Files, riddles and blue eyes.

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Edward was loathed to go down to the file room, simply because he always got the urge to change the way it was ordered. Today was no different.

He walked into the room and noted that Kristen wasn't in, which he was secretly happy about. He liked her, but right now he was stressed and Kristen would only stress him more.

He stared around the room at the files that lined the floor, desk covered the top of the filing cabinets and the other shelves behind them.

There was a yellow glow around the room and just a hint of dust in the air from the files that time forgot. It was a wonder anyone would want to work down here.

Edward searched through the files, there must be something in here, it wasn't that long ago when he came here.

He suddenly stopped his search when he thought he'd heard giggling.

He stayed silent for a few more minutes before shrugging it off and continued his search.

The Sphinx case was driving him mad, he could've sworn he'd seen something like these murders before.

Mist was also bothering him. He was happy to see her again, of course he was, but there was just something off.

He suddenly stiffened.

That was giggling, there was no doubt about that.

He looked around the room with a frown on his face. Where was it coming from?

He walked over to some files cautiously before kneeling in front of them.

There was a giggle!

Edward gently took the top layer of files and lifted them before looking into the small den made of files and there at the bottom was a pair of blinking blue eyes hidden behind horn rimmed glasses, very much like his own.

Edward yelped and dropped the files and then he could hear laughter from the files.

Crawling back over to them he removed the walls of the den to reveal the culprit responsible and it turned out to be a young girl with chocolate brown hair, a slightly lighter shade to his, a pale complexion, with a bright smile.

She was also wearing a pair of green dungarees with purple sneakers that weren't done up properly, in fact a lace was undone.

"Hello," the girl said brightly, waving at him with a smile.

Edward blinked a few times before cautiously waving back. "Hello."

She smiled even wider at him before going back to… wait a file?!

Edward snatched it off her and quickly placed it out of her reach.

The girl frowned. "Why did you do that?"

"B- because you're too young to look at them."

"But I understand them."

"You're not aloud to look at them."

The girl blinked at him before asking that one question children where always famous for. "Why?"

Edward sighed before getting to his feet. "You shouldn't be in here…"

"Mummy doesn't mind," the girl said brightly.

"I think she would."

The girl shook her head. "No. Mummy told me to come here because it would be safe."

Edward blinked. "Does your mother work here?"

She nodded her head with enthusiasm. "Yes, Mummy works here. She's helping with a case."

Okay… that still didn't help him much.

"What's your name?" she suddenly asked him.

"Umm… I I'm Edward, Edward Nygma," he muttered before standing and looking around the room making sure there was still no one.

"Hello Edward, I'm Enigma."

Edward blinked. Had she really…? She couldn't of done surly? "Did you say… you're names Enigma?"

She smiled at him. "Enigma N Terry."

"Terry?" Edward frowned. "Your mother wouldn't happen to be Mist Terry by any chance?"

Enigma giggled. "Yes, that's Mummy. She's brave and helps people."

Edward nodded before looking at the file he'd taken off her. It was the one he was looking for.

"Do you like reading?"

"Umm… yes, yes I do," he muttered as he began to look through the file.

"I like reading. I like reading difficult things," she explained before pushing the glasses up her nose.

"Hmmm?"

"I like Shakespeare."

Edward dropped the file and span to face her. "But… you're four!"

"Five!" Enigma said holding up her fingers.

"That… I…" Edward blinked. "I must say I'm impressed."

Enigma giggled. "Thank you!"

Edward mumbled a welcome before looking through the file quickly to find the photograph of the cuts on the mans throat.

He let a grin slip on his face as he realised he was right. It was the same type of cut, but he still had no weapon.

"Brought it with her, took it with her," he muttered before sliding the photograph back into the file and walking towards the door.

Then he paused.

What was he meant to do with… Enigma? He still couldn't believe that was her actual name.

Enigma smiled at him and stood, before she walked over to him.

"You need to go to your mother," he stated.

"But she's working."

"Well you can't stay here."

She smiled up at him. "Can I come with you?"

Edward opened his mouth to speak before closing it again. There was nothing else really for him to do.

He sighed before shifting the file in his hands. "Okay… fine… just don't touch anything when we get there, please."

Enigma nodded at him. "My servants cannot leave me, in all they number five. They bring me everything I want and I keep them alive. What am I?"

He blinked dumbly at her. "Pardon?"

"It's a riddle," she replied smiling up at him. "I like riddles, my Mummy always told me riddles when I was trying to get to sleep. It would make me tired and then I'd sleep."

"Hand."

"What- I mean pardon?"

Edward still stared at her. "The answer is a hand."

She grinned at him before quickly snatching his in her tiny mitts.

Edward yelped in shock before going stiff and staring at her.

"Mummy tells me to always hold her hand. It's so I don't get lost."

He slowly let out a breath before looking towards the door and walking, with Enigma holding his hand tightly so not to loose him.

Why him? Of all the people who found the little girl hiding in the folders, why did it have to be him?

At least the 'viper' thing had stopped. He didn't want to think about the hassle it would of been to get the girl through the rooms if that was still going on.

He tried to ignore the many stairs he got from people as he walked past, with the little girl holding onto his hand tightly.

He got to his desk and slipped his hand from hers, before he began to read the file and study it's entire content, he didn't want to miss a single thing.

Then there was a pair of tiny hands at the edge of his desk, trying to reach for one of his pencils.

Edward raised an eyebrow and couldn't help but smile as he watched the tiny hands search his desk for the pencils that the owner had clearly seen from a distance.

"Edward?"

"Yes?"

"Can you pass me a pencil?"

He slowly passed her one of his pencils and noted how she sat on the floor, legs apart, with the paper in the middle, drawing.

He remembered doing that when he was her age. Hmm… life seemed so much simpler then.

"What are you doing?"

I… don't think you'd understand."

She was suddenly standing and looking up at him with wide blue eyes, they practically begged for information.

"Enigma what are you doing?" asked Mist as she came over and then she saw Edward and she paused.

"Enigma, please go down to the file room again."

"Edward told me I shouldn't."

Mist sighed heavily and ran a hand down her face. "Please go down to the files."

Enigma nodded before getting to her feet and running off.

Mist looked back at Edward, her face was stone cold, set in a frown that was warning him not to ask any questions.

"I found the files."

Mist's mood brightened. "You did? Great. Lets get them up to Gordon and Bullock."

Edward nodded, getting to his feet with the files before glancing at Mist. "What is a girl with an odd name and an odd letter in that name?"

Mist paused before glaring at him slightly. "Let me guess… an Enigma by any chance?"

Edward nodded. "You would be correct. Tell me, what does the 'N' stand for?"

"What?"

"The N. In Enigma's name, it's Enigma N Terry. What does the N stand for?"

Mist smiled, but it was sickly sweet, too cheery for the mood. "It stands for non of your business, Edward."

She then snatched the file out of his hand and stormed off, leaving Edward staring after her with a dumb struck expression.


"The cuts are exactly the same," explained Mist as she showed Bullock and Gordon the pictures. "Identical."

"How'd you find this?" questioned Gordon.

"It wasn't me, it was Edward," she snarled a little at his name before regaining her cool. "This was his first murder scene and it just so happens to be Sphinx's as well."

"Oh yeah and how'd you know that?" snapped Bullock.

"Well, it obvious."

"Then maybe you can show us smart alack."

Mist's lips drew into a tight line before she smiled. "The cuts are rough and there is many of them, plus the target was killed away from anyone else."

"Different to the recent crime scene."

"She's more experienced now, not so scared."

"Are you sure it's her?" asked Gordon.

Mist nodded before hiding the file behind her back. "Positive. This made me think though."

"Glad something did," Bullock muttered, making Mist glare daggers at him.

"It made me think, that if she's been here before then maybe someone in the mobs would remember her?"

"Why the mobs?"

Mist smirked. "Sphinx doesn't work cheap. Only Mob bosses could afford her."

Gordon nodded. "Lets go talk to Mooney. Mist you coming?"

Mist smiled. "Oh yay, I get a field trip," she laughed before grabbing her coat and following them.

On the way out past the halls and desks, Mist spotted Edward.

He was watching them, clearly he was still intrigued by Enigma.

For Edward's sake, she hoped he would keep his distance. She hated it when things got messy, the blood never comes out of her shirts.

She smirked before waving at him.

Blood never comes out of shirts…oh and she did like this one she was wearing too, it would be a real shame.

"A real shame indeed," she muttered before leaving the GCPD.

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