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[livemoore]

Who: Liv Moore + You
Where: Inside the mansion
When: 10-1
Rating: PG-13, talk of people dying.
Summary: Liv is on the chopping block.
The Story:

[ When Liv re-arrives in Wonderland, the timing is incredible. Not because she overly loves being stuck in this place where she can't control the things that happen to her (but when could she these days, anyway?) but because she is literally up for execution. Turning people into zombies when there's a brain shortage is a capital offense these days, but letting people die of incurable diseases? That was worse to her than any punishment and well worth the risk.

Hands and legs handcuffed and mouth taped shut, her eyes widen as she lands in the foyer. Of course it couldn't be her room. She has to sort of hop until she finds someone, hope they recognize her, and decide to help her. It's as she's trying to scoot along that she remembers: she had unfinished business here, and now, in her urgency she falls over, groaning as she hits the floor.

Turtle-ing would be far more embarrassing, so she just sort of rolls to her side, trying to somehow get herself free. ]

Comments

[livemoore]

[ Liv pushes herself up, then rubs at her wrists. There's still faint bruising on the side of her face but it's healing. ]

Thank you, again. And no, don't be worried. Not about me, anyway.

[ A hand goes through her hair as she thinks. ]

Hopefully, it's only been a week, like with everyone else.

[outstandingbalance]

[Straightening, arms crossed over her chest as she teases out what detail she wants to to follow up on.]

Worried you missed something?

[livemoore]

There was a woman who was murdered. Claire. Is she still here? Did anyone catch the person who did it?

[ For all she knows some weird amount of time has passed and no one's going to know what the hell Liv's talking about. ]

[outstandingbalance]

I know about the murder. Michonne was investigating, but last I heard she didn't have a culprit.

[With more interest, though she keeps it professional.]

Do you know something about that?

[livemoore]

[ Pressing a hand to her forehead to try and thing, Liv sorts through everything at home, everything here and realizes for a dead woman who doesn't sleep? She's already exhausted. ]

I think, before I left, I had a theory. But it's not like anything's actually set in stone. This isn't the type of place where anyone bothered to process the crime scene or take photos or gather evidence. Which means I have no idea where to even go with a hunch.

[outstandingbalance]

You'd run into some problems trying. [Which isn't so say she likes it, exactly, but logistically it would be a nightmare to have some kind of law enforcement body here.]

You remember your theory?]

[livemoore]

[ Liv rubs a hand over face then winces, because right. Still bruised and not completely healed yet. ]

...Yeah. It's...the clinic exam rooms are small. Like any other general practitioner. There's the exam table, a chair, a counter, and the door. Which is closed for privacy while we have patients in there.

[ Ah, yes. It's all coming back to her. ]

There's a mirror too, but it's covered. All the time, unless someone needs it while they re-dress. Claire said her back was to the chair because she was at the counter, getting ready to draw blood. The patient behind her had a full view of the room. He didn't make a sound, and the next thing Claire knows she's attacked from behind and on the ground.

[ Liv looks at Natasha. ]

I mean, it doesn't sound like we need to call in Sherlock or anything.

[outstandingbalance]

Maybe not, but it raises more questions than answers. [At least, Natasha has questions. If Liv knows the answers remains to be seen. Even so, Natasha might want to get them first hand.] There are a lot of ways to take out two people fast and quiet if neither of them see you coming.

You know for sure the patient could see the whole room?

[livemoore]

I can show you. We can go to the clinic and you can decide whether or not you think it's too far fetched or not.

[ Liv doesn't think it is, but right now she has the advantage of working in those rooms every day. ]

[outstandingbalance]

Wouldn't mind having a look. [Might as well someone who knows about murder have a look.

But that's only one point among a constellation of question.] Have you talked to the patient?

[livemoore]

I stayed with Claire.

[ Even if she hadn't thought he did it at the time, she wasn't leaving her alone. ]

I was late that day. We usually open together. She was alone, because of me.

[ And so, she wasn't leaving Claire alone again. ]

Fitz was the patient and I know Jessica talked to him right after. If he's said anything since then or if he hasn't, I don't know. I was trying to decide who to even go to with all of this when I went home.

[outstandingbalance]

Sorry to hear that. [Both that Liv wasn't able to be there for her friend and that she was dragged away so soon after. Natasha isn't an effusive person, tending to keep her emotions close to the vest, and her empathy feels a bit professional. Like a doctor might apologize for giving a difficult diagnosis.

Still professional, she keeps her recognition and her suspicion off her face when Liv mentions Fitz, but she listens closer.]

Do you know what Fitz was in for?

[livemoore]

I'm not sure. And even if I did, Claire has a thing about protecting patient's right to privacy.

[ Even if there are no laws about it. If he did turn out to be her murderer, well, maybe it'd be a different story but Liv truly doesn't know. As they make their way to the clinic, Liv just shakes her head. ]

Whatever happened, however it happened, it can't happen to anyone else.

[outstandingbalance]

I think we're a little outside of HIPAA's jurisdiction, but I respect the ethic behind it.

[She respects the impulse behind it a great deal more than she does Fitz's privacy, in fact.]

Claire doesn't think he did it?

[livemoore]

She does.

[ Liv opens the door to the clinic, not surprised that Claire isn't there, and leads Natasha to an exam room. ]

She didn't feel right going public because of the same reason we're here now: she has no proof. You can see it, and know where it happened and know how she and I think it happened. But it's circumstantial.

[outstandingbalance]

Circumstantial isn't such a bad thing. At least, it's a start. You get enough circumstantial evidence, you can put together a narrative.

[Arms crossed, Natasha glances around the room, taking in the layout.]

So your suspect was on the exam table?

[livemoore]

No, he was in the chair. Claire was at the counter.

[ Liv has her arms wrapped around herself now. ]

She was hit in the back of the head first, she fell, and then her neck was broken. I found her on the ground, and Fitz was laying on top of her.

[outstandingbalance]

[That would make it easier—as a third party, Natasha would have gone for the target in the chair first, but that wasn't conclusive.

And Fitz...

She shakes her head.]

What kind of condition was he in when you found them?

[livemoore]

Um...some head trauma, I think. Abrasions on his face, a cut to his head. He told me he was attacked, but he never said by who or gave a description or said where they went.

[outstandingbalance]

Any other notable injuries?

[That doesn't make a whole lot of sense. If Claire was the target, it would make more sense to incapacitate the potential witness first.]

[livemoore]

Abrasions on his face. A head wound that looked like someone hit him with something hard. Heavy. Nothing that would kill him, though.

[outstandingbalance]

And no sign of what did either? [That would be too easy, wouldn't it? Still, she has to ask. At the very least it would help determine if he could have staged the scene alone or if he'd have needed an accomplice.]

[livemoore]

No. No weapons other than the scalpel that was used to stab Claire. No, for him it was like his head was...slammed against something, not just sliced open.

[ Liv doesn't know if she's making a case for Claire's accusation or not, but she's giving as much information as she can and idly opens a cabinet, taking out an ice pack, activating it, and putting it against her bruised face from the injuries she managed to get at home. ]

Whoever it was left the guy in the chair to watch, killed Claire first, then left Fitz as a witness to it all, alive. But he hasn't given a description at all as far as I know.

[outstandingbalance]

[Natasha chews on her lower lip. She doesn't question that she should get her hands in this. She already chose that when she told Michonne she'd keep an eye out.]

You know who's talked to Fitz about it? I wonder if getting another cook in the kitchen would do any good...

[Which isn't to say she won't investigate. Just that she wonders if investigating personally would be worth tipping her hand to Fitz.]

[livemoore]

As far as I know, no one but Jessica. And that didn't go well, I think. I was so focused on Claire, I just...I zoned out. I sat with her until she woke up again.

[ Liv closes her eyes for a second, then looks at Natasha. ]

I don't know if while I was gone anyone talked to Claire, or talked to Fitz. But what's the next step from here? I mean, what do we do next?

[ She knows if this were a real police investigation Fitz would be brought in for some kind of questioning, but this isn't real-world standards. It's Wonderland, and who knows. Maybe that means there's no digging beyond this and whoever did it gets to walk. ]