempted to stop her own tears, but failed to do so. The prospect of going back to her apartment terrified her, even with the gun she had hidden away. Nowhere felt safe anymore to her. Holding her arms tighter, her nails dug into her own skin, leaving little cuts. She didn't no what to do. She felt as useful as the trampled pizza on the ground.