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Chapter 28

Song(s): Everlong (Foo Fighters), Anybody Seen My Baby (The Rolling Stones)

Los Angeles Police Department, North Hollywood Division, 11640 Burbank Boulevard North Hollywood, CA…

"Hearing you acknowledge that Lucifer and Pierce are real is just…"

"A big relief?"

To say the least…

"I have no plans to sleep with Lucifer Morningstar ever again. Cain, on the other hand…"

Smiling to herself as she reached out and turned up the radio volume, she drummed her fingers along the steering wheel as the guitar intro strummed with the Foo Fighters, Miriam moistened her lips as she sang in a low tone.

"Helllloooo….I've waited for you…"

Everlong

Tonight

I throw myself into and out of the red

Out of her head she sang

Spying the edge of the prescient parking lot for visitors, she settled into her usual spot and breathed in deep. Slamming the car door closed behind her, Miriam halted in her steps as she slowly glanced upwards bringing a hand up to shield her eyes from the scorching sunshine.

Someone is watching me, I can feel it

Spying no one creepily staring down from the large glass windows of the building, she quickly tucked her issued laminate around her neck and took out her identification card for the scanner holding it firm between her thumb and forefinger.

Of course, someone is watching you Miriam

Probably God of all people

And most likely…

Lucifer

Avoiding a collision with a junior uniformed Officer whose arms were overloaded with manila file folders, Miriam offered a small grin as the man simply sneered.

Well then

Bounding down the rest of the stairs and into the bull pen, she rounded the concreate pillar and found the door to the Forensic Lab slightly ajar.

Do not look over to Detective Decker's desk

Knocking her fingers quickly against the door, Miriam pushed it open and just caught the strap of her Jansport bag as it slid down her shoulder.

"You look like you've seen a ghost Ella."

"Not a ghost, but a furious six-foot four Lieutenant who just went off on Chloe Decker for the dead female in the park last night."

"Why would Pierce be angry with her? She didn't kill that woman…or her son" Miriam added as Ella's eyes suddenly went wide.

"Oh! You were supposed to see the Psychiatrist. How did that go? Seeing a body is hard enough. But a baby…"

"It was fine. Truth be told, she wasn't really concerned that I wasn't too concerned."

"Really?"

Yeah. Really.

We actually talked more about the Devil and Cain from the Bible

Dead bodies were on the back burner

"Do you need a hug?"

Doesn't everybody?

Ten minutes later…

Knocking the back of her hand against Pierce's closed office door, Miriam kept her eyes firmly planted on her feet as the door swung open wide. Glancing up into the man's face, she saw his lips twitch as he took a step back, holding the door open.

"Close the door behind you Tyler."

And there it was

Marcus Pierce, LAPD Lieutenant

Strategic

Reserved

Intimidating

Following five steps behind, Miriam stood at near attention as Pierce rounded the corner of his desk, shoving his hands into his black dress pant pockets.

"You spoke with Doctor Martin?" he questioned, staring down into her face as Miriam pulled out a folded piece of paper from her pocket. Stepping up to the desk, she held it out between her fingers, watching as he took it before slipping it into his desk drawer without unfolding it.

"Signed and dated, but I see that doesn't matter" she breathed as Pierce took a deep breath.

"The letter is for the bureaucrats and I know she will not have written anything…curious" he spoke as Miriam knew exactly what he was hinting at.

No where on the paper did it state anything that would give away the identities of Lucifer Morningstar or Marcus Pierce aka Satan himself or Cain, the world's very first murderer.

It was no one's business

But hers

Folding her hands across her front, she glanced down at the tidiness of his desk before letting her eyes rest on the silver engraved Lieutenant name plate.

"We talked more about you and Lucifer than dead bodies."

Cocking an interested eye, Pierce took a seat behind his desk as he gestured for her to pull up the extra chair near the brown leather sofa.

"I expected that you would have. Linda, knows all about us" he gruffed, looking down to a closed black daybook that sat inches from his fingertips.

"I, have to leave Los Angeles for a few days and I'd like you to come with me."

Feeling her lips part as she settled her eyes on his face, Miriam inched her chair closer to the front of his desk as she lowered her voice.

"Where are you going?"

"We, would be going to San Francisco."

I've never been

"Why?"

Catching a quick look of sadness crossing his blue eyes, she pressed her lips together and waited for him to speak as he cleared his throat.

"My daughter is dying of dementia."

Daughter?

"Your…daughter?"

"I just received the news this morning, after you left for Doctor Martin's."

Breathing in deep as she tried to process his words, she felt the multitude of questions swimming in her head, threatening to spill out in a long run on sentence.

"How old is your daughter?"

Why am I having such a hard time processing the fact that he has a daughter, that he is a Father? Even without being immortal he is old enough to be a Father

"One hundred and four years old."

Jesus Christ

"One hundred…this may sound like a dumb question but you being immortal, you don't pass on to your kids any sort of…"

Narrowing his eyes as he knew what she was referring to, Pierce leaned forward and caught her eye.

"No Miriam. I'm not able to spread the curse of my immortality through my sperm."

Right

Was that really a dumb question?

Feeling the blood rushing to her cheeks, she closed her eyes and shook her head as another question formed just as quick on her lips.

"What's her name?"

"Emeline."

A fitting name for a hundred-year-old woman

"Will you come with me?"

How could I say no?

"Yes. After work, I'll go home and pack."

"Good. I'll pick you up around five."

Narrowing his dark eyes as he watched Miriam exiting out of the Lieutenant's office, the Devil licked his lips in earnest before glancing down at his watch.

Only a matter of hours lab rat. Do not venture too far…

…

345 E 1st Street, Apt 3, Little Tokyo, Los Angeles, California…

Turning her key in the lock of the apartment door, Miriam breathed out a small sigh of relief as it opened.

Was I really thinking that she would have changed the locks while I was gone?

My clothes thrown all over the flights of stairs?

Stepping over the threshold, she stood still and listened to the silence all around before tucking her keys into her pocket. Striding down the hallway, she noticed Dakota's door slightly ajar and walked right on past towards her own. Opening her bedroom door, she let it open wide as she went to her closet for the buried red Goodlife Fitness gym bag that she had received as a promotional offer at the starting of her College years.

"What do I pack for a weekend away with the Lieutenant?" she muttered to herself before shaking her head.

Clothes idiot. Toiletries. This isn't a date weekend where you are taking off with a boyfriend. You are going with him to support his dying one-hundred-year daughter

Slipping her phone out of her pocket, Miriam brought up her calculator and thumbed in the year minus one hundred and four.

"She was born during World War Two…Jesus."

"Who was born in World War Two?"

Jumping as she heard Dakota's question, Miriam half turned and tucked her phone back into her pocket before opening up the mouth of her bag.

"Just, someone at the Prescient" she replied, watching her friend leaning a shoulder against the frame of the doorway.

"Where are you going?"

"Home for the weekend" Miriam lied moving to her work bag as she took out her phone charger and notebook.

"I've never known you to go willingly without a fight to your parents You're lying."

Ripping clothes off hangers in the small closet, Miriam tossed everything onto the bag as she threw her hands up on her hips.

"I'm surprised you are even speaking to me, seeing as you apparently hate me."

"You should hate yourself for what you did."

"Trust me Dakota. Lucifer tossing you aside was the best thing for you."

"That's not what I meant. I meant you sleeping with him behind my back!"

"OH, GIVE IT A FUCKING REST ALREADY DAKOTA!"

Watching her friend smashing her fist against the Target mirror that stood up against the wall near the door, Miriam pursed her lips as the shards littered the floorboards.

"I'm giving my notice for this place next Friday. So, consider that enough time to either find yourself a new roommate, or a new place to live."

…

5:12pm

She confessed her love to me

Then she vanished on the breeze

Trying to hold on to that was just impossible

She was more than beautiful

Closer to ethereal

With a kind of down to earth flavor…

Staring out her passenger window as the voice of Mick Jagger sang seductively over the radio, Miriam flexed her fingers along her black skinny jeaned knees as the Los Angeles city line started to angle west.

"I think this is the first time I've ridden in a Charger that wasn't grey" she piped up as Pierce settled back against the leather seat of the 2019 black Dodge Charger SXT, resting his hand on the gear shift.

"This is the first time you've ridden in my own car" he noted, reaching for his sunglasses that sat on the dash.

Every other ride has been on your Harley Davidson or in a ghost car

Better than my own car

"So, we are together all weekend?" Miriam spoke, feeling the butterflies in her stomach.

Why do I feel so nervous?

"Yes. I'd like you to come to the retirement home with me as well, if you are comfortable with that?" Pierce added as he turned onto the ramp that would merge them onto the US-101 North.

Anybody seen my baby

Anybody seen her around

If I just close my eyes

I reach out and touch the prize

Anybody seen her around…

"Is this why you left Chicago and came here? To be closer to your daughter?"

Again, why am I having such trouble accepting that he has a daughter?

"Partly. I had also heard from contacts, that there was a woman in the LAPD who had made Lucifer Morningstar bleed and such…"

Lucifer…

Furrowing her brow as she tasted Lucifer's name on the tip of her tongue, Miriam stared back out her window as it suddenly dawned on her…

(Flashback)

"Tell me my dear, what is it that you truly desire?"

Feeling a slight pull in his eyes as she stared into his irises, Miriam narrowed her own eyes as she started to smirk.

"What…is this…?"

"Never mind Lucifer, this is his "thing."

Hearing a light feminine voice at her side, Miriam winced as she felt Lucifer quickly releasing her hand.

"Apparently, my "thing" does not only not work on you" the Devil muttered as he rubbed at his chin.

"I met you at the hospital. I'm Chloe Decker…"

Snapping back to attention, Miriam pushed her sunglasses up to rest on her head before turning around in her seat towards Pierce.

"Detective Decker is the woman who made him bleed" she spoke firmly as Pierce tucked his chin into his chest while letting out a low growl at the congestion of traffic off in the distance.

"Yes."

"And you came to Los Angeles, to hope that if she had an effect on Lucifer, she would also have an effect on you? For you to die?" she spoke in a low tone, concentrating hard on the word die as she thought back to Ella's observation earlier in the day in the lab…

(Flashback)

"But I sense there is something else going on with the Lieutenant. I'm usually very good at reading people, and I can tell you that no number of hugs would help that man" Ella spoke as Miriam moistened her lips

If you only knew he's been trying to kill himself with no success

Offering no words to her question, Pierce only nodded as he turned the Charger onto the I-580 that would take them further west and out of the City of Angels.

He's told me before that he still desires to die.

That he's had a deal with Lucifer that has gone absolutely no where.

"I was five days out from tossing my job aside for Thailand when your ride along came across my desk. I was a signature away from closing the deal on selling my house" Pierce added as he felt Miriam's hand sliding to rest on his upper jeaned thigh.

"I made that much of an impression on you during the Ride Along?" she snickered, catching his sneer as he gave her a quick glance.

"I wanted to strangle and kiss you all at the same time."

And now here we are

"Why did you stay Marcus?"

Bringing the back of Miriam's hand up, he brushed his lips across her skin before pressing her palm hard against his chest.

"I will outlive you Miriam. You will grow old, and I won't. I will remain at the age that I was when I was cast out from my parents, the age that I killed my Brother. But…there is something about you that I don't want to lose" he spoke, releasing her hand as Miriam felt her breath hitching in her throat.

Something that I don't want to lose

"Can I ask what Adam and Eve were like?"

Feeling his lip twitching at his parent's names, Pierce let out a low sigh as he settled back in his seat for the five-and-a-half-hour drive.

"My Mother was a gullible foolish woman who fell into Lucifer's arms to damn all future female descendants and my Father never got over the fact that God tossed him out onto his fucking ass" he swore, catching sight of the ocean on his left.

"I see."

"You wouldn't dare ask about Abel, but he was an asshole as well. A bigger one than my Father. Seth was just an infant when I left. I never saw him again."

God, I have so many more questions

"Your daughter was born in 1915? During the war?"

Jesus Cain, you should have known that she would want to ask questions

"Emeline, is my last living child. She was born just before I went off to Europe. I kissed her and her Mother goodbye, and I left."

Hearing the unmistakable twinge of sadness touching his voice, she couldn't help but feel the pity growing in her heart.

"I was shot near the French border and feeling my heart slowing as I bled out onto the field, I could hear my fellow soldiers screaming out their last words before becoming silent in death. How lucky they were to be able to die only once" he whispered, gripping the steering wheel tight with his right hand. "Being declared dead, I returned to America and watched my family become another man's family. I kept tabs and watched her grow from a child into a young woman, marry, become a Mother, a Grandmother, a…Great-Grandmother…" Stepping hard on the gas pedal, Pierce moved the Charger effortless across three lanes of traffic as he tucked his chin into his chest

"You haven't had any contact with her?"

"Not since I kissed her good-bye in 1915."

My punishment is more than I can bear

Your very words from the Bible Marcus, and as you speak, I can feel your pain

You don't deserve this

…

Cali's Tacos, 26570 Bouquet Canyon Road A, Santa Clarita, CA…

Licking at a smear of sour cream against her right palm, Miriam reached for her bottle of water as she watched a small child walking hand in hand with his Mother across the parking lot.

You have to tell him about God

But what would that solve?

If anything, it will make him more pissed off

"But I have to," she whispered, moving her eyes onto Pierce's face as he arched an eye in question.

"God spoke to me at the last crime scene."

Coughing hard as he felt his eyes starting to water, Pierce dropped the bbq pork taco from his fingers, ignoring it as it fell apart on his plate. Reaching for a handful of napkins from the silver dispenser he steadied his eyes on Miriam's face as he cleared his throat.

"And what did He, have to say for himself?" he gruffed, dropping the napkins onto his plate before crossing his arms over his broad chest.

"There's a little bit more to it than just…what he said. When you found me at the Church the other night, I had been there for a while and, and I found myself praying to God and asking him to forgive you." Holding her breath as she watched her words register across his face, Miriam waited for his string of curses as his lips twitched.

"I never asked you to pray for me Miriam" he spat, pushing his plate away before taking up his can of Pepsi.

"I was just sitting in the Church and…"

"I never asked you to pray for me. I don't need any fucking prayers!"

Wincing as Pierce roughly pushed back in his chair, the sound of the scrapping chair legs hard against the tile floor rang out in her ears as she watched him pick up his tray.

"If you're finished…"

"I'm not finished" Miriam spoke, crossing her arms as she stared up into Pierce's face, catching his eyes narrowing. "You need to hear what he said to me, because it concerns you."

"I don't care what he said to you," he spat dropping his tray down heavily onto the table. Pushing up the sleeve of his black t-shirt, he angled his marked bicep towards her without a second glance.

"If he was to have said anything important, my mark would be gone."

"Marcus…"

"Let's go."

…

Grand Hyatt San Francisco, 345 Stockton Street, San Francisco, California…

11:02pm

Resting the side of her head against her hand as she stared at the passing lights of the downtown San Fran businesses, she was surprised that neither one of them had exploded in the four hours of driven silence.

He is the most fucking stubborn, immortal man I have ever met

Even more stubborn than Lucifer fucking Morningstar

"We're here."

"Separate rooms?" she spat, throwing open her door as she pulled out her bag. Slinging it over her shoulder as she followed Pierce into the lobby, Miriam sighed as she watched the Lieutenant toss his credit card onto the countertop.

"Why won't he just listen?"

Hearing her whispered words as she watched a couple holding hands across the lobby floor, her eyes followed them to the doors as the man leaned in and kissed the side of the woman's neck.

What are we Marcus Pierce?

"For your room. It's an adjoining."

Taking the room key that he held out, Miriam avoided his eyes as they turned towards the set of elevator doors.

"This is ridiculous Cain. Just listen to what I have to say!"

Feeling the blood draining from her face as she caught her words, she watched as Pierce slowly turned and stared down into her face.

"Do NOT, call me Cain."

Watching the doors open, she followed behind Pierce's broad shoulders and stopped short as he threw out a hand and pointed towards a closed door to the left.

"Your room. I'll see you at breakfast."

Watching him opening the door to the room next to hers, Miriam slammed her bag against the bottom of the door as she jammed her key into the slot. Kicking the bag into the darkness, she slammed the door closed behind her and stormed over to the large windows. Ripping open the sliding glass door of the balcony, she staggered into the coolness of the night and tightly gripped the silver railing.

"All I want to do is help Cain" she whispered, feeling a cool breeze brushing across her cheek.

"But it looks like he doesn't need any damn help" she spat, staring down at the traffic that backed up along Stockton Street.

I'm gonna scream

"If you scream, we'll be disturbed Lab rat."

Spinning around as she heard the unmistakable British accent, she froze as she watched Lucifer Morningstar slowly emerging from the darkness of the room carrying two glass tumblers.

"I…I don't want a drink," she sputtered, watching as the Devil poured the contents of one glass into another without breaking a stride.

"How…what…."

"Well now, it seems that I have missed my invite to your little getaway for the weekend party" Lucifer purred as he glanced up at her over the rim of his glass.

"We just got here." Hearing the shakiness in her voice, Miriam stepped back and felt the railing pressing against her lower back as she kept her eyes firmly trained on the three-piece suited Devil.

"Do you know what day it is?"

"S…Saturday."

"Almost. Three minutes to be exact" he spoke bringing up his wrist as he glanced down at the hour and minute hands ticking away.

"Why, does it matter if it's Saturday Lucifer?"

Downing the contents of his glass, he glanced at the empty bottom before stepping up beside her and tossing the tumbler over the edge of the railing with hesitation.

"You Miriam Tyler, owe me an answer."

"An…answer?"

"Indeed, little Miriam. Deal or no deal?" he smiled, flashing fire in his dark eyes as he watched the young woman's face fall.

"Aaron…"

"Would you like to see your little baby brother one last time? Would you like to see his pain while leaving you his last voicemail? Feel his pain?" he added, stepping up close as he traced her lower jaw with his thumb.

"All you have to do, is say yes."

…

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