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Without further ado, here's Chapter 3! (You've been waiting a while, so this one's a bit longer)

Chapter 3

"Would you get off that thing?" Lucifer stood at the sink with a big fluffy white towel hung low around his hips, barely high enough to keep him decent. He was currently foaming at the mouth with a surprisingly simple toothbrush in hand.

Chloe scurried off the scale in the corner and pulled her robe off to step into the already steamy shower, "I was just curious, what's it to you?"

"That's the third time I've caught you on that thing since we started this case and it's only been a week." He spit out the toothpaste and took off the towel to join his partner already soaping up, "Should I be worried about what's going on up here?" he asked, kissing her temple under the shower head and grabbing the pouf from her hands. "Because this," he started running it down her back and around to trace each breast, his other hand close behind and not as gentle, "is just magnificent."

She flinched away, feeling a little sore. "Lucifer, we have to be to work in an hour."

"Believe it or not, I can make it quick, Detective," he pleaded, kissing her neck and going lower with the pouf.

"Not this morning, okay? I'm just not feeling that great again."

Lucifer backed off, but grabbed the shampoo and started to lather the detective's hair, knowing she wouldn't argue with the head massage and giving him a great excuse to play with the sandy blonde waves. "Still? Maybe it's time to go to a doctor?"

She shrugged, relaxing into his touch, "I don't know. It's a $30 copay and it has to be almost through my system. Dan's been fine for the last few days."

"$30? You're not going to the doctor because it would cost you $30?" he felt a little dumbfounded, taking the side shower head down to rinse her hair. He could practically see her roll her eyes at him though her back was turned.

"I'm a single mom, Lucifer. Any extra money goes to stuff for Trixie."

"She could contribute, you know," he teased. "But it's not like you're completely single, per se. I mean, you're practically living with one of the biggest nightclub owners in Los Angeles. I think I could contribute at least a smidge." Chloe froze and Lucifer started to panic, thinking he'd said the wrong thing. He put the shower head back and rubbed her shoulders, "Did I say something wrong? I realize it's practically my specialty with you, but please tell me."

She was finally able to turn around and put her arms up around his neck, carefully standing on tiptoes to kiss him. "No. I've just been so afraid to put a label on this. I didn't want to scare you off." Her eyes grew misty, noticeable even under the rainfall showerhead.

He chuckled, leaning his forehead to hers, "You're in the shower with the ruler of Hell and you're going to scare me off?"

"Only if that scale keeps going up, right?"

Knowing she was only joking, he squeezed her as tightly to him as possible and grinded his hips against her belly, "Last chance for some quick cardio."

"Seems like my trainer's all ready for me." Chloe sighed in defeat and reached back up to restart what they'd paused. "Please don't let me fall."

"Never, Detective."

"Say hello, Detective!" Lucifer turned his phone to her from the passenger seat.

She waved, "Hi Maze. How's Iowa?"

Lucifer snorted, "Hell, I presume?"

"I'm not sure why I'm trying to catch the bastard. He gets the same punishment just from being in this pathetic state of absolute nothingness that he would being in solitary." She rolled her eyes and looked behind her to a large white expanse of that same nothing, "And it's snowing. Again."

"Suppose you could bring some of that back for Trixie?" Chloe smirked, "She's worried you won't be back in time for Christmas."

"Depends on how fast I can find this guy. Shouldn't be a problem. Not like there's anything he can hide behind...unless it's a snowbank." The demon raised an eyebrow, "You're really doing Christmas, Lucifer?"

He angled the phone back onto himself to try and hide his look of irritation from the driver, "Her spawn insists, I'm afraid."

"And the big tough devil just can't say no to my kid," the proud mom grinned at Lucifer's expression, somewhere between resentful agreement and exasperation. "Oh shit, sorry…" She swerved to the side of the street, threw open the door, and barely had time to put the car in park before losing the breakfast burrito she'd just split with the man on the phone.

"Eww, what is that, Decker?" Maze sounded disgusted and impressed, "Lucifer, turn me to her. I wanna see!"

"I'll call you back later, Maze. Good luck in the arctic." He hung up and got out of the car, narrowly avoiding a skateboarder in the residential neighborhood. Reaching around what could be the line of fire again, he unbuckled her seat belt and though he was a bit cringy and gagged himself, rubbed her back until she was done heaving.

"I'm fine, I'm fine." She protested shakily as he carefully pulled her out of the car.

"You're not," he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a pack of gum, handing it to her as he guided her to his vacated seat, "and you're not driving."

"We are not going home, Lucifer. I'm fine."

"If you're fine, you wouldn't be losing your lunch every other day." He got in the driver's seat and gave her one of his most devilish grins, "Promise me you'll make an appointment today and we'll go to work. A deal with the devil if you like."

"Fine." Chloe rolled her eyes and dug a piece of gum out of the package, "Does that look really work on every woman but me?"

"You agreed did you not?"

"Only to shut you up. Now let's go. You already made me late for work."

"Ah yes. But I'm not the one that begged for seconds."

"Drive."

The detective shook her head, "I still don't believe it was suicide. I know the choreography stealing thing came up as a dead end, but let's at least review the rest of it and go over the suspects again."

Ella pulled a face that very clearly stated she disagreed, but didn't want to disagree, "Technically, they're not suspects. Not entirely anyway. But the first of our...let's call them 'persons of interest' is the husband, Mitch Adamson, 32." The chipper brunette pointed to his picture on the board, just under Chelsea's. "He's a mortgage officer at Sunny Hills Community Bank, down the street from the rink."

Lucifer, sitting on a stool next to Chloe started snoring until she elbowed him in the ribs. "Sunny Hills Community Bank? Would you actually trust a business with the words 'Sunny Hills' in the title to do more than, I dunno, store Great Aunt Petunia for safekeeping until she makes the journey to the Silver City?"

"The ghost town by Reno?" Dan piped in, sitting on the other side of his ex wife.

Chloe and Ella both smirked. Lucifer scoffed, "Heaven you nitwit."

"Duh. Ella?"

"Right. So nursing home sounding bank aside, that's pretty much the extent of Mitch's exciting life. He graduated from UCLA with a degree in business and started there as a teller and worked his way up. No previous records, average family background, according to account records, one of his only automatic withdrawals aside from rent, electricity, and internet is a membership to the gym that just so happens to be attached to the iceplex."

"Are you honestly expecting me to believe that this boring banker sod would attract a beautiful figure skater roughly 8 years his junior because he pranced on an elliptical three nights a week?" Lucifer gave the scientist a skeptical eyebrow raise.

"Hey," Chloe snapped, "we are not going back to this 'a tophat can't fall for a shoe' bullshit again, are we?"

It was Dan's turn to smirk, "She got ya there, man."

Lucifer went quiet so, he thought, only Chloe could hear, "You're not exactly a shoe, Detective."

"Awww!" Ella looked as though she'd just found a new litter of puppies.

Chloe gave her the friendliest stirn 'go on' look she could muster.

"Right, so it turns out the membership to the Lynwood Iceplex's gym only started a couple months ago and he and Chelsea had been together, or at least Wobble Official, for three years. I really um...don't think that's relevant to be completely honest. Chloe, I'm sorry. I'm grasping at straws here."

"What about the maintenance guy? The keys that were found in the press box with her blade guards had his prints all over them."

"True. And her blades were incorrectly sharpened to a point which was probably done in the shop that those keys go to," Dan and Ella swapped spots and he took over the rundown. "Chad Ellingson, also 32 has been the head maintenance guy at the arena since shortly after graduating from UCLA as well. As it turns out, he and Mitch were college buddies and according to their social media profiles, they're still pretty close."

"Oh hold on," Lucifer shook his head. "Are you saying UCLA has a program for Zamboni driving and blade sharpening?"

Dan chuckled, "According to their records, he graduated with a degree in English."

"Ah."

"Anyway, as far as we can tell, he's clean. He has a rock solid alibi with video footage of him at the donut shop down the street before Chelsea called security and after her body was found. He just wasn't at the rink yet and doesn't know how his keys got up there."

"And," Ella interjected, "it's worth mentioning that the blade guards didn't have his prints on them. Just the keys, which...they're his keys so…"

"I still want to bring him in for a second interview. The team doctor kept insisting that he hated Chelsea for being such a brat, accusing him of not knowing how to do his job. Maybe he accidentally sharpened her blades wrong and she retaliated?"

Dan sighed, "Chloe, he's worked at the rink for years. I don't think he'd still have a job if he didn't know how to sharpen blades."

"I'm still calling him in again." She stood up to swap places with Dan and pointed to the doctor's picture, "Judy May, also 32 did her pre-med at UCLA and was also friends with those two through college. She was tagged in a group picture with Chelsea, Mitch, and Chad four months ago, so we know they're all three still connected to both the victim and the rink. Judy was hired to be the team doctor six months ago."

"How close of a friend group can it be if Judy says Chad hates Chelsea?" Ella grinned, "Try saying that three times fast."

Neither Dan nor Lucifer could resist and the three failed into a fit of laughter, much to Chloe's aggravation, "Guys! What the hell? A 24 year old girl is dead. All three of these 'persons of interest' said that she kept saying that this was her year and that it was now or never. A girl that says that isn't just going to kill herself before competition starts," she started turning red and her voice cracked. "So either show a little respect and help me find who did this to her, or shut up and let me work."

She stormed off out of the lab, Lucifer close behind. "Detective, come on… We didn't mean anything like that." Without realizing it, he followed her into the ladies' room that was thankfully vacant except for them.

"Lucifer, get out."

He was a bit taken aback by the anger in her eyes, but stayed put as she splashed water on her face. "Are you okay, Chloe? Actually okay?" he asked, eyes soft as he handed her a paper towel.

"I'm fine," she said, a little shortly, though admittedly calmed down by his eyes. "I just… you know I have these gut feelings. And my gut is telling me that no matter what the evidence says, this girl did not kill herself."

"And I believe you, Detective. But I've dealt with those that decide to off themselves. They don't just end it all before a big sure thing unless they know for a fact it won't go as planned. Even then they almost all say the same thing about a permanent solution for a temporary problem and wish they'd worked it out instead of acting on the impulse."

"Wait, what was that?"

"You mean the permanent, temporary montra from the bottom shelf self help books?"

"No before that…"

"I can practically see the hamster on the wheel up there, Chloe. What is it?"

"There has to be more on that camcorder that we're not seeing." She reached up and brought him down enough to plant a kiss on his lips.

Wrapping his arms around her, Lucifer was just nudging his tongue to gain entrance into her lips when the door to the bathroom opened and Ella gasped. "Oh my gosh! Sorry! Dude in the dudette room, oh man. My bad! I'll tell you later!"

The two broke it off, looking a tad disheveled, "Wait!" Chloe called after her. Ella heard before the door shut all the way and popped her head back in, though her eyes were closed. "What was it?"

"Chelsea's full tox screens and the report from her autopsy finally came back from the morgue. There's something kind of interesting on it that I think you'll want to see."

"What would you like to do first here, Judy? Do you want to explain to us why you lied about Chad's opinion on Chelsea or why you prescribed such a high dose of Natalizumab to someone with no medical history of MS?"

Lucifer hid the grin threatening to spread on his face by scratching his upper lip. At least the detective's anger was no longer directed at him after their interview with the maintenance guy earlier that afternoon.

Now the woman that occupied the chair opposite them wore a black blazer, a tight white button down, and enough cleavage to distract a monk. Chloe noticed this too and had turned her gaze to her partner several times in the interview, feeling more than a little self conscious. This woman was LA perfect. Big boobs, tiny everywhere else, perfectly straight blond hair, perfect skin, perfect teeth. She was beautiful and confident and the detective hadn't once caught the devil's line of sight go any farther south than her chin.

'Pull yourself together, Decker. How many times has he promised you can trust him?' She was getting nowhere with the doctor, but her own thoughts were getting the best of her. "Answer me!"

"Without my lawyer present?"

"So you have something to hide then?" Lucifer raised an eyebrow, cocking his head ever so slightly, "Sorry, it just seems like whenever someone doesn't want to talk without their lawyer present it's because they are in fact guilty and need someone to say they don't have to talk. Feeling guilty about something, are we?"

Judy rolled her eyes, "Look, what I did was a little morally questionable for my profession, but there's a perfectly good reason I gave her that prescription. I diagnosed Chelsea with Multiple Sclerosis a year ago, before I started my position as the team doctor. It was actually a part of why I took the job in the first place, but the extra money from national sponsors doesn't hurt either. She didn't want the news going public, but most of all she didn't want news getting out to her husband or his best friend."

"Your friends from uni," the man added. "So you took the job so you could cook the books as it were."

"She was still skating?" Chloe looked perplexed, "How?"

Dr. May shook her head as if an explanation was tiresome, "MS progresses over a period of time. It can take longer in certain patients to really become the debilitating disease you're thinking of. Chelsea was in the early stages and that Natalizumab was working to slow it down."

"So when you said she was always saying this was her year and it was now or never, you knew that it really was now or never. Is there some reason you didn't mention this the last time you were here?"

"Chelsea was 24 years old. Even without MS 24 is almost geriatric in this sport. The meds looked like they were working, but maybe Chelsea knew something the tests weren't showing and that her dreams of making any sort of impact on her sport weren't going to happen. Maybe she killed herself so Mitch didn't have to see what she'd become."

"No no, that doesn't make sense." Lucifer sat forward in his chair, "If Mitch and Chelsie were as in love as everyone we've talked to insists, she would have known he'd help her any way he could. You said it yourself, MS takes time to progress. Why would she take away the time they have left together?"

Chloe looked over at her partner, shock written all over her face. "Who are you?"

"What?" his expression matched hers.

"That doesn't explain why you practically tried to frame Chad last time we talked. You kept saying he hated her. Thought she was a brat. Didn't know how to do his job. The list goes on. What does Chad have to do with her killing herself if what you think is true?"

"Because she was a brat." Judy sneared, "We talked about it when Mitch wasn't around."

"You see, that's funny because Chad was telling us earlier that she was completely different than the other girls on your team. Turns out, she was quite the inspiration with all of her volunteer work. Evidently, with her parents having died when she was so young, she spent a lot of time in soup kitchens and homeless shelters. She just wanted to pay it forward since she lucked out and actually found a great family through the foster system."

Judy stared straight ahead at the detective, "Yes. Okay. She was lovely. Are we done here yet? I haven't been in an appointment after five since my intern year. Can I go?"

"In a minute. Where were you the morning of December 10th between five and six a.m.?"

"Like I told you the first time, I was at home. In bed. I'm not crazy enough to be up before seven when I make this much money."

The millionaire in the room chuckled, nodding. Chloe ignored him, "And you can prove that?"

"There's cameras all over my building's underground parking, honey. You won't see my Maserati pulling out until after 9 most days. Feel free to watch the footage. Lots of cars too expensive for a cop to see too much of up close."

"Stay in the state and be available for further questions," the detective grabbed the file and left the room, Lucifer following close behind.

"Joke's on her. Feel like taking the Lamborghini out for a spin later, Detective?" he caught up to her with his long legs and slipped a hand down around her bum.

It didn't stay there long, "Lucifer, we're at work." She paused, "Wait, you have a Lamborghini?"

"There's one stashed somewhere at Lux, sure. Thought your Mustang might get lonely. Not the point. Anyway, now that it's just past five, can we call it the weekend and head home?" He grinned, looked around to see if anyone was watching, and kissed her neck, "I have an idea as to what can take your mind off things for a while."

She couldn't help it and smiled, "Why are you being so sweet today? This isn't like you. I mean, it is, but it's still kinda...are you okay?"

"Of course Detective," his voice went a little high, but his eyes were so playful and his overall expression so cheeky, she didn't know what to think.

"Alright, well I want to go see if Ella found anything on the camcorder first, and then we can-"

"Not on the camcorder, no." Ella, as always, appeared out of nowhere. "Let me plug this ancient thing in to the TV back here quick to show you what we did find though." She moved the group over to a cluster of chairs by the TV on the wall and Dan joined in. "So when we first tried to look through the hard drive, there was nothing. Literally zip, which I thought was kind of strange considering the battery was dead when we found it so it had to be running, right? Well way back when I was in middle school, I went to a concert at Ford Field back in Detroit. I think it was like...OutKast and Black Eyed Peas and...someone else…"

Her audience stared at her blankly, "Anyway," Dan guided her back to the train of the thought.

"Right, anywho! So after the show was all done, I'm heading out the main doors with my friends and I drop my little old digital camera on the concrete. I pick it up without getting trampled, but my memory card is absolutely gonezo. So we stick around until the crowd clears thinking maybe we'll find it, but it's nowhere to be seen in the area I dropped it. But one of the merch guys for OutKast heard what we were looking for and brings the darn thing over to me. It managed to zip all the way from the entryway to the merch booth without getting stepped on or swyped. About ten yards, easily."

"Fascinating," Lucifer sent a questioning look to Dan.

"Ella?" Chloe prodded.

"Right, sorry! So I figured maybe that's what happened with this bad boy. I sent a couple rookies to the rink to search literally everywhere and we got it!" She held up the small blue piece of plastic before popping it in. "And now for our feature presentation," she hit play and they all watched the victim practicing her routine from the vantage point of the side rail.

"Looks a little rough…" Dan cringed as she fell from an attempted double toe loop.

Lucifer's brow furrowed, "Okay normally I would find this hilarious, but it's a bit sad isn't it? Why is she even filming it if she knows how tremendously bad it is?"

"Wait, watch." Ella turned up the volume in time for one last stumble before Chelsea's eyes went wide and she made a mad dash to the camera before it was knocked off.

"Ella, can you rewind that to just before her last fall?" the detective moved closer to the speaker on the TV. "Turn it up some more?"

Lucifer and Dan watched her as she strained to listen, waiting until the camera fell again to ask, "What is it?"

"Someone said, 'Why are you even still trying?' Ella, can you isolate it to just the background noise and turn it up as loud as you can?"

"It'll probably take the weekend, but you got it boss!" The bubbly scientist smiled and saluted, unplugging the camera and heading back to her lab.

"Right!" Lucifer stood up and put a hand on Chloe's lower back, "Shall we commence the weekend?"

Dan got up as well and rubbed his neck awkwardly, "I'm gonna go pick Trixie up. I'll see you Sunday? Your place or Lux?"

She blushed a little, "Probably Lux."

"Chloe, I do believe you are a bit drunk," Lucifer actually giggled, holding his arm out for her to grab onto as she stepped out of the Corvette.

"I'm not drunk, you jerk. We only had one bottle of wine at the restaurant," she laughed, leaning on him as they walked toward the elevator.

He didn't mind at all. She was warm and weighed just enough to apply a comforting pressure to his side. Wherever they touched seemed to give him an almost electric buzz that still hadn't gone away after the almost two and a half months they'd spent together. He pulled his arm out from hers and put it around her shoulders, grabbing her now free hand with his, "You had the bottle of wine, Detective. I was drinking whiskey all night."

"And you drove? I'm a cop! I should arrest you!"

"Celestial metabolism, remember?" When the elevator doors closed, she snuggled into his chest. He put his chin on the top of her head and looked at the reflection in the golden mirrors. "Now, tell it to me straight and be completely honest, okay?"

She pushed away and looked up at him, amused, "What?"

"Should I feel like I'm taking advantage of you if as soon as these doors open to the penthouse, I carry you to bed and have my way with you?"

"Only if you don't like this," Chloe reached behind her and hit the stop button, undoing his pants and kneeling down in front of him before he could figure out what she was doing.

"Why Detective, you dirty little minx." His grin spread ear to ear as her warm fingers pulled down his black boxers enough to free his already hardening cock. Her touch alone felt electric, but her kisses on his thighs and scrotum had him gripping the railing behind him. It hadn't been the first time she'd done this to him, but it was the first time she'd taken all of the control and somehow their first time in the elevator. Lightning bolts ran down his spine as she kissed the head before taking it all in. His head lulled back and his knees went weak, twisting his fingers in the hair she'd let down for their date.

After a few minutes of pure ecstasy, he somehow reached for the button to restart the elevator, but couldn't wait any longer. He gently pulled back and guided her up, spinning them around and pinning her to the wall he'd just vacated. In one swift motion, he lifted her leg, moved her short skirt, and thrusted into her so hard that she dug her teeth into his shoulder, only encouraging him to go faster and harder until the doors opened to his living room.

He pulled out just as roughly, leaving Chloe a quivering mess. Gathering her in his arms, he made up for it by kissing her the four steps it took him to get to the bedroom, and stood her back up at the foot of the bed. Within seconds, all of their clothes and shoes were torn off, Lucifer about to push her onto the bed. "No no," Chloe licked her lips, a devilish grin on her own face. He was going to lose control already if she wasn't careful. She put her hands on his chest and shoved him down to the bed, crawling on top and easing herself back down his sizable shaft. He reached up, rolling her nipples in his thumbs and fingers, enjoying the view.

He'd never in his millenia long life been as intoxicated as he was now by the sounds she was making. He needed more. He grabbed her hands on his chest and kissed them as he pulled her down, wrapping his arms tight around her back, her hair forming a curtain around their faces. "Oh Chloe," he moaned, completely breathless as he started thrusting up into her as fast as he could.

"Lucif-" she couldn't finish her words. She was panting and breathless, her cheek against his. He just kept going, both of them grunting until her back arched and she just couldn't help the screams that escaped her lips as she rode out the orgasm. He wasn't too far behind her, gripping a wad of her hair in his big hands and slowing down, a few last thrusts lingering as he shuddered through his release.

"Wow," Chloe panted, still on top of him, no other words coming to mind.

"Happy 75, Chlo." He was just as breathless, amazingly. He shifted them so they were both laying on their sides, cuddled up close together in the dark, even if they were both a bit sweaty. He ran his fingernails up and down her back, causing goosebumps to spread down her entire body.

She looked deliriously happy, but confused, "75?"

"Well, that was number 75 for us," he moved the hair from her face and caressed her cheek.

"You kept track of how many times we've had sex?" She wanted to be grossed out, but she couldn't. She laughed and shook her head, "Again, Lucifer Morningstar, who are you?"

"Not how many times we've had sex. It's past midnight which means it's how many days we've had sex in a row. Normally it's what? Two, three times in a day? Course there was that day last month where you were particularly horny. We might have set a world record that afternoon alone. I should call Guinness."

The detective rolled her eyes, "Well it couldn't have been every day. I mean, no offense, but you don't seem like the kind of guy that's okay with um...well you know. About once a month. For a few days at least there wasn't any sex in there, right?"

"No," he shook his head a confused smile playing on his lips, "no because that'd break the streak. It's like Snapchat that way, see."

"Right, right. Okay. I get it. Huh…" her heart started pounding.

Lucifer noticed her change in mood, "Detective, are you okay?"

She tried to snap out of it. It just flat out couldn't be. He'd said it was impossible and she trusted him with her life. It had to be something else. "I'm okay." she smiled back at him and kissed him, but rolled over to be the little spoon. Within minutes, Mr. 'I-Can-Go-All-Night's' breathing slowed down and his grip loosened as he fell fast asleep.

Chloe however was not going to be sleeping any time soon. She kept stirring, a million thoughts running through her head. She'd been throwing up, her boobs were sore and it almost killed her when Lucifer was playing with them earlier. She'd been breaking out, the scale kept going up, and her emotions were all over the board lately. And now come to find out she was roughly two and a half months late. "There's no way though…" She didn't mean to say it out loud and was startled when Lucifer unfurled a wing to cover her up. It was such a sweet gesture, but she suddenly felt claustrophobic.

"There's no way for what?" he said, almost child-like in his sleep.

"Shh, go back to sleep," she squeezed his arm, unsure if his wing had the same feeling as the rest of his body when it came to sneaking out of the bed.

Lucifer woke up from a very deep sleep to a sharp pain at his temple, "What the-"

"Oh good, you're up!" Chloe stood at the side of the bed, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

"Chloe, what's going on? You look like you haven't slept." He slowly tucked his wing back in and let his eyes adjust to the dim light coming in from the windows, "What's this?" He fumbled around the bed for what had woken him up, finding a strange blue and white stick.

"That, you fucking bastard, is proof that you do, in fact, lie to me." She held up another of the sticks in her hand and waved it around furiously, "Don't you ever expect me to trust you again. You said this wouldn't happen, yet here I am two months late, morning sickness, sore boobs, and a blue stick. How could you do this to me?" She was turning red again, shaking, and screaming through her teeth, her eyes were filled to the brim with yet unshed tears, "You fucking lied to me, Lucifer. After all this time saying you never would."

Lucifer fumbled to get up and throw on the pair of pants at the foot of the bed, "Chloe, I haven't. What the hell is going on? Chloe!" His heart was pounding and a lump had formed in his throat. He couldn't breathe and the woman he cared so much for was stepping onto the elevator, giving him a look that should have been able to kill. His heart felt like it still could. "Chloe?!"

"Go back to Hell, Lucifer."

And with that, the elevator doors shut and she was gone. He was still confused, and dare he say it, heart broken. He fell to his knees, stick still in hand. "Chlo?" he called again, knowing it was useless. Feeling completely lost, he ran a hand through his hair and inspected the small plastic weapon she'd chosen. "P...pre," he rubbed his eyes. He couldn't be seeing it right, "Pregnant?" He sat in front of the elevator, frozen. "Detective?"

Hoooooo, sorry! That was a long one. (That's what she said). Anywho, feel free to comment. Lemme know what you think! Again, sorry about the wait, but I'm hoping chapters will be more consistent now. :)

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