Disclaimer: The first episode in this FanFiction was written before Episode 105 of the show. I have decided to keep with the arc I've started, since it's the one that has allowed me to get the support which inspires me now. I apologize for the fact that some aspects might be canonically wrong and that the relationship between the characters isn't exactly in the same place as it is on screen (notably between Lucifer and Mazikeen). I however do not apologize for introducing another original character, because I'm sure I'll have plenty of fun with it.
Let there be Truth – Tell no soul 1
The reverend put a cup in front of Chloe and poured the coffee from an old-looking porcelain set. For an instant, she forgot all the questions that put her brain to the brink of a headache, and instead appreciated the angels depicted on the coffee pot. The golden plating was almost entirely scraped away but you could still see the grey outline of their wings on the white surface. She drank slowly after thanking Reverend Egbert and sighed.
"Muffin?" the bearded man asked, presenting a box of nearly stale cakes.
"No, thank you, very much." She paused to let him take a bite and a sip of coffee, but the questions came back soon enough. "What would be your reaction if the devil walked the Earth?"
"Lucifer himself?" He smiled as though the thought amused him. "I don't think I would dread it much. He is not the antichrist." The reverend shook his head. "Contrary to what some politicians might think, I doubt our generation will witness the end times."
"Why do you think he'd be there?" A question she had asked herself since she entertained the idea that he might actually be the devil.
"I don't know. As I said, angels usually visit the Earth as messengers to a prophet, but the Fallen? He might actually be the only one of them to act of his own accord. You would have to ask him."
Lucifer showed up at the station early in the morning, an hour at which Chloe would have thought he'd still be deep asleep between a pair of attractive people. Yet, the devil was there, standing tall and smiling at the officer in charge of the reception. When he saw Chloe, of course, he totally dismissed the person he was talking to and greeted her with his usual, "Detecti-ves?" he raised an eyebrow at the young man following her.
Detective Ramirez didn't exactly look like a poster child for the police department. With the look on his face, his cut-up eyebrow and his too-often broken nose, the man could have easily been taken for a criminal. Yet, he was standing next to Chloe quite naturally and seemed to have no trouble fitting in the force.
Maybe working with the devil had rendered Chloe a little paranoid, but she'd pulled a few strings in order to get a look at the man's record before they met. He'd been born and raised in L.A., just like her, but on the other side of the white picket fence. His father wasn't a policeman and he died much younger than hers. As for his mother, she was no actress, and in fact was still working to this day as a nurse. The young man had met quite some success at the Academy while both his brothers managed to get incarcerated in the same year, in two different counties. Ramirez had quite the reputation among the uniforms, and his superior stepped in to make sure he got a promotion to detective as soon as he passed the three year minimum period in the force. He was twenty-two when he made it to sergeant, and he was now twenty-three and her partner in Homicide.
Lucifer side-stepped next to her. "Isn't he a little young for you, Detective? I didn't know you were such a cougar." He grinned. "Although I knew you were into bad boys from the start." The devil pointed his finger at his own, handsome face.
If anything, Chloe felt like his nose could have used some breaking as well. Maybe she didn't need a bullet to make him bleed? She rolled her eyes. Not that she would actually harm him.
Chloe stomped on his left foot as she walked towards the exit. Okay, maybe she would harm him a little. "We are on a case, Lucifer. I have no time for this."
"Ow!" Lucifer quickly followed, although he did have a small limp. "Well, I am a consultant, maybe I can help. What do you say, young fellow?"
Ramirez kept walking next to Chloe, totally ignoring Lucifer and his childish behavior.
"Not very talkative, your friend, Detective," the devil commented. "You do sorely need me to keep your spirits high. One day with him and you'll lose all will to live."
Chloe smiled. "Yes, you're probably right. But look on the bright side, one day without you and I'll possibly lose the will to kill you."
"Well, you did shoot me!" he exclaimed.
Ramirez seemed to pick up on that, as he glanced at Chloe.
"Never mind him, he's just a pain." She did her best to try and avoid looking guilty, but she still hadn't forgiven herself for wounding him. After what had happened with the Russians, she didn't really doubt his identity anymore, but still. Devil or not, he didn't deserve the pain in her eyes.
Lucifer jogged to the car in order to get there before Ramirez and put his hand on the door, but before he could open it, Chloe exclaimed, "Don't you dare!"
He looked at her with his usual bratty attitude, but when he was met with a very serious look, the devil did get his hand off the car.
"You can come with us if you must, but you'll sit in the back. My partner is riding shotgun." Chloe turned towards Ramirez who took his place without any comment, snarky or otherwise.
The awkward silence that followed survived until the car got out of the parking lot, at which point, Lucifer had to say something, as usual. "So, Detective, how come you are working with my detective?"
"I'm not your detective!" Chloe retorted.
Lucifer ignored her and leaned forward to get a look at the young man's profile. Or perhaps he was just trying to be closer in order to get his magic going. As much as she enjoyed the advantages of his power over perps and witnesses, Chloe felt uneasy seeing him do that to the person who would possibly have her back for years to come.
It took a while, but Ramirez answered. "I've been appointed as a criminal investigator. Detective Decker is my first partner."
"Of course, she is." Lucifer smirked. "You look like you're out of kindergarten. If it was a place for street boxers, that is. You will see, she has plenty of tricks to teach you. After all, she taught me quite a few things, and I'm older than dirt! Literally."
Instead of a comeback, Ramirez offered nothing but silence. By the look on Lucifer's face, he saw him as a stick in the mud. Still, Chloe had nothing against a little quiet, and seeing the devil that frustrated because of somebody else was priceless. If anything, her partner was really only earning good points in her book.
"Oh, I'll make him talk," Lucifer said when he met her eyes in the mirror. He got a little closer and put his hand on Ramirez's seat. "Tell me, Detective. What is your deepest, darkest desire?"
Slowly, Ramirez turned his head towards the devil. They looked each other in the eyes, and Chloe was quite glad that the streets were clogged with cars today, because she wanted to see what happened. She needed to find out who her partner really was, and although it was a nasty shortcut, Lucifer's talent was the easiest way to learn what people were hiding. Still, the man kept silent.
"What do you really, really want?" Lucifer got closer, his face at mere inches from her partner's.
"I…" Ramirez seemed uneasy as he cracked. "I really…" He cocked his head to the side. "I really want to know why I want to tell you."
Lucifer's eyes widened at the unexpected answer, his mouth opened slightly.
Chloe suddenly burst into laughter when she saw his face.
