[hr][hr][center][h1][color=00ccff][b][i]Cecily Ashworth[/i][/b][/color][/h1][img]https://i.gifer.com/5iOp.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=00ccff]Location:[/color][/b]  Sidewalk across the Border
[b][color=00ccff]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[/center][hr]	Cecily slowly sank to the ground as Natasha was placed inside of the body bag, the blood on the street leaving behind evidence of the sorry tale. Had it not been someone she knew, she would have been reminded of Locard's Exchange Principle - that everything leaves behind a trace, even death. But all she could do was take shallow breaths, almost sounding like she was about to heave but it was from tears. Natasha had died. Someone she knew for only a few days and had traveled to Mexico just to keep an eye on her bullet wound...had [i]died.[/i] Her hands were shaking as Cecily gripped her sides, trying to will herself not to spiral. There was the man on the phone to talk to. He needed to know what had happened. 

	[color=00ccff]"I'm so sorry..."[/color] Cecily stammered, her arms shifting to be around her knees as she curled into a little ball on the pavement. [color=00ccff]"Sh-sh-she didn't make it..."[/color] What else was she supposed to say? Despite working in forensics, it was never her job to inform a loved one that someone had died. The uniformed officers would do that - the detectives or whoever they passed the job onto. Her hands were shaking and she dug her fingernails into her ankles, whether in an attempt to hurt herself or to focus or just from instinct wasn't clear. 

	She took another shuddering breath, pulling out her own phone. She could barely hit the correct letters as she typed out a message to Roy: [i]I don't know what to do -Rogue.[/i] Natasha had just died in front of her and that was the best she could do, the most she could focus.