Chapter 6: London's Hidden Secrets

London

Edgar is not one to give up. In fact he hates it just as much as the bourgeoisie.

However, right now, he would be more than happy to walk into Scotland Yard, slap Inspector Grosky around his moustached face, yell 'my name is Edgar Cipher and I'm the one you pigs have been looking for all this time' than to have spend one more second on the death trap Emmy calls a scooter.

Emmy has traveled from Misthallery to London non-stop on her canary yellow scooter while Edgar hanged on to her for his life.

It's not like he doesn't like how fast it's going, but Edgar was very sure she has broken more highway codes than he has broken into houses.

"You know, if you wanted to kill me; there are a least a thousand more humane ways of doing it!" Edgar shouted as he hugged her from behind.

"Oh be quiet, I'm not that bad," Emmy called back as she made a tight corner, "and watch where your putting your hands, you pervert."

"I'll be able to watch where my hands go if you slow down!" Edgar retorted, slightly muffled as he had his face pressed into Emmy's hair.

Emmy blushed slightly at the intimate position.

She turned her scooter down one more road and stopped outside a large building.

Gressenheller University was built in the late Victorian period, with red bricks, large windows and a large green dome on the top. It was the university that Professor Layton taught and studied archaeology.

However, Edgar didn't notice any of this as he was trying to stop his knees from shaking from the horrifying ride.

"You big baby," Emmy insulted, looking perfectly fine as she took of her white helmet.

"Why are we even here?" Edgar asked managing to stand up straight.

"Don't you remember, we need to pick up the papers the Professor wanted," Emmy answered snidely as they both walked towards the university's doors.

Edgar sighed. He must of been too busy thinking about how he was going to explain why he can't go to Scotland Yard.

Honestly, he thought the only way he would be caught was in a shootout and he would of constructed himself a bullet-proof suit of armour and go down in a blaze of glory.

He didn't think he would be caught doing an errand.

Their entered the large foyer. It was as you expect from a major London university, plenty of classrooms, a cork board displaying notices, there was even a couple of potted plants. They were some students milling about, but Edgar reckoned that most of them were in class.

One person that stood out was a short elderly man in a horrible orange suit. He had small round glasses and a tuft of brown hair which, judging by his large grey moustache, might be a wig.

The elderly man approached the two and and gave a friendly wave to Emmy.

"Emmy, I've been looking for you," he greeted.

"Dean Delmona!" Emmy exclaimed, surprised by his presence.

"I was worried that something happened to you," the Dean said, with a concerned expression.

"Sorry, sir!" Emmy apologised, "The professor's investigation is proceeding well. I'm here to get materials for him."

"I see. That's just grand," the Dean acknowledged.

He then turned to Edgar with curious gaze, "and who might you be, young man?"

Before Emmy could answer, Edgar decided to get revenge on Emmy for earlier.

"Hello sir," Edgar greeted in the most innocent tone he could manage, "my name's Edgar, but Mistress Altava said I can't speak to anyone or else she will punish me. After we collect the professor's things she's going to take me to her special play room and teach me how to be a really good boy," Edgar explained loudly.

The room, which had previously been abuzz with activity, went silent as they stared at a wide-eyed, red face Emmy. Delmona took a step back at what Edgar said.

"Oh...I...see," he said after a while.

"He's lying. Sorry he does that," Emmy explained rapidly, waving a hands in front of her face.

She turned to Edgar in humiliation and rage and gripped the lapels of his jacket, "Shut up," she demanded through gritted teeth, "explain to the Dean who you really are."

Emmy saw a mischievous glint in Edgar's eye, "Mistress, please don't be mad at me. After all, YOU SAID YOU WERE INTO YOUNGER BOYS!" he shorted dramatically.

The building had fell into a deathly silence once more. Emmy's face turned into even more red. Both with rage and humiliation as she stared glared at Edgar threateningly.

Edgar decided she had enough as he laughed loudly. He pulled away from Emmy's grasp and she sank to her knees in embarrassment.

"Sorry. Just a joke everyone," he explained cheerfully. After that, the people listening in turned away from the them at his explanation and continued doing what they were supposed to be doing.

He walked to the Dean and shook the elderly man's hand.

"Sorry about that, my name is Edgar Cipher. I'm helping Professor Layton investigation at Misthallery," he explained friendly.

"Ah I see now, quite a funny joke," the Dean said, although he didn't seem to mean it.

"Thanks, sir. The professor is still in Misthallery at the moment. Sorry for not informing you his absence," he said politely.

"No, no, that's quite all right. It must have been very important business, then. I'm sure that he will a through paper upon his return. Layton's office is down the hallway there. Check the nameplates," the Dean pointed towards a corridor to the left.

"Thank you, sir. Come on Emmy, we've got work to do," he turned to the still kneeling Emmy and headed off towards the corridor.

Emmy rose to her feet and give an embarrassed smile to the Dean before running after Edgar.

When they were out of sight, Emmy slammed Edgar against the corridor wall.

"Are you kidding me. You do know that was my employer we were talking to. How could you do that to me." she demanded in a hushed tone.

"It was a joke, besides that's what you get for driving like a madwoman," Edgar replied hotly.

She pushed him away aggressively.

"You're unbelievable," she sternly said as she stomped off towards Layton's office.

Edgar was slightly taken aback. Sure they squabbled from time to time, but she looked genuinely upset.

Maybe he took it too far.

He followed after her, slightly ashamed of his actions.

Layton's office was much messier than Edgar was expecting. It was a medium sized room with research papers and fossils scattered about the place. It even had a sofa, which Edgar assumed Layton spend many nights on.

Also in the office was a short plump middle age woman with a feather duster. She looked up from her cleaning to see them enter.

"Oh sorry, I haven't seen the professor since he rushed out of here yesterday," the woman asked in an east London accent. She must of assumed they were looking for the professor.

"Who are you?" Emmy asked sternly, "And why are you in the professor's office?"

"I could ask you the same thing. I'm Rosa. I'm on the cleaning staff," Rosa replied not at all effected by Emmy's brash tone.

Emmy must of realised she was being rude and let out a deep breath, "Oh, I'm sorry! I'm the professor's new assistant, Emmy Altava. A pleasure to meet you, Rosa."

"I'm Edgar, I'm also helping the professor," the teenager introduced himself.

Emmy snorted when Edgar said he was helping.

"The professor has two assistants now? That's good news," Rosa said.

"No, he has just the one assistant. Edgar here is... you know what, I honestly don't why he is here," Emmy retorted firmly, glaring back Edgar to emphasise her point.

An awkward silence followed before Emmy continued.

"The professor asked us to fetch some papers of his," Emmy told Rosa, who seemed uncomfortable about the hostile environment.

"Hah! Good luck! Organising his own office is a puzzle the professor still hasn't solved," Rosa commented looking around the disorganised office.

"Hm..." Emmy hummed also looking around the office, "he asked us to pick up any newspapers and his notes, as well."

'Newspapers,' Edgar thought, 'I probably need to make sure none of the stories incriminate me.'

"Good. Why don't I look for the newspapers and you can look for the notes. Does that sound alright?" Edgar asked Emmy.

She gave him an annoyed, "You do what ever you want, Edgar," she told him coldly and proceeded to look through the professor's drawers.

'Yep I messed up,' Edgar thought in regret.

"I'll get out of you two's way," Rosa said walking to the door.

Before she left, she leaned in close to Edgar.

"Whatever you did to her. Apologise," Rosa ordered him sternly with an angry glare.

Edgar nodded obediently at the cleaning lady.

Rosa smiled sweetly and left the room.

Edgar started to look through the drawers at the opposite end of the room. He was doing his best to stay out of Emmy's way.

After the fifth draw, Edgar found where the professor kept his newspapers.

Making sure Emmy wasn't looking, Edgar looked through the newspapers trying to see anything that might mention him.

He was lucky, the police have only given limited information to the press. It's not like the police had anything to go on, to be honest. All they know is a short description of Edgar like the clothes he wears, his hair colour. Only things officers and witnesses have seen briefly.

However, there was one damning article. It was a front page article about how he escaped them outside King's Cross Station. Again the description of him was light, but it had the date that it took place. The same date he left London to and arrived in Misthallery.

It was only a small detail, but if anybody would notice it would be Layton.

Seeing that Emmy was distracted looking through some stuff, Edgar carefully and slowly ripped the front page article and pocketed it. If Layton asked about why the front page was missing; Edgar would play ignorance and say he found it like that.

"I found the newspapers. How's things on your end?" Edgar asked Emmy.

She slammed the drawer she was looking and placed the notes in her bag. She held her hand open at him, not bothering to look at him. He placed the newspapers in her hand and she snatched it from him and also placed it into he bag.

"Let's go," she said emotionlessly, as she walked out the office.

Edgar sighed and followed. He needed to make it up to her.


Scotland Yard

The ride was... torturous for Edgar. He didn't even attempt to hold onto Emmy when they were on her scooter, but instead held onto his seat for dear life.

Edgar had never thought he live to see the day he would be glad to see Scotland Yard.

'Alright Edgar,' said Edgar's inner dialogue, 'you need to make sure Emmy stays away from the building whilst you sneak in and steal the files. What's the worst that can happen.'

Suddenly, he remembered something he told Layton and the others back in the hotel. He turned to Emmy preventing her from entering the station.

"What?" she asked simply, but aggressively.

"Do you remember what I told you about being undercover. If they know that I've revealed police secrets to members of the public, I'll be in big trouble," Edgar explained, hoping she would believe him.

"Oh no," Emmy mockingly gasped, "I guess you'll get in trouble then," she said uncaringly, attempting to push him away.

However, Edgar stood firm; stopping her approach.

"Please Emmy. This is serious, we could jeopardise the professor's entire investigation. Can you please wait outside," he pleaded.

Emmy had to admit, if the police knew about Edgar being undercover it could ruin the entire case.

She sighed and reluctantly gave in.

"Fine. Just be quick," Emmy coldly said, folding her arms.

Edgar gave her a quick smile in thanks.

He entered the red brick police station. Like the university, the place was not busy. Edgar noted the cork board filled with wanted notices.

They gave descriptions of him.

Quickly, he took off his jacket and hat and stowed it under his arm. He spotted an officer and walked to him.

'Be calm, Edgar, be calm,' he consoled himself.

'If he can ask him about Grosky, maybe he could trick him into letting him into the archives.

"Excuse me," he got the officer's attention, "I was wondering if you know where Inspector Grosky is?" Edgar asked casually.

"Sorry, he's out of office. He's apparently pursuing a criminal," the large chinned officer replied.

Edgar had an idea.

"Do you mind telling me where he went?" he asked.


Outside Scotland Yard

"And why should I go after Grosky?" Emmy asked sceptically.

"Because I'm a trainee, it would take me longer to get clearance into the archives. Just in case I don't get clearance you should track him down. But please make sure he doesn't know that you know who I am, please," Edgar explained the situation to Emmy. He already told her where he had gone off to. Anything to get her off his back for a couple of minutes.

Emmy sighed in frustration, "Fine!" she handed him her camera, "while you're there can you get these photos developed."

"Of course," Edgar said, internally groaning at another job he had to do.

Emmy suddenly grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him in close.

"Break this camera and I'll break your jaw, got that," Emmy threatened.

Edgar nodded simply.

She let him go and set off in the direction he told her Grosky headed.

Edgar sighed in relief.

Grosky was pretty much unstoppable. It would take a miracle for her to catch him.

Edgar now had three jobs:

Sneak into Scotland Yard's archives without being caught, Have Emmy's photos developed Find a way to apologise to Emmy

This just gets worse and worse.

However, Edgar spotted a shop across the street from where he was.

He had an idea to solve one of the problems. It's just that it probably wasn't a good one.

Edgar shrugged.

'Might as well,' he thought crossing the street.


Scotland Yard Archives

Edgar was setting up his plan to get into the archives. If Edgar had time, he would of praised himself at how brilliant it was.

He had sneaked into the police changing rooms and 'borrowed' a officer's uniform and hat and wore it over his clothes. It wasn't the best disguise, but it was enough for somebody to not take a second glance.

As he passed by an unoccupied desk on his way to the archives located in the basement, he spotted some note paper.

And thus his brilliant plan.

He used a pen on the desk and jotted something down on the note paper.

He than casual walked down the stairs which led to the archives. He was met with a wrought iron security gate at the foot of stairs. As Edgar suspected, it had a highly secure lock. Edgar could obviously pick it, but he didn't have the time.

Which is why he had set up his plan and hid in a small alcove beside the security gate.

Edgar didn't have to wait long until a police office decended the stairs and walked up to the security gate.

He had opened the gate when he noticed the note stuck on the side of the gate.

It read:

'Do not lock door. Under maintenance.'

The officer read it and Edgar waited. The officer then dragged a box from within the archives and wedge in the gates path.

A simple, but brilliant plan, because who would question that it was fake.

(A.N: I heard from somewhere that this actually happened when some thieves stole important files from the FBI in the 70s. However, due to the lack of reliable evidence this may not be true. This somehow justifies me stealing it. Well I think so anyway.)

"That was lucky," the officer said in relief, "I would of of gotten fired if I broke the security gate. Again."

The officer was about to step into the archives when he stopped suddenly.

"Oh dear. I almost forgot," he said, turning back up the stairs and leaving the door wide open for Edgar.

"Too easy," Edgar muttered to himself with a smirk and he entered the archives.

The archives were large and cluttered with files and papers. They were couple of tables about and the place had a smell very similar to old bookshops.

'This may be more difficult than I first thought,' Edgar sighed starting to look through the old case files. It didn't seem to be organised in any obvious method and so looking through randomly isn't going to help.

"Excuse me," a voice called out behind him.

It made Edgar stop dead in his tracks. He slowly looked around to see it was an police officer. He was a short, plump officer with a short moustache and his hat looked too big for him.

How did he not hear him come in?

"Are you looking for something, Sargent?" The officer questioned innocently.

'Sargent?' Edgar thought in confusion. He then remembered the uniform he was wearing and the insignia on his lapels.

"Oh, yes I am actually. Sorry, I've just transferred today and was trying to look for a case from last year," Edgar lied to the Constable.

The Constable perked up, "Of course, sir. I'm always getting lost in here myself."

'He may not be the sharpest officer on the police force,' Edgar thought almost sympathetically.

The officer, who introduced himself as Barton, led Edgar toward the right aisle.

"Here you go, sir," Barton declared happily.

"Thank you, Constable," Edgar thanked, before he remembered something, "Also Constable do you mind developing these photos, they are part of an ongoing investigation," Edgar asked handing Barton Emmy's camera.

"Of course, sir," Barton obeyed with a salute, before rushing off to develop the photos.

'Two down, one to go,' Edgar thought.

Looking at the files he found one that was marked with the letter 'M'. He opened it up and shifted through the papers.

"Minehead...Minster...Mirfield...yes, Misthallery," Edgar mumbled finding the right town.

There was only one crime report for Misthallery in the file and it covered Mr. Barde's death.

He placed the rest of the file away and headed to the exit. He was hoping he could meet Barton on the way and collect the files.

He stopped.

'What am I doing? I'm in Scotland Yard's archives. I could totally destroy the crime reports on me. This is my opportunity to get out of here,' he thought in realisation.

He put the crime report on one of the tables and started to look for his own, but he stopped again.

'But what about Misthallery and Layton and the others. I promised Luke I will help,' Edgar mentally retorted.

'Forget them. You don't owe them anything. You weren't supposed to get involved in the first place,' he debated.

However, Edgar had to admit it was fun spending time with them. It was nice to not have to be on the run anymore.

He looked at the report on the table and than to where his own reports would be.

'There's always another way,' he thought.

He sighed as he came to a decision.

He'll take the reports about him, but he would go back to Misthallery and solve the mystery, but after that he's gone.

Edgar chuckled to himself.

Since when has he gone soft.

He made his way towards to the archives once more when he heard the security gate open and a someone step in.

'That must be Barton with the photos' Edgar assumed. As he went to meet him.

"Constable Barton, I've sent you here twenty minutes ago. Where are you!?" shouted a voice that wasn't the bumbling Constable. The new voice sounded more authoritative.

"Bugger," Edgar thought in dread.


South Kensington, London

Meanwhile

Emmy was fuming.

Grosky was still pursuing a criminal and she has been chasing him all over London.

However, she was most upset about what Edgar did. Sometimes he just makes her so mad. She wouldn't have mind it as much if it was in public or anywhere else, but the Dean employed her and she had to work at the university.

'He must feel bad about it,' she thought to her self, 'he hasn't made a single remark since then,' she tried to convince herself, her expression softening for a moment.

'But why did he have to do it at all? Why is he sorry now after I lost my temper? He hasn't even apologised yet!' she counted, 'I thought... I thought we could at least be friends,' she thought sadly.

She didn't show it, but Emmy did like Edgar. Most boys tend to think of her as this fragile girl who's completely useless and when she proves them wrong they get intimidated by her. But not Edgar. He didn't try to impress her or treat her like an inferior because of her sex. Even the professor told her that this the investigation was no place for a lady. She remembered when they were running after the Black Raven and noticed how he kept up with her something not many people could do. She did like how he was tough and sarcastic on the outside, but sweet and caring on the inside..

She sighed. She didn't want to lose a friend like him over something stupid he did.

She'll forgive him, but only if he apologise. Otherwise he'll be in big trouble.


Scotland Yard Achieves

Edgar was in big trouble.

He had snuck a look at the person who entered. His back was turned, but he wasn't wearing a uniform, but a green suit meaning he might be an inspector or any high ranking officer. He was definitely someone who would notice a mysterious Sargent hanging around the archives.

"Constable Barton where are you?" the man called out again, stomping his way towards Edgar's position.

Edgar looked around, there was no hiding spaces, no back exits and the Misthallery file was still on the table.

Edgar was trapped.

The man was about to turn down Edgar's aisle.

'It was fun while it lasted,' Edgar thought sadly.

"I have those photos dev- Oh Inspector Chelmey," the voice of Barton interrupted the man from seeing Edgar.

"Barton! Where have you been!?" Chelmey asked stomping towards Barton.

Edgar released the breath he was holding

"I was doing an errand for a Sergeant, Inspector," Barton answered.

"An errand? Which Sergeant were you- never mind don't answer that. What did I say about being distracted in your duties," Chelmey scolded the inferior officer.

"Sorry sir. It won't happen again," Barton promised.

The inspector sighed, "Well we still have a lot of work to do. Let's go back to the office," Chelmey said.

Edgar also gave a sigh, but one of relief.

"Hold on, what's that doing there?" Chelmey asked, making Edgar tense up again.

Edgar peeked around the corner. Chelmey, who's back was still facing Edgar, looking down at one of the tables. Barton rushed to his side to see what he was referring to.

Edgar froze when he realised that they were looking at the Misthallery crime report.

"What's this doing out?" Chelmey asked the Constable.

"I don't know, sir," Barton replied putting the photos and Emmy's camera on the table as well.

"Well let's put it back where it came from," Chelmey said opening the file to see where it should place.

'Well that's just great,' Edgar thought sarcastically.

However, as he read the report the inspector hummed in confusion.

"That's strange," Chelmey remarked.

"What is it, sir?" Barton asked curiously.

Edgar listened in as well.

"This report seemed a little fishy to me. A death like this, and only a single eyewitness account. That's usually a red flag right there," Chelmey explained to the Constable.

'Huh that is weird,' Edgar agreed, 'I definitely need to get this to the professor, but how?'

He took off the uniform and threw it on the floor. He wouldn't be needing this anymore. Edgar, however, didn't notice that one of his badges snapped off his lapels and land on the police coat.

Edgar checked his jacket pockets to see if there was anything of use.

His hand grasped on something and he smiled.

Chelmey was about to pick the file when a loud bang went off in the back of the archives.

"Bloody hell! What now!" he exclaimed as he and Barton ran towards the bang.

Luckily, Edgar had some cherry bombs left over from earlier which served as a good distraction.

(A.N: Don't try this at home kids. Room full of combustible paper and explosions do not mix well. Edgar is a professional explosives expert... and fictional.)

While Chelmey and Barton ran towards the back, Edgar ran down an adjacent aisle and bypassed the two. He grabbed the file, the camera and the photos left on the table and dashed for the door.

Before Chelmey and Barton realised what happened, Edgar removed the box blocking the security gate and locked it behind him.

Going up the stairs, Edgar took off his jacket and hat and entered the police foyer.


Scotland Yard Entrance

Meanwhile

Emmy had heard from some witness, especially a keen admirer of Grosky, that the muscular inspector was heading towards the Yard.

She had saw the damage caused by Grosky pursuit of the criminal. The exhibits in Natural History Museum were left in disarray as many of them had been smashed.

Emmy could only imagine the amount Scotland Yard would have to pay out in reparations.

She currently stood outside waiting for with Grosky to come back or for Edgar to exit with the file.

"What's taking them," she muttered impatiently to herself.

She gave up on waiting and entered the station.

She looked around, before spotting Edgar coming around a corner. She wondered why he had his jacket and hat under his arm, but shook off the thought when she saw the file and the photos in his hand.

She was about to approach when a noise outside caught her attention.

Crashing through a window were two men. One was a large man with thick red hair and beard wearing, what appeared to be, a wrestling costume. They other man, to Edgar's horror, was Inspector Grosky.

They wrestled on the floor for a moment before the criminal broke out of Grosky grip. He made for the window, but Grosky grabbed his leg and pulled him back. The criminal tried to pry the inspector of him, but Grosky held on.

Meanwhile, Edgar, Emmy and other citizens present, watched the ridiculous fight being played out.

'This is the man who is trying to capture me,' Edgar sighed, as he watched two full grown men scuffle about,

The criminal was able to get Grosky off of him and he turned around to see Emmy. He was at least a foot taller than her, which made what Emmy did next so much better.

She spun on one foot and gave a sharp direct roundhouse kick to the criminal in the head. The criminal stumbled a bit before falling on his face completely knocked out after one hit.

Edgar stared wide eyed at Emmy with a slight blush, having seen her knock a man unconscious.

'Okay. That was actually pretty hot,' he admitted in his head.

Edgar was so distracted he completely forgot that his worst enemy was two meters in front of him handcuffing the criminal.

"Nice to see you again, Inspector Grosky," Emmy greeted the Inspector politely.

"Emmy! How have you been?" Grosky acknowledged the young woman in front of him.

'Huh, they know it each other,' Edgar thought, it took a couple of seconds for Edgar to realise, 'WHAT THEY KNOW EACH OTHER!?' he screamed in his mind.

"Just fine, thank you," Emmy replied, "and how is the esteemed inspector?"

"Amazing!" Grosky exclaimed, "Grosky of the Yard, can now bench-press my body weight in crooks!" he gloated.

Edgar watched the exchange in slight horror.

"So what can I do for you?" Grosky asked.

"Well actually I'm waiti-," Emmy started to say, when Edgar decided to bite the bullet.

"Hey Emmy. Sorry for you keep you waiting," Edgar said stepping between the two. Grosky had a slightly shocked expression with the interruption while Emmy frowned in irritation.

"Anyway we must get going, bye," he said his farewells as he pushed an annoyed Emmy out of the door.

"Wait a minute, young man," Grosky called out, making Edgar stop.

He turned to face the inspector who was looking at him suspiciously.

"Do I know you somewhere?" Grosky asked curiously.

Edgar swallowed. He glanced back at Emmy who was looking at the exchange in suspicion. He told Emmy that he was working under Grosky, but he can't say that if Grosky was there to denied it.

He turned back to Grosky. Edgar had to use some psychology.

"I was a waiter at Detective Soul's retirement party. Don't you remember me, sir?" Edgar lied.

Edgar knew Grosky was at a retirement party last month for the former Detective Victor Soul, who wanted to pursue a career in writing (can't think why anyone would do that though -cough cough- ). If Edgar played his cards right, Grosky would of assumed that they did meet, but completely forgot about him. Meaning he will be to embarrassed to deny it.

Grosky coughed in slight embarrassment.

"Oh yes, yes. That's right. Sorry didn't recognise you for a moment, mr... young man," he stuttered.

Success.

"It's quite alright. We must be off, good bye," he rapidly said, pushing Emmy out the door again.

Edgar internally congratulated himself.

"Retirement party?" Emmy asked with a deadpan tone holding out her hand to take back her camera.

"It's code," Edgar explained, passing her the camera, "The inspector would ask me if he knew me which meant how's the investigation going. While I reply I was a waiter at the retirement party meaning I can't talk now somebody might hear us."

Emmy just glared at him with an eyebrow raised.

"I didn't choose it," he said in his defence.

Emmy sighed, "I guess that explains why he looked embarrassed. He must of almost gave the game away when he noticed I was there."

"I... suppose it does," Edgar said hesitatingly, acknowledging his unintentional luck.

"Well I've got the file. I guess it's time to go back to Misthallery," Edgar said awkwardly.

Emmy hummed and gave him the cold shoulder.

Edgar sighed and put his jacket and hat back on as the walked to Emmy's parked scooter.

He then remembered something.

"Hold this for a moment," Edgar said as he handed the file and photos to Emmy.

Emmy placed them in her bag and witnessed him jogging across the street to a florist. He talked to the shop owner. The shop owner clicked his finger and went into the back of the shop.

'What the hell is he doing?' Emmy thought angrily.

The shop owner retrieved what Edgar ordered earlier and gave it to him. He paid for it and said goodbye.

He crossed the street again with something behind his back. He approached Emmy who was giving him a heated glare.

He sighed and brought out a small bouquet of flowers behind his back. Emmy raised her eyebrow at the selection Edgar chosen.

"Purple hyacinths and sunflowers?" Emmy questioned.

"I know, I know. It was more of a symbolic gesture. The hyacinths represent forgiveness," Edgar explained, slightly disappointed with how it came out.

"You know fluorography," Emmy accused with a small smirk.

"What's that supposed to mean?," Edgar retorted.

"You really think I'm going to forgive you just because you give me flowers. I'm honestly disappointed," Emmy said going back to her stern glare.

"Of course not. I just thought...," Edgar sighed, "Emmy, I'm sorry it was stupid of me. I crossed a line," Edgar apologised honestly.

Emmy, however, wasn't convinced.

"You have insulted me and made fun of me since we've met. Why are you apologising for this and not the other times," Emmy criticised sharply.

Edgar hanged his in shame, "Because your strong. You don't let insults effect you. I wouldn't do it to the Prof because he's too serious nor Luke because he would get upset. I thought you and I had a... friendship where we make fun of each other."

Emmy expression grew softer when he mentioned friendship.

'I guess it was kind of fun,' Emmy admitted in her head, remembering the times where they would get into quip battles.

"However, the reason why I'm apologising now is because I realised how important being the Prof's assistant is to you," Edgar continued.

Silence fell between them. Neither were looking at each other.

"You're right," Emmy broke the silence, making Edgar look up at her, "the position is important to me."


-Flashback Four Years Ago-


Scotland Yard Foyer

A fourteen year old Emmy was arguing with Grosky. Judging by the uniform, Grosky had not become an inspector yet. Between them, sat on bench, was a boy about eight years old with short brown hair and wore a blue vest. He was looking down at his feet not daring to look at the two fighting figures.

"But I didn't do anything," Emmy protested loudly at Grosky.

Grosky pointed at her accusingly while she glared back in annoyance, "You and the rest of the pickpocket scum in this city are finished! His says it was you. Are you calling him a liar?"

"No, of course not!" she protested again, throwing her handbag at the bench in frustration.

"She stole the wallet that was in my pocket," the boy accused, pointing his finger at Emmy, but still not looking up.

"LIAR! This is ridiculous! I'm telling you, this child is confusing me with someone else!" She defended herself.

Grosky placed his hand on his hips and gave an unconvinced look.

"Oh, that old one..." he turned to the boy, "is that right, son? You just confused?" he asked the boy.

The boy pointed at Emmy again and looked guilty.

"She did it," he simply said.

"SHUT IT!" Emmy shouted at him.

The argument caught the attention of a passerby. A passerby with a distinctive stove pipe hat.

"Might I be of help?" Layton asked, surprising the young Emmy.

Grosky caught Layton up on what was going on. Allegedly, the boy passed Emmy on the street and felt the wallet go missing. Suspecting Emmy, the boy informed an officer who searched Emmy's bag and found the missing wallet.

Layton, however, saw how the boy was looking ashamed and thought there might be more to the story. He noticed that it wasn't the boy's wallet, but his mother's who sent him to do some errands. He also noticed how there was no money in the wallet nor can it be found on Emmy's person. Looking at the boy's new football boots, he proposed that the boy had in fact spent his mother's money on them and knowing he would be in trouble decided to plant the wallet in Emmy's handbag. He then blamed Emmy for stealing the wallet.

As soon as he deduced what happened, the boy broke down in tears and admitted to lying. The boy apologised to Emmy and to Grosky for wasting police time and Layton offered to take the boy back to the shop and return the boots.

Outside the station, Emmy stared at Layton's retreating form. He had trusted her and helped her even though she was a stranger. In the next four years Emmy had worked hard to obtain the position of the Professor's assistant and, hopefully one day, pay him back for helping her.


-End Flashback-


"And the Prof doesn't remember you," Edgar asked.

'It also explains how Grosky and Emmy know each other,' he mentally noted.

Emmy gave a sad nod, "Whether he remembers me or not; it doesn't matter. I'm proud to be the Professor's assistant and earn his respect," she declared with a determined smile.

Edgar smiled as well.

"Emmy," Edgar said catching her attention, "I really am sorry. Can we start over?" he asked sincerely.

Emmy rolled her eyes playfully.

"Alright," she held out her hand to shake, "Hello, pig. My name is Emmy it's nice to meet you," she greeted with a smirk.

Edgar smirked as well, "And I'm Edgar. It's nice to meet you too, princess," Edgar greeted back shaking her hand.

They burst out laughing over the exchange.

When the laughter died down they stared at each other for a couple of seconds just enjoying the moment, before they turned away with small blushes.

"We should probably get back to Misthallery," Emmy suggested, getting on her scooter.

Edgar got on her scooter behind Emmy. He placed the bouquet between his knees and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Alright. But for the love of God, can you please drive under the speed limit," Edgar begged.

"I'm making no promises," Emmy replied causing Edgar to grumble about how she even got her license in the first place.

She started the motor and drove away from Scotland Yard. A sight Edgar was happy to see.

He had no idea how he pulled it off, but luckily he did.

"Edgar," Emmy called back to him, "how did you know sunflowers are might favourite?"

Edgar grinned, "Yellow coat, yellow scooter, bright personality. I may not be the Prof, but I'm still a decent detective," Edgar replied making her giggle.

"The flowers are very sweet, thank you."

The duo drove back to Misthallery in a comfortable silence.


Scotland Yard Archives

"So you didn't see who the criminal was?" Grosky asked a disgruntled Chelmey.

"No Inspector. We were too distracted," Chelmey grunted in reply.

Grosky had found Chelmey and Barton locked in the archives a couple minutes after Edgar and Emmy left. According to them an unknown criminal had snuck into the archives, stolen a file and trapped them inside.

Once Grosky was told that they have been robbed, he had put the station on lockdown and a investigation team was sent in.

"I'm quite surprised the new Sargent didn't catch him, sirs," Barton said making to the two inspectors look at him.

"New Sargent?" Chelmey asked in confusion, "we don't have a new..." he trailed off in realisation.

"Constable Barton, can you tell us anything about what he looked like?" Grosky asked in hope.

Barton thought for a moment scratching his chin, "He looked young, maybe in his mid-teens. With black shaggy hair... sorry that's all I remember," Barton answered the best he can.

"Sirs," another officer searching the archives ran up to them, "I found a Sargent's uniform and hat," he declared as he showed what he found.

"I also found this badge among it," the officer continued, holding out a Pink Floyd 'Dark Side Of The Moon' badge.

Grosky picked up the badge and studied it.

As an inspector, he had a keen eye for the smallest detail. For instance, he noticed how the badge was similar to the ones on the jacket the boy had under his arm. Thinking about it he did have a file, camera and photos in his other hand.

Realisation struck Grosky like a thunderbolt.

The leather jacket, the shaggy black hair, teenager in his mid-teens, was able to escape police custody one again.

"IT WAS HIM!" Grosky shouted, making everyone present jump.

"What do you mean?" Chelmey asked in confusion.

"THE BOY! IT WAS THE CRIMINAL!" Grosky explained in frustration. He was right there in front of him and he got away, again.

Everyone instantly knew who he was talking about. Grosky had been raving about the criminal for a week now, ever since he disappeared from King's Cross Station.

"HOW DARE HE STEAL FROM THE YEAD! HAS THIS CRIMINAL HAVE NO SHAME!" Groksy ranted, lacing back and forth in irritation, "I MUST CATCH HIM! HE'S A DANGER TO EVERYONE!"

He made to run out the exit, but stopped when he realised he had no idea which way he went.

"Darn it. I lost him again," Grosky mumbled in anger.

"Not necessarily," Chelmey said, walking up to him.

It was Grosky turn to looked confused, "What do you mean?"

"I was able to look at the file he stole," Chelmey explained, peaking Grosky's attention, "it was a crime report about an incident in the village of... what is it now... ah yes Misthallery."

"Misthallery, eh," Groksy said, "I guess it's something to go on."

Grosky turned to the exit once more and ran out the archives.

"FOR THE YARD!" he declared as he sprinted away.

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"Sir, does Inspector Grosky know where Misthallery is?" Barton asked Chelmey.

"He's an inspector. I'm sure he could work it out," Chelmey replied, although he sounded unsure.


I was honestly hoping I would get this chapter posted on Sunday, but this chapter took longer to write than I was expecting. Hope you enjoyed it. Thank you Djinn for the constant support. BTW I added an answer at the end of the latest chapter of 'The Greatest Pokemon Trainer' explaining the battle between Boa and golem. I wasn't quite sure if you have seen it.

Next time: The plot thickens when the group meet with the chief of the Misthallery police. A man named Third Eye Jakes.