Kneel

Case 2

  Sitting at the booth that was mostly in the dark, I hardly paid attention to the loud music or the mostly naked dancers scattered about the bar. I was alone, but that was simply because Chloe was at home still recovering while spending time with her daughter. My own injury had yet to fully heal, but I didn't need to bandage it anymore, and it was looking as if it'd leave a definite scar over my brow and part of my forehead.

  Quickly dropping my head down, I tried to avoid the club owner seeing me as he walked by. I saw him watch a woman walk past, but then he met with some man and shook his hand. I took a photo to later run the man's face through facial recognition just to see if he was clean or not.

  After the whole ordeal with Jimmy, Chloe and I did quite a bit of digging on our new....friend and found some rather interesting things.

  A glass was suddenly set down in front of me, and I lowered my phone.

  "Sorry, but I didn't order this." I stated while looking at the blood-red drink with a little umbrella stabbed into a cherry.

  "Courtesy of the owner."

  "This is from Lucifer?" Glancing up at the woman, I took note of her rather slim but strong-looking figure and the small scar on her left brow.

  "He asked me to make you something you'd like. Did I get it wrong?" She tilted her head, and I was wondering how she had guessed I liked cherries.

  "You and Lucifer seem pretty close." I stated while leaning back and resting my arm on the back of my seat.

  "I followed him through the gates of Hell." She leaned against the edge of the circular table, and I nodded.

  "I'll take that as a 'yes', then." The woman chuckled and plucked up the little umbrella to eat the cherry on the end before walking away. "Rude." Sighing, I looked at the drink before realizing the loud music had stopped, and a piano was now softly playing. The atmosphere of the club completely changed as everyone took a seat around the center of the room to just listen and enjoy the tune while calmly conversing amongst themselves.

  Raising a brow, I licked my lips before getting up and walking over to casually lean against the piano.

  "Hello, Detective." Lucifer sighed before turning to me. "How has your undercover surveillance of my activities gone so far? I actually almost didn't recognize you with the breasts and glasses."

  "I'll be blunt, I checked your background. Your name really is Lucifer Morningstar. And, oddly enough, you didn't even exist until five years ago, which is clearly impossible seeing as you're not really a toddler."

  "On the earthly plane, no." Lucifer replied after taking a drink.

  "People don't just appear out of thin air. Who are you?" I leaned closer while dropping my voice. "How did you come out unharmed when Jimmy had a gun?"

  "Is that your normal reaction to someone saving your life and your partner's? Investigating them?"

  "You piqued my curiosity, so I went looking for answers."

  "Oh, interested in me, are you?" Lucifer smirked. "Well, I've given you the answer, Detective. It's not my fault you won't accept it. Do you know what I think?"

  "There's absolutely no telling what you think."

  "I think you like me."

  "What part of the look on my face gave you that impression?"

  "No, no, no, it's not about the face. It's about your eyes, what's behind them. I think you see something that you truly desire, and you....you don't know what to do with yourself, do you?"