So, a severe case of writer's block and life in general got in the way of this chapter. It's short, but finally here, though!

Enjoy!

Returning to the lab, the pair finds Fisher talking to Maggie. Seeing him leave her office, Kirsten saddles beside the detective saying, "Tyler Peterson killed Maya."

Fisher looks at her skeptically.

"He did it," The blonde states indignantly.

"I'd just go with it," Cameron comments coming into the conversation.

"Okay, how do you want me to get him?"

Kirsten says nothing. Raising an eyebrow, Fisher inquires, "Do you even have evidence?"

"I know what I saw," She defends. The adults stare each other down for a second until Fisher nods and answers, "I'll see what I can do."

Staying quiet, Kirsten watches as the cop leaves the lab only to be touched on the shoulder by Cameron.

"Hey, Stretch? It's getting late. You want me to take you home?"

"No," She answers shaking her head, "I'll go with Camille when she gets done."

"Okay. Call if you need anything though, okay?" Cameron asks making sure to find his friend's eyes. She merely nods in response before watching her lanky co- worker walk toward the door. He turns when Camille calls for the entrance to the stitching bay, "Kirsten, we got the lab results back from the morgue."

"Yeah?" She asks. Swallowing, Camille continues, "There was traces of ammonia and carbon monoxide in her system."

Assessing the brunette's information, Kirsten feels what she believes is confusion. With a softer voice than normal, Kirsten questions angrily,

"You're saying she killed herself?"

"Hey, Buttercup. Don't get all bent out of shape. We don't know for sure," Cameron reassures as he realizes his friend has probably not gotten the best sleep in the past couple days.. Looking at Camille, he raises his eyebrows to suggest he and Camille talk for a moment. Leaving Kirsten alone with her thoughts, Cameron explains how little sleep Kirsten is currently functioning on. Knowing Kirsten is not the best at sleeping when attempting to solve a particularly hard stitch, Camille answers, "I got her. You go home, Goldie."

"Goldie?" Cameron questions before making his way out of the lab.

"Dude, you're like a puppy," Camille insists before waving him off and quickly finishing her work before driving herself and her roommate home. Seeing the exhaustion on her friend's features, Camille steers a half- asleep Kirsten toward the blonde's room.

"Night, Sleeping Beauty," Camille whispers as she leaves the room when Kirsten immediately falls asleep when her head hits her pillow.

Waking up to the sound of a dog barking from a neighboring home, Kirsten yawns and stretches before getting out of bed. Entering the hallway, the blonde is rather confused to find her roommate awake. Walking toward the sound of the brunette's chatter, Kirsten asks what time it is.

"Close to noon," Camille replies as she looks back at her homework that lies on the kitchen table. Yawning once more, Kirsten enters the kitchen and fixes food before returning to the dining room. Just as she sits down, her roommate stretches in her seat before getting up stating, "Well, this is boring. I'm gonna go do something that doesn't require reading this text book for the next century. You wanna come?"

Shaking her head, the blonde replies, "I need to figure out how Maya died. Was Fisher able to talk to Tyler?"

"Haven't heard anything. You could try asking one of the boys, though," Camille calls out as she heads toward her bedroom. Returning with her purse and keys, she adds, "You should probably call Cameron, too. He was worried about you last night."

"Why?" Kirsten asks pausing from her meal.

"You'd barely slept in the last forty eight hours and your little Golden Retriever Lover Boy was feeling a little protective."

"That doesn't help me know why I should call him."

"Because it's what normal people in society do when they're upset with people. Just call him," Camille reiterates when Kirsten's expression does not change from her version of confused. After Camille leaves, Kirsten looks down at her phone that sits on the table and wonders if Camille is right.

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