Running full-out down the street, Detective Chloe Decker wished she hadn't eaten the pastry Lucifer brought her that morning. She vaguely registered the sound of her own shoes hitting the street in a hard pounding rhythm, or maybe it was the beat of her heart. She reached out to grab the fleeing suspect and pushed herself to move faster until he was mere inches in front of her. She clutched the back of his jacket as she barreled into him. They both went down hard on the roadway between two parked cars. She pulled his hands behind his back and clicked the handcuffs on his wrists, breathing hard.
A pair of perfectly shined shoes stepped into view right next to the downed criminal. Chloe turned her head and let her eyes travel up the long legs, narrow waist and lean, suit-covered chest of her partner. He smiled down at her, looking as if he had just come from a holiday. "Well done, detective!"
She gave a small laugh. "Thank you. I don't suppose you brought the car around?"
"No. Sorry. It's still several blocks back where you left it." He gave her a grin. "I was having such fun watching you in action that I forgot all about it."
She shook her head as she stood up, bringing the suspect to his feet. She steered the man forward past two closely parallel-parked cars, hoping to get out of the street as quickly as possible. "Lucifer, what am I going to do with you?"
"I can think of several things you could do with me, Detective," he replied smoothly. "Just say the word, darling, and I'm all yours."
She gave him a sideways glance, and her face turned pink as her imagination supplied graphic images of what they could be doing together. "I walked right into that one…"
They shared a look, both glad that they could tease and banter with each other again.
Her next words were cut short at the sound of a car speeding toward them. Other cars honked theirs horns and slammed on their brakes as a dark sedan wove around the traffic and came full-speed toward them. Chloe pushed the suspect out of the way, and braced for an impact she couldn't avoid. Suddenly she was air-borne, but to her surprise, it wasn't because the car hit her.
Lucifer had picked her up as if she weighed nothing and flipped her gently onto the roof of a nearby, parked car where she rolled off the far side, and landed on her feet on the sidewalk.
Now he was directly in the path of the oncoming car.
The car picked up even more speed. Lucifer watched with detached interest as it came toward him. He took time to adjust his cufflink before he moved. It was perfectly timed, and done so calmly that Chloe couldn't believe what she was seeing. He stepped closer into the side of the parked car, as the sedan brushed by, near enough to muss his hair. It sideswiped another parked car and disappeared around the corner.
The handcuffed suspect stared at Lucifer in shock. "Holly smokes, dude that was amazing."
Chloe came up behind the man, once again directing him toward the police cruiser, as she turned to Lucifer, "Um, that really was pretty amazing." She cleared her throat and whispered, "Thank you."
Lucifer gave her a distracted look, before he turned to stare down the street where the car had careened around the corner. "You're quite welcome."
Back at the police station, Lucifer waited at Chloe's desk while their suspect was processed.
Ella came out of her lab and walked toward him with a big smile, "Hey, how's it going?"
"I've had better days. The Detective almost got run down this morning."
"What? Is she okay?"
"Yes. I was able to get her out of harm's way.
Ella's eyes widened, "You mean you saved her? Oh dude… how is it that you two aren't together yet?"
He gave her a frustrated sigh, "I have no idea."
Ella immediately felt bad for bringing it up. "Well, just give her time. You know, she is still dealing with Pierce's death."
He gave her an unhappy look. "Miss Lopez, she never really loved him. She's having a hard time accepting the truth about me."
Ella nodded her head, "Oh, right. Cuz you're the Devil." She gave him an encouraging smile, "You're trying out for a movie or something based on that Vertigo comic, aren't you? Will you have to dye your hair blonde?"
He stood up, throwing his hands into the air, "I give up."
Across the room, Chloe waved to him, indicating she was ready to interrogate the suspect. He walked swiftly toward her, but found his path blocked by Dan Espinoza.
Dan stared at him, his face a mask of anger; his jaw clenched.
Lucifer ignored the simmering threat of violence and inclined his head slightly in formal greeting, "Daniel," he said softly before he continued toward Chloe.
The suspect sat in the interrogation room, perfectly comfortable. He drummed his fingers on the desk and whistled a song while he waited. Chloe and Lucifer stepped into the room and took their seats across from him.
Chloe began, "So you admit you knew the murder victim?"
The young man nodded his head enthusiastically, "Oh yeah, I knew her. She liked to mess around. A different guy every week."
"So she dumped you for someone else and you decided to get revenge."
He frowned, "No. No way. She wasn't anything to me but the occasional good time."
"Okay. So what about that sedan this morning? Got some enemies?"
The man clammed up and looked nervous for the first time. "I don't know anything about that…" A bead of sweat ran down his forehead.
Lucifer leaned forward, "Oh come now. You seem tense." He stared deeply into the man's eyes. "Why don't you tell me what you desire."
The young man crumbled immediately. "I just want to live, so don't put me in no trouble. I don't have details of who was behind it, but that car wasn't aiming for me. It was aiming for her," he said as he turned to look at Chloe.