Chloe was sitting at her desk doing some paperwork. As it was Saturday, most of the precinct wasn't there, which she liked. She preferred working with just a few others, especially when she had paperwork, Of course, one of the few others there was Dan, which made her less than thrilled, but she'd grown accustomed to ignoring him whenever possible.
"Chloe!" a young voice called out.
Chloe looked up and smiled when she saw Lucifer and Beatrice coming her way. Beatrice was carrying a big stuffed panda bear. "Hey, you guys. I didn't expect to see you."
"I asked Daddy if we could come see you on our way home. We went to the fair today. Daddy said we could do anything I wanted today since he's had to work a lot more lately," Beatrice said.
"Yes, that was my first mistake. That place was awful. There were so many little beasts there," Lucifer said with a shudder.
"You mean the other children, don't you?" Chloe asked. She'd learned early on in their partnership that, despite having one of his own, Lucifer wasn't a big fan of kids. His exact words to her were, 'I like my child, Detective.' It was funny because he was a very good father from what she'd seen.
"Of course," Lucifer said as though it should be obvious.
"Look what I won," Beatrice said as she held up her new toy.
"Wow, that's great. You won it by yourself?" Chloe asked.
"Yeah. It took me a lot of tries though," Beatrice said.
"Well, it looks like it was worth the effort," Chloe said.
The three of them didn't notice Dan looking on from his desk. He was furious. An outsider would think the three of them were a family, but they weren't. Morningstar and his kid were not Chloe's family and it pissed him off to watch her pretend that they were.
Dan angrily approached them. "Hey, Morningstar. Does this look like a playground to you? Your kid doesn't belong here."
"I don't believe anyone asked your opinion, Detective Douche," Lucifer said before turning back to the detective and his child, not giving the idiot behind him another thought.
Chloe glared at Dan for a minute before smiling back at Beatrice. "Don't listen to him, sweetheart. Your daddy can bring you to see me anytime."
"Nice, Chloe. You know, this isn't your kid. You can't just replace our daughter with someone else's brat. And this bastard's kid would be a poor imitation!" Dan snarled.
Beatrice grabbed her father's hand tightly and hid behind him. This man was really mean. He reminded her of her old dad. He used to call her a brat too and he yelled a lot before he hit her.
Chloe was shaking from the pain and rage going through her body. She could punch Dan, and if there wasn't a child present, she would've. How dare he accuse her of trying to replace her child? How dare he even mention their little girl? He never gave a damn enough to even pay attention to her when they had her. That was exactly why they no longer had her. And to do so while also frightening another child was reprehensible.
Lucifer was surprised to hear that the detective had and had lost a child, but that surprise was immediately replaced by fury. He was furious that not only had this bastard had publicized something that the detective obviously wanted to keep as private as possible, not to mention shaming her about it, but he'd also insulted and frightened Lucifer's child. That would not be tolerated.
Lucifer squeezed his daughter's hand to let her know everything was okay. His eyes, however, never left Detective Douche. They flashed red just for a second. It wasn't long enough for anyone to realize. Anyone who saw would just think it was a trick of the light. When he finally spoke, he was eerily calm. "Listen carefully, Detective Douche. You will never speak to the detective that way again. You will never dare to such a painful event against her again."
"Screw you!" Dan yelled.
"And if you ever speak of my daughter in such away again, I will personally send you to hell!" Lucifer snarled. The bastard should be grateful Beatrice was present. If she hadn't been, Lucifer would ensure Detective Douche didn't walk for a week.
"Daddy, I wanna go home," Beatrice cried as she clung to his hand.
"You should go, Lucifer. Take her home," Chloe said.
Lucifer was hesitant. He didn't want to leave the detective, but Beatrice was scared, and she was his first priority. "Very well. Come on, my urchin," he said before picking Beatrice up into his arms and heading out.
Once she was sure Lucifer and Beatrice were gone, Chloe turned to Dan and backhanded him hard across the face. "Don't you ever throw Trixie in my face! Don't even mention her again! You have no right! You never gave a damn about her!"
Dan opened his mouth to speak.
"And she was not 'our' daughter. She was mine. You proved how little she meant to you. You don't have the right to claim her anymore!" Chloe snapped before walking away.
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Lucifer sat down in his living room with a glass of whiskey. It took quite a lot to get Beatrice to go to sleep tonight. The incident at the police station had greatly traumatized her. No doubt, it reminded her of her life prior to being put in his care. Beatrice did well most days, but sometimes, he was reminded just how much damage that bastard had done to her.
Lucifer was actually seriously considering having his therapist sit down with Beatrice for a few sessions. Linda had suggested it when he told her about his child, but he was still unsure. He wasn't sure if it might make things worse to speak of it.
Lucifer soon her the elevator ding. He turned to see the detective enter. He immediately stood up. "Detective. I didn't expect you. Can I offer you a drink?"
"Hi. Yeah, that would be great," Chloe said. She could use several drinks right now.
Lucifer immediately got up and poured her a drink, as well as pouring himself another. He brought it over to her.
"Thank you," Chloe said as she took the offered drink from him.
"Are you alright? I apologize for leaving you with Detective Douche. I didn't want to," Lucifer said as he led the way over to the couch and sat down.
"Don't be ridiculous. You had to take care of your daughter. I can handle Dan anyways. How is Beatrice, by the way. I could tell she was frightened," Chloe said before taking a seat next to him.
"Yes. Your ex reminded her a bit of her biological father. I'm sure you deduced by now that I adopted Beatrice," Lucifer said. She'd dug into his past, so she would know that he wasn't the child's biological father.
"Yeah, I found out when I was looking into you. The girl's biological father gave her to you when she was four," Chloe said.
Lucifer nodded. That was the story he'd told social services, and it wasn't a lie. Davis had asked him to take the child. Lucifer had just omitted what Davis wanted done with her and what he'd done to him. "He was a bastard. He abused her."
"Yeah, Beatrice mentioned a little about him when I watched her for you. It makes me sick and furious to think about how a parent could do that," Chloe said with a disgusted look on her face.
"Yes, I feel the same. I imagine it makes you even more furious given what you've lost," Lucifer said.
Chloe closed her eyes sadly. She knew she was going to have to explain. That was one of the reasons she'd come. Lucifer was eventually going to ask, and she wanted to get it all over with. "My daughter was two the last time I saw her. Her name was Trixie."
Normally Lucifer would point out what an awful idea that was for a name, as it was something a hooker would call themselves, but as I parent, he knew it wouldn't be appropriate now. Normally, he didn't care about being appropriate, but he knew how the detective had to be feeling.
"I was working. Trixie was home with Dan. I should've been there. I should've called out or something. I could've said I was sick," Chloe said in a broken voice.
"Detective, I don't know what happened, but I know you would've been there if you'd known something was going to happen to your child. What did Detective Douche do?" Lucifer asked. He was pretty sure that Daniel was responsible. He was home with the child. Plus, the way the detective seemed to despise him said that something awful had happened between them. Many divorced couples hated each other, but the detective could barely tolerate her ex's presence.
Chloe laughed bitterly. "I think what he didn't do was worse than what he did, and it was throughout Trixie's whole life. He wasn't ever really there for her. When she was born, he was working. He didn't answer his phone when I called him to come to the hospital. That was only the beginning though. He was rarely around. He cared more about work. Don't get me wrong, I know that this job is important. I even understand that occasionally it has to take precedence, but he did it all the time. He never put us first."
"Then he was a fool. That isn't very surprising though. Detective, I believe I owe you an apology. I while back, I said it was best that Detective Douche not have children…"
"You didn't know, Lucifer, and you weren't wrong. I loved my daughter and I wouldn't wish her away for anything, but I wish she had a different father. If she'd had a father like you, I'd probably still have her," Chloe cried.
Lucifer put his hand on top of hers.
"Like I said, Dan was supposed to be looking after Trixie that day. He wasn't too interested in that though. He invited another cop over and was drinking and watching TV with him. They left the door open and feel asleep," Chloe said angrily.
Lucifer sighed. He could imagine the rest. He'd learned quickly that children were fast. If you took your eyes off for even a minute, they would be into something. It sounded like Detective Douche had neglected his child for much longer than that. The child went out the door and either wasn't found, or it was too late when they did find her. "Did they find her?"
Chloe shook her head. "I think that's even worse, you know? I don't want to imagine her being… But I think I could at least get out of this limbo."
Lucifer could imagine what she was going through. It would kill him if anything happened to Beatrice. It would be worse than when he was kicked out of Heaven. It would be worse than anything. He could also imagine the awful things the detective must be thinking about. He'd seen how awful humans could be. Davis, and what he'd done to Beatrice was a good example. "I'm so sorry, Detective."
Chloe leaned into his arms and started crying hard.
