[hr][hr][center][h1][color=00ccff]Cecily Ashworth[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/7900c075a8213d3c9b609d28ce5af1af/tumblr_oecucj7HCs1up42jgo4_540.gif[/img][hr][b][color=00ccff]Location[/color][/b]: Justice Airport[/center][hr][hr]	Just like the last few episodes she had watched with Keystone last night, the morning had been a whirlwind that blurred together. She had felt entirely exhausted as they left Casa Keystone, not because she had been up all night working like Natasha, but because she had watched one too many episodes late at night. And of course, the alcohol added into the mixture hadn't helped. Had it been just a few weeks ago, she would've just grabbed a can of Monster from the vending machine at work, chugged it, and then soldiered on--with a high chance of staying up too late each night until she finished whatever show she was bingeing. 

	Cecily didn't have the best sleep habits, to say the least. Though it also wasn't like her job encouraged them either. Homicides didn't confine themselves to occurring between the hours of nine and five, after all. 

	But on the bright side, Cecily was practically an expert at sleeping on planes if needed. Her parents had moved around so often and were a bit too snobby to even [i]consider[/i] not flying each time. It could've been a two hour drive and there was still a good chance they'd opt for a plane. They had racked up so many flying miles that they signed their children up for accounts as well, just to maximize the benefits. Neither of their kids had ever been afraid of flying and were familiar with the luxuries of first class. High class lawyers had the money to pay for that sort of thing, after all. 

	[color=00ccff]"Last night was fun, we should do that again,"[/color] Cecily mentioned to Keystone when they got to the tarmac. She had texted Natasha back letting her know when she and Keystone were on their way, but the young Coroner was so tired that she hardly even remembered sending the text message. She only knew she had because there was the record of it on her phone. [color=00ccff]"We can go back and watch the earlier seasons too, make it less confusing for you."[/color]

	Once they reached the private jet, Cecily's eyes widened a bit. She had flown first class fairly often, but it was commercial. And since moving out, she hadn't been able to afford much better than the so called 'Comfort Class' that was just an extra inch of leg room. She had [i]never[/i] had the chance to fly private before. That was something that Iron Man got to do, something reserved for presidents in political dramas. For a mere moment, Cecily was worried that you were supposed to dress nicely for these sort of things, but she shook the thought of her head. She doubted Caesar had a dress code for his private plane requiring slacks and a blouse. 

	[color=00ccff]"Thank you,"[/color] Cecily said to the worker who took her luggage away, keeping her carry on with her. She might have been an experienced flyer, but she still needed something to fiddle with during flights, even if the flight was just a quick three hour hop. The comic book that she moved from her suitcase to her carry on should be plenty, and if not, she'd see if sleeping was an option. 

	Getting into the plane, Cecily smiled and waved at Natasha as she got herself seated, her bag between her feet. She was incredibly grateful to the woman, figuring that she owed her life to Natasha. She was about to ask Natasha how her morning was when she realized with a jolt that she had never opened the message from Riley last night. Pulling it up on her phone, Cecily read it over before blushing deeply. She didn't know how to respond to the end of Riley's message.
 
[center][i][color=00ccff]I'm okay. Going out of town for a bit. -C.A.[/color][/i][/center]
	When the pilot came out from the cockpit, Cecily was a bit curious and hesitant. Was this normal for private planes, to have the pilot come out before take off? But once he explained what was going on, it made sense. Anyone who had a secret underground lair was pretty much guaranteed to make a bunch of 'in case of death' videos. It was undercover spy standard, from what Cecily had come to understand by watching Mary Watson in [i]Sherlock[/i]. The video itself didn't make much sense to Cecily, though she figured it would make a lot of sense to Caesar. 

	She only hoped that the man was okay--this couldn't have been easy in the slightest. 
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=99ccff]Iris Kingston[/color][/h1][img]https://68.media.tumblr.com/5d4a4335c1a91df84ca7ca36a83d611a/tumblr_inline_nv42wt2JDv1qki4lu_500.gif[/img][hr][color=99ccff][b]Location[/b][/color]: 3932 Chicago Heights[/center][hr][hr]	Iris had gotten up fairly early that morning, dressed for work as she put together the ingredients of a smoothie in the blender. She wasn't due at the asylum for an hour but she wanted to get there a bit early regardless. There were loose ends to take care of from the previous night and she needed to make sure that Jaina had been processed correctly. She figured there was a decent chance that the patient was still in the room Marc had left her in. 

	Pouring a glass of smoothie for herself, Iris glanced over towards her bag on the table. Inside were the scrapbooks of Cynthia's that she had taken from the asylum, as well as the card from Agent Tinder. Iris glanced over at the bag as she drank her smoothie, setting it in the sink and cleaning up the mess. By the time she finished putting the kitchen back in proper condition, the scrapbook continued to bother her. 

	[color=99ccff]"Bien, bien bien,"[/color] Iris muttered to herself as she went over to her bag and took out the book, along with Agent Tinder's card. Keeping her camera steady and still, Iris sent shots of all the pertinent photographs to Agent Tinder. If he was as in the dark as she was about that woman being Cynthia's mother, she figured these photographs could be an asset to the FBI's case. 

[center][i][color=99ccff]Salut, it's Dr. Kingston. I found these photographs among Cynthia's belongings. I hope they can help. They're with me if you'd like to see them in person. I'll be at my office within the hour.[/color][/i][/center]
	Iris then clicked on all the photos on her phone and airdropped them over to her Mac. Hopefully, there'd be one with a nice clean shot of the mystery man's face, that way she could then do a Google image search to see if she could figure out who he was.