"I Love My Friends" - Foster The People
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Guest: I will not let them catch a break for a while. It's a slow burn haha. Sorry!
Blondie 2000: We all want a man to make us breakfast xD. Then again I wouldn't mind Ella make it for me either ;).
Ashley Dreamer: I'm just going to run your brain crazy for the next month. You'll slowly get information soon from Michael. I haven't written it yet, but I'm hoping for Michael to feel comfortable sharing with either Amenadiel or Maze. We'll see. If you'd like I'll give you a run down on private message. I'm not able to private message you so if you want to fix that on your end, I can explain more ha. As for you words of LOVE, THANK YOU! Your reviews make my day! I try really hard to make this story as authentic to the show as possible, in the character's personalities. Thank you, thank you, thank you 3
Michael integrating himself into Lucifer's life has to be the sweetest thing ever. He's not only slipped himself into his brother's business, but his friends. I can't wait for Lucifer to come back in and have a problem with everyone liking him. Brotherly jealousy. He's taken Dan as a friend and has wooed Ella. I'm pretty sure Maze is going to stick to Michael like glue. He just gets her, this new side of her.
I feel a Nick Grindell quote coming along! "This town ain't big enough for the two of us."
Anyways… Enjoy!
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Precinct
Dan waited until Ella reached the last step of the stair to interlock his elbow with hers. He instantly caught her by surprise. She felt kidnapped as Dan led her over to the copy machines under the stairs.
"So?" He asked. She let out a nervous chuckle, not entirely sure what Dan was insinuating. "Oh come on, this is clearly Chloe's shirt." He pulled at the material on her sleeve. "In fact, I remember giving her this shirt."
"I thought this was Maze's shirt!" Ella looked down at the cure shirt, confused.
"You know if I didn't know Chloe and Maze were just friends to Michael, I'd be worried." Dan let out a chuckle. "So how was the date?"
"Why do you want to know?"
"I can't ask about my friend's date?"
"You can, but I don't kiss and tell, Dan." She turned away from him with a smile on her lips. She grabbed the papers in her little cubby and walked away to her office.
She knew all about Maze and Dan's little bet.
"Oh come on! Who told you about the bet?"
"Maze!" She turned around before entering her office. "Cold Dan, that's just cold."
"I didn't mean to get sucked into the bet… Maze is very pushy."
"Oh I know, she texted me this morning as I got out of the shower."
"What did you tell her?" He asked.
"The same thing I'm telling you! I don't kiss and tell."
She stuck her tongue out at him and slipped into her office. Dan smirked to himself as Ella disappeared into her private room. He slapped his mail against his desk and had himself a seat.
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Ella entered the dim room of her office, involuntarily flipping the switch to the lights while looking at her mail. The lack of light caused her to look up. She went ahead and tried the switch once more. Nothing.
"Odd…"
She tossed all her mail onto her table and made her way over to the far corner to turn on the other set of lights. It immediately lit the room. Happy she had light, Ella made her way back over to the table and grabbed her mail. She'd flipped through the envelopes shaking her head. It was all junk. She tossed them back on the table when she was done.
She looked over at Chloe's desk and saw no sign of the Detective. She sighed.
An incoming ping off her phone broke Ella's concentration. She reached into her back pocket and pulled out her phone.
It was from Michael.
Completely forgot to ask for your Uber account information. Mind sending me the info so I can work on collecting your keys :) ?
Ella went ahead and shot him a quick text asking him to give her a second. She opened up her Uber app and copied the information to send to Michael. Once that was secured, she sent the information over.
Thank you, my dear. I'll let you know when I've retrieved the keys. Have a nice day at work!
Ella smiled down at her screen. She had not expected Michael to actually take time out of his day to track down her keys. Sure he voiced he would last night, but she had just assumed he was saying that to get into her pants.
Knowing he still wanted to help made her smile.
She knew she had a bad run with men lately and knowing Michael wasn't like them, made her day. Obviously, she still remembered Chloe's warning about Michael's more deplorable behavior. She still kept that in consideration, but so far he'd been admirable. He hadn't taken advantage of her. He's been a complete gentleman. He listened to her and kept a subtle boundary. His actions last night were a testament to that.
Ella closed the screen on her phone. She tapped it against the palm of her hand, deep in thought. He's leaving soon, she told herself. A month, from what she remembered. So she had about three weeks left with him.
She bit her lip, thinking about the information. Weighing her options.
She could either play this off as a very long one night stand, or persuade him to stick around longer. He doesn't seem like he wants to leave Los Angeles anytime soon. He keeps raving about his love for the city and the friends he'd made.
She put a pin on her thoughts when she saw Chloe walk down from the stairs.
She dropped her phone on the table and rushed out to grab her friend. Just like Dan, she interlocked her arm around Chloe's elbow.
"We need to talk!" Ella addressed. She dragged her over to her office as Chloe stuttered.
"Not fair!" Dan called out.
"Shush!"
Ella dragged Chloe into her office, closing the door behind her. By the time Chloe managed to get a word in, she looked at Ella's shirt and pointed at it.
"Is that… is that my shirt?"
"What?" Ella looked down. "Oh! Yeah…" she let out a nervous chuckle, "I kinda needed something to wear after spending the night with Michael…"
"What!" Chloe said in shock.
"Oh you wouldn't believe the night I had." Ella was practically radiating with happiness.
"Seeing as you're wearing my favorite shirt and saying you spent the night at Lux… I get the picture."
"It's not what you think," Ella argued. She grabbed Chloe's hand and gave her the brightest smile. "We didn't sleep together."
"Oh…" She frowned. She furrowed her brows together not sure why Ella was excited about that. "Really?"
"Nope." She overly accentuated the p. "Although don't kick a girl for not trying. And I tried! Oh, I tried so hard." She stared off to the side, thinking about the missed attempts of getting laid last night.
"What happened?" Chloe asked. Ella shook her head pulling herself from her thought.
"I misplaced my fudging keys. We got an Uber to my apartment to, you know, do the deed," Ella did a little swiggle to mimic sex, "and I went to grab my keys and I didn't have them." Her tone changed to disappointment when she finished explaining.
"Oooh that sucks."
"It did... You never get so aroused that you're just lost. Like you're so flustered you can't think straight?" Chloe nodded her head knowingly. "That was us last night. Well at least for me. He had me like that all night. On the date, the car ride, outside my apartment. He's like a drug. I felt like he was purposely doing it up until this morning."
"He didn't… you know pressure you, did he?"
"No! No!" She stressed. She let out a quick chuckle. "I think I kinda pressure him. I thought he was going to make a move and when he didn't, I took actions into my own hands. Walked in on him changing with nothing but his favorite shirt on me."
"Look at you!" Chloe let down that wall of hers and started talking shop with Ella. She pulled up a seat and sat down. "He turned you down?"
"I actually did…" Ella pouted at the memory. She sat besides Chloe with a frown on her face. "I expected him to whisk me off to the bed and have his way with me, but he hesitated. He tried sneaking it in at the end but you know… a girl just wants to be picked up and taken away by the passion," she let out a chuckle. "I kicked myself for turning him down and having him sleep in the guest room."
"You sent him to the guest room?" Chloe was laughing at the comment. "He hates that bed."
"He didn't mention that! Oh, now I feel bad…" Chloe waved her off, telling her he dug his own grave. "Side note!" Ella placed her hand on Chloes. "Oh my God! Lucifer's bed is Heavenly… I slept like a baby. A baby, Chloe!"
"Oh I know," she nodded her head thinking about her nights on that bed. "I know…" She shook her head before letting it drift down a rabbit hole. "So aside from the failed sex attempt, how was the date?"
"It was amazing! We got to talk and hang out with two other couples. I taught Michael how to bowl… we got a little touchy," she smirked. "Had a few too many drinks and laughed our asses off. He really is a great guy."
"I have to admit he's a little more laid back than Lucifer. He's easy to fall into a relaxed state with. I would just…" she sighed, "I wouldn't get too caught up, Ella. He's leaving in a few weeks and I don't want you getting too caught up with his charm."
"No, I know…" She sat up straight. "I can separate my feelings... At least, I hope I can… He doesn't necessarily come off as the type to get close to someone and just leave. He talked about you, Dan, and Maze all night. He seemed pretty happy to be in L.A with family. Maybe he'll stick around…" It was a long shot, but she could only hope and put it out in the universe.
Chloe held her tongue. Her conversation with Michael had gone a little off the rails the other night. He did sound like he wanted to stay in Los Angeles… but his kids. She didn't know if Ella knew. She didn't even know how Ella would respond to that. So she kept her mouth shut and nodded her head. She squeezed Ella's hand and shot her a smile.
"I hope so as well. I don't like seeing you hanging out with random men. That one guy with the tattoo on his penis was my last straw for you. Michael is good for you, there's no denying that. I haven't seen you this happy in a very long time."
"You think so?"
"Yeah." She opened her arms, inviting Ella for a hug. The scientist got up from her seat and embraced the hug that was offered. "Maybe it's his angelic presence that's lifted your spirits," she joked. Ella quickly pulled away.
"Oh, not you too! That would be hilarious if Michael was the actual Michael, but he's not."
"You never know… Lucifer is all about his Devil schtick," Chloe shrugged his shoulder, "you never know."
"Shut up!" Ella playfully pushed Chloe away. The two immediately started laughing.
Dan rushed over to the room. He tapped on the door frame to grab their attention.
"We got a murder over on Skid Row. The Captain asked for us to drive down to the crime scene. Same car?"
"Yeah, we'll take mine," Chloe said.
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Penthouse
Michael had his hands full trying to locate Ella's apartment keys. He didn't have legal clearance and the company was refusing to give him the driver's information. He tried threatening the worker over the phone, but it seemed the employee's hatred for his job was too great to him to care.
Michael tossed his phone into the couch, frustrated. He promised Ella he'd get her keys for her. He didn't want to go back on his word. Michael closed his eyes and tried to come up with an idea. Out of nowhere, his eyes shot open. He smiled to himself and stood up from the couch. He placed his hands together and prayed out loud.
"Tony? Can you hear me, Tony? It's Michael. I know you can hear me, Tony." When he didn't get a response, he switched from his regular tone to a more strict demeanor. "Saint Anthony! Hear me now. I require some assistance. I've lost something that is mine and need your assistance. Tony, Tony, look around. Tony, Tony, help me find the keys that must be found."
He dropped his hands and opened his eyes. He hated using his angelic status, but he needed this done. Keen that Tony would take long, Michael decided to clean the sheets off the bed. He walked up the stairs to the bedroom and began pulling the sheets off the bed to change the bedding.
Footstep echoed off the marble floor. Michael stopped and looked over into the living room. A large smile on Maze's face forced Michael to roll his eyes and proceed with his chore. Maze rushed up the stairs and plopped herself on the chair in the far corner.
"So… how was last night?" She crossed her leg over the other. Michael could practically feel the shit eating grin on her face.
"No comment."
"Oh come on! I got nothing out of her this morning."
"You talked to Ella?" He stopped what he was doing and looked at Maze.
"No. I shot her a text and she left me on read. What, were the two of you still going at it this morning?" Maze got up from her seat and lifted the dirty sheet. Michael grabbed it out of her hand, shooting her a glare.
"We didn't… do anything last night."
"What?" She asked, shocked. Maze let out a chuckle. She walked up to Michael and began playfully jabbing him in the stomach. "Did little Miss Nice not put out?" Michael slapped her hands away. "Oh he's tense! You know if you're backed up," she smirked down at his pants, "I can always relieve that for you."
"Stop it," Michael warned.
"What? It's just an offer," she winked. Michael rolled his eyes and continued to change the bedding.
"To what do I owe this pleasure of having you over so early?"
Maze shrugged her shoulders.
"Was bored and in the neighborhood." She moved around the room looking at the rug.
"What do you want?" Michael knew something was up.
"A good honest fuck, but you won't give that to me."
Michael rolled his eyes once again.
"And you never will." He lifted the pillowcase up by the tabs and smiled at Maze. "You're too close of a friend to me."
"We're friends?"
"Why not," Michael shrugged his shoulders. "I get you. You get me. We enjoy each other's company enough to tolerate one another." He tossed the pillow onto the bed and grabbed another case. "We both like to push the other's buttons and hang out. Is that not friendship?"
Maze picked up a pillow and handed it to him. She thought over his words and smiled.
"I guess…"
Michel took the pillow and placed the new case on it. When he was done he tossed it onto the bed. The bed was fully made. Maze took one look and let herself fall onto the sheets.
"I just made that you know?"
"I do." She patted the spot besides her, silently asking him to lay down with her. He sighed.
"Fine." He laid besides his friend and looked up at the ceiling. "You okay?"
"Yeah, why wouldn't I?" She turned her head to the side and looked at Michael. He did the same. He could see the underlying sadness in her eyes.
"I heard Eve was in town… that wouldn't happen to be why you're hiding up here with me, now would it?"
Maze rolled her eyes and looked up at the ceiling. Michael lifted himself onto his side and nudged Maze' shoulder.
"You know she's more likely to come over here than anywhere else right?" She stayed quiet. "I see… well if you'd like, I could talk to her and see what she's doing in town…" He laid back down just staring up at the ceiling. "Maybe get a feel of what…"
"No."
"No, what?"
There was a silence.
"I don't know…" She sighed and let her head rest on Michael's shoulder.
"I know how you feel," he said. He took a deep breath and let out the air. "These feelings are new for us, it's confusing."
"It is…"
A pair of footsteps could be heard from the living room. Both Maze and Michael stood up in sync with one another. A short priest with dark robes moved about the living room.
"Who's the monk?"
"Priest," Michael corrected. He stood up and rushed down the step. He extended his hand and shook the priest's hand. "Saint Anthony, glad you got my prayer. Did you find my keys?"
"I did…" He scowled at Michael as he noticed a demon behind him. He refused to hand over the keys until Michael answered his questions. "What is a demon doing in your presence?"
"Mazikeen?" Michael turned around and beckoned her over. "She is a friend, Tony."
"Hanging out with demons, my prince? That is not like you."
Michael was taken back by the remark.
"And who am I supposed to hang out with?" Michael crossed his arms across his chest. "You are not my father, nor my superior. So tell me please, who are you to tell me who to hang out with?"
The priest lowered his head saying nothing. He pulled the keys from his robes and offered it to Michael. The angel plucked the keys from his hands, shoving them in his pocket.
Michael turned away expecting the priest to have left, but he stayed with his head low.
"You may go Tony."
"I…" He looked up with a frown. "I mean no trouble, my prince, but… I was also wondering when it'd be that you'd be returning back to the Silver City."
Strike two. Michael glared at the priest who dared speak his mind at him. He dropped his arms and stood tall.
"I didn't realize I needed to report my comings and goings to you as well." Michael addressed with a strong voice. Michael could hear the laughter coming from Maze behind him.
"I apologize, my prince… Forgive me." He bowed his head, "should you be in need of my services once more, I'd be happy to oblique." He left as fast as he arrived.
Michael shook his head and turned around to face Maze. She had the biggest smile on her face. She walked down the steps and right up to Michael.
"That was so hot." She walked up to Michael and ran her hands up his chest. "Are you sure we can't bust out a quick one? Ella doesn't have to know." She let one hand slide down his pants, along his zipper. Michael wrapped his arms around her wrists and pulled her hands away.
"No, Mazikeen." The demon pouted as she was denied once again. Michael rolled his eyes, stepping away from Maze. He pulled the keys out of his pocket and looked over the item.
"You lost your keys?"
"Ella lost them last night, I promised I'd help her find them."
"Using celestial beings to do your bidding," she hummed at the idea. "Handy. Does she know about you and all?"
"No…"
"Are you planning on telling her?"
"When the time is right… I don't want to scare her away."
Maze scoffed out a laugh.
"Ha! Like that would ever happen. She's all sunshine and rainbows. God this, God that. I think you're her wet dream come alive."
"Don't say it like that."
"Like what?" She purred.
"You're making it sound dirty." He shook his head. "She's stepped down from her faith… I don't want to startle her."
"Highly doubt that, but whatever you say." Maze started walking over to the elevator.
"Where are you going?"
"Don't know yet. I was hoping Eve would pop around, but…" she looked around, "nothing. Might go grab a bite to eat."
"Mind if I join you?"
"If you want... You're buying though."
"Fine." He grabbed his keys off the table and walked over to Maze. She held the door open for him until he stepped inside. "Thank you."
"I was thinking Granville, have you eaten there yet?" The elevator doors closed immediately.
I am a terrible Catholic. I don't practice, but I do occasionally call upon my saints and ask things of them. I find it funny that Michael, a great and powerful angel, would do the same. The man can literally manifest things into existence, but instead chooses to have people do his job for him.