Calling the Shots

Chloe

Notes:

Just added another chapter, no biggie. :)

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Chloe risks it and goes to the penthouse without a heads-up to Lucifer. They're partners, so she assumes it's alright.

The Detective finds her soon-to-be ex-partner asleep on his couch. Looks like he hasn't changed his bloodied outfit yet. She does a quick check of the place to search for Eve and didn't find the first woman. She deems this as a perfect opportunity for that apology.

Chloe lightly squeezes Lucifer's forearm to let him know she's there. He wakes up from his slumber and graces her with a quick smile.

"Ah, Detective. Fancy seeing you here." The Devil sits up as she takes a seat beside him.

"How are you feeling?"

"I started feeling better the moment Maze got me out on the street. Funny, that."

"I wanted to make sure you're okay," The blonde pauses and presses her tongue against her cheek. Her eyes are glossy and she is clearly fighting with herself in order to get her next words out. "About that event being our last case, I just wanted you to know that I understand how you're feeling,"

Lucifer nods and replies, "For what it's worth, Detective. I think I got my closure."

Chloe bobs her head, still fighting the tears that threaten to fall down any second. She wonders what closure he's referring to, and she's dying to ask but she doesn't. She didn't think it would matter. All she knows now is that she lost him.

"I'm so sorry for almost falling for Kinley's ruse,"

"Detective —"

"No, just hear me out," She holds up a finger, "I'm really sorry. I should have known better."

"Apology accepted, Detective." Chloe smiles at that, even though in heart, she knows she's not worthy to be forgiven at the moment.

"Well, I better get going."

After what seems like an eternity, she finally gets the courage to bid him goodbye. He presses her hand a little more firmly when she offers it up for a handshake as if a deal has been made. Perhaps, a deal to never cross paths again.

Chloe holds on for a few extra seconds before retracting her hand, She really wanted more than a handshake, maybe an embrace, but thought she didn't deserve it. So off she goes into that elevator as the ex-consultant follow her gaze.

The Detective hated this part more than anything.