The Sphinx


The morning was cold and exciting for Edward.

The goat was back it seemed, not that Bullock was happy about that, in fact he was livid.

Though, Edward wasn't at his best.

Mist hadn't come in yet and she wasn't returning his calls. It didn't take a genius to figure out what that meant and right now he was jittery, finding it hard to concentrate on work.

He'd thought that maybe, just maybe, seeing Kristin would help, it didn't.

He sighed and fiddled with the file in his hands, walking over to his desk, before he paused.

There was something on his desk. More accurately it was a ceramic mug with a green question mark displayed on it and next to it was a card.

He blinked before placing the fie down and picking up the two new items on his desk.

The mug had a nice weight to it, the card was just a piece of paper from home.

He looked around and saw no one so decided to see who the note was from, though he had a pretty good idea who.

His suspicions were confirmed when he began to read it.

Edward.

I know you'll probably not understand why I didn't tell you when I first saw you, well it's complicated.

I understand this isn't a puzzle you wish to know the answer to, it's difficult to explain and it hurts me to even consider it but, I didn't think you were ready.

I can tell that you like Enigma, but as a father? I don't think it's right for you and I'd hate to bring up old scars (meaning literal there) but there is one question that always bugged me.

Would you be a good father?

and then, it would always lead to the next question.

Would you be anything like your own father?

Edward frowned and he was half tempted to throw the letter away after that, but he stuck to it and read on.

I know the answers to both questions but, I can never take that chance, Enigma is too precious to me, like you are too precious to me.

I know that if you did hurt Enigma, it hurt you more, probably destroy that childlike soul of yours and I don't want that to happen because I…

Oh I'm just going to turn around and say it. I love you Edward and because I do, I'll hurt you in ways unimaginable, but only because I want to keep you safe and protect you, something I failed to do when we were children but… I won't fail this time.

I promise you this, I will no let a single person harm you ever again.

That I promise.

- Mist.

Edward paused for a long time. In all honesty, he didn't know what to do.

"Nygma!"

Apparently he was going to be told right now.


Mist sat at her desk and fiddled with her pen. She'd made sure Enigma was at a daycare this time, what concerned her more was why Gordon and Bullock where giving her strange looks.

In the end she couldn't take it any more.

"I know I'm an attractive woman, but do you have to keep staring at me like that?"

They both blinked before turning away from her.

She sighed and leaned her head back. "You do realise I read people for a living don't you? You may as well just tell me now."

"Why the hell would you pick Nygma?" Bullock cried in utter shock.

Mist, who had beed leaning back in her chair, let herself drop forward on it's legs. "Excuse me?"

Bullock slowly stood and walked over to her.

"Harvey," Gordon muttered, but Harvey wasn't looking at him.

"Why, would you pick Ed to… do that.. with?"

"I don't follow you Detective-"

"Why the hell would you sleep with Edward Nygma?!" Harvey roared, just as Edward was coming up the stairs with evidence, Montoya and Allen had just entered and Essen was just coming out of her office, the room fell to a deathly silence.

Mist stood and starred at Bullock in shock, confused as to how he could know something like that..

Her eyes drifted over to the only moving object in the room, which just so happened to be Edward.

Her eyes narrowed.

"Edward!" she yelled and the forensic stopped before yelping at the sound of his name.

He took one look at Mist and belted to the forensic lab.

"Oh, no, no, no, no, you get back here!" Mist shouted as she chased after him. "Edward E Nygma get back here right now!"

The whole station simply stared in shock and confusion.

Edward raised past everyone, running over to the saplies cupboard and hiding in it.

He didn't want to be caught by Mist, that was that last thing he wanted, considering her temper.

He let out breath when he thought Mist had passed, when the door was suddenly thrown open.

Edward let out a yelp before snapping his mouth shut as Mist's angry look suddenly melted into a smirk at his reaction.

"I yelped didn't I?" Edward muttered.

Mist giggled while nodding her head. "Okay, but back to the matter at hand. Why did you tell them?"

"I didn't tell them, they grabbed the sheet out of my hand."

Mist blinked. "You took the sheet up with you? Why would you do that?"

"I wanted to talk to you about.. it."

"You mean Enigma?"

Edward blushed immensely. "Y- yes. Mist I.. I never meant for that to happen."

"You can't change the past Edward. What's happened has happened."

"I know but… I don't know what to do."

Mist smiled at him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, you'll be okay, but there is one thing we need to do."

"Which is?"

"We need to tell Enigma."

Edward flustered. "No! We.. she doesn't need to know!"

"Edward, she's fantasised about her father and who he is and how he would be," Mist gave him a stern look. "She needs to know."

"I… don't think I'm ready, I mean, you said it yourself in the note I wasn't ready."

Mist frowned at him. "What note?"

"The note," Edward muttered as he pulled it out of his pocket and handed it to her. "You said you didn't think I was ready."

Mist's eyes drifted over the page before she gave a smile. "Oh, yes of course, I remember now."

It didn't sound very convincing.

Suddenly, Mist was against him and pushing him into the shelves at the back. "A cupboard, how cliche."

"M- Mist?" Edward asked, perplexed. "What… what on earth?"

"Oh sweety, what's wrong? You seem to be a little… flustered."

Edward felt his eyes winded behind his glasses at the whole scenario. What was going on? What was wrong with Mist?

Her eyes had changed slightly, they were sharp and evil, if that was even possible, but the most worrying thing was they were directed at him.

"Mist?" Edward questioned still staring at her in slight fear and confusion.

She grinned at him. "Oh, I'm sorry am I scaring you?"

"I… I…"

"Oh, Eddie, come here," she giggled, before she grabbed his tie and pulled him into a harsh kiss.

Edward, in a panic, grabbed the shelves behind him like they were his life line. What the hell was she doing?

Suddenly she pulled away and left the cupboard like nothing had happened.

He stood in silence for a few moments, before he peeled himself away from the shelves and left for the forensic lab.


Finally it was the end of the day and he could go home, he wanted to leave as quickly as possible, today had not been a good day.

Mist, what was wrong with her? He decided 'many things' after that little interaction in the cupboard. It was a good job no one walked when it happened.

Home. Edward smiled when he saw the door to his apartment, he never felt so happy to see it in his life.

Once inside, Edward loosened his tie and shrugged his jacket off. Oh it was good to be home.

He sighed and walked into his bedroom, lying his jacket on his bed before he walked over to his bed side picking up the photo album he'd been looking at last night.

He smiled as he flicked through the pages containing pictures of him and Mist and all the crazy things they did.

There it was the day he won the puzzle competion, the cube rested neatly in his hand and behind him was Mist with her arms around him, smiling brightly at the camera.

He smiled sadly. Hard to believe that was one of their last photos together. They took less and less as the years passed and they missed certain special moments… but what had happened after that?

"What happened to you Mist?"

Edward looked up startled for a few moments at a clatter of noise fron the main room.

He placed the photo album down and walked into the main room, before everything went black.


Edward's vision was blurred as he came to, colours had blended together before he blinked and they returned to their natural stance.

What… what had happened?

"Hello? Little nerd, you in there?" he felt someone lightly tapping the side of his head, before he flinched away and then discovered he was duct taped to his seat.

His eyes widened before he heard light chuckling next to him. "Oh, you are alive, I was worried incase I'd hit you too hard."

The voice was female, but no one he recognised… who?

He looked to his side and saw a woman sitting on the work top of his kitchen, swinging her legs and dressed in a skin tight suit of black… well it looked like leather, he couldn't tell, she also had a hood up around her face with green goggles over her eyes and a black bandana hid the rest of her face.

He could only imagine she was smiling.

"Who are you?" he questioned.

"Oh honey I think you should know or at least I hope you do, you are my favourite nerd so surly…" she slipped of the work top and strutted over to him. "So surly that would make me your favourite assassin."

Edward paled. Oh god no, it couldn't be… it couldn't be her. "S- Sphinx?"

She laughed at him before she sat on his lap, he could see her eyes and noted how they were full of glee and mischief, which did not comfort him in the slightest, less so when she trailed her finger along his collar bone, up his neck to his glasses and tapped one of the lenses.

He could feel the heat creeping onto hid face. He wasn't used to this and it was making him nervous.

"So then," Sphinx purred. "Lets get down to business."

T.B.C:


Note: Oh my god, it's the Sphinx and she's captured Eddie D: Whats up with Mist and why is she acting so strange? Oh and I would like to know if anyone can guess who Sphinx is :)

okay but guys hear me out, I may have broken two bones in my wrist and hand so.. updates may be slow for all my stories I'm sad to say :(