"Oh, poor bees." I said while looking at the busted-up hive box.
"Misha!" Ella hopped up to give me a big hug.
"Imp...." Lucifer was giving me a look as if he was shocked to see me.
"How's your rib? The fracture all healed?"
"Yup. All good to go." I nodded. "So whatcha got so far?" Gesturing at the body in a beekeeping suit, I glanced over and saw Lucifer still staring at me.
"Right. So our victim is a 55-year-old beekeeper named Bob Goldbach. Cause of death....honey scraper to the neck." Ella said while reenacting the scenario with the scraper in an evidence bag. "Gnarly thing, right? Who knew beekeeping was kind of badass?"
"Did he fall on the hive?" I pointed, and Ella shook her head.
"It's possible Bob caught the killer stomping on his poor bees, and they fought."
"Any witnesses?"
"None. But Bob's wife, Lenore, is over there." Ella pointed the woman out.
"Thanks. I'll go talk to her." Nodding, I then walked across the field between hive boxes. "Lenore? Hi. Are you okay to answer a few questions?"
"Of course." She nodded.
"Did you know of anyone that could have wanted to hurt Bob?"
"No one hated Bob. He was a gentle soul." She sniffled. "He never even raised his voice." Lenore then glanced away, and I followed her gaze to see Lucifer standing right next to me while still staring.
"Uh.... Just go on."
"I, um.... I can't imagine...." She kept glancing at Lucifer.
"I'm sorry. Excuse me for a moment." I grabbed Lucifer's arm to drag him away. "What are you doing?"
"Are you....okay?"
"Yeah?"
"Where did you go?"
"....Home." I looked at him like he was an idiot. "Lucifer, I've been on medical leave. I told you that."
"You actually didn't."
"I texted you how the bullet fractured my rib. You know....when I got shot. Vest kept me alive, but not without damage." I scoffed.
"Yes, well, my phone was broken in the scuffle, so I wouldn't have gotten that message." Lucifer was still making that face as I owlishly blinked at him.
"Lucifer, did you get a new phone?"
"Yes."
"New number?"
"Yeah."
"I'm gonna hit you. I thought you were ignoring me this whole time! Why didn't you tell me you got a new number?"
"Ignoring you? I thought you were....processing what you saw." Lucifer shifted on his feet. "Are you okay with what you saw?"
"What-"
"Are you okay with me? Are you afraid? Terrified? Do you want to yell at me? Punch me in the face?"
"Well, I already knew you're the Devil, so...."
"Yes, but knowing is very different than seeing."
"I'm fine, Lucifer. Seriously. Though, you might want to have this conversation with Chloe when she gets back from England. She didn't already know when she saw your face."
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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...
