AUTHOR'S NOTE: I realise that Lucifer wouldn't have felt pain from his binder in the previous chapter, but surely if angels self-actualise, he could self-actualise his dysphoria and, knowing the usual consequences of sleeping in a binder, self-actualise that as well? Oh, and sorry for how short the first chapter was, I kind of imagine it going before the intro screen if it were an episode, if that makes sense?

Well, thanks for reading and I really hope you enjoy,

Rhiadyn

'Detective! You forgot to call! Luckily, Miss Lopez informed me of our fun new murder- though she wouldn't give me any details. Keeping it a surprise, I suppose.' Lucifer strode across the school hall to the small group of humans that had become so much more, adjusting his cufflinks.

Chloe Decker rolled her eyes, 'Actually, I didn't forget, I just don't think this crime scene is the place for your humour and quips. This is serious.'

'Well, of course it is. It is our quality time after all, how else will you realise your latent feelings for me?'

'Just- stop. This murder is... disturbing and if you can't behave, you'll be off the case. Am I clear?'

'Crystal', he flashed her an award-winning smile but she had already started walking away. Quickly, Lucifer followed. There, lying lifeless on the wooden floor, arms wrapped around his own throat and legs spread wide, was the body of a young boy. His throat had been slashed and his face disfigured. Lucifer swore under his breath, 'What monster would do this?'

Dan nodded gravely from where he was stood, comforting Ella, 'I know, it's hard to see.'

'You know, Daniel, for the first time ever, you are absolutely right.'

Chloe looked up from the body, eyes still slightly red, 'Look, the only thing we can do for him now is catch the person that did this and make sure they go away for a very long time.'

'Right, ok, um, vic was Sam Davis, 17-year-old literature student here at Bluemill Academy. Cause of death was probably when his throat was cut, but see these wounds across his face, they bled a lot, so they were definitely done while he was still alive, and from the tension in the body, I'd say he's been dead about 9 hours, putting the time of death between 11 and 12 last night. ' said Ella all in one breath.

'So, he was tortured?'

'Looks that way, implying some sort of hate crime, but I'll know more when I get back to the lab.'

'Now, Dan, Ella, you secure the crime scene and do another sweep, Lucifer, we'll go talk to the victim's big brother.'

'LAPD, you're James Davis?'

'What? Yeah, sorry, that's me, um, how can I help, detective?'

'I'm sorry to have to ask you this, but where were you between 11 and 12 last night?'

'I was, um, you know, I don't really remem-' he stopped with a gasp as he was lifted into the air, pawing desperately at the hands around his throat, legs kicking frantically. Lucifer's eyes glowed a burning inferno, 'I'll ask you again: where were you between 11 and 12 last night?'

'Fine, I was with Anna!' James was now the colour of a ripe pomegranate.

'Thank you, Lucifer. '

'My pleasure, Detective, ' he purred.

She turned to the suspect, head tilted to the side, 'Mr Davis, who is Anna and where can we find her?'

'Um, they are- they were Sam's therapist, and recently we've kind of been seeing each other. We knew Sam would be okay with it but we still wanted to wait for a good time to tell him. Now I guess we never will.'

'I'm sorry, where can we find them?' The Detective blushed slightly due to her inevitable mistake. Lucifer was impressed at how quickly the Detective had adapted to different pronouns, maybe he didn't have too hide.

James scribbled something on a bit of paper and handed it to the detective eyes downcast, 'They'll, um, be at this address. But they didn't do it, they couldn't, they wouldn't, they-'

'Will be able to corroborate your alibi. Thank you Mr Davis, we'll be in touch if we need anything else.'

Lucifer smirked: they had a lead and he knew they wouldn't rest until they caught the bastard that did this.