Touched By An Angel( A Lucifer Fan-fiction) DISCONTINUED

Chapter Five: You're Not God, Jimmy

Lucifer and I walked to the edge of the crowd outside of the movie shoot.

"Excuse me? Excuse me, can I just-"  Lucifer came up behind me, putting his hands on my waist and pushing me through the crowd.

"Excuse me! Excuse me. Ah, excuse me. Thank you."

"Hey! Hey, sir!" I stopped, but Lucifer walked right in front of the camera, the car crashing and sliding inches from his feet.

"Who the heck is this guy?!' The Director demanded. "What the heck are you doing?!"

"Sorry, he's with me." I said, flashing my badge. Chloe ran up beside us. Lucifer turned and looked at the man getting out of the car.

"That's not Grey Cooper."

"No, of course not. What the heck is this?!"

"We need to talk to Mr. Cooper." I told him.

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"Gosh, Delilah, yeah, heard about that this morning. I can't believe it. We did a movie together last year. Got pretty close."

"Lovers?" Lucifer asked.

"Friends." He corrected.

"Friends who were lovers?" I put a hand on his chest, stopping him.

"Settle down, we'll handle the questions. Mr. Cooper, when did you last have contact with Delilah."

"Well, actually, I just have one more question before you proceed with the boring ones. Tell me, Mr. Cooper, what do you want more than anything in this world? What's your deepest, darkest desire? You close your eyes, what do you see?"

"I'm the President of the United States of America." I laughed, covering it up as a cough when they looked at me. Lucifer smirked at me.

"Well, who's the Devil now, eh?" He muttered. I rolled my eyes.

"Those are some pretty big aspirations there, Mr. Cooper." He chuckled.

"Well after the acting and stuff."

"No, no need to be embarrassed. Heck, if Arnold can do it, right? Now you wouldn't want any nasty secrets screwing that up for you, though, would you?"

"Is there a point to this?"

"Allow me to cut to the chase, Mr. Cooper, were you having an affair with Delilah?" I asked.

"Honey..." His wife came over in a crop-top tank-top and a pair of work-out pants. "Have you been getting my texts? I thought they were breaking you for lunch like a half hour ago." She looked at us. "What's going on?"

"These people are detectives."

"Real ones?"

"We have some questions about Delilah.' Chloe told her.

"Oh. Oh, yes it's so sad."

"Yeah, very sad." I looked at the watch on his wrist. The same watch the drug dealer had on.

"That's a beautiful watch, Mr. Cooper. Where did you get it?" I asked.

"Oh, it's a prop."

"No, that's the one Delilah gave you, isn't it? For Time Will Tell?" His wife told him.

"Right...that's the movie that we did. It was a warp gift."

"So, did the whole crew get a ten thousand dollar watch?" I questioned.

"Uh, no. Just me, as far as I know. 'Cause we were, you know, co-stars and everything."

"You know you're gonna have to get much better at lying if you're going to be president." Lucifer told him.