Ed Nygma x Reader Imagines - Part 2
For the anon that wanted a part two of my first imagine. Link is right here for part one.
You had been watching Edward Nygma from your previous encounter with him. You had tried not to, finding no reason to want to watch the forensics expert. But he was interesting.
Firstly, he seemed to go mostly unnoticed by the members of the GCPD. You could see him from the reception desk, just wandering around. Always watching. Always listening. It was… odd.
But you were begining to notice that ‘odd’ might as well have been synonymous with Edward Nygma.
Secondly, he seemed to be around Kristen Kringle a lot. It wasn’t abnormal for for groups of men to be surrounding the GCPD record keeper. Kristen Kringle always had a lot of men around her; thirsty officer in want of whatever female they can grasp on to.
Ed Nygma seemed different to the other men - Officer Dougherty and Offficer Moore especially. Not that officer Dougherty would be bothering Kristen any more. No one had seen him in days. But Ed seemed more sincere with his intentions towards Kristen Kringle than any of the other men at the GCPD were. Of course, you couldn’t know for sure. Mr Nygma could want to bang her brains out and never call her again like the officers wanted to.
That idea irritated you.
Fingers drummed against your desk, pulling you out of your thoughts and towards the willowy man that stood before you. You smiled as Ed Nygma watched you curiously.
“The more of me you take, the more of me you leave behind. What am I?” His face shined when he asked riddles, smile wide and eyes dancing with intelligence. You thought about it for a moment, but ultimately shrugged. Ed grinned and leaned forward. “Footsteps.”
You chuckled under your breath. “Is there a reason you asked me that riddle, Mr Nygma?”
“It’s ten o’clock.” He said simply. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. Ed rarely spoke with such simplicity. He usually stumbled over his words, giving long and winded answers instead of small sentences. “You usually get coffee from the coffee machine in the staff room at ten o’clock. I thought I would accompany you this time.”
Without saying a word you rose to your feet, fighting the wide smile that threatened to break through our facade of nonchalance.
The walk to the staff room was in silence, Ed and you walking side by side with your eyes in front of you. Almost like you didn’t know each other. But when you entered the empty staff room you immediately sunk on to the lumpy sofa and watched as Ed switch on the old coffee machine and set out two mugs; his regular question mark mug along with a plain white one for you.
Ed’s eyed met yours as the heat forced the hot coffee to drip from the filter, black and aromatic. You smiled at him and he quickly averted his eyes.
It made your stomach knot itself, the thought that you could have made him uncomfortable. He was weird and said random things, but you were begining to consider Ed Nygma a friend. And the thought of anything you said or did makeing him awkward made you want to slap yourself.
So you quickly changed the subject.
“Do you think Officer Dougherty actually left like everyone is saying, Ed?” You couldn’t help but notice Ed’s body tense at the question. He exhaled shallowy and met your eyes, gaze reminding you of the malovent looks you commonly saw on crime drama when the psychopath’s intentions were finally revealed. Cold, dark and unforgiving.
“Of course, Ms (Y/L/N),” He said dryly, “Why would you think otherwise?”
You shrugged. “Too much television I would pin it down to.” You laughed, but Ed remained fixed on you. You could feel his eyes burning into your skin with the intensity behing his attention. You frowned at him. “Are you feeling okay, Ed? You seem… tense.”
“Fine.” Ed shook his head loosly, lips muttering incohertent words before he straightened out. Ed smiled at you. “Excuse me while I go sort out the coffee.”
You tried not to think about how odd Ed was acting. When you went back to your desk you occupied yourself with paperwork instead of watching the antics of the forensics expert. You didn’t question him more on it during your more-often-than-not daily coffee breaks. And you didn’t pay much mind to the sudden disappearance of Officer Tom Dougherty.
That is until Kristen Kringle also decided to pack her bags without a word,
Not sure about the ending, but I hope you enjoyed. Feel free to send me prompts or requests.
Also, can anyone think of an actual name for this imagine? In case I want to write more.
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