"You sure you're good to be back?"
"I'm fine." Chloe waved her hand. "It was only minor injuries."
"Well, if you need a minute to sit down or something at all, just let me know."
"Thank you." She smiled at me while continuing to walk. I was glad the car accident she'd been in was minor, but I saw how the squad car looked after, and it worried me. "Hey, Ella."
"Hey."
"All right, any ID on the victim?"
"Uh, yeah, his name is-"
"That's Wesley Cabot." Lucifer stated while looking at the body.
"What? How do you know that?"
"How do I know- Star of the Body Bags movies. Eighth-degree black belt, absolute icon in the action genre. I adore his work." Lucifer went over to the posters on the wall.
"It's just a bunch of people pretending to punch each other."
"It's much more than that, Detective, it's a chance to escape your reality for a moment." Lucifer scoffed. "Some people need that. Also, ninjas and tons of nudity in the first three, so...."
"There it is."
"Okay, you look me in the eye and tell me you don't enjoy action movies." Lucifer rose his eyebrows at me, and I looked him dead in the eye.
"You know damn well I can't do that."
"Ah-ha! See, Detective? Even the Imp gets it."
"Excuse me?"
"Oh, don't take it the wrong way. I'm complimenting your tastes. Maybe you really are more than a brute."
"Lucifer, don't make me hit you."
"I take back what I said. Still a brute."
"He had a drug problem, right?" Chloe asked Ella while completely ignoring Lucifer and I.
"Well, only if you consider ingesting millions of dollars worth of cocaine a problem. I call it a Tuesday, but apparently, it's frowned upon. Yes, and no studios would hire him anymore." Lucifer waved his hand.
"Hm. No wonder he resorted to teaching karate in Hollywood."
"Yeah."
"Looks like he was living here."
"And I thought I fell a long way."
"Okay, so body temp's cooled five degrees." Ella spoke up. "So that pegs time of death around 7:00 a.m."
"Doesn't look like there's any money missing. No forced entry. It's not a robbery. What's the cause of death?" Chloe asked while going through the victim's wallet.
"Dude was hit with a nunchuck statue, that's the first for me." Ella picked up the evidence bag with the bloody statue in it. "'The Golden Nunchuck Award for Best Fight Sequence, 1998.'"
"Do you think the statue came from the box?"
"Yup, it's got all of Wesley's Body Bags 4 swag, memorabilia, contracts. Once I get all this back to the precinct, I'll see what I can find."
"Lucifer, what are you doing." I sighed when I saw him lay down next to the body with his phone raised.
"For the Insta."
"....Insta?"
"Social Media." Ella said.
"Lucifer!" I snatched the phone from his hands.
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Fanfiction[18+; Use an age indicator in YOUR BIO to confirm you're 18+ if you want to follow/comment or you'll be blocked for safety purposes] Detective Sobieski has an open mind, but isn't a believer in the righteous almighty. However, they start to question...
