Obey Me- Lucifer X Reader [FINISHED]

London Trip- Chapter 20

     Lucifer stepped out of the bathroom, adjusting his clothes a little bit. I went into the bathroom and got ready as well.

     "Anyway, what was it you needed to tell me?" Lucifer asked as I stepped out of the bathroom.

     "Oh, erm..." I started.

     Do I tell him about the murder or apologize?

     No reply again. I'm on my own.

     "Detective Williams called. Apparently there's been another murder by the Demon of London. He suggested that we get there quick." I said.

     "Oh, sure. Let's get going." Lucifer said, swiping the car keys off the counter.

     "O-oh, erm, okay." I stammered, following him out the room and to the car.

     We both got into the car and Lucifer started driving.

     "Oh, hey, sorry about yesterday." I said.

     "It's alright, if anything, I'm to blame." Lucifer said, not taking his eyes off the road.

     "No no no, don't put that on yourself, I should've told you sooner." I said.

     Lucifer fell silent.

     "Have you... told Diavolo?" I ask. Lucifer exhaled.

     "Whether or not I tell Diavolo is entirely up to you." Lucifer said, glancing my way.

     "Oh, well..." I murmured, looking down and fiddling with my hands. "I don't really know if it matters now, because he hasn't said anything since last night." I said sadly.

     "Hey..." Lucifer started. I turned to looked at him.

     Lucifer smirked, leaned across the car, and kissed me again.

     After a beat, Lucifer pulled away looked out the windshield. My face was pink and full of shock.

     "Anyway, we're here." Lucifer said, his face pink as well. I chuckled and stepped out of the car. We both walked into the station and started walking towards Detective Illian and Detective Willaims. They were both crouched over a table, looking at evidence. Watson 1 looked up and noticed the two of us.

     "Oh, I was beginning to think that my two "helpers" gave up." Watson 1 said, in his usual 'I don't care about you' tone.

     "Yeah, yeah. Anyway, who's the victim, and what seemed to have been the cause of death?" I ask, resting my arms on the table and looking down at the papers.

     "Noah Evans, 26 years old. He was shot couple times." Illian said. His voice was smooth and soft. It was almost calming but I nearly jumped back in suprise.

     Detective Illian actually TALKS!?!?

     A woman in a lab coat walks to Watson 1 and sets down a bag.

     "We couldn't find any DNA, again. Whoever this guy is, he's good." She says. She walked off and I looked at the bag.

     "Another pocket watch." I say. Detective Williams nods.

     "This is the 4th one we've got." Watson 1 says.

     "And what about the letters?" Lucifer asks.

     Watson 1 nudges the four pocket watches my way.

     The letters that were there were L, A, I, L, and I.

     "These barely spell out anything." I say. Watson 2 nods.

     "But, turns out we might need you two to help us after all." Watson 1 says. He grabs a folded piece of paper from the side of the table and hands it to me. I unfold the paper.

     "No way..."