Ashley's green eyes scanned Will momentarily before fighting off a scowl. "I see you've decided to keep Hannibal as your psychiatrist."

He raised an eyebrow at the girl as they walked towards the morgue. He didn't bother asking how she had known. After all, somehow she had known he had gotten a new dog simply by glancing at his suit jacket despite having only seen him up close perhaps twice prior to that. "You don't approve?"

She shrugged. "You could do better. I never trusted the glint in his eyes. You probably shouldn't either."

Will gave her a look of disbelief at her brutal honesty. "He's your cousin."

Ashley looked straight ahead. "Exactly." The two FBI consultants walked into the morgue without another word, and the conversation was forgotten only to be continued at a much much later date.

Ashley closed her eyes momentarily as she let the familiar feeling of the dead wash over her. Opening them again, she could clearly see the souls of the victims. "They're diabetics. Interesting."

All eyes turned to her but she ignored their gazes. Instead, she continued to ponder aloud to an audience no one but she could see. "Diabetics. A very interesting choice of victims and perhaps the easiest if you know what you're doing. All it takes is altering the medication. So he's a doctor."

The distressed ghosts chimed up in response. Ashley held a single finger up as if to say 'one at a time'. Her green eyes shifted to the dead person on the far right. She shook her head slightly at the response. Too vague.

In the background, the three forensic scientists and the teacher watched her as she seemed to be addressing things that weren't there at all. Beverley narrowed her eyes at the brunette. "Is she high?"

Will shook his head and in an equally hushed voice, whispered his reply. "She didn't seem high when we were on our way here."

The brunette didn't even bother to turn around before responding. "That's probably because I'm not. Now come on, I think I know where our perp is."

Will and Beverley faces flushed at her irritated and almost disappointed tone. The curly-haired teacher considered catching up to her to explain himself before stopping short. He didn't know why, but he had a strong gut feeling that Ashley would punch him if he tried to talk to her right now.

Will Graham didn't see the teen at all during the next 12 hours. He didn't see her when they raided the pharmacy [although it was heavily implied that she had been there because someone had broken open the trunk of the killer's car and had called an ambulance.] Will didn't see her after Freddie Lounds published the article on the two of them, making them out to be a father/daughter pair of insane killers — despite the fact that insinuated he was ten when she was born.

All that was forgotten as he practically passed out on the hospital couch. Will could hear the clip-clop of hooves in the back of his mind as he slept. He turned his head to see not one, but two deer-like creatures. One was pure black, like the night with a full set of antlers. The other was a white fawn with small grey spots...or were they silver?

He stood up to follow them as the two animals left the room. As they  disappeared down the hallway, the fawn glanced backwards. It was nudged forwards by the black stag before the shadows swallowed them whole.

Will opened his eyes to find he and Abigail were no longer alone. Alana Bloom and Ashley Al'Ghul had joined him. While the older woman read aloud, Ashley had her knees supporting a textbook as she scribbled down her homework.

Just as usual, Ashley didn't even bother to look at him as she spoke — although he was unclear whether she did this because she knew he hated eye contact, or if she truly just couldn't be bothered to do so. "You'll kill your neck and back if you keep sleeping on that thing."

Will eyed her cautiously for a moment as he tried to pinpoint if the irritation she felt was directed at him, or if it was just the general irritation that seemed to hang around her like a heavy fog, no matter what circumstances she found herself in.

The curly-haired teacher shifted so he was berried deeper in the fluffy blanket in an almost defiant manner. "Hi to you too, Ashley. What are you reading?"

Alana had stopped reading and glanced over her shoulder at the question. As she answered, the brunette teen subconsciously tuned her out until Freddie Lounds' latest article was brought up. Finally, she set down her textbook.

" You know, her article would make a good murder mystery book. I mean, obviously, we change the characters and the murder details, and beef it up a bit. I mean think about it, we have plenty of stories from the perspective of the heroes."

Both adults tossed her a strange look. Will raised an eyebrow. "She described you as a psychotic bitch."

Ashley shrugged. "Well, I'm female, so I guess that automatically makes me a psychotic bitch."An awkward silence settled in the room. "Get it, because 'haha misogyny funny?' No?" Shrugging to herself, Ashley sheepishly rubbed the back of her neck. "I guess it's a Millenial thing."

Standing up abruptly, the brunette cleared her throat awkwardly. "Well, I'll leave you two to it then."

The adults watched her leave and it was silent besides the beeping machinery for a split second. Alana set down her book and sighed softly. "How long do you think it's going to take her to realize she forgot her homework?"

Will hummed softly as he thought about it. "She'll be back. Ashley doesn't want to admit it, but she sleeps here just as much as I do. She's always gone by the time I wake." He paused a beat before changing the subject. "We've never been alone in a room before, have we?"

And indeed, she did return, for early the next morning Ashley Al'Ghul could be found violently shaking the vending machine down the hall. The air around her got colder as a familiar presence joined her. "You know, you could just pay for the food, right?"

The demigod shook the machine more rapidly in response. "Almost got me that time, Lizzy. And, well, where's the fun in that? Now come on, don't be a stubborn bastard, I ...want ...food!"

The brown-haired ghost rolled her eyes. "I told you, my name is Lizet."

"And I," Ashley paused as she bent down to retrieve whatever food had fallen, "don't care. I'm the queen of the dead, aren't I? So that makes you, my dear, my ghost bitch. I thought we already discussed this last year with Klaus and Ben."

Lizet rolled her eyes. "You and Klaus discussed it. I remember Ben and I disagreeing, but not really getting a say."

Ashley smirked at her ghost friend. If Lizet wasn't dead, Ashley was sure her face would be bright red from the sheer mention of Ben's name.

Before she could continue teasing the dead teen, a man brushed past her and the tugging feeling of the dead washed over her. She paused for a second, then two before pursuing her prey. "Hey!"

He burst into a sprint and an unnaturally wide smile appeared on her face and Lizet sighed. "Here we go again." It was too late. The young demigod had already token after him, going at a fairly slow pace [considering her mile time was nearly down to four minutes now].

"Catch!"

Lizet moved forwards to catch the chips only for it to go through her. The ghost's brown eyes glanced down. "Yeah, I'll guard them."

Ashley grinned to herself. She had missed this: the chase; the blood rushing in her ears. She missed it more than she cared to admit. The killer toppled some equipment, but she simply leaped over it, and without missing a beat, and kept on running. She sharply turned a corner, her fingers just brushing his shirt. Ashley's smile dropped as she grabbed his shoulder and tugged him back into her well-calculated punch.

He let out a gasp as he hit the floor. "Wha...she said you understood me."

Ashley tilted her head to the side as she stood over him, her face void of emotions. "It was just about the game." She slammed his head into the wall and let him fall limp. "And you were completely, utterly, boring."