Hello, Deckerstars! Who's excited for the upcoming third season? I know I am! Cue the jealous Devil lol! It has been quite a while since I posted a story here, I apologize. I have recently found a job, so that takes up a lot of my time. I'll do my best to update my other stories so bear with me! As usual, reviews are welcome, and flames can go straight to Hell!
Being a police officer is hard work. Being a homicide detective, however, is tough work. Just ask Detective Chloe Decker. She has been working cases since she graduated from the academy and worked her way up the ladder. There were a few roadblocks and people that doubted that she would become one of the best. She managed to overcome those barriers and proved the naysayers wrong by becoming one of the best detectives in the Los Angeles Police Department. Well, according to a certain fallen angel anyway.
"Hello, Detective! What new case awaits us on this beautiful day?" Lucifer greeted as he sauntered into the precinct like he always does. The former Prince of Darkness plopped down onto the chair next to the detective's desk, waiting in anticipation for their next case. Detective Decker looked up and saw the King of Hell grin at her like he's the Cheshire Cat. Heaving a sigh, she said, "I know you're hoping for another case, Lucifer, but I'm afraid that there's nothing to solve today except how to make a mountain of paperwork disappear." The detective then gave her partner an apologetic shrug before going back to work on filling in reports.
"So that's it? There's no case? Just paperwork?" Lucifer asked, unwilling to believe that there's no homicide for them to solve. Usually, there would be tons of cases that are practically begging to be closed, but things never go as planned. Detective Decker hummed in response, not once looking up from the pile of papers and files on her desk. The Lord of Hell sighed as he rose from his seat and headed toward the break room to get himself a snack.
When Lucifer returned moments later with a bag of cool ranch puffs, the detective was still scribbling away. The former Lightbringer sat down in his chair and munched away at his snack, the loud crunch of the puffs echoed through the somewhat silent bullpen. Suddenly, an impulse came over the Ruler of Hell as he put the bag of puffs down on the desk and took a pad of post-its from the drawer at the next desk. The fallen angel peeled off a few sheets of the post-it note from the pad and rolled each into a tight ball. He then picked one up and aimed it at the detective's head.
The paper ball hit its target, bouncing off the side of Detective Decker's forehead before landing on the floor. The detective looked up from her work and sent an annoyed look to the former Prince of Darkness before going back into work mode. Lucifer then threw a few more paper balls at the homicide detective, as he made a couple more in the process. A small pile of post-it balls began to gather on Detective Decker's desk while a few scattered around the floor.
The detective looked up again, this time sending the Devil a chilling glare. "Lucifer, stop throwing paper balls at my head. If you're so bored, then go home to LUX and do something or someone since you enjoy sex so much." She said exasperatedly. Holding his hands up in mock surrender, the King of Hell got up, took his bag of cool ranch puffs and left his partner to work in peace.
END (or do y'all want a chapter 2?)