It was Supposed to be Us

Three

POV-Athena Grant

Since the goal was to not raise Bobby's suspicions, we had to try to investigate without letting him know what we're investigating. Which, at least for me, is easy. And since Reyes has never worked a murder before, walking him through this one will be fun.

"Bobby," called the attention of the teenager as I approached him. "Can I ask you some questions?"

The boy nodded.

I led him into the other room.

"I have to record what's said," I told him, setting up a tape recorder. "Policy."

Bobby looked nervous, but nodded.

"Ok, Bobby," I started the interogation. "What's your full name?"

"Robert Shaw," he asnwered confidently.

"What was eaten for dinner?" I asked, assuming it was something they ate since Reyes said there was food in the kitchen.

"The boys had pizza, hotdogs, and cheesecake, I think," he explained.

"What did you have?" I asked.

"A salad," Bobby shrugged. I raised an eyebrow at him. "I'm vegetarian."

"Did you make sure everything was cooked properly before serving it?" I asked the teenager, who was avoiding all eye contact and wouldn't stop fidgeting with his hands.

"Yes," he replied. "Everything was cooked thoroughly."

"Do you mind if we take some for forensics?"

"Why is forensics needed for an accident?"

"It's just routine, Bobby. Don't worry about it."

The boy nodded, I ended the recording and joined Reyes by the front door.

At this point, investigators had been called to set up a crime scene. Bobby looked absolutely horrified, as he should be if we're right.

POV-Alex

Ever since our hug, Reggie hasn't spoken a word. This gave me time to overthink and I'm really missing Reggie's voice right now.

I can't get my mind off Willie. Will I be able to see him again? What will happen if he can see me and we can talk, but I can't touch him? Can ghosts and alive people even be in relationships? I had so many questions.

Reggie and Luke had curled up on the couch. Luke was watching and listening to everything going on around us and Reggie had fallen asleep on Luke's shoulder. At least we can do what we all do best. Sleep. Well, what we do best other than play music.

Me, however, I couldn't stop moving. I was walking back and fourth and back and fourth.

"I think he's practicing his model strut," Reggie suddenly whispered.

"He's so nervous it's almost making me nervous," Luke replied.

"Ok," I replid, a little annoyed. "You guys know I don't handle change well. Alright, death? That was a change. Then we're ghosts! Ok? Another change. And. And then I can't be with Willie. Big fricken change!"

"Yeah, but it's a good change!" Luke tried to cheer me up. "Now we can get back at Bobby and never get in trouble. Come on, you gotta be down for that!"

"I mean, yeah, who wouldn't be?" I asked. "All I'm saying is. . . You know, I want to figure out why."

"Forget why!" Luke stood up. "I say we kick some living butt."

Reggie stood up next to Luke. "Yeah, totally. Like, think about it, with us dead, I could get Bobby caught."

"Hey!" Luke got Reggie's attention. "We could get Bobby caught."

"Dude. I'm so much cooler than you," Reggie argued with Luke as I started pacing again. "AND I learn things the fastest."

"Well you don't gotta be so mean about it," Luke sounded genuinly hurt, but I wasn't listening.

"And we're on the runway again," Luke pointed out after he stopped bickering with his boytoy.

"Ok, I'm sorry," I apologized to my best friends, not sure what for, though. "Alright, I just. . . I gotta go clear my head."

I walked over to the front door after walking through everyone in the room. It felt weird, but for some reason I didn't mind. Everytime I tried to grab the door knob, my hand went through it.

I tried twice before Reggie said, "Dude, you're a ghost. Just walk through the wall."

"Don't tell me how to ghost!" I practically cried in frustration.

I ran through the door and down the street.

POV-Luke

Alex fled from the house, leaving Reggie and I as the only two ghosts here. Reggie sat back down on the couch and grabbed my arm, pulling me back to him. He wrapped both his arms around mine and rested his head back on my shoulder. I smiled as he nuzzled his head as close as he could get to me. I kissed his hair and stared at the wall in front of us.

I was reading the names of the first responders here. Han, Wilson, Vega, Strand, and Gillian were the paramedics. And Grant and Reyes were the cops. Those were all the ones who were first on scene. The forensic was named Lopez. She seemed cool. Very up-beat and happy. I liked her. She came with a cop named Decker who was now working with Grant and Reyes. Sadly, I don't know any of their first names. Yet. I get the feeling Reggie and I at least will get to know these people very well.

Reggie started snoring next to me, which I thought was the cutest thing ever. Even though I know he's probably only sleeping as a stress reliever. Which, honestly, I think we all need. I shifted Reggie so he could lay down with his head in my lap. I ran my fingers through his hair and a small smile appeared across his face.

It's weird, I know we're dead. We're not even leaving imprints on the couch, like we're not there at all. Yet, I feel alive with Reggie in my arms. Everything still feels right even though I'm literally staring at my body, which is covered with a white blanket looking thing. As dead as I am, I only appear dead. But I'm still alive.

Now it's just convincing Alex and Reggie to feel the same.

Authors note: Yes. I know. Another fanfic mixed in. I needed a forensic and there isn't one in 911 or 911 Lone Star. I'm not including anyone else from Lucifer. Only Ella Lopez and Chole Decker. And yes, I could've just made up a new person. I thought about it, but I don't want to come up with names. Because whoever I came up with would've been Lopez with a different name. Sorry not sorry.