[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ccff]Cecily Ashworth[/color][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/049e03e480fdb0450bb918ce7ac70d4e/tumblr_inline_nvc5a731vm1qlt39u_500.gif[/img][hr]Location: the Morgue[/center][hr][hr]Just moments after she had put the test results into A.F.I.S., she received yet another text from Caesar. Glancing at it, Cecily frowned slightly. She wasn't quite prepared to take a break from work to talk with him just yet. It was the very reason she told him that she'd be at the Heights that night, if he wanted to talk. And with Natasha recovering from chemo, she hardly wanted the angry Mexican to scare the woman to death. Though, the doctor did appear to be a braver woman than she could ever be. 

While the computer searched for a hit on the fingerprints, Cecily set to work with the sample Natasha had given her. She prepared a micropipette, calibrating it with an analytical balance before use. Once done with that process, Cecily separated out the sample in portions amounting to less than twenty microliters, each. The more sparing she was with the samples, the more tests she could perform. She began with the basic tests first: Benedict's Solution, Lugol's Iodine, Biruet's Solution, and a simple phenol red indicator. These tests narrowed down the aspects of the unknown chemicals, and once she recorded the results, Cecily moved over to the spectrophotometer. In one cuvette, she placed a control sample -- deionized water -- and then set to work. By the time she had thoroughly completed all of the trials, the computer [i]dinged[/i] softly. A.F.I.S. had found a match. 

[color=00ccff]"Before I go and check that, here's what I found...The water contains various fuels and oils, as well as some halogens--fluoride, chlorine, and so forth,"[/color] Cecily explained, powering off the spectrophotometer. She quickly jotted down the finished results for the water analysis and signed the paper, before heading over to the computer.

It was a three point match to an unknown individual. She frowned, clicking on the name, in order to bring up the relevant files--the file was scarce. There were matches to other crimes, but it was an unusual lack of information. [color=00ccff]"This isn't too helpful--but whoever did this, we're likely looking at a serial killer,"[/color] Cecily said. [color=00ccff]"Got some information from the hit, but honestly, there's hardly anything here."[/color]

She strummed her fingers against the counter, quickly pulling and saving the few pieces of information she had collected. Thinking through the combination of chemicals she found, Cecily mimicked her favorite television detective. There had to be [i]somewhere[/i] that would have all of those elements in combination. Focusing in on the fuel, Cecily continued to strum her fingers, her mind briefly flickering to Riley and her tour. It had been pushed back once again, requiring the plane tickets to be....

....[i]Plane tickets?[/i]

Making a gigantic leap of deduction, Cecily smiled, a bit smugly. [color=00ccff]"It's some sort of aircraft storage. That's the crime scene we're looking for."[/color] Pulling out her phone, she sent an identical text to Roy, Caesar, and Detective Johnson. 

[center][color=00ccff]Crime scene has likely been found. -C.A.[/color][/center][hr][hr][center][h1][color=ff6600]Chloe "Tuesday" Ridgeway[/color][/h1][img]http://67.media.tumblr.com/6f3c25612f0dbca11d7dcbcd8ec3a08d/tumblr_inline_mfhw6qRnSl1rcntul.gif[/img][hr]Location: Boston Heights[/center][hr][hr]Tuesday was preparing some sort of retort, having abandoned her sister when they were in high school, and how she'd likely be able to do it again. That was all a lie, of course. She knew that she would do the same exact thing, but it was more a matter of saving face. However, all of that vanished when she saw that fucking car. Her blood turned to ice, and she glanced up at the apartments, knowing fairly well Marc had to be inside one of them. 

[color=ff6600]"Marc bloody Tinder is here,"[/color] Tuesday groaned, kicking at the ground slightly. [color=ff6600]"Why must bad things happen to mildly bad people?"[/color] 

She looked up at the apartments once again, knowing that Riley would be in the classic building. Her producer, as far as Tuesday was aware, had put her under house arrest. It helped that Riley had a broken bone, it forced her to stay home and not get herself mixed up with anything. Biting her lip, Tuesday contemplated her options. She could walk into Riley's house and pretend, if she ran into Marc, that she hadn't seen his car. 

Blinking her eyes several times, she couldn't help but feel trapped regardless. It seemed fate had decreed that Marc would run across her, and wherever Marc went, murders were sure to follow. It was the balance of the universe. [color=ff6600]"Come on, let's go."[/color] She tore her eyes away from the car and crossed over to the classic building, hoping that Marc wouldn't be looking out one of those windows and spot her flaming red hair.