I wake up to the sound of someone calling my name. I sleepily open my eyes to find Fitz staring down at me, softly shaking my arm. I hastily sit up, startling Fitz enough for him to stand up. I rub my eyes as I realize that I'm in my bed, and not in the conference room. "How'd I get here?" I ask, getting out of bed. Finally noticing that my clothes were now wrinkled from my sleep, I glance over at Fitz as I make my way to my closet. "Wasn't I just in the conference room?"

Fitz scoffs, a charming smirk on his face. "Sure, if you consider a half hour 'just'," he teases, his handsome smirk growing as he chuckles under his breath. He brushes off his dark blue shirt and khaki-colored jeans as he straightens himself up, standing taller than before.

Realizing that I'm staring at him a bit longer than needed, a faint blush tints my face as I quickly grab a pair of black leggings, a red tunic with a thick brown belt to clasp my torso, and some brown boots. Quickly changing in the bathroom, I walk out. Realizing that I still need to change my bandages, I roll my sleeves up. "What happened?" I ask him.

At this, Fitz runs a hand through his hair. "Well, after you saw Michelle's death pictures," he begins. He sighs when he sees me wince at the mentioning of Michelle and her bloody corpse. Glancing at me as I begin to put Neosporin on my cuts, he continues. "You eventually fainted. Laurel started screaming when I picked you up to bring you to up to your room, and then was asking about you when I came back." He shakes his head, chuckling softly at the female Altruistic's antics.

As I throw my bloody bandages away, my mind quickly rewinds Fitz's response to the part where he carried me to my room. I feel my cheeks warming as I roll my sleeves down again, facing the other way momentarily so the blush can die down before Fitz notices. As I mentally ask myself why I'm blushing so much, I question out loud, "What happened afterwards?" I turn towards him and sit on the bed again.

Fitz groans, rolling his eyes. Sighing exasperatedly, he says, "The rest of us looked at the autopsy report." His lips frown into a thoughtful scowl. "Apparently, the death report said that she died from cyanide poisoning and 'simultaneous bleeding'," he explains, still frowning. "But the actual report said that she had really faint traces of cyanide- almost nothing." He sits next to me, exhaling sharply. "For some reason, that was emphasized on the document."

I raise an eyebrow myself. "How would she die from faint cyanide?" I ask myself.

I turn to see Fitz smirking bitterly. "My thoughts exactly," he replies.

A moment of silence passes between us, and I start to fiddle my fingers. When Fitz stands up abruptly, I jump up as well, startled. "What?" I ask, my eyes wide. "Did something happen?!"

Fitz shakes his head apologetically. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," he says, causing my muscles to relax. "It's just that to discuss the topic of Michelle having cyanide in her, Mr. Wallace is inviting a forensic chemist and pathologist here. And-" Fitz looks at the clock. His eyes widen as he says, "And they should be here now! Come on!" he adds, rushing to my door.

I follow him, but only after I grab my room key from my bedside table. After I close the door behind me, I run down to hall to catch up to Fitz, as he's already at the elevators.

...

When we exit the elevator, Fitz and I find ourselves facing a middle aged man and woman. They both have blond hair and blue eyes, with the woman having wider eyes than the man. Also the man was at least a head taller, and has tan skin. Both are wearing lab coats. I immediately wonder if they're married.

Mr. Wallace answers my theory when he says, "Fitz, Sophie- these two are the forensic chemist and pathologist I was talking to you about earlier." He then gestures to the man and woman, who wave at the two of us. "Mr. Steven and Mrs. Caroline Campbell. Married," he adds, chuckling when the two scientists blush faintly.

"Please, call us Steven and Caroline," the female says, smiling at us gently. "I'm the chemist, while Steven is the pathologist." At this, her husband waves as us in a friendly way.

I stare at Fitz, then at Caroline again. They're the same height, I note. And I'm not that much shorter than either of them. Smiling at Caroline and Steven, I say, "I'm Sophie. Pleased to meet you two."

Fitz nods, smiling a rather adorable smirk. "And my name is Fitz. It's a pleasure meeting you all."

As Mr. Wallace leads the four of us, I see Caroline lean closer to Steven and say, "They're so polite!" She smirks, "I wonder if they're together, though."

At this, I find my face flushing as I glance over at Fitz. Apparently, he heard them too, since he was also blushing. We both lock eyes with each other, then quickly look away, our blush growing more. This is going to be awhile, I tell myself as I press my lips together, resisting the urge to groan and cover my blushing face.

...

Apparently, Mr. Wallace brought us to a lab. Inside, multiple computers and scanners and such were waiting for us, along with a plethora of science equipment. Steven claps his hands together happily. "Now this, I can get used to." He smirks when Caroline laughs gently.

Mr. Wallace smirks as well. "I'll leave the four of you here," he says as he walks to the door. "Just call me for anything." And with that, he's gone, the door closing behind him.

Caroline tells the two of us, "Steven and I will get whatever we need set up. You two decide who you want to work with, alright?" She smiles at us when we nod, then goes off to grab a microscope and some sample trays.

I turn to Fitz, "Do we know where we're going?"

Fitz nods. "Yeah." He points to himself, "Steven." Then he points at me, "Caroline."

I nod. "Good luck," I say as he begins to turn around.

At this, Fitz glances at me again. "We just might need it," he says.