Be My Serial Killer?

Chapter 1

A/N: I got this idea from a marvellous fanfic from @Fallen-Archangel. Seriously, her michifer fics are awesome, go read them.
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"Agent Novak, do not engage. Wait for back-up, you don't know what's in there. I sent a team, they're about 3-5 minutes away." Chief Henriksen's voice came through Lucifer's radio in his ear.

He was lying next to a row of bushes that lined the front yard of a house they'd been watching for weeks, waiting for anything suspicious. The FBI had a few pieces of info about a nationwide drug cartel, and they all seemed to put that house at the centre of the scheme.

Lucifer's partner, Michael Milligan, had been given time off work to heal from a bullet wound from the first time they watched the house together. He was probably sitting back at their apartment, waiting for him to get home. Michael had no idea what Lucifer was doing today, and Lucifer knew that if Michael found out, he'd never hear the end of it.

"Okay-dokey boss, whatever you say." Lucifer muttered back, his tone light even in the tense situation.

"Remember, keep it professional Novak. This may be the last chance for us, and your partner's not here to real you in."

Lucifer frowned for a few seconds, remembering what had happened last time they did this. "Got it boss, no-one's getting shot this time. Not on my watch."

"That attitude's what I'm worried about. People get shot in this job, they know what they were getting into when they signed up, but you can't try to stop it. Keep that 'big brother' attitude on a tight leash."

Lucifer grimaced, knowing and hating that he was right. "Sir, yes sir!"

"Don't mock me, Novak. The team's almost there, I want you to sneak around to the back and they'll go the the front and work their way through. Make sure no-one leaves. We're trying to be non-lethal today, but kill if you need to." Henriksen's voice was as grim as the sky.

Lucifer pushed himself into a crawling position and peered through the bushes. Once he figured out a rough plan to get to the back yard, he started moving. Contrary to popular belief, Lucifer was better at this, the spying and sneaking, than shooting and all the action. Michael always joked he'd be better at spying that the Black Widow.

Lucifer shook himself out of his thoughts and focused on moving silently behind the bushes. He considered what he was doing a sort of art; you had to have the perfect variables to get the perfect result. One stick break, one false movement could destroy the illusion he was putting up. Lucifer knew that the men by the door didn't want a fight or disturbance, so even if he made small mistakes or they somehow heard his movements, it was easy to make them believe it was just the wind.

After he reached the end of the bushes and the end of the left side of the building, he peeked around the back corner and scanned the area. It was surprising sparingly guarded, for which he thanked whatever deity was watching out for him.

"I've reached the back; just waiting on your signal to take out the two guards by the door. How far away is the team?" Lucifer asked, eyeing the young looking men holding menacingly black guns that seemed to be bigger than his head.

"Good, team is about 30 seconds away. When you start hearing action in the front, I want to to come in. Wait before you do so to see if the guards will stay or leave."

Lucifer started nodding before realising he couldn't see him. "Copy that Chief. They look rather young and naive, they'll probably run." He didn't get a response, but knew Henriksen had heard him.

A few seconds later he heard shots coming from the front yard. Lucifer looked over at the two (666 words lol) guys in front. "Three, two, one," He silently counted down, smirking when they ran through the door to help. "Checkmate." Lucifer thought before running into the yard, adrenaline pulsing through his veins in anticipation.
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"Honey, I'm home!" Lucifer yelled sarcastically as he stumbled into the apartment him and Michael shared.