[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ccff]Cecily Ashworth[/color][/h1][img]http://67.media.tumblr.com/478440e3ac8805dc974d804f14c26c1c/tumblr_inline_n0rc38IQrj1rsud01.gif[/img][hr]Location: Justice Memorial; Front Entrance --->  Taqueria[/center][hr][hr]Cecily raised an eyebrow, hearing Gregory call her his partner. The man had made a reputation for himself of never taking a partner, of working cases solo. She nearly chuckled, the way he reminded her of [i]every[/i] fictional character ever, with his need to work alone. However, a more disturbing thought came to her mind. Her eyes widened, recalling a crucial issue of [i]Harley Quinn: the New 52.[/i] Poison Ivy had sprayed Harley with a special serum, causing everyone nearby to fall madly in love with the former psychiatrist. Her mind flickered back to the stolen kiss from the night before, and now, to Gregory calling her his partner.

[i]No, that type of serum can't exist[/i], Cecily reassured herself. If it had been a thing, someone in Justice would've been killed from it, and she would've learned all about it in a toxicology report. Calming herself from that scare, Cecily clung to Caesar's belt, as instructed. [color=00ccff]"If it's a corpse, I'm not [i]technically[/i] qualified to perform autopsies..."[/color] Cecily said awkwardly, nodding at the tacos. Her stomach would've practically nodded for her if she hadn't. 

She clung to dear life, her eyes squeezed tightly the entire trip. The contraption, as she thought of it, seemed like a death trap waiting to happen. And given that her car was a death trap, it was saying something. Everything about Caesar seemed to contain an aura of death and Mexican cheese, of souls screaming for escape and Creepy Rob Lowe. It sent a shiver down her spine, as she wouldn't have wanted anything more than to curl up in the corner of a comic book store, and read until she forgot about reality. 

Thankful for the nearness of other people at the tiny restaurant, she recalled the place Riley and her had gone to the previous night. It had been odd, with random paperweights, unlabeled alcohol, and fireworks. Truthfully, only the name of the place had any connection, as far as Cecily figured, to this place. Both sounded hispanic to her. The television set provided a further distraction, and Cecily grimaced at the news.

[color=00ccff]"Wonder who they'll get to fill in for Wallace..."[/color] Cecily pondered. She ordered herself some food and a drink, intending not to consume it until she helped Caesar with whatever it was. A stickler for the rules, she hardly believed that being tipsy would help her analyze [i]anything[/i] properly. She nodded at his explanation, a bit surprised he hadn't asked Roy about that. 

[color=00ccff]"Yeah, I'll take a look before I drink,"[/color] Cecily explained, glancing around the room. She lifted up her drink, peering at it, as if it would have some sort of bug as well. Truthfully, she couldn't have looked any sillier, a paranoid nerd staring at pieces of gum underneath a table as if they might kill her as well. [color=00ccff]"Wallace, the coroner, was murdered,"[/color] Cecily responded quietly. [color=00ccff]"This morning, we had a robbery as well. Armed assault. Got shot at."[/color] Her voice varied in tone, fluctuating from serious to mildly amused constantly. To anyone looking at her, it was obvious she was shaken up from all of it, struggling to process emotionally what had occurred that day.