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Eden Ashley has been working at the New York crime lab, for just over a month now. Everything is going great, work is going great. Slowly but surely she is getting her apartment sorted too. This is mainly thanks to Adam and Flack helping her unpack, in exchange for Pizza and Beer. Ashley has slotted in so well, and has been made feel so welcome, especially by those two, this is probably down to the fact that she can be herself completely with them. Finally she seems to have her little crush on Stella under complete control, thank God.

She is currently heading towards the main lab, its 8.45am Wednesday morning. It’s been an uneventful week so far. Little does she know how much that is all about to change.

Stella is in the main lab with Mac, Danny and Flack; she can’t believe what’s happening. She also hates the fact that they are discussing Eden behind her back. “I think we should just wait until she gets here, before we all over react. She probably has a perfectly good explanation.” Stella was practically pleading now. Just as she finished getting her words out, Ashley strolls into the lab. Stella immediately stops talking and looks down at the floor; this action is mirrored by Flack and Danny.

Ashley can feel the tension in the room. She can tell the conversation stopped as soon as she stepped in, which is pretty conclusive evidence that she was the topic, which is confirmed by the shady looks on everyone’s faces. She is currently racking her brain to try and figure out exactly what she’s done wrong. When she comes up with a blank, she decides she better ask.

“Err is everything okay?” Obviously not, Stella still can’t bring herself to look up from the floor. Mac breaks the silence.

“Eden, where were you last night?” Ashley doesn’t say anything, she is so confused. Mac continues. “Between the hours of midnight and three am?”

Stella inwardly cringes at how Mac has phrased the question; she still can’t bear to look at Eden. Ashley is even more confused, but now also a little worried. “Is there any particular reason you’re asking me like I’m a suspect?”