"You dirty little slut. Honestly, I'm shocked, I didn't think you had it in you. How was it? You know what they say, the devil is in the details, so spill."
"Lucifer, there's nothing to spill. It was awful and I just want to forget it even happened."
"Come now detective, carnal delights should not be described as awful. Could he not get it up? Ooh, I know, he was a three pump chump? You tell me you've had a one night stand but you expect me to leave it at that? Detective, how long have we worked together? You and I both know, I'm not going to leave this alone until you talk. I too can interrogate my suspect."
"Well, if you want to interrogate someone, go interrogate him, he's downstairs in a holding cell. He tried to beat the crap out of me once he found out I was a cop."
With that, Chloe stomped away, wiping tears from her eyes. Lucifer's questioning made her relive the whole nightmare as he talked. She ran into the ladies room before any of her fellow officers could see her crying. She refused to give any of those assholes anymore ammunition against her. She splashed water on her face forgetting all of the make-up she had to apply to hide the bruises. Shit, she didn't have time for this, she had a case she and Lucifer were supposed to be working.
The door opened behind her and she lowered her head, not wanting whoever came in to see her like this. They would roast her. She had to be smarter, faster, and stronger than everyone else. Showing any sign of weakness made her shark food.
"Detective, look at me", Lucifer said, in a soft voice she was sure she had never heard him use.
"No, I look hideous. Let me fix my face and we'll go."
"Detective, you could have leprosy and still look gorgeous. I have seen actual lepers, I would know."
"Chloe, tell me what happened. I can punish this man for you but I need to know what happened."
"Lucifer, you can't just punish people on a whim. There are laws for this reason", she said, finally looking at him.
"For you, I'd punish anyone. Tell me what happened to you, I'm your partner. Don't I deserve to know?"
He was right. She knew he should know so he could handle any emotional condition that arose but she was so ashamed of herself. She never should have let things get so out of hand.
"Alright, I'll tell you but not here. Let's head to the crime scene", she said leading him from the restroom.
"I'd much rather head to my bedroom, but, what can a devil do?"
"Hey, can we take your car so I don't have to face anyone checking out a squad car? I'd rather you drive, I'm still shaky and I need to fix my make-up."
"You must be upset, you hate the way I drive", he said as they headed out the back door and into the parking lot.
"Just follow the traffic laws, Lucifer. I'd hate to have to arrest you today."
"Ooh, handcuff play detective? You know, I'm always up for that."
"Only you would go there right now."
"Darling, you know I'm a firm believer in sexual healing."
"Okay Marvin Gaye, in the car before someone sees me."
They drove a few miles in silence. Chloe had almost finished reapplying her make-up and Lucifer watched her wondering how she got so good at that. Past experience with the douche perhaps? What she didn't see as she worked on her face was the rage bubbling just under the surface of Lucifer's cool persona. Once her got her to tell him what the man did to her, he was going to call Maze and have her bring the fellow to LUX so Lucifer could have a talk with him. No one, and he meant no one touched his detective.
"Ouch", she said suddenly, "That burns."
"What was that?", Lucifer said. Her outburst pulling him from his train of thought.
"I touched this part right here and it burned. Really starting to hurt."
"Okay, how did it happen? Walk me through it, as you say, step by step."
"Well, I went to that new pub downtown. I was feeling alone. This cute guy walked up and offered to buy me a drink."
Lucifer rolled his eyes. So cliche'. He motioned with his hand for her to continue the story even though he had this odd feeling in his gut. What was this?
"So, one thing led to another and I went with him back to his place. We talked for a few minutes and he leaned in to kiss me, knocking my purse off the couch. My badge and gun fell out and he went ballistic on me. Calling me an effing pig. He kicked my gun away and..and..."
She started crying then. This was all wrong. His strong independent detective was not allowed to shed tears. She wasn't supposed to be harmed this way. This would not stand.
He pulled the car over on the shoulder and unbuckled both his and her seat belts. He was about to do something completely out of character. He was going to comfort another being. Lucifer pulled her across the console and into his lap, holding her to his chest. Surprisingly, she didn't try to stop him. He let the woman cry it out right there on his Armani suit.
Silently he stroked her hair and rubbed her back. He could feel the hurt and shame in each sob. His true form was dangerously close to surfacing. He wanted five minutes alone with this man who hurt the detective. His detective.
"Chloe, shhh, you're alright. I'll avenge your honor. I promise but you must promise me something in return."
She sniffled and dug in her purse for one of the tissues she kept for Trixie, "What would that be, Lucifer?"
"Next time you feel lonely and in need of a drink, you'll come to LUX, to me, I'll make sure no harm comes to you."
"Thank-you. That's very generous but I don't think I'll be going out anywhere again. At least not anytime soon."
He cradled her close then. As hard as it was for him to understand humans and the odd way they did things, he understood this. She was in flight. Her response was to run and hide.
"Detective, why not me? Why don't you ever come to me anymore?"
She tried to move back to her seat but found she just didn't have the energy at the moment. She stayed in his lap, clutching the lapels of his jacket. That was a good question. Why not him? She would have to think about that.
"Well, last time I came to you, you rejected me", she said grinning into his chest. She knew just how to push his buttons.
"You, darling were three sheets to the wind. Do you remember the panic you were in when you woke up and thought we had done the nasty? What if I hadn't have been so chivalrous, hmm? You wouldn't have been able to live with yourself."
He was telling the truth. She would have instantly regretted it. Slowly she slid over his console and back into her seat. He was right and she hated it. Seemed he was always right.
Lucifer exhaled deeply, the moment was over, "Alright, where are we going? I seem to have forgotten."
"Can we to your place? I don't feel like working today."
Lucifer smirked to himself. Perhaps she was coming around to his way of thinking after all,"As you wish my lady."
Her shift captain called and she told him that she and Lucifer were investigating some things but they had no leads yet. It wasn't a high priority case anyway, some lady had her pure bred poodles stolen from her yard. Chloe was of the mindset that the dogs got out and ran away. Right there in the report, it said she couldn't remember if she closed the gate or not and the investigating officers found no signs of a break in or any tampering with the gates. People always jumped to conclusions and claimed theft when they made a mistake. Lucifer was right, people never took responsibility for their own actions, they placed the blame elsewhere.
They pulled up in front of LUX and he walked around to her side to let her out of the car,"See, I never lock you in the car detective. I am a gentleman."
Chloe shook her head and smiled. He was going to hold that over her head forever. Thanking him, she got out of the car and let him lead her into the club. She had been here before when they were closed and it always surprised her how the place, bustling with activity at night, was so peaceful and serene during the day.
"Fancy a drink detective? I have the best there is."
"Is there anyway you could whip me up one of those fruity drinks with the umbrellas?", knowing he didn't serve those. She wanted to see what he would do. Had to push those buttons.
"For you, certainly."
Sitting the blender on the bar, he added the liquor and syrups, along with ice and frozen fruit. Seconds later, he was pouring the concoction in a large glass. With a wink and a grin, he pulled a box out from under the counter and placed a straw and a little folding umbrella in the glass, "Your drink, detective."
Chloe took the glass from his hand and took a long sip from the straw. It was so good she licked her lips and moaned. She had never had anything this good and she told him so.
"My pleasure, darling. Care to retire to my quarters?"
"Okay, but no funny business."
"I'll try to be on my best behavior, but feel free to seduce me if you wish."
Oh, she wished. She wished to badly but she wasn't telling him that. He wasn't the relationship type anyway.
