I.O.U.

The First Favor

"Do you really think if you died anyone would notice?"

A sharp slap to your face jerked your head to the side and you tasted blood. You barely managed to sit up from where you lay on the cold ground.

"No one's going to save you." An angry voice laughed cruelly.

The man raised his fist, ready to strike you once more.

You jerked awake, sitting up from where you had fallen asleep on the couch. Your eyes wildly scanned the room, as if you were expecting the man from your dream to be standing there.

'Nightmare.' Your mind corrected.

Swinging your legs over the side of the couch you paused a moment, simply sitting there in silence. A tired sigh escaped your lips, and you stood, eyes drifting over to the clock on the wall. It was five a.m. and you decided to forgo trying to fall back asleep.

You seemed to run on autopilot as you went about your morning routine. The memory that dream had provoked seemed to replay in your mind like a song stuck on repeat. You shook your head grabbing your keys as you hurried from your house, slamming the door behind you.

~

You walked out of the coffee shop, cup in one hand and phone in the other. You fully intended to spend your weekend doing whatever the hell you pleased. It wasn't like you had any prior engagements to worry about.

That is until an all to familiar name flashed on your screen. You were s bit surprised to be honest, you hadn't heard from him in a while. With your curiosity officially spiked, you smiled and slid your thumb across the screen.

“Good morning Lucifer, and what does Old Scratch have in store for me today?”

He chuckled slightly at the name.

“Something I’m sure you’ll find thrilling my dear.”

Your smile only grew.

“Well now you have my full undivided attention.”

“Lovely, then I need you to occupy the LAPD’s time while I look into something.”

You raised an eyebrow at that as you waited to cross the street.

“And why do you need that?”

“I need to look into something, without the Detective there to-”

“To make you venerable, got it. But how exactly am I suppose to keep her and half of the LAPD busy?”

You made it to your car, and held your phone between your cheek and your shoulder. Rummaging through your back as you half listened to what Lucifer was saying to you. Why was it so difficult to find your keys?

“By resisting arrest of course.”

You frowned at that and pulled the phone away from your ear to stare at it. You were beginning to think the last time you dropped it broke it.

"I'm sorry Luc, I don't think I heard you right, can you say that again?"

He sighed, dramatically, and you rolled your eyes.

"I need you, my dear, to resist arrest from a few officers."

You frowned as you shoved your key into the lock on your car door.

“Resisting arrest? For what?”

“Ah yes I buried the lead, well Detective Decker has received an anonymous tip that you are connected to her current case. Nasty business really.”