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Nothing good ever started with Penelope Decker uttering the phrase “So I saw this documentary…” This weekend was no exception. The former Vampire Queen had discovered minimalism and was now determined to rid herself of as many of her belongings as possible. There were three sections for sorting: Keep, Give Away and Storage. The keep pile was respectable, however the give away was practically empty and the Storage pile was enormous.
“Mom I know Lucifer said you could store things at the club but I don’t think he expected this many boxes.” Chloe pulled down another Rubbermaid tote that had long ago lost its label. A veil of dust followed and made her sneeze. “Besides, I thought the whole point was to be getting rid of what you don’t need.”
“Well, I know but I’m finding it hard to think that we might never need this stuff again.” Penelope held up a tiny knit bonnet with a huge ribbon dangling down. “I mean what about when Trixie has a baby, don’t you think she’ll maybe want this?”
“IF” Chloe said with extra emphasis “Trixie has kids she may want A family heirloom.” she peered into the box and gestured with her hand. “Not 40. Pick your favourite and then donate the rest.”
“But it’s so hard to choose!” Penelope started outlining when each outfit had been worn or what specific memory every pattern brought to mind. She droned positively in the background as Chloe continued the excavation of their past. While stopping to nod or toss a positive murmur whenever it seemed there was an expectant break in the story, the younger Decker spun a nameless rubbermaid tote to look for clues. She found a bright pink sticker with a smiling yellow rabbit. Underneath the adorable looking cartoon was written the phrase “I’m not mean, I’m just right.”
Chloe knew exactly what was in this bin. This was the bin that 16 year old Emo Chloe lived in. She pulled off the lid with a satisfying pop and was met with a sea of black.
“And you have to admit it is always handy to keep a few different looks around. You never know what event you might get called to attend” Penelope finished her explanation as Chloe brushed her hand against a studded belt. A smirk crossed her face as an idea came to mind.
“You’re right Mom, It doesn’t hurt to be prepared.” Chloe closed the tote again and slid it to the mark on the floor that said ‘Keep’
MY DETECTIVE
Suspect arranged the meet. Beach Diner, 5 pm.
LUCIFER
Pick you up at 4 then?
MY DETECTIVE
Too Obvious. I’ll go in ahead undercover.
LUCIFER
Playing the stranger are we? Haven’t done that together yet. Do I get to woo you with my former devilish charms?
MY DETECTIVE
BEHAVE
MY DETECTIVE
At least until the cuffs are on.
LUCIFER
There’s a first, you usually love me misbehaving when handcuffs are involves ;)
MY DETECTIVE
Make the offer, send him out back for Dan and Cacuzza to deal with and then we’ll talk about misuse of county equipment. xoxo
Lucifer discovered a long time ago that whoever arrived first had the advantage when it came to deals. He arrived at the diner fifteen minutes before their scheduled meet and sat himself in a corner booth near the back door to wait for their mark. An email from Lux distracted him until the bell above the front door signalled a new arrival. It wasn’t their suspect, but it was someone Lucifer knew very well.
He watched as a woman walked in, Long black hair with bangs and tinted glasses obscuring her face. She was dressed head to toe in black from her tank top and lean cut leather jacket all the way down the her jeans and combat boots. She adjusted her fingerless gloves and made her way to the counter.
Nope, Lucifer could not handle this right now. He glanced at his watch and figured he had just enough time to sort her out before things went off course. He walked over and saw her looking at a menu, her Ankh necklace dangling over the laminated pages.
“Now usually I would be thrilled you decided to spend your day off in my presence darling but I’m going to need you to pop off before you ruin all my hard work.” She opened her mouth to object. “I know you wouldn’t do it on purpose but you and your siblings never make my life easier when you come around. Amusing, yes, but never easier. if you leave now I promise I’ll take you for a nice dinner-“ She lowered her glasses and where her expected to see eyes as dark as the night sky, he was met with a very familiar and pissed set of blue. “Detective! I didn’t recognize you!”
“Apparently not but you certainly thought I was someone.” She asked arching an eyebrow.
“Well to be honest darling, in that get up your look like Death.”
“Gee thanks!” Chloe huffed insulted.
“No I mean literally!”
“Lucifer I know what Azreal wears and it is nothing like this.”
“Not Azreal, She’s the Angel of Death. I’m talking actual Death.”
“Death is a person?!” Chloe asked again before a buzzing in her pocket reminded her that they had more to worry about than a case of celestial mistake identity. “Ok this is a later talk, get back there before you blow our whole cover.”
Chloe tossed the black wig on the bar top and Lux and smiled in thanks as one of the full time bartenders slid a mojito in her direction. she took a sip as she ran her fingers through her hair to make it more presentable and less itchy.
“I never did get a chance to ask you where you got that off-brand ensemble.” Lucifer approached resting his hand on the left side of her stool so that his arm surrounded her he stood on her right.
“ I found it when I was helping Mom clean out the attic.”
“Ah the infamous Hot Topic years!” Lucifer grinned.
“Yeah well it kind of backfired when I ended up dressing exactly like your ex.” Chloe said disappointed.
“Oh no no, not an ex.” Lucifer couldn’t help the visceral reaction. “More like a… favourite colleague? Nothing there but mutual respect.” Chloe believed him. She would have even if he wasn’t honour bound to tell the truth. When it came to Lucifer, she could read him like a book. She rewarded his patience with a light, promising kiss.
“I thought it was very sweet how you were so concerned about the case.” She said quietly, not pulling back all the way.
“Well of course, I told you I would behave until the cuffs were on.” He leaned closer for another taste. “Can’t be letting celestial shenanigans get in our way.”
“And now?” She asked with another small kiss, she was keeping them short knowing that it would drive him crazy.
“Now, I believe it’s time for you to show me exactly what is hiding under that tank top because I can’t imagine it leaves much to the imagination” He leered and held out his hand to help her off the seat.
Once they made their way to the stairwell arm in arm, another hand with fingerless black gloves grabbed the abandoned drink and took a sip. Death watched as the elevator doors opened, and Lucifer pulled his miracle into his arms for a passionate kiss as the doors shut behind him.
She finished her drink, grabbed the discarded wig from the bar and made her way out into the LA evening whistling a happy tune.
After all, it wasn’t every day you saw the Devil fall in love.