Margo's p.o.v.

I was walking down the street. People around me where rushing and I was shyly passing them, trying not to look their grumpy faces. My left arm fingers where wrapped around the suitcases ruck while my right arm was lifted up, holding my elegant white hat. My eyes where more focused on my feet then on the street and all the people ...like I was scared. And I was. I was scared that someone would look at me and know. Know why I was here ...figure out what was I ...or who.

Lucifer's p.o.v.

Another murder on our hands. Another pathetic human being to be punished.

"Lucifer! Hello!", I heard Chloe call me while waving her hand in front of my eyes.

"Where did you go? Back to Hell?", he said that mockingly and I gave her a smirk,

"No darling, I gave up that position like ...five years ago?", I asked, more myself than anybody else, while putting my index finger over my lips. She rolled her eye's,

"Please. Can you focus?", she asked me annoyed.

I looked at her "But I am focused.", not really understanding what she was talking about. Rolling her eyes she pulled me by the shirt and mumbling a "Come on." under her breath. I smiled. Even dough she was serious most of the time and nagging pretty much all the time ...I liked her. She brought me ...piece.

Margo's p.o.v.

Crossing the street I saw a yellow tape and a group of people taking ...pictures randomly? I stopped walking in that moment slowly realizing that I probably was not allowed to be here.

"Damn Margo. If you looked where you where going-"

"I'm sorry miss but you can't walk around here. This area is under a police investigation"

My little monologue was interrupted my a serious female voice behind me and I froze. "Shit.", I mumbled under my breath.

There was a silence ...I didn't move and neither did she.

"Miss ...did you hear me?"

I stood there, paralyzed but realizing that I have to do something or I will become even more strange so I turned around slowly, looking, I guess, pretty nervous and scared. I faced a tall, blond/brown haired, pissed of woman and a tall, black haired, a bit pale man and ...smiled ...or at least tried to smile. The woman took a few steps towards me,

"Are you okay?", she asked me, narrowing her eyes. I still had a smile on my face that I spread even more now that she started the conversation and I was sure I looked creepy as hell.

"Yes ...yes I am. Why?" I was looking at her, trying to do my best do sound normal and ...sane. She eyed me for a few seconds then nodded her head,

"Please come with me." Well, I guess I didn't really accomplish what I wanted so I followed her.

"I'm sorry but did I do something wrong", I asked stepping beside her while the man was behind us, my voice being soft and shy. She looked at me,

"It's a procedure. We have to check you up." and continued to walk. I made a confused face,

"Check me up? But, I'm not sick." In that moment she stopped and so did I. She narrowed her eyes again,

"Excuse me?" I opened my mouth to speak and gave her a wide smile,

"I'm ...not sick. I ...don't need a check up." There was a silence and I had a feeling that I just made the situation even worse.

"Are you two related?", she asked, looking from me to the tall man beside me and we looked at each other then back at her,

"Umm, no ...why?" I asked her but she ignored my question.

"Your full name, date of birth, place of birth and current living location."

"Margo Alfredson, the fifth of November, London ...L.A.", the woman looked at me,

"You live here in L.A.?"

"Well, I just moved-"

"Can I see your ID?", she interrupted me.

"Yes." and I gave it to her. Another detective came up to me,

"Can I see you't suitcase?", and I froze.

"Miss Alfredson ...your suitcase." I heard the woman repeat. I took a deep breath,

"Yes, of course.", and handled the man my suitcase. He opened it and started to examine it while I stood there, watching.

"You have an awfully small amount of stuff with you for someone who is just moving.", the female detective commented.

"I ...I don't really like to have a lot of stuff.", she nodded

"So you have one dress, a shirt and one pair of pants?" and looked at me seriously.

"Well, I-"

"What's this?" I looked at the male detective and gasped.

"Why would anyone carry a wooden stick?", he asked and looked at me.

"My brother make's them so It's a gift." I answered and yanked the wand out of his hands. In that moment I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned around, only to face the tall, black haired man.

"Hello miss Alfredson, let me introduce myself ...Lucifer Morningstar." he offered me his hand and I took it, smiling.

"Tell me, Margo, what do you desire most in your life?" he asked me looking me right into my eyes. There was something weird about this guy ...his energy. I looked from him back to the female detective,

"Is that legal? Do you always try and hypnotise people that didn't do anything?", now, I was angry.

"No, actua-"

"No! I didn't do anything wrong. I'm sorry for not being from around here and not knowing all of these things. Are you done? Can I have my suitcase back?" I asked, looking the male detective directly in the eyes.

"Y-yes." she muttered.

"Thank you.", I said taking my suitcase. "Have a good day." ans with that, I left.

Lucifer's p.o.v.

I watch the woman leave and fought the urge to run after her.

"What the hell was that?", I heard Chloe ask. "Why didn't she fall for your ...you know?", I looked at her,

"That is exactly what I would like to know."