A brain worm that refused to go away. Started as a one-shot and grew into an actual story. Because, let's face it, Tom Ellis is hot no matter who he's playing.
Lucifer/Miranda crossover. Unashamedly Deckerstar. Eventual Garanda.
Disclaimer:
I own absolutely none of the rights to either Lucifer or Miranda. They're both owned by people who are far cleverer than I. This work has been created for my own amusement (and hopefully other people's too) and I make absolutely no money from it. Please don't sue me.
Devilish Revelation
(Dan finds a clue...)
Dan was bored. Usually he was too busy assisting any detective in the department who needed him to do legwork for them to get the chance to really appreciate being bored, but it was a slow week. The few homicide cases that had come in had been easily closed, and the all on-going cases were stalled. Consequently, everyone had their paperwork up to date, no-one had any work for him to do, and Dan had a chance to be properly bored for what felt like the first time in years. He was enjoying himself, feet up on his desk and coke in hand, as he caught up on his favourite Youtube feeds.
Funny Flash Mobs was probably scraping the bottom of the barrel, he decided sometime later; taking a swig of coke and leaning forward to look for something else as the video changed to a clip of formally dressed adults galloping across a park. Without horses. His attention snagged on an impossibly familiar face in the crowd and Dan forgot to swallow, leaning forward for a closer look. Was that…?
"Lucifer!" Coke sprayed over Dan's screen as Chloe called her partner to heel.
Shit! Speak of the devil…
Dan quickly paused the video and minimised his browser as he frantically wiped his computer down with his sleeve. He barely had time to throw himself back in his chair and grab the nearest file before the two of them rounded the corner to appear at his desk.
"Hey guys," Dan tried to sound casual as he greeted them, "What's up?"
"New case," Chloe told him, her eyes narrowing as she caught sight of the file in his hand. With a sinking feeling, Dan realised he was holding it upside down. "Victim was literally crucified."
"Nasty business," Lucifer commented, adjusting his cufflinks, "And I should know, I was there."
Dan and Chloe stared at him until he noticed.
"I refer of course to the original, not this particular crucifixion," explained Lucifer. "Obviously."
Dan rolled his eyes and tossed the file onto his desk before Chloe could comment on it. "What do you need?" he asked her.
"An identity," she told him, giving him her patented I-saw-what-you-just-did-don't-think-you-got-away-with-it look. "We need to know who our victim is before we can figure out why he ended up decorating a cross in Grand Park."
"We know why, Detective," Lucifer contradicted her. "Someone's making a statement. Crucifixion is always about the 'big statement'." The self-proclaimed Devil made air quotes around the words. "I mean," he scoffed, "Talk about showboating."
It was obvious he wasn't talking about the victim.
"Right," Chloe said slowly, before turning back to Dan. "Ella's got prints and DNA. She's expecting dentals from the ME."
"I'm on it," Dan promised, making sure he locked his computer before he got up.
As Dan made his way to Ella's lab, he couldn't resist one more longing look at the best lead he's ever had on Lucifer Morningstar. Too bad Chloe caught him doing it.
