Gravity Fallen: Part 1

by SmilesThroughFandoms

"You think that buy burying those books that you can stop me from coming back!" He laughed. It was like they were playing a game. But it was in fact he who was playing the game. But this was one game he was winning. He was winning their game; he was winning their game of reality. Their reality was a game to him. But he always did enjoy games…

4. Headhunters

Merry Late Christmas and Happy Belated New Year! Before we continue with chapter 4, I'll respond to guest reviews accordingly.

The/Creature of the Closet:

To:

Guest; I'm glad I could give you a new catchphrase!

Gravity Fallen/Has Fallen: Part 1:

To:

Guest 1: I'm updating right now!

Guest 2: Aww, thanks! I'm glad that you like it!

DISCLAIMER: See chapter 1. Also, I do not own the song New York State of Mind. But god I wished I did! It's such a good song! Or any Wax Figures or the names mentioned.

This chapter references what happened in The Creature of the Closet, so I suggest reading that, but I also don't. It's up to you.

Flashback Narration Over voice thing… Seriously what is this called?

~June 5, 2013. Gravity Falls, Oregon~

"I don't know who to blame for this, the Creature or you." Grantaire said sourly, glancing at Éponine.

Said girl turned to look at him, offended. "How the hell is this my fault?"

The drunkard stopped scrubbing the floor (In attempt to rid the floor of the Thénardier siblings room of the purple slime that the creature left) and looked up at Éponine. "If I recall correctly, you're the one who opened the door!"

"You didn't disagree with me at the time!"

"Because I didn't know Jean and Fantine would make us clean up the floor with toothbrushes!"

"Ladies, ladies please!" Cosette announced. Gaining her two friends' attention. "You're both beautiful!"

"'Sette? 'Ponine? R? You guys home!" They heard Courfeyrac shout up to them.

"We're upstairs, Courf!" Azelma, who was mopping the floor, called down.

They heard multiple feet coming up the steps. And soon enough, Joly, Bossuet, Musichetta, Marius, Courfeyrac, and some boy with long, strawberry blonde hair in a ponytail with flowers weaved into them, and a notebook and pen in hand came walking in.

"We wanted to make sure you guys were…." Marius trailed off as he and the group took notice of the floor. Then everyone looked up to glance at the six roommates.

"What happened?!"

"We were trying to get a creature on film! It attacked us and left a trail of purple slim wherever it went…" Camille said sadly.

"More specifically, it attacked my sister." Gavroche said, gesturing to Éponine.

"Well that explains why that pretty face of yours is scratched up worse than yesterday." Courfeyrac said flirtatiously as he approached Éponine and helped the girl to her feet.

"Careful Éponine, Courfeyrac's got his tongue hanging pretty low. Don't want you tripping and damaging that face he loves so much." Grantaire smirked as Courfeyrac blushed and Éponine giggled.

"Good burn, R!" Gavroche laughed.

"So, Courf's embarrassment and R's burning abilities aside, anyone care to explain what the hell happened?" Bossuet asked.

"After you explain to me and my sibs who the heck flower boy over there is." Éponine smirked and gestured with the toothbrush to the boy in the corner who only looked about a year older than her and Cosette.

"Sorry, my name's Jean Prouvaire. But you can call me Jehan, everybody does!"

"Name's Éponine. That's my baby brother Gavroche," The brunette motioned to her brother who was helping Camille scrub the floor where Éponine was attacked.

"And-" Éponine was cut off by her sister.

"And I'm Azelma!" The orange haired girl-who today was wearing a Purple sweater with a red heart wearing sunglasses on it, a red headband, white socks and black flats, and a denim blue skirt-ran straight up to the flower boy. Gavroche and Éponine exchanged glances. They saw and knew that look in their sister's eye. She was starting to form a crush on Jehan.

"Oh crap." Éponine, Gavroche, Cosette, and Grantaire said in unison. Apparently Cosette and Grantaire also knew that look in Azelma's eyes, even if they've only seen it once.

Jehan didn't hear them. He just smiled and shook Azelma's hand. Marius, Musichetta, Joly, Bossuet, and Courfeyrac exchanged glances and smiled. They saw a sort of sparkle in Jehan's eyes that usually reserved for poetry or show tunes or beautiful things or poetry. It was mostly poetry.

"In three… two… one…" Courfeyrac counted down.

"Pardon me, I'm sorry, but I just got a sudden burst of inspiration. Do-Do you mind if I write a quick poem?" Jehan asked while flipping open his notebook, yet never once taking his eyes off Azelma.

"Sure, go right ahead!" Azelma smiled. "What'cha writing about?" Azelma asked while smiling sweetly and twirling her hair in a cutesy way. An obvious attempt-Well, obvious to those who live with her anyway-to flirt with Jehan.

And it was working, that or for some reason Jehan just got really embarrassed about his poetry, because he blushed the deepest shade of red and started to stutter. "Oh, I-I'm just writing about-this-this thing that is real-really… I mean, well I'm just-"

Thank the High Lord above them all that Grantaire stepped in. "So what brings you guys here?"

"We wanted to make sure you two were ok." Marius told his drunkard friend as he went to Cosette's side.

"Yeah, you two dashed out of the café quicker than lighting." Bossuet said.

"What happened anyway?" Joly asked.

"Oh." Cosette and Grantaire's faces became those of deer in the headlights.

"Is everything ok, guys?" Éponine asked. Aside from the freak monster attack, she remembered nothing after figuring out part of that cryptogram. And she barely remembers that! "It said something about some guy named Bill, right?"

"Oh, um… well you see… uh, we saw you… well… Fall-" Grantaire started sheepishly.

"I What?" Éponine jumped up.

"You weren't hurt or anything!" Cosette said quickly. "You just fell asleep! It just looked pretty scary from where we were standing!"

Éponine, still a bit shaken, nodded. "Nothing bruised? Nothing broken?"

"Not until that closet incident." Grantaire said.

"Speaking of incidents, how big of one are me and R expecting when we get to the meeting today?' Cosette asked.

"You're in luck!" Marius smiled. "Enjolras texted Combeferre saying that he was helping Evelyn move into his and 'Ferre's apartment. So we've got at least another hour to get you guys to the Café!"

"Ok, who the hell are these Enjolras and Combeferre people and what is an Evelyn?" Éponine asked.

"Enjolras and Combeferre are the sort of leaders of our little group of revolutionaries, were known as the Les Amis de l'ABC." Cosette smiled.

"Yeah," Courfeyrac said. Apparently trying to appear tough and suave but still cool and modest. He smirked at Éponine. "We help people… Try and help those less fortunate… Try and gain support through rallies… Nothing major."

"You can pick your tongue up off the floor anytime now, Courf." Grantaire said. Everyone chuckled while Courfeyrac blushed.

"And Evelyn is Enjolras's twin sister. She finally found a job and his moving in with him and Combeferre." Cosette explained.

"Alright, alright… C'mon, let's get you two to the café." Musichetta said.

"Can I come?" Éponine asked.

"NO!" Grantaire and Cosette told the brunette. Said girl jumped at her friends' harsh tone.

"Why not?" Gavroche asked in place of his sister.

"We don't want a repeat of last night!" Grantaire told the twelve year old boy sternly. Hey, growing up the oldest of five had some advantages. Not a lot, but enough.

"It won't happen again!" Éponine said.

"And you know this how?" Cosette asked.

"I don't, but I just really want to go!" Éponine pouted. "You've guys been talking about it non-stop since I've gotten here and I want to go!"

It was then that Éponine widened her eyes and added a trembling lower lip to her pout. Courfeyrac stood to face his two uncertain friends. "C'mon guys! How can you possibly say no to this face?" He gestured to the still pouting Éponine.

"You're weak, Courf. Y'know that right?" Grantaire asked.

"Can I help it if she's just so damn adorable?"

"You want adorable?" Azelma smirked. She and Gavroche then walked over to join their sister and then they copied Éponine's facial expression.

"Ack! The cuteness! It's-suffocating!" Courfeyrac said in a strained voice before pretending to faint.

"Get up, you idiot!" Grantaire rolled his eyes. "I'm sticking by my-"

"R?" Cosette interrupted him.

"Yeah?"

"Look." The blonde pointed to not only Éponine and her siblings doing that damn-adorable-pout face, but Camille, Courfeyrac, Musichetta, Jehan, Bossuet, and Marius were now doing the exact same damn-adorable-pout face!

"Ok, first of all-Not cool, you guys! Second-Cosette, back me up here!" Grantaire all but begged the blond next to him.

Cosette looked up at Grantaire and then over to her boyfriend, foster-siblings, and best friends. Then she turned to look up at Grantaire with the exact same damn-adorable-pout.

Grantaire groaned. "Fucking kill me-Fine! You can come!"

"Yes!" Éponine cheered. She opened her arms, looking like she was going to hug somebody. Courfeyrac saw this, and opened his arms up too, but was not-so-pleasantly surprised when Éponine ran right past him and practically tackled Grantaire, while saying something along the lines of "Thankyouthankyouthankyou!"

"Hey, that was mine!" Courfeyrac gestured to the hug that Grantaire was getting.

Éponine rolled her eyes and giggled. "Let me just grab-" Éponine glanced back to see if anyone was listening, thankfully it was just Marius (Cosette swore to Éponine that he could be trusted), Camille, Gavroche, Azelma, and Grantaire. "Let me just grab 3 and we can go." Éponine whispered.

The group who was listening to her nodded before they started to disperse.

"What's so special about the café?" Gavroche asked Courfeyrac.

"They got all sorts of cool stuff there, 'Roche! You'll love it!" Courfeyrac said, leading Gavroche and Camille out of the door. Followed closely behind by Marius and Cosette, who were holding hands and staring into each other's eyes.

"Are you coming to the café, Azelma?' Jehan asked.

"Sure! They have really good cinnamon rolls, and I can spend some time with you!" Azelma blushed a little bit at her last comment. Jehan also blushed but he couldn't deny the smile that appeared on his face as Azelma grabbed his arm and dragged him down the steps.

"I give him an hour tops." Musichetta said.

"Have a little bit of faith in him!' Bossuet said.

"Yeah, he's stronger than he looks." Joly added as the three of them left the Thénardier siblings room.

Eventually, only Grantaire and Éponine were left. Once she retrieved 3 from under her pillow, her notebook, and trusty pen she grabbed a backpack and stuffed the three items in it.

"I need a new jacket, man." The brunette remarked.

"I offered you my jacket." Grantaire pointed out.

"I couldn't take your jacket, man. You like that thing way too much." Éponine smiled lightly. "Besides, it smells too much like beer. Stirs up a few to many memories about my old house!"

Grantaire chuckled. "Understandable."

"Hey, R, can I ask you something?"

"Shoot."

"That Jehan guy, is he like a zombie or a vampire or a bunch of gnomes or something?"

Grantaire and Éponine laughed. Then the drunkard raised his brow. "You saw that to, huh?"

"It'd be pretty hard to miss it!"

"I can assure you 'Ponine, Jehan is-and never has been-a vampire, zombie, or a bunch of gnomes. He's just a boy who likes poetry and flowers. And your sister."

"How'd you figure?"

"It'd be pretty hard to miss!"

It was then that Éponine slapped Grantaire upside the head. But the two laughed all the way to café nonetheless.

-A few minutes later-

The Café Musian was a nice, quiet, relaxing coffee shop that seemed to be a hot-spot for the local college kids of Gravity Falls. The building itself was fairly old, it seemed to date back somewhere in the late 1800's. It has been in the Hucheloup family since the town's founding. It's most recent owner (Henri Hucheloup) had inherited from his Uncle Stanley. Now, before it was a Café, it served as a tourist trap that Stanley Hucheloup called The Shack of Mystery. Though, and everyone past and present can agree, the real mystery was why anyone came.

But, now that Henri own the building, it is now a Café. And Musichetta (The next in line to inherit the building) is determined to make sure it stays this way.

"Well, here it is," Musichetta said as she and everyone stepped into the building. "Our home away from home!"

The Thénardier siblings smiled. Éponine stepped forward to get a better feel of her surroundings. "This place seems pretty cool."

"Wait until you guys meet our friends." Marius told the brunette.

"There's more of you guys? Jesus pretty big group…" Éponine muttered. Cosette laughed. "Yeah, we're just the group that became friends because no one else would let us into their group. We're like the chess club."

"Only hotter." Courfeyrac pointed out.

"And dumber." The two Grantaire siblings pointed out with a laugh.

"Well, let's meet these hot and dumb friends!" Gavroche cheered.

The group of friends led the Thénardier siblings up a flight of stairs. They reached a sort of second floor. To the left, was the kitchen and counter, straight ahead was a door that read 'Employees Only' and it probably led to where Musichetta and Henri lived, and to the right was a sort of hang out spot. A flat screen TV, a big table, some chairs, and a comfortable looking couch.

"Well, look who's here early!" A man with curly dark hair said as he noticed Grantaire and Cosette walk in.

"We'd be suicidal if we didn't show up on time, Feuily. You know that." Grantaire said dryly.

"And, to show Enjolras we're serious about this sort of stuff, we brought three new potential members!" Cosette smiled and gestured to the Thénardier siblings.

"Hi!" Azelma smiled cheerfully.
"How's it hanging?" Gavroche asked.
"Yo," Éponine said casually as she made a peace sign hand signal toward the guys sitting at the table.

"Well, hello there miss…?" A strong looking man with straight, brown/dirty-blonde hair with a flirtatious smile on his face said as he approached Éponine.

"Éponine." The brunette said.

"You must be new here."

"That I am." Éponine nodded.

"Well, my name's Bahorel. And just so you know, beautiful is my favorite color." The man said as he smiled at Éponine.

"Beautiful isn't a color." Éponine pointed out.

"It's the color of your eyes." Bahorel said.

He was met by a chorus of annoyed groans. "NO! JUST NO, BAHOREL!" "Worst one yet!" "Nice try, mon ami!" "I can taste the cheesiness!"

Éponine face palmed. "Seriously, first it was R, then Courf, and now you Bahorel! Does every guy in this town want to flirt with me?!"

"I apologize for anything that my friends might have done. We're not exactly the most controlled group of friends." The blonde man with straight-ish hair and a book in hand said. "I'm Combeferre by the way." Said man held out his hand.

"Éponine." The brunette shook his hand. She then pointed to her siblings. "And that's Azelma and that's Gavroche." Said children waved.

"So," Combeferre began with a knowing smirk. "Are you the one that's been dragging Grantaire and Cosette away from the meeting?"

"Maybe…" Éponine smiled.

And so, with that question (That everybody knew the answer to once they meet Éponine) answered, the Thénardier siblings sat down with a majority of the Les Amis society. They talked about usual stuff and asked the Thénardier siblings about what their life was like before coming here. (Cosette and the three siblings exchanged uneasy glances. Azelma fiddled with the sleeve of her sweater. "Painful. Eventful. Shit-ful."). And asked how they were liking Gravity Falls. ("It's awesome! I've never had more inspiration for sweater designs in my life! Plus there are a lot of cute boys!" Azelma nudged Jehan and he blushed profoundly. "I've never had so much fun in one place!" Gavroche smiled from his place on Courfeyrac's lap. Éponine smirked. "The books you find here are very informal." Those who weren't informed of the little journal secret stared on in confusion as those who did-basically Azelma, Gavroche, Grantaire, Camille, Cosette, Musichetta, Joly, Bossuet, and Marius-burst into fits of laughter).

It had been an hour and everyone was enjoying some of Musichetta's delicious cooking for lunch. That was when Cosette noticed something. "Hey 'Chetta, what's up with the mic and mic-stand down there?"

"Oh, dad's been trying to encourage people to get up there and sing-try and promote the restaurant, Y'know? But no one's been trying and we're thinking about taking it down."

Grantaire, Cosette, Camille, Azelma, and Gavroche-To Éponine's horror-exchanged cheeky grins and knowing glances before they turned back to face the barista and all chorused in at the same time "We know someone who can sing!"

"Really? Who?" The barista smiled.

"Éponine!"

"You can sing!" Musichetta smiled brightly.

"You can sing?' Came the chorused reply of the currently present Les Amis members.

"She can sing!" Came her roommate's laughter.

Éponine's eyes flickered nervously between everyone before she said "Nnoooooo…" and took a slow sip out of her Dr. Pepper.

"Liar!" Gavroche stated dramatically.
"You had the best voice in our entire choir's Alto section!" Azelma said.
"You sung all the time when we were kids!" Cosette pointed out.
"I heard you singing in the shower this morning! And I was in my room!" Grantaire exclaimed.
"I heard it too!" Camille said.

"Ok, ok! I can sing… I just don't want to." Éponine said.

"Please Éponine, just one song!" Musichetta begged. "I'll never ask for anything ever again!"

Éponine looked across the room. The only face that didn't seem to be begging her to do it was Combeferre. He mouthed 'You don't have to if you don't want to.' And she rolled her eyes and stood up and mouthed back to him 'That's never worked.'

"I'm picking the song." The brunette told Musichetta as she made her way down to the Jukebox that was in the café.

Éponine gave her thumbs and Musichetta whistled loudly, getting the lunch-rush-crowd's attention. "Hey, so, this is sort of a new think we're trying, but my friend Éponine is gonna be singing to you-"

"New York State of Mind."

"Some Billy Joel song!"

The café became full with the sounds of applause as Éponine stepped up to the mic. "This thing on? Oh, ok, guess it is." The crowd laughed and Éponine blushed. "I just wanna put one thing out there before I start singing. Boys, Sibs, Girls, whatever the hell Marius is-"

"Hey!"

"I just wanna say," She turned to look at the odd group of people she called her friends and gave them an all too sweet smile that somehow mixed perfectly with a death glare. "I hate you all so much right now!"

"We love you to, 'Ponine!" Grantaire shouted before he chugged down a beer.

And with that, the music started.

-Meanwhile, with Enjolras-

Gabriel and Evelyn Enjolras were fraternal twins. Evelyn was older by four-and-a-quarter minutes (A fact that she never ceased to loom over his head while they were growing up). And like many twins in the world, they looked alike. Same fair skin, same blonde curls, same hatred towards their given names (She believed Evelyn was to "Fancy-Shmancy" sounding and he just didn't like how he was named after his father). He remembered fondly, when they were starting school at the age of five, that he picked out her nickname for her and she picked out his.

And from that day on, they were known to their parents, teachers, and coaches as Gabriel and Evelyn Enjolras. But to their friends they were known as Lyn and Enjolras. To each other, they were known as Baby-Boy and Dweeberella.

As previously stated, they were twins and looked alike, but they had three extremely noticeable differences. 1): Enjolras was boy and Evelyn was a girl, 2): Enjolras had blue eyes while Evelyn's were more green, and 3): Enjolras was taller and stronger than Evelyn (The Alpha-Twin, if you will), but she was still pretty strong.

But other than that, they were exactly the same. Same last name, same unnaturally god-like looks, same stubborn and somewhat rebellious personalities, and same uncanny ability in knowing when something is bothering their sibling.

That's what Evelyn did today when Enjolras was helping her move into his apartment.

They had just finished hauling up her mattress three flights of stairs…

~FLASHBACK!~

"Phew! I say we take a break!" Evelyn said as she slid down the wall of her new room.

"For once, I agree with you." Enjolras said as he took a seat next to her.

The two sat in silence for a while. Then, exhaling in a way that made her sound like a horse (Enjolras knew she did that just to piss him off) Evelyn ran a hand through her curly blonde hair-which still had some hot pink highlights in it from High School-and turned to face him. "So if you wanna take off and head to your meeting I can totally-" For whatever crazy reason, the blonde girl stopped and started to stare at Enjolras a little bit more intently.

Enjolras took immediate notice of his twin's odd (well, more odd than usual) behavior. "Are you ok, Lyn?"

Evelyn scooted closer to her twin and stared intently at him with a serious expression on her face. Then she narrowed her eyes in concentration. "Say something."

"Do we have to have that personal space talk again?"

Evelyn's eyes widened before she smirked deviously. "So, who is she?"

"Who?"

"The girl?"

"What girl?"

"The girl you're thinking about."

"I'm not thinking about a girl."

"Yeah you are!"

"No I'm not!"

"What's her name?"

"Who's name?

"The girl's name."

"What girl?"

"The girl you're thinking about."

"I'm not thinking about a girl, Lyn!"

"What she look like?"

"I'm not thinking about a girl, Evelyn!"

"Is she pretty?"

"Stop it Evelyn!"

"Is she smart?"

"Evelyn, please!"

"Seriously, Enjolras, who is she?"

"I don't know what you're talking about!"

"Left."

"Right."

"Up."

"Down."

"Crunchy."

"Smooth! Wait, what?" Enjolras, as he usually was when his sister was around, was completely confused.

"Admit it Gabriel, you're thinking about a girl!" Evelyn smirked.

"Ok, Number 1: You're imagining things-yet again! And Two: What possibly makes you think that I'm thinking about a girl?"

"I'm your twin sister, I've come to think of myself as a master of reading you since no one else can!"

"Really?' Enjolras asked with mock interest.

"Yep!" Evelyn smirked proudly. "And I've memorized every one of your emotions. When you're concentrating, your eyebrows furrow and you have the BIGGEST frown on your face. When you're nervous, you throw yourself into whatever the hell it is you do and your eyes dart all over the place. And when you're happy-which is quite rare nowadays-you have the biggest smile on your face and you laugh with your eyes!"

"Is there a point to this or can I just label this as you being crazy again?"

"My point is, that you just had a look. One that I've never seen before. You looked pretty far away, bro. And you were blushing! Blushing! Marble can't blush!"

"And your point is?"

"Just tell me who the girl is and I'll leave you alone!" Evelyn said.

Enjolras groaned but spared a glance at his sister. She obviously wasn't giving this up. He sighed. "I don't know her name-"

"HA! So there is a girl!" Evelyn cheered.

"I've only spoken to her once or twice, but she seems to know all my friends. Cosette, Courfeyrac, even Grantaire!"

Evelyn was silent for a moment. "Does she know your name?"

"I don't think so."

"Well, then she's obviously not one of your stalkers. She would've known your name."

"Yeah… Can we pretend this conversation never happened?"

"When 'Ferre isn't around, I'm gonna so be on your ass about this!"

-END OF FLASHBACK!-

That's why he decided to take the long way to the café. To try and clear his head. But no matter what, his sister's words and that brunette still haunted him. "The sooner I can get this meeting started, the better."

He pushed opened the door to the café when he heard Musichetta say: "Some Billy Joel song!"

Applause filled the room as a girl with dark brown curls stepped up to the microph-wait a minutes… That was the girl! "This thing on? Oh, ok, guess it is." The crowd laughed and the brunette blushed. "I just wanna put one thing out there before I start singing. Boys, Sibs, Girls, whatever the hell Marius is-"

"Hey!"

He couldn't help the smirk that came onto his face for a millisecond. But then he was back to the stone-faced man everyone knew him as.

"I just wanna say," She turned to look at the odd group of people he called his friends and gave them an all too sweet smile that somehow mixed perfectly with a death glare. "I hate you all so much right now!"

"We love you to, 'Ponine!" Grantaire shouted before he chugged down a beer. 'Ponine? 'Ponine. Was that her name?

And with that, the music started.

The slow piano intro got him. He's never heard a song like it, the intro was a bit lengthy. But then, the girl started to sing.

Some folks like to get away
For a holiday from the neighborhood.
Hop a flight to Miami Beach
Or to Hollywood, ooh, ooh.
But I'm taking a Greyhound
On the Hudson River Line
I'm in a New York State of Mind

Whoa. Just whoa. Enjolras's eyes widened as he was left to gape at the petite brunette. That smile when she sang… Whoa.

Ooh, It was so easy living day by day
Out of touch with the rhythm and the blues
But now I need a little give and take
The New York Times,
The Daily News!

She was good. No, she was great. No, she was amazing! Whatever she was, it was blowing everyone in this café away. He pried his eyes away for a moment to see what his friends thought. He saw that Grantaire, Camille, and some blonde-haired boy around Camille's age looking pretty smug. Cosette and an orange-haired girl with a very… interesting sweater were smiling and swaying back and forth in time to the music. Musichetta was smiling and looking very impressed. Courfeyrac's eyes looked about ready to pop out of his head. And the rest of the Amis's jaws were nearly on the floor.

Oh, it comes down to reality
And it's fine with me
'cause I've let it slide!
Don't care if it's Chinatown or on Riverside, ooh, ooh.
I don't have any reasons,
I've left them all behind.
I'm in a New York State of Mind!
Oh!
I'm just taking a Greyhound,
On the Hudson River Line!

Most of the people started to applaud, but then heard that the piano was still going so stopped. He looked at the girl and saw that she was wearing a bright smile on her face. "There are the dimples again." Enjolras thought.

'Cause I'm in,
I'm in a New York
State
Of
Mind!
Ooh,
Oh,
A New York State of Mind!

With a quick little percussion-or string fill-the song ended. If there wasn't noise in the café before, there certainly was now. Everyone, and he meant everyone, was applauding for the brunette girl. Yes, even him.

The girl smiled widely (He'd never seen a person turn so red before) as she quickly excused herself and made her way to the back table. He raised his brow and followed her, but he remained unseen due to… well… His friends…

"HOLY SHIT-IN-A-BUN THAT WAS AWESOME!" (Jehan)

"YOU SOUND WAY BETTER THAN BILLY JOEL WHEN HE DID THAT SONG!" (Marius)

"DID I TELL YOU OR DID I TELL YOU?" (A surprisingly smug Cosette)

"WHAT SHE SAID!" (A not surprisingly drunk Grantaire)

"HOW COME YOU NEVER TOLD ME YOU COULD SING LIKE THAT? JESUS I HAD A PATTI LUPONE IN MY HANDS THIS ENTIRE TIME AND… JESUS ÉPONINE THAT WAS AWESOME!" (Courfeyrac)

Éponine? Éponine. That sounded like a name to him. He caught himself thinking that it fit her, which he scolded himself for, and was oddly reminded of the Story Epponina and Sabinus (A dumb romance story in which he was forced to read when Evelyn suckered him into joining some Literature class his Freshman Year in College) and scolded himself more for thinking the name fit her even more now.

"Thanks, Courf-" Éponine started to say but was cut off by Courfeyrac, yet again.

"Seriously, we need to get you an audition for Broadway or Glee or Broadway or something! Seriously this was fucking fantastic and I-" It basically went on like this.

"Courfeyrac," Enjolras said sternly, gaining everyone's attention. "Give her room to breathe."

Grantaire took another sip of his drink before nodding at Enjolras. "See Apollo, Cosette and I are perfectly capable of coming to a meeting on time!"

"Or early!" Cosette piped in.

"And to show we are extra sorry for missing the last few meetings and rallies-Even though we have a perfect excuse as to why-we brought three new members!" Grantaire smiled as he gestured to Éponine, the blonde-haired-boy, and the orange haired girl in the odd sweater.

"New members?" He asked, with little to no interest.

Éponine raised her eyebrow. "Yeah. The idiots who I live with-who shall remain nameless-"

"Love you to 'Ponine." Grantaire smiled up at her with a sarcastic tone in his voice.

"We think highly of you two!" Cosette replied with a sugary smile.

"Talk a lot about this group, and I have to admit, my interest has been piqued." Éponine said. Enjolras nodded. But then Éponine smirked. "Well, if you heard any of these idiots say it by now, you should know that my name is Éponine. Now are you going to tell me your name or am I just going to have to call you Crimson?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Time out!" Courfeyrac said as he stepped up to the leader and the brunette. "'Ponine do you know our fearless leader?"

"I know his face, I know he likes red, but I don't know his name." Éponine smirked. "Damn those dimples!"

"Enjolras." He stated simply.

"Enjolras?" She asked. He nodded. "No first name?"

"Not one I'd like to share."

"Well, it's not as if I haven't compromised these past few days." She threw a pointed look at all of the Amis (Except Marius, Jehan, and Grantaire) who just smiled at her. "Anyway, these are my younger sibs, Azelma-"

"Hi!" The orange-haired-girl in the odd sweater replied cheerfully. He took notice of how she was practically living on Jehan's lap and how the poet was looking up at her like she was the most beautiful thing God put on this Earth.

"-And this is Gavroche."

"Hey." The blonde-boy who was sitting near Courfeyrac (Enjolras noticed that they were playing some sort of game on Courf's phone) waved casually (Enjolras also caught Camille sneaking glances at the boy from time-to-time and vice versa and made a mental note to tell Grantaire about that later. True, the two weren't the best of friends, but he knew that Grantaire was crazy protective of his baby sister when it came to boys, lord knows there dad wasn't).

Enjolras nodded. "Now then, on with the meeting."

He pretended that he didn't see Éponine's confused yet somewhat hurt expression as he walked away.

-About an Half-an-Hour later or so, with Éponine-

Enjolras was proud, Éponine could see that. Enjolras was passionate, Éponine could see that as well. But while he was giving his speech, Éponine couldn't help but notice something else about Enjolras.

He was naïve to what he was preaching. He spoke about those who were less fortunate than he. He spoke of those who had to beg for money, sell their bodies, and steal to survive. He also spoke of how the government was doing a damn thing about it and how Congress was just passing laws that limited the rights given to us in the Bill of Rights. Normal shit like that. And while Éponine did agree that it had to stop, she also couldn't stop the anger that started to well up inside her as she listened to the infamous "Man of Marble" speak.

"God! It's like he things the less fortunate are some damn species!" Éponine thought bitterly. She glanced at her siblings. Gavroche was hanging on to every word that he said, but she saw that Azelma was glaring at him slightly. Obviously thinking similar thoughts to what she was. That's when she realized her opinion had to be voiced.

"And what do you plan to do about this, silver spoon?" Éponine asked with a raised brow. Her sister often commented on how her ability to come up with insults rivaled that of the great Sue Sylvester from Glee.

Enjolras-not happy that he was interrupted halfway through his speech-narrowed his eyes at Éponine. "What are you implying?"

"I'm implying that you're just some spoiled little rich-boy who is fighting a battle that's not his anyway." Éponine stood up, returning his glare.

"Well someone has to fight this battle-"

"Maybe, but they don't need some rich pretty boy running around in some stupid Abercrombie and Fitch shirt and jeans preaching to them about what they should do to save themselves when their number one priority is trying to find a half-decent piece of bread to eat from the trash!"

She seething now. A blind man could see that. Cosette stepped forward and laid a comforting hand on her shoulder, knowing all too well that Éponine was speaking from personal experiences. "Éponine-"

Enjolras cut her off. "First of all; I have never even looked at that accursed store-"

"So, what do you want, a medal?" Éponine bit out.

"Éponine, just come sit back down." Cosette pleaded.

"And secondly; how would some little girl from Pasadena know anything about this? How would some little, unimportant girl from Pasadena who keeps dragging my friends away from what they are supposed to be doing know about this?!" Enjolras bit out.

As he watched Éponine eyes widened and face turn to one that read 'You little dick', he heard his friend's reactions. (Azelma gasped and looked at him in a horrified way, Gavroche looked sorely offended, Marius gasped, Cosette's face fell as she was picked up and dragged away from the scene and back to her seat by a slightly scared looking Bossuet while Joly and Musichetta looked like deer caught in head lights, Grantaire face-palmed, Camille muttered to Combeferre-who looked quite appalled-about something along the lines of "This is going to get worse before it gets better, isn't it?" while the rest of the Amis looked on with slack jawed shock)

Éponine was the first to react. Her mouth was set in a firm line, nostrils flaring, and her eyes-dear god her eyes- Enjolras will question to this very day as how someone can send a person the iciest glare ever but have their eyes alit with some unnamed fire.

"Let me respond to that, in the following way." Éponine said. She walked over to Grantaire, who looked at her like she was a sort of demon. She held out her hand and (with a shaking hand) Grantaire handed her his newly opened bottle of Bud Light. She walked back over to him, and slapped him straight across the face before dumping the Bud Light onto the very top of his head.

Needless to say, the Les Amis were surprised. And there reactions came all at once.

"HOLY FUCKBALLS!" (Bahorel)
"DEAR GOD IN HEAVEN!" (Feuily)
"MY BEER!" (Grantaire)
"ÉPONINE!" (Cosette)
"HOLY HELL!" (Bossuet)
"OHMYGOD!" (Musichetta)
"GOODNESS!" (Combeferre)
"THAT'S GOING TO HURT!" (Joly)
"DEAR LORD!" (Jehan)
"SHIT IN A BUN!" (Marius)
"DID THAT JUST HAPPEN?!" (Camille)
"WHOA BABY!" (Gavroche)
"NOT AGAIN!" (Azelma)
"THAT WAS KINDA HOT!" (Courfeyrac)

Éponine let the bottle drop to the floor and break at their feet as Enjolras stared at her in hatred/shock. He felt something stir inside him as he saw that the fire in her eyes was still there. She narrowed those inferno eyes at him and bit out "Go die in a hole you mother-fucking-dick-head."

With that, she turned on heel, grabbed a book that was resting near Grantaire, and stormed out. Gavroche glared at him and shook his head. His parting words were "Jerk!" as he followed after his big sister and Azelma followed him with her head hung proudly in the air, arms crossed in front of her chest and with an angry "Humph!" as she stomped off.

"Azelma?" Jehan called. The poet sent the leader a nasty look before following after her. "Azelma, wait!"

"Hey, Gavroche, wait up!" Camille shouted as she bounded after the boy. She was followed by Musichetta, Joly, and Bossuet-who sent him pitying glances as they left. Soon, Marius, Cosette, and Grantaire exchanged nervous glances before slowly standing up. But before they could take a single step-

"And where are you three going?" Enjolras-still dripping wet-asked harshly.

"Damage control!" Cosette said sharply, surprising not only Marius and Grantaire but most of the Amis.

Grantaire nodded once he overcame the shock. "Éponine has a tendency to let her emotions run wild-but hey, why am I telling you this? You should know better than anyone." He gestured to Enjolras's already red cheek and his dripping wet head.

Grantaire was the first to leave-sending Enjolras a murderous look- and Marius soon followed, his hand grasped with Cosette's. But before the couple could descend the stairs, Cosette turned to the Marble leader and said "She'll be expecting an apology. And so will we." And then she left.

Combeferre was the only one to react. He got up, reached over the counter to grab a roll of paper towels, and handed it to him with a look that said 'They're right.'

And he did not like that.

~June 6, 2013. Gravity Falls, Oregon. AKA: The next day, at the Café Musain~

"I'm afraid your service won't be required here, sir." An actor dressed up like an early twentieth century English cop said on the TV. As part of a peace offering, Musichetta agreed to let Éponine have the TV in the upper part of the café turned to whatever channel she wanted for the day. So, naturally, she let her siblings watch what they wanted. And, as it turns out, there was a marathon of their favorite TV show on today. "My men have examined the evidence, and this is obviously an accident." The actor gestured to the "Crime Scene" which was basically a "Man" crushed to death by an old-timey telephone booth.

Éponine sat on the couch, reading 3 but also making sure to hide its cover. Azelma-now wearing a turqoise sweater with a bright red strawberry on the front, a turqoise headband, a bright red skirt, and her usual white socks and black flats-sat on Éponine's left, knitting a sweater and watching TV and occasionally eating from a bowl of popcorn 'Chetta gave her. Grantaire stood behind the couch watching the show, Marius and Cosette sat beside Azelma, Joly and Bossuet sat at the nearby table with the rest of the Amis, and Gavroche and Camille sat on Éponine's right side. Basically, everyone but Enjolras (who was finishing up some classes) and Musichetta (who was working in the back) was present and watching the show.

"Quack-Quack Quack-Quack-Quack?" a duck wearing a detective's hat asked as he waddled on to the screen. "Quack Quack Quack… QUACK-QUACK?!" (A/N: Translation is: Accident constable? Or is it… MURDER?!)

"WHAT?!" The onscreen constable screamed. Just as the logo for the show appeared on screen.

"DUCK-TECTIVE will return after these messages."

"What are you all watching?" Enjolras-who just walked in- asked appalled.

"Duck-Tective. 'Ponine got pick of TV today." Combeferre said.

"And I just want to say-" Azelma gushed. "That duck is a genius!"

"Eh, it's easier to find clues when you're that close to the ground." Éponine shrugged.

Azelma set down her knitting. "Hold the phone, Éponine are you saying that you could outwit the great Duck-Tective?"

"Azelma, I have a very keen sense of observation." Éponine said.

"Oh really?" Enjolras asked. Obviously doubtful

"Yes, I do." Éponine said, narrowing her eyes at the leader. "For example, Azelma, just by smelling your breath I can tell that you have been eating-" Éponine sniffed the air. Her face turned to one of confusion. "An entire tube of toothpaste?"

"Azelma!" Cosette chastised.

"Hambone, we've talked about this." Grantaire said in a worried tone.

"But it was so sparkly!" Azelma said.

"Medic!" Marius shouted. Joly and Combeferre both walked over to talk to Azelma, just as Musichetta came running out of the back.

"Guys! Guys!" Musichetta shouted. She had a big smile on her face. "You'll never guess what I just found!"

"Buried Treasure!" Gavroche shouted.
"Buried Tr-Hey, I was gonna say that!" Camille shoved him playfully.

"What'd you find, 'Chetta?" Feuily asked.

"You've guys have got to see this!" The barista said excitedly as she ran back into the kitchen, prompting the rest of the Amis to follow her.

-A few minutes later-

The entire Les Amis society (Plus the Thénardier siblings) stood outside some door in a very old looking hallway. "So, I was cleaning up when I found this secret door, hidden behind the wallpaper! It's crazy-bonkers-creepy you guys!" Musichetta said before opening the door.

The room behind the door was dimly lit (The only light source being a small open window in the back corner of the room), covered in dust and cobwebs, and full of wax figures.

"Whoa, it's a secret wax museum! Right inside the café!" Éponine said in hushed excitement. "Man if only I had a-"

"Flashlight?" Combeferre asked, handing her his iPhone, but it was turned on to its flashlight app.

"Thanks 'Ferre." Éponine said as she started to walk further into the room.

Enjolras followed behind her. "Hmm. William Shakespeare, Lizzie Borden, Victor Hugo. Wow, they've got a little bit of everybody."

"They're all so life like!" Azelma smiled.

"Except for this one!" Grantaire laughed/scoffed. Pointing to a wax figure. "I mean look at it. You can practically see the melting wax on his face." The drunkard/artist then tsked. "This is poor arts men ship, right here!"

"Hello!" The wax figure said.

"AH!" The Les Amis screamed as Grantaire took a few steps back. Éponine shone the light on the wax figure, revealing it to be Henri Hucheloup-now dressed in a black suit, white shirt, maroon bolo tie, brown dress shoes, and a maroon fez with a gold-ish color crescent moon shape thingy on it.

"Heh-heh, it's just me. Mr. Hucheloup!"

"AAAAAAHHHHH!" The Les Amis screamed in fright. Mr. Hucheloup deadpanned. "Ha-ha-ha, very funny."

"Dad, what is this place?" Musichetta asked.

"Well kids, BEHOLD! THE GRAVITY FALLS WAX MUSEUM! Back when this place used to be a tourist trap-"

"Used to be?" Éponine asked but was shushed by Enjolras, Grantaire, and Cosette.

"Anyway, back when this place was called the Mystery Shack, this wax museum used to be one of the most popular attractions. Until my Uncle Stanley kicked the bucket and I inherited the building and turned it into the café we all know and love."

"You know we come here because of the food, right?" Courfeyrac asked.

"And the privacy for meetings?" Enjolras added.

"And because of Musichetta?" Joly and Bossuet asked in unison.

"And because if we didn't you'd probably go out of business so we're really just pitying you." Camille added.

"Anyway! We've got 'em all" Henri said. "Genghis Khan, Sherlock Holmes," Henri paused when he came to the wax statue of Larry King. "And some kind of, I don't know, Goblin Man?"

Éponine shivered. "Is anyone else getting the creeps in here?"

Everyone shook their heads. "No." "Not really."

"I'm telling you 'Ponine, you need a new jacket. You're probably just cold!" Grantaire told the brunette next to him.

"And now, for my personal favorite-Wax Abraham Lincoln!" Henri turned to see his favorite wax statue had melted into a pile of wax glob. "Oh! Oh no! Come on, who left the blind's open? Wax John Wilkes Booth I'm looking in your direction!" Henri said angrily glaring at the wax statue in question.

Which caused Joly, Musichetta, and Bossuet to face-palm. Henri ignored them as he kneeled down to inspect the melted wax. He sighed sadly. "How do you fix a wax figure?"

"Cheer up, Mr. Hucheloup! Where's that smile?" Azelma asked as she threw her arm around the café owner's shoulders.

"Egh." was Henri's reply.

"Beep, bop, boop!" Azelma said cheerfully as she poked him in his face.

"Ow."

Azelma stood up and smiled. "Don't worry, Mr. Hucheloup. I'll make you a new wax figure from all this old wax!"

"You really think you can make one of these guys?" Henri asked.

"Mr. Hucheloup, I am an arts and crafts master! Why do you think I always have this glue gun stuck to my arm?" Azelma asked cheerfully, showing her arm. Before trying to shake it off.

"Has that always been there?" Combeferre asked.

"Yep!" was Gavroche's reply.

"It's true, Mr. Hucheloup! Azelma knits all of those sweaters herself!" Éponine said.

"She's really good!" Cosette chirped in.

"I like your gumption, kid!" Henri smiled. "You've got the job!"

"I have no idea what gumption means, but thank you!" Azelma smiled.

-One hour later-

Enjolras sat at the Les Amis's usual table, reading the newspaper and drinking some coffee. Grantaire, Cosette, and Marius sat with him, drinking whatever beverage they had (Beer for Grantaire, Soda for Marius, and Water for Cosette) and googling whatever they could find about Caesar Cipher Cryptogram's for Éponine.

"HEY GUYS!" Azelma screamed, she had snuck up behind the friends at the table. Startling Enjolras and Grantaire so much that they had choked on what they were drinking, respectively. "What do you guys think of my wax figure idea? She's part fairy princess, and part horse fairy princess!"

"Um… Maybe you should-and this is just a suggestion-carve something from real life." Marius suggested after he saw Azelma's drawing.

"Like a waffle, with big arms!" Azelma said as she drew said figure and then showed it to her friends.

"Y-Okay, that works to…" Marius said uncertainly.

"Maybe you should try something else." Cosette told the orange-haired girl.

"Like a family member! Or a friend!" Grantaire said.

"Or something that actually matters?" Enjolras added coldly. Which earned him an elbow to the arm from Cosette.

"Kids, have any of you seen my pants?" Henri asked, walking into the room, indeed, his pants were absent. He then propped one leg up on the couch and started to exam the room, probably looking for his pants.

"Gah!" "My eyes!" "I'm blind!" "Henri, really?!" Were some of the replies that came from Grantaire, Cosette, Marius, and Enjolras.

But Azelma on the other hand was beaming, eyes sparkling with excitement. She was so excited she didn't see Éponine walk in.

"Hey guys, what's going-GAH! Jeesh, Henri! Give a girl a little warning first, will ya!" Éponine cringed as Azelma turned her back to her friends and glanced up, smiling.

"Oh muse, you work in mysterious ways."

"Guys, why is my sister talking to the ceiling?" Éponine asked.

-The following day-

Azelma took a step back to admire her work, she had stayed at the café all night to finish working on her wax statue. She stroked her chin thoughtfully. The Les Amis and her siblings stood behind her.

"I think… It needs more glitter." She said.

"Agreed." Jehan said. Azelma walked over and grabbed a bucket of pink glitter and then chucked it on top of her wax statue.

"I found my pants but now my shoes are-" Henri said as he walked down to table, now his shoes were missing. It was then that he looked up and saw what Azelma's wax statue was.

It was a wax model of him!

"Ah-AAHHHH!" Henri screamed and fell backward. Thankfully, Combeferre, Bahorel, and Feuily were able to scramble out of the way before he did so. Azelma approached him, a big smile on her face. "What'd you think?"

"I think…" Henri stared at the statue of himself and smiled. "The Wax Museum is back in business!"

-Later that Day-

Éponine, Camille, Gavroche, Musichetta, Joly, Bossuet, Jehan, Marius, and Cosette stood outside on the sidewalk near the café. They watched as Grantaire directed traffic to the parking lot with corndogs. And then take a bite out of one corndog.

"Can any of you believe that the entire town actually showed up?" Enjolras asked as he approached the little group.

Éponine narrowed her eyes at him. "Why is it so hard to believe? Yeah, the man's a liar, but those make good business men."

"I think what 'Ponine means to say is-" Marius started.

"I know what I said Pontmercy!" Éponine cut him off. Glaring at the freckled man slightly.

"I think she means to say that it is a surprise all these people showed up." Marius said. "Hey 'Chetta, did your dad bribe them or something?"

"He bribed me." Musichetta smiled, pulling out a ten dollar bill.

"What? You got ten dollars! I got a five!" Cosette pouted, pulling out her money.

"Wait, he bribed you guys to?" Gavroche asked as he and Camille pulled out their money. Soon followed by Bossuet, Jehan, Joly, Éponine, and Enjolras begrudgingly pulled out some money to. The blonde leader didn't understand why Éponine found this so funny.

Meanwhile, as Henri and Azelma were mounting the stage, Fantine and Valjean approached Javert, who was back on the job and present to make sure the crowd didn't get to wild.

"I'm still surprised that Henri got the entire town to show up." Fantine said.

"I know he bribed the kids, but even he wouldn't stoop so low as to bribe the entire town. Would he?" Valjean asked uncertainly.

"I hope not. I don't know about you, but I really don't want to sign off on Manly Stan when Richard comes to pick him up." Javert cringed at the memory, and the three shuddered in horror at the memory.

"Worst. Easter Sunday. Ever." Fantine said. The two men nodded.

Back on stage, Azelma was practically jumping up and down in excitement. As Henri started the ceremony. "Folks, you all know me! Town darling, Mr. Mystery-Ladies please! Control yourselves!"

Éponine and Enjolras glanced into the audience to see the women of the town looking extremely bored and shook their heads. Musichetta, meanwhile, face-palmed and muttered "Someone adopt me, please!"

"As you know, my Uncle-former owner of this building-had always brought the people of this wonderful town-" Éponine, Grantaire, Cosette, Azelma, Gavroche, and Camille snorted at this. "Novelties and befuddlements that this worlds has never seen! And now, I am here to continue his legacy! But enough about me, behold… ME!" Henri said as he pulled back the curtain to reveal the wax figure of himself.

Meanwhile, Courfeyrac (who had been paid to due sound affects) made a fanfare on a sound affects keyboard before pressing one key a few times, making it go 'YEAH! YE-YE-YEAH!' just as two people in the audience started to clap politely.

"And now, a word from our very own, Azelmanardo Da Vinci!" Henri said enthusiastically as he handed Azelma the microphone.

"It's Azelma." The orange-haired girl said happily as she took the microphone. "Thank you for coming, everyone! I made this sculpture with my own to hands! It's covered in my blood, sweat, tears, and other fluids…"

The audience reacted in disgust while Azelma chuckled. "Yeah… I will now take questions from the audience. You there!" Azelma pointed to none other than Old Man McKinley.

"Old Man McKinley, local kook, are the wax figures alive and-follow up question-can I survive the wax man up rising?" The old man asked.

"Um… Yes! Next question!" Azelma said, pointing to a reporter. The reporter had mud-brown hair, a big pink nose, a light brown mustache and was dressed as a reporter from the 1920's. To put it lightly, he was not a looker. And another thing about this man, one of his shoes had a hole in it.

"Toby Determined, Gravity Falls Gossiper, do you really think this constitutes a wonder of the world?" Toby said as he held up a newspaper and a "microphone".

"Your microphone's a Turkey Baster, Toby." Henri pointed out.

"It certainly is-" Toby started to say.

"Next Question!" Henri said as he pointed to a reporter.

A woman with pale skin, curly, shoulder-length black hair, and big green eyes wearing a white smock, black dress pants, black dress shoes, a silver headband, and a dark-grey jean jacket stood up. "Nina Holchen, a real reporter," The reporter said in a bored tone as she held up a microphone toward Henri. "Your flyers promised free Pizza with admission to this event, is this true?"

Nina held up the poster that pictured a talking pizza (with a Fez on his head) showed a speech bubble with the words 'FREE PIZZA!*' and then below it were the words '*With Admission to The Grand Unveiling at the Café Musian.'

"Yeah!" "I heard that too!" Where's my pizza?!" "What a rip-off!" "Pizza!" "I only came for the Pizza!" were some of what the Les Amis, Thénardier siblings, the Valjean's, and Javert heard as the crowd start to shout angrily and glare at Henri. Éponine and Enjolras exchanged nervous glances before turning their attention back to the crowd.

"That was a typo." Henri said. "GOOD NIGHT EVERYONE!" and then Henri ran as fast as he could, but not before running by Combeferre and Feuily (who were manning the ticket stand) and grabbing the admission fee with him.

The crowd then started to disperse, a hefty man wearing a red shirt that said 'PIZZA!' on it looked ready to cry. One notable outburst was when Manley Stan, who walked over to a tree and with his free hand (his other hand was holding his axe) and punched while yelling "IN YOUR FACE!"

By this time, all of the Les Amis (Plus Fantine, Jean, and Javert and with the exception of Azelma) had gathered in one area, being the only ones left from the entire event (Henri had ran inside).

"Hm… That went downhill a lot quicker than I thought it would." Bahorel said.

Azelma approached them, a smile on her face. "I don't know about you guys, but I think that went well!"

Which caused Éponine, Gavroche, Cosette, Grantaire, Camille, and Jean and Fantine to face palm, Javert and Marius to shake their heads at the girl, and everyone else look at Azelma in confusion.

-Later that Night-

"Hot Apple Pie! Look at all this cash!" Henri exclaimed happily as he counted the money. Éponine, Azelma, and Musichetta were with him while the other Amis and Gavroche and Cosette were downstairs getting ready for a meeting. "And I owe it all to one person!"

Azelma smiled while Éponine and Musichetta nudged her playfully.

"This guy!" Henri pointed to the wax figure of himself proudly. Éponine and Musichetta nudged Henri and sent him pointed looks. "Oh-Oh yeah, you too you little munchkin!"

Musichetta looked at the clock on the nearby wall. "We better get going. Don't want to miss a meeting."

Éponine groaned. "Will Enjolras be there?"

"He's the leader 'Ponine. He'll definitely be there." Musichetta couldn't help but smile. Those two only properly met just about a day ago and already those two already despised each other. Or, it was most likely that Éponine despised Enjolras and Enjolras was just frustrated that he had someone who challenged him (something that really didn't happen all that much. Ok, who the hell was she kidding-it never happened!)

Éponine groaned again, but this time she was a bit louder. Azelma giggled. "R is bringing- you know what-" Azelma's voice dropped down to a whisper when she referenced 3. "You won't even have to talk to him."

"And if you do you can throw a balled up napkin at him!" Musichetta smiled. "He hates it when people do that!"

Éponine thought about it for a moment before smiling. "Ok! I can live with that!"

-An hour later, with Henri in the Hucheloup apartment-

"Well Duck-Tective, it seems that you've really quacked the case!" The actor playing the constable smiled.

The duck playing Duck-Tective on the show just looked at him. "Quack Quack-Quack-Quack Quack, Quack-Quack-Quack." Was the duck's "reply". (A/N: Translation: Don't patronize me, constable.)

Henri laughed "Stupid duck!" before slapping his wax self on the back. If one looked closely, you could see that Wax Henri was leaning against table near Henri's favorite chair. "Well, I'm gonna go use the Jon. You need anything?" Henri asked his wax self. He was meet with silence. "I love this guy! Don't you go nowhere!" Henri smiled as he left to go use the bathroom.

-Meanwhile, with Éponine and the Les Amis-

Éponine tried to focus on reading the vast mysteries that 3 held, but she just couldn't concentrate. Why?

Enjolras.

He just wouldn't shut up! He was still preaching those same damn ideas from last time and it was taking all of Éponine's will power to not walk up and slap that determined look off his handsomely chiseled faced.

"Wait, did I just basically call this dumbass handsome? Oh God-what is wrong with me? I hate him! Well, I hate how he acted yesterday-he was ok and kinda funny those other times. NO! BAD 'PONINE! YOU HATE HIM! But then again-NO-NO! I HATE HIM! I HATE HIM! Wait, did I just have an argument with myself? Jesus, I've been in this town for only three days and I'm already losing my mind!" Éponine thought before returning to the pages of 3.

She was too engrossed in a section of the journal that talked about Height Altering Crystals she didn't notice that the meeting suddenly went quiet. At least, she didn't notice until someone cleared their throat.

She looked up and-much to her immense displeasure-saw Enjolras looking down on her from his position on the table, glaring at her. "I hope you don't mind me asking-"

"I do. Can I go back to reading soon or is this gonna take a while?" Éponine asked in a bored tone as she gestured between her and the marble leader.

Enjolras closed his eyes and took a slow breath-obviously irritated with Éponine. He then returned to glaring at her. "What is in that book that is so important that you can't pay attention to the meeting?"

Éponine groaned and closed 3 with a hard slam before returning Enjolras's glare. "Alright Marble Man-I've got a few things to say and I hope that for the sake of everyone here-especially Joly cause I don't want him to be wasting his time patching you up-that you can pull you head out of your ass long enough to listen."

"Get the first aid kit ready for me, will ya 'Zel?" Grantaire muttered to the orange haired girl who nodded and slowly started to back away from the table. All of the Amis's eyes were locked on Enjolras and Éponine.

"First of all; In case you haven't noticed-which I doubt you have, your head's still pretty far up your ass-I'm not paying attention to this dumb meeting-slash-lecture-slash-preaching-slash-you shoving your beliefs down my throat because I'm not a member of your stupid little club! Only my roommates and siblings are! Get that fucking straight!"

"Wow." Feuily muttered.

"I know, right?" Camille said.

"Second; I'm only here because they-" Éponine gestured to Grantaire, Cosette, Azelma, Gavroche, and Camille. "All but dragged me here. I'm only here because people who have already signed up to support your little rebellion are my friends. Thirdly; One of the main reasons I'm not listening is because-and listen closely- I DON'T CARE! I mean-yeah I want there to be a change-but I want it to be because of someone who actually cares-not someone who is angry with daddy and wants to blow all his money!"

"Now wait just a minute here-" Enjolras tried to protest.

"And finally; What is in this book-is none of your damn business!" Éponine held up 3-but she showed the backside of the book so no one could see the cover. "It was given to me in confidence. It was given to me by someone who trusted me to look after it when he was gone. And it was given by me to read. Therefore, it is my book-and therefore- my business! However, if you're so curious to about what I was reading-" Every time she said 'me', she poked Enjolras in his chest. And when she started to mention what she was reading, she could faintly see those who knew what the book was shake their heads slightly, wide-eyed and frowning in worry. "-I was reading a fascinating section on how you can kill someone with a spoon. And I am oh so very tempted to test that theory right about now." Éponine finished, still glaring at Enjolras.

Now, right at that moment, you could hear a pin drop in the café. Those who knew about the secrets of Journal Number 3 sighed silently in relief while the other Amis-with the exception of Combeferre-stared at Éponine slack-jawed and wide-eyed.

Enjolras on the other hand-was having a different reaction. He had long since lost his glare and had just simply begun to stare at her but after her last little argument-Combeferre noticed-that he started looking at her with a slight expression of awe and wonder. Combeferre also noticed that every time Éponine would poke his chest angrily-his ears would turn a darker shade of pink.

"There's no way that he could-or is there? I'll have to ask Lyn about it when I get home." Combeferre thought.

"Are we clear, Stone Heart?" Éponine asked, still glaring at Enjolras.

It took him a second, thankfully no one but 'Ferre noticed (but he stayed silent), but Enjolras regained his composure and his stony faced glare returned. "Crystal clear."

Then they heard it.

"No! NO! NOOOOOOO!" They all heard Henri scream from upstairs. Everyone exchanged glances before heading upstairs. What they found was Henri crouched down on the floor beside something. He turned to face them. "It's Wax Henri… He's been… M-Murdered!"

He gestured to the now decapitated Wax Henri lying on the floor.

The Les Amis's eyes widened and their jaws dropped as they saw the now decapitated statue just as a clocked bonged, signaling the time. Ten O'clock.

Azelma, not being strong enough to look at her hard work that had just been destroyed, fainted and was caught by Grantaire and Éponine, who exchanged worried glances.

-Half an Hour later-

"So, so I got up to use the Jon-you see-and then when-when I get back-BOOM!-He's headless!" Henri said, explaining the situation to Javert and two other police officers. Officer Casper and Officer O'Riley. Éponine, Grantaire, Azelma, Gavroche, Cosette, Camille, Joly, Bossuet, Musichetta, Marius, and Courfeyrac immediately recognized Office Casper as the one who mocked Old Man McKinley a few days ago during the Gobblewonker incident.

Javert nodded as he jotted down what Henri was saying before turning to the Les Amis. "Now, did you kids hear or see anything suspicious while you were downstairs? Anything at all?"

"Nope." "Not really." "We were kinda distracted, actually." "I didn't see anything." "Does someone who eats all the napkins at Table 5 count?" were the responses that came from the kids.

Azelma sniffled as she knelt down next to Headless Wax Henri. "My expert handcrafting, besmirched. Besmirched!"

Éponine and Gavroche knelt down to comfort their sister as she started to sob quietly into Gavroche's hair as Éponine pulled her sister into a comforting hug. "Who would do something like this?"

"What's your opinion Officer Casper?" Officer O'Riley-A tall, lanky, and pale man with a long nose and short-orange hair in a buzz-cut wearing a police uniform-asked his partner. When he spoke he had a southern accent.

"Look folks, we'd love to help you, but let's face it, this case is unsolvable!" Officer Casper-A short, kind of fat, older African American man with grey hair and mustache wearing a police uniform and sunglasses-told the group in front of him.

"WHAT?!" Henri and the Les Amis shouted.

"You take that back Officer Casper!" Henri said threating.

"Uncle, please, there must be something you can do!" Cosette pleaded with Javert.

"Henri, Cosette I'm truly sorry, but there is nothing we can do at this moment." Javert told them as gently as he could.

"You're-You're kidding right?" Éponine asked as she approached the Chief of Police. "There must be evidence or motives. You know, I could-I could help if you want?"

"She's really good!" Azelma pointed out.

"Yeah, she figured out who was eating all of our tin cans!" Grantaire pointed out.

"All signs pointed to the goat!" Éponine said.

"Oooh! Will ya lookie here, City Girl thinks she can solve this mystery with her fancy computer phone!" Officer Casper said mockingly to Éponine.

"City Girl! CITY GIIIIRRRRRRRLLLL!" Officer O'Riley hollered.

"You are adorable, kid!" Officer Casper laughed.

"A-Adorable?" Éponine asked, her face twisting to one of offense while the other Thénardier children and Grantaire and Cosette exchanged uneasy glances.

"Look, City Girl, why don't you just leave the investigating to the grown-ups, alright?" Officer Casper asked.

That's when they heard static before hearing "Attention all units, Victor is going to fit an entire watermelon in his mouth, I repeat, an entire watermelon!" on Officer Casper's walkie-talkie. This made Javert cringe in disgust.

"It's a 19-98!" Officer O'Riley exclaimed happily.

"Let's move!" Officer Casper said as the two men ran out of the room. Javert approached Éponine-who was now glaring at the now retreating figures of Officers Casper and O'Riley.

"Look Éponine, if you want to try, I'll let you, but I-for once-agree with those two. Just leave everything to the professionals, ok?" Javert said as he left, muttering something along the lines of "Why did I let those two on the force?" as he went. Leaving Éponine to watch them leave in anger.

"Ok, that's it!" Éponine exclaimed angrily before turning to her roommates. "Guys, we're going to find out who did this and get Wax Henri's head back!" She was meet by enthusiastic cheers from everyone except Enjolras and Combeferre. "Then we'll see who's adorable! A-ACHOO!" Éponine sneezed.

"Aw! You sneeze like a little kitten, 'Ponine!" Courfeyrac smiled, which earned him an angry death glare from Éponine.

~June 7, 2013. Gravity Falls, Oregon~

True to her word, Éponine had recruited her fair share of the Les Amis to help solve the case of "The Murder of Wax Henri Hucheloup". Éponine herself had gathered a list of suspects from Cosette and was now studying it intently. Azelma-with Grantaire and Jehan's help-was "Taping off the Crime Scene" with some toilet paper with the words "Crime Scene" written on them. Cosette and Marius were currently outlining the body. And Camille and Gavroche were taking pictures of the "Crime Scene". Musichetta, Joly, and Bossuet just stood off to the side, keeping an eye out for anything Éponine might miss.

"Alright. We've got the body taped off 'Ponine!" Cosette said.

"And we got everything blocked with our… Erm… "Crime Tape"." Jehan said, holding up the toilet paper.

"Ok, Camille, Gavroche, what have you guys have to report?" Éponine asked, never looking up from her collage of all the pictures of the suspects.

"Looking at the pictures that Gavroche and I took-" Camille said as she and Gavroche looked at their pictures. "I'd say we have a crime scene!"

"Where would I be without out two?" Éponine asked sarcastically.

"I'm gonna say… Without a Camera Crew!" Gavroche added.

"OK-moving on!" Éponine said as she stood up. "Wax Henri lost his head and since the police won't help, it's up to us to find it!"

"What'cha got, Pony?" Joly asked.

"First of all, any of you call me Pony again, you'll end up like Wax Henri. Second, as you can see from the list of suspects, there were a lot of unhappy people at the unveiling yesterday. So, I've deduced that it could've been anyone in town."

"Gasp! Even us!" Azelma gasped in shock.

"Hey, in this town, anything is possible! Ghosts, zombies, lake monsters, it could be months before we find our first clue!" Éponine said as she flipped through 3.

"Hey look, a clue!" Bossuet pointed to something by the body. The group all huddled around the body to see what the bald man was pointing at, footprints in the shag carpet.

"Huh, footprints." Cosette whispered.

"That's weird, they have a hole in them." Jehan pointed out.

"'Roche, Camille, take some pictures. 'Chetta, Joly, you guys take some notes!" Éponine ordered.

"Ok, so if the footprints end here, then that means they lead to…" Marius trailed off as he saw Éponine crawl along the floor to follow the foot prints. The freckled man her heard gasp and followed her with the others at his tail. They all gasped at what they saw.

The footprints led to an axe.

-A few minutes later, with the rest of the Les Amis-

Deciding that they needed an expert opinion on this, Éponine and her little group went downstairs to talk to the Les Amis. More specifically, Courfeyrac.

"So, what'd you think?" Éponine asked after Courfeyrac studied the axe for a few minutes.

"Off hand, I'd say this is an axe." Courfeyrac said.

"Where would they be without you, Courfeyrac?" Enjolras asked sarcastically, his eyes never leading his book.

After sending Enjolras a quick glare, Éponine started to ponder this new information. "Ok, the axe was the murder weapon… But what does this mean? Who in this town would use an axe?"

"Yeah, axes as weapons are usually reserved for lunatics, psycho-paths, and lumberjacks." Feuily said.

"Wait a minute… The Lumberjack!" Éponine's eyes widened in realization.

"Of course!" The little group said in unison as the events from yesterday played in their minds. The way the lumberjack punched the tree, how he yelled "IN YOUR FACE!" so angrily, and how he held an axe with his free hand.

"The lumberjack was furious when he didn't get that pizza!" Éponine said.

"Furious enough, for MURDER!" Azelma said.

Grantaire sighed. "You mean my dad, Manley Stan? He hangs out at some crazy-intense biker joint downtown."

"Then that's where we're heading!" Éponine said.

"In that case, we should go with you. That place has quite a reputation and there are safety in numbers." Combeferre said.

"How do you guys know that?" Éponine asked.

"That's where all the Grantaire children have their tenth birthday parties." Bahorel said.

"Yeah, Manley Stan is a prominent figure there. So his kids are probably even more so than him." Enjolras said.

Camille and Grantaire sighed. "Yeah… Anyone want to adopt us?"

"You're dad doesn't seem that bad, at least compared to our ass of one." Éponine said.

"This is so amazing!" Courfeyrac said, desperate to change the subject. "You Thénardier's are like the Mystery Kids!"

"Don't call us that." Said siblings told the flirt sternly.

The Les Amis exited the Café Musian quickly after that, not wanting to waste any more time. And were greeted to the sight of Henri trying to pull a coffin out of the trunk of his car. How he fit it in there is a complete mystery.

"Hey Kids, mind giving me a hand with this coffin? I'm doing a memorial service for Wax Henri. Something small, but classy." Henri said.

"Sorry Mr. Hucheloup, we can't help you right now. We have a big break in the case!" Éponine said.

"Break in the case!" Azelma echoed happily.

"We're heading downtown right now to interrogate the suspect!" Cosette told the man.

"We have an axe!" Azelma smiled as she pulled the axe from Grantaire's backpack. "REE, REE, REE!"

"Hm, seems like the thing a responsible parental figure wouldn't want you guys doing… Good thing I'm not responsible!" Henri said. "Avenge me kids, AVENGE MEEEE!"

-Later, downtown. At the Skull Fracture Pub-

"Well this is the place." Enjolras said as he pointed to a place across the street. Éponine took a quick glance at the Pub and met the glance of the Pub's bouncer. A tall, muscular, African-American man with a unibrow, piercings on his face, and on his head was a tattoo that read 'HEAD' and on his chin was one that read 'CHIN'

Éponine gulped. A bit nervous. Enjolras turned to her. "Ok, say that Manley Stan is the murderer and he is in that building, how are you, your siblings, Camille, Cosette, 'Chetta, and Jehan going to get in. You're all under age."

Éponine once again glared at the blonde leader. "Calm down, Curley-Q, Azelma and I came up with some fake ID's last night for all of us who are under aged. So why don't you just run along Mr. Abercrombie-and-Bitch and we'll meet you inside, M-Kay?"

Enjolras looked at her, a little startled. Normally, she would insult him when he had done something to piss her off. And as far as he knew, he didn't do anything yet. This one sort of just came out of know where. Before he knew what was happening, Grantaire told Éponine "We'll meet you guys inside!" before he and Combeferre grabbed him by his shoulders and just started to drag him toward the Pub.

"Man, I've never seen anyone that mad at someone before." Combeferre mused.

Grantaire nodded as Enjolras turned himself around and scowled to himself. "What did I ever do to her?"

"Besides still being alive at this point?" Grantaire asked. "You kind of made her think that you were some spoiled rich guy who just wants to blow all of your dads' money."

"Which you don't!" Combeferre chipped in.

"And I don't think she hates you, per say-" Grantaire said. "I think she really likes you!"

"Get your head out of the bottle, Grantaire!" with that, Enjolras and the Les Amis members that were of legal age showed their License's and entered the pub.

-Meanwhile, with Éponine-

"Yeesh! That was a little harsh, don't you think, Ép?" Jehan asked.

Éponine huffed in response. "No. No I don't."

"Can we just get this over with?" Cosette asked as she grabbed her ID and read it over. She sighed. "I hope that the bouncer is a lot dumber than he looks."

"Why?" Camille asked the older blonde. In response, Cosette showed the young blonde not only her ID but Camille's as well.

Camille blinked, her face showing no emotion. "You're a very creative person Azelma."

"Thank you!"

"I doubt that was a compliment." Éponine stated blankly, grabbing her card.

-A minute or so later, with the bouncer-

The bouncer grabbed the card that was presented to him, he frowned and handed it back. "Sorry, but we don't serve miners."

The man we was addressing-An ACTUAL miner-just narrowed his eyes at nothing in particular before shouting "DANG'NAB IT!" before spitting and walking away while grumbling.

Éponine and the Merry Underaged Band of Men (Men meaning Jehan and Gavroche and the other girls) approached the bouncer. "We're here to interrogate Manley Stan the Lumberjack for the murder of Wax Henri Hucheloup." Azelma said as she and the others showed their fake ID's before adding in a sing-song voice "Dedledle-e!"

All of them were pretty much the same. A piece of white cardboard cut in the shape of a driver's license and covered in stickers, glitter, a macaroni noodles. The pictures on the ideas had googly-eyes glued to them in place of their regular eyes and fake mustaches drawn on them. Below them were various ages that were between twenty-one and forty-five. And the names on the fake ID's were less than realistic.

For example; Lady Zelmaton (Azelma), Madame Courgette (Cosette), Sir Jehansauce the Cute (Jehan, obviously), Mr. and Mrs. Tinyman (Gavroche and Camille), Musical Chatter (Musichetta), and Épona Frances (Éponine).

The bouncer looked at the ID's before shrugging. "Works for me. Go on in."

"Thank you, fine sir!" Azelma curtseyed before she and her friends walked in. While they did, Azelma nearly tripped over a body that was lying on the floor. She smiled. "He's resting!"

"Yyyyeeaaahhhh… Resting." Musichetta said uncertainly.

"Hey, there you guys are!" Marius smiled as he approached them. "You got past the bouncer!"

"Surprisingly." Cosette muttered under her breath.

"Enjolras and I spotted my dad over by the old Arm Wrestling Machine in the corner." Grantaire told Éponine as he gestured to the corner with his thumb.

"Ok, you, me, and that thing-" Éponine gestured to Enjolras, who frowned after he been referred to as 'That Thing'. "-can head over there and question him. The rest of you, just try and blend in, ok?"

"You got it, Pony!" Azelma smiled.

"I told you not to call me that!" Éponine scolded her sister as she, Grantaire, and Enjolras started to the corner.

As the rest of the Amis and her siblings took a seat at the bar, Azelma walked over to a strong, burly looking man. "Hello there, fellow restaurant patron!" Azelma lightly patted his arm. "Bap!"

In response, the man growled at her.

-Meanwhile, with Éponine, Enjolras, and Grantaire-

Manley Stan was-and still is-the strongest man in town. The only one who could rival his strength was Jean Valjean. But, seeing as how the two were good friends, they never really considered the thought of a strength competition beyond a joking matter. In fact, Manley Stan was putting his strength to the test now, he was playing with an arm wrestling machine and the screen that showed the High Score was dangerously high.

"Hey dad," Grantaire said casually as the three approached the lumberjack. "This is my friend Éponine."

"Manley Stan, just the man I wanted to see." Éponine said as she stepped forward and narrowed her eyes questioningly at the lumberjack.

"So much for formalities." Grantaire muttered to Enjolras who just nodded.

"I'm going to cut to the chase, where were you last night?" Éponine asked.

"Punchin' the clock!" Manley Stan said loudly.

"Oh, so you were at work?" Éponine asked.

"No, I was punchin' that clock!" Manley Stan shouted as he pointed with his free hand to a clock outside.

The two friends (And Enjolras) glanced behind them to see a clock (That had been badly beaten) that read Ten O'clock.

"Ten O'clock… The time of the murder." Enjolras told Éponine flatly.

Éponine frowned. "Ok… So I guess that you've never seen this before?" Éponine asked harshly as she grabbed the axe from Grantaire's bag and pulled it out for the lumberjack to see.

"Listen young man!" Manley Stan said angrily

Grantaire looked at his father with a face that said 'Did you seriously just say that?!' while Enjolras looked at the lumberjack, appalled. Éponine frowned. "Actually, I'm a-"

"I wouldn't pick my teeth with that axe! It's a left handed axe! I only use the right hand, the Manley hand! Hhnnhgg!" With that grunt of Manley effort, Manley Stan split the machine's arm in half and then started to punch the machine.

"Get 'em! Get 'em!" The same cute biker from the lake ran up and started doing the exact same cheer from the other day.

"I'm starting to remember why you moved out, R." Enjolras said as he watched on.

"Seriously, does anyone want to adopt me and Camille?!" Grantaire asked.

"Wait… did he just say left handed?" Éponine wondered out loud.

Enjolras and Grantaire looked at Éponine before exchanging glances. "Is she ok?" Enjolras asked.

"Yeah, that's just her thinking face. She always has it when she's thinking about something on an intense level, kinda like you!" Grantaire said.

"What do you suppose she's thinking about?" The blonde asked, ignoring the last statement.

"Well, my dad just said that this is a left handed axe, and since he's right handed, that means… Oh my god! Enjolras-this means that-"

Grantaire was cut off by Éponine (who hadn't heard a single word of their conversation) gasping in astonishment and throwing her hands up in surprise, which inadvertently caused her to slap the two men in the face. "The murder is left handed! Azelma! Gavroche! Cosette! Boys!" and then she ran back to the group in excitement.

Enjolras grumbled, rubbing the spot where Éponine had slapped him "Why is it that whenever I'm around that girl, I always end up getting hurt?"

Grantaire-who had also been rubbing his face, stopped. "Enjolras, I feel that, until you either get a bruised rib, a sprained ankle, a concussion, or possibly rabies because of Éponine that you have no room to talk." The drunkard then fixed his friend with a nasty glare before following after Éponine. Enjolras rolled his eyes before following.

-Meanwhile, with Azelma and the others-

"Three, four, five, six!" Azelma and the Biker from earlier counted in unison. Azelma gasped as she looked at the piece of paper in her hands. "Your wife is going to be beautiful!"

"Yes!" The biker cheered.

"Azelma, guys, big break in the case! C'mon!" Éponine said as she grabbed Azelma by her arm and pulled her out of the Pub with the rest of the Les Amis in tow.

"But will she love me?!" The biker called out to Azelma as he saw her leave.

-Outside, moments later-

The Les Amis all gasped at the new lead. "A left handed axe!"

"Exactly! So, if it's a left handed axe, that can only mean that our suspect is left handed!" Éponine said as she finished scribbling on a notepad that she shoved into Grantaire's bag earlier. She tore off the paper and then held it out for her friends to exam. "Ok, this is a list of all of our suspects. Manley Stan is right handed. So, that means he's not our murderer. All we have to do is find our left handed suspect and we've got our killer!"

"Oh man, we are on fire today! Pizow! Pizow! Pizow!" Azelma said happily as she made a gun with her hands and pretended to shoot while making fireworks sound.

"What's the plan, Chief?" Marius asked Éponine.

"Chief?" Enjolras asked. "I thought that was what you all called me?"

"Yeah… Don't get us wrong you're still the Les Amis Chief, but Éponine she's… She's the… She's just the chief ok! If you're not ok with that than… well… You'll just have to get over that jealousy." Marius shrugged.

Enjolras stared at Marius, his Marble face showing one of shock. Before he registered one thing, Marius just basically called him jealous of Éponine. "I am not jealous!"

Éponine smirked at him. "Whatever helps you sleep at night." She then turned to her friends with a look of seriousness. "Alright, let's find that murderer." And with that, Éponine fist bumped with Azelma and Gavroche as the Les Amis split up into different groups.

-With Cosette, Marius, Combeferre, and Feuily-

"First up is Old Man McKinley. Good thing he hangs out at the junkyard a few blocks away." Cosette smiled as the approached the old man's home.

"I'd say this is a bittersweet victory." Feuily said.

"Look, there he is!" Marius whispered as he pointed to the old man, who appeared to be petting a miniature crocodile.

"Ok, now how do we get his attention?" Combeferre pondered.

Cosette whistled loudly before the philosopher could come up with and answer. Then she smiled brightly. "Yoo-Hoo! Mr. McKinley, over here!" Cosette called cheerfully as she waved to him.

"Why hello there, little girl!" Old Man McKinley smiled back cheerfully as he waved to her with the same hand that was apparently trapped inside the crocodile's mouth. More specifically, his right hand.

The group sighed sadly. Cosette pulled out her phone. She dialed Éponine's number.

"Alright, 'Sette, What'cha got?" Éponine asked once she picked up the phone.

"It's not McKinley, 'Ponine. He's right handed. Plus, remember that cast he has on that arm! It couldn't have been him!"

Éponine sighed. "I guess you're right."

"We'll meet you back at the rendezvous point later." Cosette said.

"Ok, peace."

"Peace out." Éponine said sadly.

Cosette sighed sadly as she hung up. She turned to the group. "I hope the others are having better luck than we are."

-Meanwhile, with Musichetta, Joly, Bossuet, and Bahorel-

"So, you're plan is to go up to Pizza-Shirt-Guy, dressed as a mail man, and then watch to see what hand he uses to sign for the package-AKA: This empty box we found on the corner of the street?" Musichetta asked skeptically.

"I don't hear you coming up with anything better!" Bahorel said as Joly and Bossuet fixed his hat and fake mustache.

"Alright, let's hope this works!" Joly said as he handed Bahorel the box and the clip-board and pen.

"Here it goes nothing…" Bahorel muttered as he rang the man's doorbell. Soon afterwords, the Pizza-Shirt-Guy appeared at the door.

"Special delivery for… um… Mr. Pizza…men… guy, yeah! Special delivery for Mr. Pizzamenguy!" Bahorel said.

"We're doomed." Bossuet frowned.

"Oh yay! I hope it's my new pizza oven!" The chubby man said.

"Wait, that worked?" The group thought. Bahorel shook his head and then handed the man the clip board. "Just sign here for the package, sir."

Mr. Pizzamenguy smiled happily as he grabbed the pen and clip-board and signed the paper attached to it. Only problem was, he signed it with his right hand.

Bahorel sighed sadly and picked up the box and left, leaving a sad looking Mr. Pizzamenguy behind. Bahorel walked up to his friends. "It's not him guys."

Joly sighed before he pulled out his phone and dialed Enjolras's number.

"Hello?"

"Turns out Mr. Pizzamenguy isn't our murderer."

"Ok… Who's Mr. Pizzamenguy?"

"Just tell 'Ponine that Pizza-Shirt-Guy didn't do it."

"Ok, bye."

"Bye." Joly frowned as he hung up.

"I still can't believe his name is Mr. Pizzamenguy." Musichetta said.

"Yeah, and I thought our names were weird!" Bossuet said.

-Meanwhile, with Azelma, Jehan, Courfeyrac, Camille, and Gavroche-

"Do you guys see her yet?" Azelma asked as she peered down the street.

"Nope. Nothing." Gavroche said as he came back from the other side of the street. "She isn't down Main Street."

"I got the baseball, 'Zelma. Now what are we going to do with it?" Jehan asked as he ran up to the orange haired girl and presented a baseball.

Azelma grabbed the baseball from the poet's hand, not noticing the poet blush as she did so. Azelma turned to Courfeyrac. "Courf, can you throw."

Courfeyrac smirked at Azelma's plan. "Gotcha 'Zelma."

"Guys, look!" Gavroche pointed to across the street where the Angry-Looking-Lady was walking. "There she is."

"Go Courf!" Azelma cheered. Courfeyrac then whistled loudly, gaining the Angry-Looking-Lady's attention, then he chucked the ball as hard as he could across the street.

The Angry-Looking-Lady then caught the ball, with her right hand, and then she crushed the ball in her right hand. She glared at the children and let out a low growl.

The group of friends looked at her in shock. Then, Jehan was finally able to squeak out "Run." And then he grabbed Azelma by the arm-it was her turn to blush-as Courfeyrac hauled up Gavroche and Camille under his arms as the group dashed away. Finally stopping to rest about a block away from the Café.

Camille grabbed her phone called her brother.

"Hey sis, how's it going? Please say you found the guy because we're kind of running out of suspects here." Grantaire said once he picked up the phone.

Camille sighed sadly. "Sorry broseph, Angry-Lady wasn't our murderer."

"I was afraid you'd say that."

"Good luck, bro."

"You too. See-Ya."

"Yeah, See-Ya." Camille hung up. "We're really bad at this aren't we?"

-Meanwhile, with Éponine, Enjolras, and Grantaire-

"Well, this is one of the last suspects on the list. If it's not him, then we've got our guy!" Éponine smiled.

"What's this guy's name again?" Grantaire asked Enjolras, who was holding the list.

Enjolras glanced at the list. "It just says Mikey."

"That's what I heard Cosette call him, you got a better name, Marble Man?" Éponine asked the blonde leader accusingly as she rang the doorbell.

"May I help you?" A man with light brown hair answered the door. The trio's eyes widened as they saw the one thing the proved he wasn't a suspect. Both of his arms were in casts.

The trio looked up slowly at the man before exchanging glances. Finally, Grantaire was able to stutter out an excuse to get them out of here. "I'm sorry, but is this 041198 South Miles Drive?"

"Um… no, this is 199804 North Pulliam Road." The man said.

"Oh, we are so sorry! We must've mistaken! We won't bother you any longer!" Enjolras said quickly as he, Grantaire, and Éponine made their way down his walk-way. Éponine called over her shoulder. "Sorry to have troubled you!"

Once they were down the street a ways, the stopped. Enjolras grabbed the pen out of Éponine's hand. "Turn around, Grantaire." He ordered. Grantaire obliged and Enjolras then used the drunkard as a table so he could scribble out the man's name.

"Well… That could've gone better!" Grantaire said.

"Oh yeah!" Éponine nodded, slightly embarrassed.
"Defiantly." Enjolras said.

"Hey, there you guys are!" The trio heard Azelma call out to him. They all turned to see the rest of the Les Amis approaching.

"Was it him?" Gavroche asked excitedly.

"No! It wasn't him." Éponine sighed sadly. She turned to Grantaire. "Is there anyone left on the list?"

Grantaire pulled the list out of his backpack. He frowned when he realized that the entire front page was filled with people who were right handed (Or non-handed), then he looked down and realized there were two pages. He flipped it over and realized that there was one person left.

"Check this out!" Grantaire said as he handed the brunette the list. Éponine gasped.

"What? What is it?" Camille asked.

"Guys, there's only one person left on this list!" Éponine said as she flipped over the list so the others could see it.

They all (Minus Enjolras) gasped. Then they remembered what they saw from yesterday. This person had a hole in his shoe, held up the turkey baster with his left hand, and the motives added up! Azelma smiled. "Of course, it all adds up!"

Éponine smirked at Cosette. "'Sette, call you Uncle."

Cosette smiled and nodded at Éponine as she pulled out her phone, she turned her back to the group so she have a somewhat private conversation with her Uncle. "Uncle Javert? It's Cosette… We're fine, Uncle. It's just… Well… Remember how you said Éponine could try and solve the mystery… Yes! We did!... Because she wanted to-Y'know what, that's not important! Why?" For the last part of the conversation, you could practically hear Cosette's sly smile. "We found the murderer."

-Later that night, at the Gravity Falls Gossiper Publisher-

Javert, Cosette, the Thénardier sibilings, Camille, Musichetta, the Les Amis, and Officer's Casper and O'Riley were outside. Officer Casper turned to Éponine.

"You know that if you're wrong about this City-Girl, we'll never let you live this down, right?" He asked.

"Casper is right, Éponine." Javert turned to the young girl. "Are you absolutely certain that this is the right guy?"

"The evidence is irrefutable!" Éponine assured the Chief of Police.

"It's so irrefutable, it's crazy!" Azelma said happily.

"I get to use my night stick!" Officer O'Riley said excitedly, holding up said object.

"You ready? You ready little fella?" Officer Casper his friend happily as the two began to cheer quietly and poke each other with their night sticks.

"Ok, seriously, how did these guys get to be cops?" Feuily asked Javert.

"This is a small, town Franklin." Javert said in a monotone voice.

"Ok, on the count of three!" Éponine said. "One… two… Three!"

"YAAAAHHHH!" Officer O'Riley screeched at the top of his lungs as he burst into the building.

"Nobody, move! This is a raid!" Officer Casper shouted.

Toby Determined, the only man present in the entire newspaper printer, screamed and fell off his chairs. "What is this? Some kind of raid?"

"Nerp!" Officer O'Riley smiled as he used his night stick to knock over a lamp.

"Toby Determined, you are under arrest for the murder of Wax Henri Hucheloup." Éponine smiled confidently as she walked over to the reporter, with her sister and the rest of the Amis and Javert at her heel.

"You have the right to remained impressed by our awesome detective work." Azelma said as she and her sister high-fived.

"Gobbling goose feathers! I don't understand!" Toby Determined said frantically.

"Then allow me to explain," Éponine said coolly. "You were hoping that Mr. Hucheloup's new attraction would be the story to save your failing newspaper. But when the show turned out to be a flop, you decided to go out and make your own headline." As Éponine said this, Azelma held up the latest issue of The Gravity Falls Gossiper and Gavroche and Camille held up pictures off the imprint in the shag carpet (the one with the hole in it) and Cosette held up the list of suspects, the one that proved he was left handed. Éponine smirked at the evidence. "But you were sloppy, and all the clues pointed to a shabby-shoed reporter who was caught left handed."

"Toby Determined, you're yesterday's news." Grantaire said proudly.

It was silent for a moment before Toby Determined stood up. "Boy, your knees must be sore, from jumping to conclusions! Ha-cha-cha!" Toby said as he did a little chance before turning to Éponine and saying "I had nothing to do with that murder!"

"AHA! Wait, what did you say?" Éponine asked.
"Did you just say nothing?" Cosette asked.
"Nothing? Nothing at all?" Gavroche asked.
"Come again?" Camille asked.
"Could you repeat that please?" Grantaire asked.
"Nothing? You say nothing?" Azelma asked.

"If you had nothing to do with this murder, then where were you the night of the break-in?" Javert asked.

Toby Determined rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably.

-A few minutes later-

Everyone present at the printer looked at the Security Footage of Toby Determined walking to a closet, he kept checking over his shoulder as if looking to see if he was being watched. Finally, he smiled and opened the closet door. "Finally we can be alone-cardboard cutout of female news reporter Nina Holchen!" Toby smiled as he pulled the cardboard cutout out and start to kiss it, a little too passionately.

"EEEEWWWW!" "YUCK!" "I'M BLIND!" "THAT'S NOT RIGHT!" "ISN'T THERE A LAW AGAINST THIS KIND OF THING?!" were some of the replies that came from the group.

"Time confirms it, Javert." Officer O'Riley said, once he recovered from the video.

Javert sighed. "Well Toby, looks like you're off the hook."

"You freak of nature." Officer Casper added.

"Hooray!" Toby Determined cheered.

"But, but it has to be him! Check the axe for finger prints!" Éponine said, in disbelief.

Javert, although frowning, nodded toward Casper and O'Riley. The two officers started to dust the axe for finger prints. A few minutes later, the Casper turned back to Javert and said. "No prints at all, sir."

"No prints?" Éponine asked no one in particular, she beyond baffled at this point.

"But that's impossible." Cosette frowned.

"Everyone has finger prints." Enjolras said firmly.

"Well, whoever did this, didn't have any at all." Javert said as he placed a hand on Éponine's shoulder. "I'm sorry, Éponine. It appears you were wrong."

Éponine hated being embarrassed. She was just like every other teenager in that sense. So when she felt her face start to grow hot, she just cast her gaze toward the floor and turned her head. Musichetta, Joly, Bossuet, Camille, Gavroche, Grantaire, Marius, Cosette, and Azelma (Who were also quite embarrassed) started to shift uncomfortably and purposely avoid the officers and Toby's gaze. The rest of the Amis just frowned. Enjolras stole a quick glance at Éponine and saw that her face had turned as red as his jacket.

"Hey, I got a headline for you: City Girl Wastes Everyone's Time!" Officer O'Riley told the reporter as he, Casper, and Toby Determined started to laugh.

If it was possible, Éponine's face, Enjolras noticed, turned a shade redder than his coat. Toby Determined smiled victoriously at the group, more specifically, Éponine. "Boy, I'd be pretty embarrassed if I was you."

But, he forgot that the Security Camera Footage from the other night was still playing, so everyone could still see (And unfortunately hear) Toby kissing the cardboard cutout of Nina Holchen. When he heard the sound of himself kissing that cardboard cutout, he started to turn a little red.

~June 8th, 2013. Gravity Falls, Oregon~

It was pretty close to midnight at the Café Musian. The memorial Henri set up for his Wax-Figure-Self had been set in Henri's Parlor. He had convince not only The Les Amis, but also the Valjean's, the Thénardier siblings, Javert, Musichetta, and he had spent a few hours dragging the other Wax Figures into the room.

"Kids, Friends, Lifeless Wax Figures-thank you all for coming." Henri said, tears in his eyes.

"How did our lives get to the point where this is a normal occurrence?" Fantine whispered to her cousin and husband.

"It's Henri, Fantine. We should be used to this by now." Javert stated.

"But we're not." Valjean said.

"Some people say it's wrong, for a man to love a wax replica of himself-well, they're wrong!"

"I'd say there right." Grantaire muttered, and was promptly shushed by Musichetta and Combeferre.

Henri turned to the coffin. "Wax Henri, I hope your picking-pockets in Wax Heaven! I'm sorry, I've got glitter in my eye!" with that, Henri ran out of the room.

"Henri! Henri, wait!" Fantine called as she, Valjean, and Javert followed him out.

"Shouldn't you follow them too, I mean, he is your dad." Courfeyrac asked Musichetta.

"Hey, they've dealt with my dad's blubbering longer than I have. They'll be fine. Right Éponine?" The barista, who looked to Éponine for some support, was greeted by a still sulking Éponine sitting next to her.

"Still upset about yesterday, huh kid?" Grantaire asked.

"Those cops were right about me, I'm nothing but a joke." Éponine sighed sadly.

Azelma placed a hand on her sister's. "Éponine, we've come so far, we can't give up now!"

"Azelma's right, 'Ponine. You never gave up before, why start now?" Cosette asked.

"But I considered everything! The weapon, the motivate, all the clues!" Éponine said as she stood up and walked over to the coffin. "And look-Wax Henri is still missing his head!"

"Great Detectives make mistakes to, Éponine." Enjolras said as he walked up to her. "This "murder" is just really crafty. Maybe it's someone else in town?"

"Like who?" Éponine asked the blonde bitterly. "The murder is left handed-Everyone but Toby is right handed in this town-and they have a hole in their shoe and they have to have no finger prints. No one in this entire world-let alone this town-is left without finger prints."

Following her lead, Enjolras let his gaze shift down toward the Wax Figure. That's when he noticed it. "Why does Wax Henri have a hole in his shoe?"

"All the wax guys have that." Azelma said as she joined the leader and her sister up at the coffin. "That's where the pole-thingy attaches to their stand-dealy's."

Éponine's eyes widened. "Wait a minute, what has a hole in its shoe and no finger prints?" Éponine glanced down at Wax Henri as she felt all the color drain from her face. "Guys, I know you're gonna think I'm crazy, but I think the murderers are-"

"Standing right behind you." An unfamiliar, male, English voice supplied from the back of the room.

All of the Les Amis turned to see Wax Sherlock Holmes, standing without the aid of his stand, glaring straight at Éponine. The others who weren't already at the coffin gasped and quickly backed up toward the coffin.

Éponine's eyes darted around the room as all the wax figures started to come to life. "Wax Victor Hugo! Wax Shakespeare! Wax Coolio?"

"S'up Holmes?" said Wax Figure asked as he approached the Wax Detective.

Wax Lizzie Borden, who was glaring at Feuily (Who was holding her axe), walked over and yanked the axe out of the Fan maker's hand.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!" Azelma repeated as she pressed herself further against the coffin and leaned into Jehan for protection.

"Congratulations, my little amateur sleuths. And now that you've un-buried the truth, now, we're going to bury you!" Wax Sherlock Holmes said coldly.

"What?!" Éponine asked, fearfully, she had unknowingly grabbed Enjolras's arm and the leader hand unknowingly placed and arm in front of Éponine in a protective manner.

"Bravo, Éponine Thénardier. You discovered our little secret." Wax Sherlock Holmes said as he pulled Wax Henri's head out of his coat. He turned to his wax brethren. "Applaud everyone! Applaud sarcastically!" The Wax figures started to applaud, but it was a bit too happily. "Uh no, that's too sincere." The Wax figures began to clap a little more slowly. "There we go! Nice and condescending."

"But-But how is this possible? You're made of wax!" Éponine pointed out.

"Are you… Magic?' Azelma asked mystified.

Wax Sherlock Holmes started to laugh. "Are we magic? She wants to know if we're magic." The wax statue then slammed his fist in between Azelma and Jehan and Éponine and Enjolras. Azelma let out a small cry. "We're cursed!"

"Cursed! Cursed! Cursed!" The other wax figures echoed back.

Wax Sherlock Holmes walked over to the window and stared out at the early morning. "Cursed to come to life whenever the moon is waxing." He glanced over his shoulder and glared at Musichetta (who had begun to clutch Joly and Bossuet in fear) coldly. "Musichetta's Great Uncle Stanley bought us many years ago at a garage sale…"

"A haunted garage sale, son!" Wax Coolio said, startling Marius and Cosette and Camille and Gavroche (who had begun to clutch each other in fear).

-Flashback, many years ago!-

A man who bore a strong resemblance to Henri Hucheloup today stood talking to a short, bald, sweaty man at a garage. "I must warn you, these statues come at a terrible price." The sweaty man said

The other man (Stanley Hucheloup) looked at the price tag. "Twenty dollars?! I'll just take them from ya when ya ain't lookin'."

"What?'

"I said I was gonna rob ya. What're ya, death?"

"And so, the Mystery Shack Wax Museum was born. By day we were the play things of man." Wax Sherlock Holmes said with disdain.

"But when Stanley went to sleep, we would rule the night!" Wax Coolio smiled.

A few years later, Wax Coolio sat at a table (reading a book) while Wax Larry King would play with his hair. Wax Coolio turned to Wax Larry King and glared. "Hey, I told you to stop that."

"Make me!" Wax Larry King said.

Meanwhile, in Stanley's room, Wax Sherlock Holmes, Edgar Allen Poe, and Victor Hugo stood over a snoring Stanley. Wax Sherlock and Victor Hugo leaned in to take a picture of a sleeping Stanley. As the Camera flashed, however, it woke Stanley up.

The wax figures present gasped and quickly went back to normal. Stanley glanced at them before shrugging and falling back asleep. The Wax figures then repeated their previous actions.

"It was a charmed life for us cursed beings," Wax Sherlock said wistfully.

The years passed. Stanley Hucheloup had passed of Natural Causes and left his Mystery Shack to his beloved Nephew and Great-Niece. Henri Hucheloup and a barely Two-Year-Old Musichetta Hucheloup. Gillenormand (At the time an elderly lawyer who was just starting to consider retirement) smiled as he handed Henri some documents.

"Here you are Henri. Complete and utter ownership of this old Shack." Gillenormand then smiled teasingly. "Well, just so long as you are in ownership of this deed."

"So, if someone steals my deed?" Henri asked as he set a now fussy Musichetta down on the floor. She quickly waddled of toward some back hallway.

"Then they hold ownership. But, I doubt that you'll have to worry about that." The old man said.

"DADA-DADA!" Musichetta's toddler cries came from down the hallway. The two men followed the voice and they found Musichetta standing in front of a door. "Lookie!" The toddler pointed into a room. Henri and Gillenormand glanced in there to see the Wax Figures.

Gillenormand wrinkled his nose. "What are you going to do with these?"

"That is… Until Henri Hucheloup closed up shop." Wax Sherlock Holmes growled.

"Seal up this door and begin plans for the Café I'm building. What else?" Henri said as he picked up Musichetta and followed Gillenormand out to the main room.

Eventually, time passed. The door leading to the Wax Room had been sealed up and covered in wallpaper. But, due to poor maintenance, the wallpaper started to wear thin and the door knob eventually fell off. Eventually, Musichetta (Now fully grown) walks by and accidentally kicks the doorknob. Curious, she bent down and examined it, her eyes landed on the hole in the wall as she slowly started to place the doorknob into it.

"We've been waiting for years to get our revenge on Henri for locking us away…" Wax Sherlock Holmes said angrily.

Raising the axe he borrowed from Wax Lizzie Borden, Wax Sherlock Holmes swiped down on "Henri's" head. But, once he got a good look at the head, he realized that it wasn't the real Henri Hucheloup, but a Wax Imitation of him.

"But we got the wrong guy."

Wax Sherlock Holmes glanced up as he heard Henri grumbling on his way back from the bathroom. Cursing under his breath, Wax Sherlock Holmes scooped up the head and dashed away.

-End of Flashback!-

"So you were trying to murder my dad for real?!" Musichetta asked, if it was possible, she seemed to get paler.

"Éponine! Éponine, you were right!" Grantaire said fearfully. He glanced at the brunette to find that she was fearfully holding Wax Sherlock Holmes gaze. "Wax figures are creepy!"

"ENOUGH!" Wax Sherlock Holmes bellowed. The Les Amis shrunk back. "Now that you know our secret, you all must die…"

As soon as he said that, his eyes (along with all the eyes of the other Wax Figures) had rolled back up inside his head and he and his Wax Brethren had started to growl as they slowly started to corner the Les Amis.

"What'd we do?! What'd we do?! What'd we do?!" Azelma asked fearfully.

"I don't know! How the hell are you supposed to fight wax?!" Éponine responded.

As they backed up, Combeferre accidentally bumped into the table that had been left out for the service. He turned, saw the shortbread cookies left out on a plate and, in pure desperation, grabbed a handful and started to chuck some at the Wax Figures.

Picking up on their Guide's lead, the rest of the Amis started to grab what was on the table, food, plates, flowers, vases, picture frames, etc. at the Wax Figures. But it wasn't until Feuily grabbed the open Coffee pot and chuck the liquid inside it at Wax Victor Hugo did the Les Amis realize just how to defeat the Wax Figures.

Wax Victor Hugo cried out "What a world, what a world!" in agony as the hot liquid started to melt him into nothing but a puddle of Wax.

"That's it! We can melt them with Hotty-Melty things!" Azelma said.

Éponine and Enjolras glanced behind them to see that the decorative candles (The ones that required batteries) still standing on the table. They each reached for one.

The Wax Figures gasped as Enjolras and Éponine stepped forward, holding the candles like swords. "Anyone move, and we'll melt you into candles." Enjolras said coldly.

"Decorative candles!" Éponine added threateningly. The Les Amis stood behind them, looking determined.

"Do you really think that you can defeat us?" Wax Sherlock Holmes asked.

"I-I don't know." Éponine shrugged.
"It's worth a try." Enjolras added.
"I'm not-I'm not so sure." Azelma said.
"I guess so." Musichetta shrugged.

"So be it." Wax Sherlock Holmes said. "Attack!"

All Waxy-Hell broke loose. The Wax Figures charged at the Les Amis. Wax Lizzie Borden swings her axe down onto to Cosette and Marius, but the two duck and she accidentally decapitates Wax Robin Hood. The couple run behind her, Marius crouches down as Cosette runs back around and shoves her back. She stumbles and trips over Marius and Wax Lizzie Borden's hand lands into the fire place. She screams before her head melts completely.

Meanwhile, Azelma and Jehan were fending off the attacks of Wax William Shakespeare. He charges toward them, arms outstretched, but Jehan swipes off both of his arms and then pushes forward in an attempt to finish the Wax Poet off. But what he forgot was that Azelma was now left alone and she now had to fight off the decapitated arms of Shakespeare as they tried to choke her. Thinking fast, Azelma backed up against the wall, opened a closet door, and started to slam the Wax Hands in the doorway.

Meanwhile, Grantaire and Éponine had teamed up to take down the Wax Figures. Wax Larry King charged at Grantaire. He glared and swung down the decorative candle that Éponine had given him. "Interview this Larry King!" soon after the drunkard said that, he decapitated the Wax Interviewer.

"AH! My neck! My beautiful neck!" Wax Larry King cried out in shock as his body tried desperately to find its head.

Éponine noticed the Wax Groucho Marx had grabbed her candle and his hand had started to melt. She narrowed her eyes and used her candle to cut him in half. "Jokes on you, Groucho!"

"I've heard of a cutting remark, but this is ridiculous." Wax Groucho glanced down at his hand. "Hey, why is there nothing in my hand?" (1.)

"'Ponine, look out!" Courfeyrac, who was fighting off Wax Edgar Allen Poe, called out. The brunette turned to see Wax Genghis Khan charging toward her. Letting out a quick gasp, Éponine ducked down and rolled out of the way, she watched as Wax Genghis Kahn through himself into the fire.

"Ha, Genghis Khan! You fell harder that the… Fuck, I don't know… Um, Qin Dynasty?" Éponine said unsurely before getting back up to fight again. She turned to see Combeferre trying to fend off Wax Queen Elizabeth II and Wax Richard Nixon charging toward them. Éponine turned to Grantaire. "You go help 'Ferre, I'll take care of Mister Watergate!". Grantaire nodded and dashed over towards the Guide.

Meanwhile, Camille and Gavroche (who had managed to decapitate Wax Coolio) were swinging his head around in a circle as some Wax Figures closed in on them. The whole time, Wax Coolio was screaming: "OW! OW! OW!" and when Camille stopped swinging his head around, Wax Coolio turned to the girl and said "What's up with that?" Gavroche looked up. "Camille, watch out!" the twelve-year-old then tackled Wax John Wilkes Booth and shoved him toward the fire.

Enjolras, who had been fighting Wax Thomas Edison, turned to see the Wax Killer get shoved into the fire and out of his peripheral vision saw Éponine slashing Wax Nixon in the legs as Wax Sherlock Holmes.

"Éponine!"

The brunette turned in time to see the Wax Detective step toward her. Wax Sherlock placed Wax Henri's head on a bookshelf. "Alright, let's get this over with." The Wax Figure said as it grabbed a sword from off the wall.

No!" Enjolras screamed as he charged and try to block the sword from hitting Éponine with his decorative candle. But Wax Sherlock just simply knocked his and Éponine's out of their hands. That's when Wax Sherlock raised the sword above his head and aimed it at the Enjolras and Éponine.

Combeferre and Grantaire, who had just managed to defeat the Queen, glanced over to see their best friends in a tight spot. The two quickly glanced around for anything that they could use to defend themselves. That's when Grantaire spotted it, two fire pokers that there points had somehow ended up in the fire. He grabbed one and Combeferre grabbed the other. Grantaire whistled while Combeferre shouted "Enjolras! Éponine! Catch!" and then the two friends threw the pokers up in the air, and praying to God that they would catch it.

Thankfully, they did. And Enjolras and Éponine used the pokers to block Wax Sherlock's attacks and attempt to make some of their own. But, Wax Sherlock kept advancing on them, eventually cornering them into the back corner of the Café, where Grantaire and Cosette had witnessed Éponine fall a few nights ago.

"Once you pathetic little brats are out of the way, we'll rule the night again!" Wax Sherlock said coldly.

Éponine glanced around frantically in a desperate attempt to look for an escape route. She glanced at the window and saw the first lights of Dawn starting to seep through. "Seriously, it's morning already?! How long have we been- wait a minute, Dawn?" Éponine narrowed her eyes at the window. "Dawn has light, light produces, heat, and heat melts wax!"

Just as Wax Sherlock brought down the sword, Éponine grabbed Enjolras by the wrist and jumped under the Wax Figure's legs. "Don't count on it!"

"Éponine, what are you-?" Enjolras started to ask.

"Just climb!" Éponine pleaded as she threw the window open and started to climb up onto the roof with Enjolras right behind her as Wax Sherlock Holmes shouted after them "Come back here you brats!"

Éponine helped Enjolras onto the roof as the two tried to maintain balance. She glanced behind him to see Wax Sherlock had followed them. "Ok, everything is going as planned. I just need to get him into the sun when it starts to rise. God, I hoped this works."

Enjolras, following her gaze, turned to see the Wax Figure approaching, his face set in a deadly glare. He placed one arm in front of Éponine in a protective manner as he fended off Wax Sherlock's attacks. Éponine took one step back and nearly lost her footing. She let out a tiny cry and Enjolras dropped his poker to help Éponine try and help her regain her balance.

Wax Sherlock scoffed. "Do you two honestly think that you can outwit me?! I'm Sherlock Bleeding Holmes! Have you seen my magnify glass?! It's enormous!"

Ignoring him, Enjolras grabbed Éponine and led her away from the Wax Figure and to the other side of the roof, which was basically the roof of the Hucheloup household. Sliding down the side of the roof, Enjolras led Éponine to behind the chimney.

"Why are we-?" Éponine asked but was shushed by the Marble Leader as he pointed behind him. Éponine's eyes widened in understanding. Moving quickly and quietly Éponine and Enjolras glanced around one side of the chimney. They saw nothing. His breathing still a bot shallow from the adrenaline rush that had just happened, Enjolras slumped against the chimney as Éponine let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding.

That was until they heard someone clear there throat.

Éponine let out a small scream as Wax Sherlock used his free hand to yank her to her knees by grabbing hold of her hair roughly. Enjolras started to get to his feet, but Wax Sherlock used the swords handle to club him on the head before he kicked Enjolras square in the chest, sending the leader tumbling backwards and gasping for breath. Wax Sherlock seized this as an opportunity to pin Éponine down on the ground, and to make sure she didn't try and escape, the Wax Detective placed a foot on top of her chest.

Wax Sherlock Holmes raised his sword. "Any last words?"

Éponine heard Enjolras cough out something, but she couldn't hear it. Éponine was officially starting to freak out, at least that was until she saw the sun finally starting to rise. Éponine let a small smile appear on her face. "Got any sunblock?"

"Got any-? What do you-?" Wax Sherlock asked, confused. That was when he noticed the shadows start to appear on ground. To get a closer look, Wax Sherlock released Éponine and took a step closer to the edge of the roof, allowing the brunette to roll free and to rush over to check on the Marble Leader.

Wax Sherlock Holmes saw the first lights of sun start to appear. He dropped his sword. "No. It can't be." It was then he slowly starts to melt.

"You know, letting us lead you out here," Éponine stated breathlessly as she helped Enjolras to his feet. "Probably wasn't your sharpest decision."

"Outsmarted by a woman in tight pants! No!" Wax Sherlock cried out as the sun continued to rise, which in turned caused the Wax Statue to melt quicker. All the while, Wax Sherlock cried out things along the lines of "Fiddle Sticks!" or "Humbug!" and "It's a total kerfuffle! What a hullabaloo!" Eventually, everything but the face had melted.

"Case: Closed!" Éponine said proudly as she wiped her hands together, causing the dust that was on her hands to fly up into her nose. "A-Achoo!"

"Ha!" Wax Sherlock Holmes still functioning face laughed. "You sneeze like a kitten! Those police men were right! You're adorable! Adorable!" Those were Wax Sherlock Holmes's last words as his melted body fell of the edge of the roof and on to the ground below.

Enjolras and Éponine wrinkled their noses at the sight. "E-Ew!"

-Meanwhile, with the Les Amis in the parlor-

Somehow, they managed to do it. Without Enjolras or Éponine's help, the Les Amis managed to defeat the Wax Figures. Leaving only the melted Wax on the floor, a few spare limbs lying around, and Wax William Shakespeare's head left.

"Though our group be left in twain, man of wax shall rise again!" Wax William Shakespeare's head said as he watched Azelma and Jehan threw the leftover wax limbs into the fire place.

"That was pretty good!" Jehan smiled.

"Yeah," Azelma said as she picked up the head. "Do you know any limericks?"

Wax William Shakespeare looked up at the orange-haired-girl nervously. "Uh… There once was a dude, from Kentucky-"

"Nope!" Azelma smiled cheerfully as she tossed the head into the fireplace. She turned to face the Les Amis. "I think we got them all guys and girls… And Marius."

"Hey!"

"But wait," Feuily spoke up. "What about Wax Sherlock Holmes?"

"I don't think we'll have to worry about him." The Les Amis turned to see Enjolras and Éponine standing in the doorway, smiling tiredly.

"'Ponine! Enjolras! You're ok!" Azelma said as she ran forward to hug her sister. "You solved the mystery after all!"

Éponine smiled at her sister as she reached up and grabbed Wax Henri's head. "Well, I couldn't have done it without my sidekick."

"No offense, Éponine, but you're the sidekick." Azelma said gently.

"What?" Éponine asked. "Says who? Are-Are people saying that?"

"Hot Belgian Waffles! What happened to my parlor?!" The Les Amis turned around to see Henri, Javert, Valjean, and Fantine standing in the door way. Staring at the puddles of wax in confusion.

"Oh, dad! Don't worry, it's nothing serious!" Musichetta said.

"Yeah, it's just that your Wax Figures turned out to be evil." Courfeyrac shrugged.

"So we had to fight them to the death!" Cosette smiled.

"I decapitated Larry King!" Grantaire smiled as he raised his hand.

Valjean, Fantine, and Javert stared at the kid before Fantine laughed, albeit a bit nervously. "You kids and your imaginations!"

"On the bright side, look what we found!" Éponine smiled as she handed Henri his Wax head.

"My head! Ha-ha! I missed this guy!" Henri smiled at Éponine. "You done good, girly!"

"Why thank you, Henri." Éponine smiled proudly. That was when the little group in the parlor heard Sirens outside. They all headed over to the window and saw Officer's Casper and O'Riley in a squad car, parked outside. Officer Casper smirked at Éponine.

"Solve the case yet, City-Girl? I'm so confident that you're gonna say no, that I'm gonna take a long, slow sip from my cup of coffee." Officer Casper then proceeded to do just that.

Éponine smirked right back at him. "Actually, yes, I did!" then showed the police officers the head.

"Blu, blu, blu!" Officer Casper started before he spit out his coffee onto Officer O'Riley's face.

"AAHH!" Officer O'Riley screamed as he spit the coffee back out an on to Officer Casper's face.

"AAHH!" Officer Casper screamed and repeated his friend's actions.

"AAHH!" Officer O'Riley screamed as he repeated his previous actions.

"It burns! It burns!" Officer Casper screamed
"My eyes!" Officer O'Riley screamed

The two officers then drove off as the rest of the group laughed at them (Even Javert and Enjolras chuckled a bit) and Henri even chipped in by laughing "They got scalded!" as they heard a crash.

Enjolras turned to Grantaire. "Did you guys get rid of all the Wax Figures?"

"I am ninety-nine percent sure that we did!"

"That's good enough for me!" Éponine smiled at the two boys as she and Grantaire high-fived. Enjolras frowned slightly.

"Damn those dimples!"

-Meanwhile, in the vents-

Wax Larry King's head (The only Wax Figure to survive the massacre) smiled evilly at the forms of his murders. Then, he started to laugh. "Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha! Huh?" Wax Larry King noticed the rat that was next to him in the vent. "So, you're a rat. Tell me about that."

In response, the rat just ripped off his ear and started to run.

"Hey! Get back here!" Wax Larry King called as he started to hop after the rat. "I'm hopping! I'm hopping after a rat that stole my ear!"

-Later that night, with Enjolras-

Enjolras fidgeted a little bit before entering the store. The bell above the door alerted the cashier to his presence.

That cashier was Fantine. She smiled at the man. "Enjolras, what are you doing here?"

"Oh-I'm just here… Well I was thinking that-Is Éponine here?" The leader asked.

Fantine raised her brow before smiling slightly. "Yeah. Yeah just give me a second."

Enjolras nodded as Fantine left. The leader glanced down at the red gift bag in his hand and his attire. He had changed into a black t-shirt, denim jeans, and some sneakers. But he wasn't wearing his beloved Red Jacket. Enjolras squirmed a bit before he heard someone clear his throat.

He turned to see Éponine, in her usual attire, standing in front of him. Her hands folded behind her back. "Your hair's wet." Enjolras said stupidly and immediately started to mentally kick himself in the butt for it.

Éponine raised a brow. "Yeah. That's what happens when you take a shower."

"Oh, right."

The awkward silence engulfed the two and made them feel like it was five hours instead of five minutes they stood in silence. Finally Éponine pointed to the bag Enjolras held. "What's in there?"

"A peace offering."

"Huh?"

"Look, Éponine, you and I don't really see eye-to-eye. But if we keep going at each other's throats like we have been, neither one of us will accomplish anything."

"I'm listening."

"So, I heard Grantaire say that you need to find a new jacket, and I have another jackets at my house, so I figured, why not start over?" Enjolras handed her the bag. Éponine frowned and pulled out Enjolras's red jacket.

"Enjolras, I appreciate you trying to make amends, and I agree with you! I just can't accept this. I don't take charity."

"Then don't think of it as charity. Just think of it as a gift from a… What would I be called here? I'm kind of new at this apologizing thing."

Éponine smiled. "Combeferre talk you into this."

"He talked me into this, he told my sister, and my sister shoved me out the door and told me to go apologize. The jacket was my idea though."

Éponine smiled. "Ok… I'll take the jacket for now, but it's still yours and you can take it back whenever you want. Ok?"

Enjolras nodded. "Yeah, ok."

"I'm gonna put this bag away and then try on this jacket." Éponine smiled as she started to fold up his gift bag and set it behind the counter.

"Éponine?"

"Yeah?"

"That was pretty clever this morning, leading that Wax Figure onto the roof like that. You saved us back there."

Éponine blushed as she reached for the bright red jacket, "Hey, you would've done the same."

Enjolras only nodded. A few seconds later, Enjolras heard Éponine ask him "How does it look?"

His eyes widened at the site of Éponine in his Bright Red Jacket. "You-You look… It look's good! Um… Red…"

Éponine giggled. "Thanks. I was hoping it looked that way." She then frowned. "Enjolras, you don't look so good. Do you want me to get some water or something?"

Enjolras raised his brow. "Um... No, I-I should be fine-"

But Éponine stepped forward and placed a hand to his forehead. He didn't realize how hot things became until he felt her cool hands on his head. "Dude, you're burning up! Are you sure?"

"Yeah!" Enjolras's voice cracked as he stepped back. "I-I should be going. It's my night to cook dinner."

"You cook?"

"Does ordering pizza count?"

Éponine laughed as Enjolras made his way toward the door. But before he left he turned to her. "Will you be coming to the meeting tomorrow?"

Éponine smiled. "Yeah. Yeah, I'll be there."

"Thank you." And with that Enjolras left. Just as he made it to his car, he turned back to watch Éponine close up the shop for the night. He would never admit this to anyone, but she looked even cuter in his red jacket then she did when she sneezed.

-Meanwhile, at the Café-

Azelma, who had come to the café to show Musichetta some sweaters, looked at herself in a mirror and frowned. "Hey, 'Chetta, what do you think? Sequins? Or Llama hair?" the girl asked the barista asked as she held up each sweater.

It was then that Wax Larry King hoped by in a nearby vent. "Llama hair. Llamas are nature's greatest warriors." And then hoped away.

Azelma smiled. "Thanks 'Chetta!" and then ran out the door happily.

Musichetta, who hadn't even been listening, looked up from the book she was reading, glanced around, shrugged and went back to her reading.

1): Groucho Marx is known for his infamous cigar thing. But U.S. TV regulations say you can't include cigars and stuff unless it's important to the plot. That's why that was included in the episode. I figured I'd put that in there and explain it.

Woo! Done! Ok, so I'm gonna start working on the next chapter tonight and try and get it out as soon as I can (Because the next one is based off one of my FAVORIE episodes of Gravity Falls) but it might take a while because starting tomorrow is Hell Week for my school's drama club. We're putting on the show Anything Goes and opening night is this Friday! Holy Shit people I'm nervous!

Anyway, I'd like to say thank you and tickles to my friend Brightcloud0195 for her OC Nina Holchen. Sorry that you got Toby Determined following you around buddy!

Also, did anyone else catch Mabel's Guide to Life Week? Loved it! Anyway, I'll get the next chapter out as quick as I can! Now, I've got a baby shower to go to! See-ya!