Hey, so I'd been dabbling with doing a possible Lucifer fan fic for a while now and I decided screw it, why not.
I got my inspiration from the show ofcourse and another writer on here who stories are incredible and they have to be one of the most talented writers I've come across. So if you haven't checked out Agrove's stories yet, I really highly recommend them!
So this is a small boring chapter just to get the ball rolling... enjoy.
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Click... click... click... click...
Chloe paused, lifting her fingers from the keys as she looked over toward the other side of the room where the tall, dark haired man sat in a tattered, old armchair. He returned her stare not saying anything when she raised a brow in warning, and folded his long arms across his chest.
Seeing he seemed to have stopped she gave a curt nod and resumed typing. She had a motherload of paperwork to file and though it was the least favourite part of her job, it needed to be done. It was now almost ten at night and she'd only made a minor dent in the pile and she was more than eager to get it done and get home to her comfy bed.
Click... click... click... click...
Her fingers stilled and her shoulders immediately tensed. Her teeth gritted together to bite back a growl. She hated, HATED distractions while trying to get her work done, and that vexatious noise was on the right path to send her into a tired, over worked, underpaid rage at any moment. She glared in the man's direction, he in return gave her a sly grin and sat his hands back onto his lap.
Silence again, she took a long, even breath through her nose to calm herself and ease some of the overwhelming tension that was being layered on thicker by the second. She closed her eyes for a few seconds before returning once more to her work. It lasted a few minutes...
Click... click... click... click...
"LUCIFER! I swear to god, if you do not stop clicking that pen, I will use it to stab you somewhere and send you straight back to the hell you claim you came from!"
She slammed her fists down on the surface of her desk causing her partner to jump. He bit back a laugh and a smart remark about where her pent up anger could be better used -the bedroom, of course- and held his hands up in surrender. He slipped the ball point pen into his suit pocket and proceeded to twiddle his thumbs quietly.
She nodded once more and began to type.
From her peripheral vision she saw the handsome man stand, he wandered around the office quietly, not looking at anything in particular til he found her filing cabinet. Pulling open the top drawer that contained witness files he flicked through the binders with a bored expression til he found one that peaked his interest.
"Oh hello, what do we have here," He opened the cover, and a picture of an attractive red haired woman was paperclipped at the top. "Sandra Houston, my what an exquisite creature."
Chloe sighed and shook her head "Lucifer, stop perving through my witnesses."
He made a low groaning sound before throwing the file down on top of the cabinet. "But detective this is dreadfully boring, we've been in here for.." He paused to look down at the expensive rolex on his wrist. "for a two whole hours already!"
"Well I did tell you, you could go home," She pointed, not looking up from the screen.
"What kind of man would I be if I left you here all alone to fend for yourself?" He leant against her desk with a coy smile as though it was some wonderful act of kindness on his part
Chloe rolled her eyes, "I'm fairly sure I can take care of myself in an almost empty police office on a wednesday night..."
"Oh I don't doubt you can take care of yourself," Lucifer said smoothly and waggled his brow suggestively, "However I'm more than happy to give you hand."
Chloe narrowed her eyes at her partner who gave a cheeky wink in return.
"Can I finish this?" She asked in a sharp tone that gave no opening for argument, pointing at her computer.
The self proclaimed devil hung his head back and huffed before returning back to the old armchair, folding one leg over the other and rested his head down on his palm with a dull, almost childlike, sulky expression.
Chloe looked over in his direction with a fond smile. He was a huge pain in the ass, who had no limits or filters when it came to using his mouth. He was brinking on insane, she was sure of it with his insistance of being the ruler of the underworld and belief in all things heaven and hell. He drank copious amounts of liquor, more than she'd seen any man be able to handle before and he had a bigger sex drive than a nymphomaniac...yes a huge, HUGE pain in the ass, however he had proven to be one of the most trustworthy, loyal people she'd ever met. Someone who was always honest and she didn't doubt would have her back in any situation. He had a sense of humour that could, while being chronically irritating, brighten up her day and make her laugh easily. A pain in the ass yes, but a pain in the ass that she was more than happy to have around.
Click... click... click... click
Most of the time...