If I may play the me's advocate for a moment...

Chloe had been kidnapped. Chloe had been kidnapped while on a murder case. Since that still to be played out phone call that morning, Lucifer had been able to think of nothing else. Had been able to do nothing else but take off to Los Angeles, fly to her house, check for clues, race to the station, start working.

The speed operation had meant leaving Duke and Octavia at the Portalocity terminal, but they would get here soon enough. Right now Lucifer didn't have the capacity to worry about whether they were finding their way.

His heart kept wanting to beat out of his chest.

But he had to focus. And no one asked any questions when he walked into the precinct, demanding every scrap of evidence they'd found so far. Everything about her case. About the killer.

The LAPD just silently welcomed him back into his old workplace and let him do his thing.

( What the hell, Lucifer? )

[[ taken and adapted from Lucifer 5x08, 'Spoiler Alert'. To be continued later today, and preplayed with the fantastic okteiviakom and betterthanaplan ]]

"Listen, about everything that you said last night..."

The Detective was wearing some horrendous beige thing with a neck scarf. Ignoring it was a second lost before Lucifer could actually say, "Doesn't matter," but he got there in the end.

She blinked. "Uh," she said, "I really think it does."

He waved a hand to disabuse her of the notion. "I'm way beyond that, Detective. You see, I've made a breakthrough."

She blinked. "Really? What is it?"

He beamed. "I hate myself," he said.

There was another moment of silence, and-- "Well, I'm not quite sure what to do with that, but it doesn't sound like a good thing," the Detective ventured. Ah. Cleary she wasn't getting the point, here.

"Well, of course it is, Detective. All my time with Dr. Linda has been about exploring the denial that I'm in, but I've overcome that now. I've had a... an honest-to-Devil epiphany." He grinned more. "Now all my problems should just, you know, go away."

( This is the episode where Lucifer fails to learn that therapy does not work that way, but everyone puts in a valiant effort anyway. )

[[ part 1 of 2! taken from Lucifer episode 4x09, 'Save Lucifer'. ]]

The crime scene was right below one of a series of bridges, water flowing slowly along the quay. The body had fallen and hit the ground with violence, that much was clear even from a distance. The gunshot wound in his forehead, well, they'd find out about that later.

Lucifer pulled up his Corvette alongside, and leaped out so he could hold the door open for Eve.

"Good morning, Detective!" he called, Eve's arm sliding through his as they came up on the crime scene itself.

Eve gave a little wave, as well. "Hello."

The Detective turned around. She didn't look pleased. "Lucifer," she said. "This is a crime scene. No visitors. No offense, Eve."

"Well, Eve wants the same thing we do. To catch a killer," Lucifer specfied, grinning at her.

( Yes, I am here to learn from you, Chloe. )

[[ part 1 of 2, based on Lucifer episode 4x07, 'Devil Is as Devil Does'. ]]

( Oh. Well, hello there, familiar ancient Assyrian walls. )

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( There were certainly some things Lucifer had missed about LA (like... all of LA). )

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( The elevator climbed and climbed and climbed until it hit the penthouse level... )

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( It turned out their buyer had merely threatened to kill the victim's reputation. )

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( Lux hadn't stopped hopping while its owner had been on a different coast, and it certainly wasn't about to stop now.  )

[[ part 1 of 2, continued here! NFB and NFI, and TW for casual drug use. played with the wonderful okteiviakom, betterthanaplan and 1000yearstoolate, based on Lucifer episode 4x05 'Expire Erect' ]]