His Only x. Lucifer Morningstar

23.

23. attempt

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"Detective!" Lucifer shouted as he ran into the police station. "Chloe!"

Detective Decker looked up from her computer as a disheveled Lucifer ran up to her. "What's wrong, Lucifer?"

The Devil himself could hardly breathe as he stared at the Detective. "It's...It's-"

"What is it?"

"It's Delilah. She wasn't home," Lucifer spit out.

Chloe looked up at Lucifer for a sign if he was lying or not. "Lucifer, calm down. She's probably at the store or out to eat. There's a low chance she's in danger," Chloe told him in an attempt to calm his nerves.

"No, Detective. You don't understand. She's not answering any calls or messages. Taylor-"

"Who's Taylor?"

"Delilah's best friend. Keep up, Detective. Taylor said she hasn't heard from her either. I don't say please often but please, Chloe."

The only thing Chloe saw on Lucifer's face was pure worry and concern. She knew he was serious when he said her name. She knew Delilah was in danger. "Okay, we'll help. Just...just breathe." She stood up from her desk. "Dan! Get Ella and meet us in the conference room."

Dan shot up from his desk and moved to get Ella. "No, Detective, we don't have time for this! We don't need to strategize. Just find the bastard for me and I'll take care of it," Lucifer called out to Chloe who had already moved to the conference room.

"Lucifer! We can't let you go in swinging. You'll get yourself hurt!" Chloe shouted at him.

Lucifer's nostrils flared. "You and I both know, Detective, that I won't get hurt."

He was right. Chloe saw it. The way he could come out of a burning building burn free. The way he could get stabbed and pull the knife out of him. "I can't let you go without backup," she said. Dan and Ella came into the room. Ella's face wore nothing but distress as she watched Lucifer pace back and forth while arguing with Chloe.

"What's going on?" Ella asked, coming up to Lucifer. She placed a hand on his.

"Delilah. She's missing. She's gone. She's in trouble," he answered.

"Oh, Lucifer...," Ella said, feeling sympathetic for the man. She could see that he really cared for her and the feeling was mutual with Delilah.

Lucifer leaned on the table and closed his eyes. He tried to remember anything that could help him find Delilah. He looked up at Chloe. "Can we go through records from another police station?" He asked, suddenly remembering every little detail that Delilah had told him about her past.

"Like the station downtown?" Dan asked.

"No. In New York City."

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Delilah's head pounded when she woke up. To her, it felt like someone was pounding a hammer to her skull that made her vision blurry and her whole body weak. It took her a few minutes to come to and when she did, she had no idea where she was.

She looked up and down and around. She wasn't tied up anywhere. She was in a bedroom. The bed she had been laying on was tucked away in the corner of the room. It wasn't nasty or dilapidated. If anything it was...clean. It looked like a normal bedroom. Delilah sat up in bed and swung her legs over the side of the bed.

Her first instinct was to run to the door. With quick movements, she made an attempt to open the door but found that it was locked. She felt defeated but she didn't lie back down. Delilah walked around the room, eyes scanning every single item and self and surface and corner. She ran her fingers along things and found no dust. There were a few books on a shelf with a few pictures that were very obviously stock photos but placed there to look nice.

An overwhelming feeling of dizziness and light-headedness came over her and Delilah had to sit down on the bed. Even though she felt weak, her mind was in overdrive. She realized that she had been kidnapped and she knew who had her.

She didn't know where she was. She didn't know if anyone had even noticed she was gone let alone looking for her. She could die here. Had a knock not come to the door, Delilah would've had a panic attack right then.

The door unlocked and creaked as it swung open. A tall, muscular, slightly overweight man stood in the doorway, a sardonic smile stretching across his face. He wore utility clothes, recently cleaned of every substance that had gotten on them a few hours ago, with big boots.

"Michael," Delilah breathed out.

"You're awake, darling. And you remembered my name. Guess it's all coming back to you now, huh?" He said. With quick and confident strides, he carried a tray over to where Delilah was sitting. "Dinner time."

"I'm not eating that," Delilah said with a scoff.

Michael's hand reached out to Delilah's face but she landed a harsh smack across it.

"Don't touch me."

"You've gotten feisty, sweetheart."

"Years of PTSD will do that to you, asshole."

Delilah didn't know where her newfound confidence came from but suddenly her body felt stronger. She hypothesized it was a rush of adrenaline but left it at that. Michael looked away for a second and Delilah took it as her chance to run away. She stood up quickly, kicked Michael directly in the bulge of his pants, and sprinted off towards the opened door.

Delilah wasn't stupid by any means. She was vigilant. Clever. The years of experience from working around crime scenes gave her knowledge that she wasn't sure when she'd be able to use. She slammed the door shut behind her and found that it locked from the outside. Michael's screams and shouts could surely be heard from miles away.

Around Delilah was a large concrete basement that had been soundproofed. A stairway was in the corner of the room. She took a chance and ran for it. A door was at the top of the case and Delilah thought this might've been her escape. She would be safe. In her daze of excitement, adrenaline, and fear, she didn't hear the pounding footsteps from behind her.

Delilah's hand barely turned the doorknob before two hands wrapped around her waist and threw her down the staircase. Her head hit the concrete and she swore she heard a crack come from her head.

Her body fell limp again and her eyes slowly closed. The last thing she felt before completely passing out was arms wrapping around her frame and walking her back to the room she was just locked up in.

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im gonna be honest i cant remember if i gave delilah's attacker a name earlier or not so please tell me if i did ????? anyways im sorry these updates are taking so long please bare with me