Insanity ✓ Edward Nygma

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Isabelle quickly runs to her father, who talking with Jim. "You asked for me?" She asks caughting her breathe.

"Yea, we need to look up what this translates to," Jim hands her a piece of paper. She looks at it and it reads; Extra urbem ad sinum Miror per Akrakam montis cacumen arboris mortui.

Latin, it was in Latin - of course. She looks up at them. "It's Latin," she says.

Her father raises a brow at her. "You know Latin?" Never once did she mention Latin or spoke it.

"Yes I took it in junior high, not to mention, I spend my free time learning it more willingly, but my mind is a bit fizzy, I gonna go to the library or something to check this out," says Isabelle looking the Latin words.

"Don't bother, we have a one here," says Jim. "Right down the hall from your office and to the left," he says. Isabelle looks at him and mutters a thanks before walking away. Jim and Harvey watched as she walked off. "How are her threapy lessons going?" Jim asks Harvey.

"It's getting hard for her tell anyone, anything of what happen that night Alice died, I mean they were best friends and even some here question Isabelle - if she did kill her, but I know my little girl. She isn't a killer," Harvey hisses, whispering.

"I'm not saying that Harv," Jim protests.

"She's just under stress," Harvey says.

•••••

Isabelle found the library on her own. She searched for the Latin books but she couldn't find anything. She walked up to the Keeper of their books. It was an older woman with grey hair and her eyes filled with gentle joy and wisdom. "Excuse me?" Isabelle approached the older woman, who slowly looked into Isabelle's green eyes.

"Oh you must be Isabelle, Harvey's daughter? I remember your mother, beautiful woman indeed, you look just like her, head to toe," Isabelle felt uncomfortable about her talking of her mother as she never met her. But muttered a thanks in a good polite manner even though it made her wanna cry. "What I do for ya, sweet heart?" She asks.

"I need a latin translate book," Isabelle says. The older woman nods and get up to look for it. It was only them two, so it don't make sense as to why Isabelle heard voices whisper to her.

"Isabelle......"

She looked around calling out the older woman's name, no respond. She shrugs it off and waits.

"Isabelle!"

Now she knew she heard something. She looked slowly behind her, staring the never ending library as it seem to stretch on and on for miles, but in fact it was a never small place. Her green eyes widen, what was she hearing?
Was it about the grief she held for Alice? Or was it her going mad?

"Isabelle here you are dear," the older known known as Mrs Hudson smiles handing her the book.

"Thank you Mrs Hudson," smiles Isabelle​ before leaving the tenseful place. The whole place gave her an uneasy feeling. Her stomach turned and the voice echoing in her mind. She was walking down the hall back to her office when she bumped into a wall, or in reality - someone's chest. Her book and their files went everywhere. Isabelle panicked and squeaks," I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry. I didn't see where I was going." Isabelle Bullock was a badass girl, but in all reality, she was the biggest softy ever. She goes back and picks up all the papers and files.

"It's okay Isabelle, I wasn't looking either," Isabelle recognized the voice of Ed. She was relieved it wasn't her father or someone else. He picked up her book and looked at it. "Interesting, you like Latin?" He asks as she stood up holding all of his work.

"Uh yea, I even know archaic Latin." Isabelle blushes upon his shocked face, a sense of pride waved upon her. Whereas Ed was shock and almost envious and lucky?

"You know archaic Latin?" He asks, his face lit up like a child on Christmas - matching Isabelle's face when he got  her the Sherlock book.

"I got bored with classical Latin," she shrugs, innocently smiling at him. He scoffs playfully looking down then back to her. "Can I have my Latin book back?" She asks pointing to the book that Ed held.

"Sure, but you have to teach me Latin," he grins cheeky.

"Deal, but you have to teach me more riddles," she says smiling wide as they exchanged her book and his files.

"It's a deal."