City of Sin
Corruption V
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***CoS***
Dan found himself fidgeting on the cold, unforgiving, metal chair. Before him was a bare table, equally unfeeling and uncaring about the situation he was in. The lightbulb above flickered, and the man shifted in place again, desperately ignoring the urge to get up and pace.
He had been in the room for over an hour now and thus far completely alone. There had been no inquiries if he wanted something to eat or drink, no one checking on him, no one talking about the situation or potential charges.
Just him and his thoughts, alone in a federal interrogation room.
His foot was tapping on the ground, fingers itching to just do something, when a sound practically roared into the silence of the room, a click from the door, footsteps as two individuals entered, a door slamming behind.
The detective stood on instinct, anger and annoyance bleeding into the confusion and embarrassment of all that had transpired. "What the fuck is going…"
One of the two agents, an older looking man, sent him such a hateful glare that the cop immediately snapped his jaw shut.
"Sit down and shut up."
Dan did as he was told, shoulders slumping forward as he waited for the two individuals to sit down across from him and begin their conversation. They had large folders with them, absolutely packed with papers of varying size, implying an absurd amount of research and information that was being utilized.
The second agent, a woman around his own age, dropped her own research down, the echo giving him a jolt while the man's eyes watched his every movement, like a predator waiting to strike. "Where are they?"
The member of the L.A.P.D. blinked in confusion, "Who?"
"Don't play stupid Espinoza. You might look the part, but you aren't fooling us."
He leaned forward, anger replacing whatever had been holding him back before. "Hey, fuck you bitch. Why don't you go make coffee or something useful?"
Her eyes darkened, and the other man stood, "Think I'll go stretch my legs a bit, give you two some time to work out your differences."
Dan saw the murder in the woman's eyes, the electricity building in her limbs. "W-wait… what do you want?"
The standing agent crossed his arms and took a calming breath before glancing between his partner and the detective. "Your two accomplices."
"Accomplices!? I don't know where Agents…"
"They aren't Feds you moron."
This had the man's thoughts coming to a grinding halt. No, no that wasn't right. They said they worked with the FBI, they had badges and everything. "You're lying." But his protest was weak, even to his own ears.
The woman leaned back and rolled her eyes, "If they were then why did neither make it to the building with their escorts?"
What the fuck was going on? Dan's jaw dropped, skin paling. Something was going on, something much bigger than him. "L-look I just followed orders, that's all."
"And what orders were those, detective? Spying on civilians, assault, intimidation of witnesses, falsifying evidence?"
"N-no! You don't understand, Morningstar is dangerous, he's a crime boss who…"
"Murder"
It was practically growled out, and the detective pulled back in fear, "Wh… what are you talking about?"
A picture was pulled out from one of the files and slid across the table. It a bloody and beaten face, and if it weren't for the necklace just visible in the picture Dan wouldn't have been able to recognize the victim.
Malcolm
"I… I don't…"
"You don't what, know how we found the body? Or maybe you don't know how we traced the storage container back to you, or how we found the murder weapon in your garage?"
His heart rate skyrocketed. There was no way, he hadn't killed Malcolm, as far as he knew the man was just missing! "That's a lie!" he finally declared, regaining his composure enough not to stutter and stammer. "I didn't kill him. I didn't even know he was dead!"
Neither looked even close to believing him, causing further agitation.
"What possible motive could I have!?"
A smirk on the woman's face sent dread into his stomach, "Oh, I don't know, maybe covering up your involvement in the attempted murder of Chloe Decker?"
"Malcolm… he shot…"
"Your ex-wife, yes. Seems rather convenient when you think about it all at once." The other agent mused, "Your ex starts seeing another man, starts having a life outside of work and even rubbing in your face, then you and Malcolm go drinking. Is that how it started? A drunken slip of the tongue? Maybe you thought she might have been cheating on you before, maybe you think her life insurance policy still has you as the beneficiary. Either way your partner starts talking crazy, talks about putting her in her place, about how a bitch shouldn't talk back, should know her place. Maybe he was the one who made the suggestion, we know it was his gun after all, matched the bullets we found and everything."
"N-no, no I didn't…"
The other took up where her partner left off, "But then he screwed up, and well you couldn't let that go could you? Couldn't let it trace back to you, I mean it wasn't your fault right? He pulled the trigger, why should you get the blame? So, you have to shut him up. Did you text him that day? Tell him you needed his help one last time or offer to give him some cash to get out of town? Shit, maybe you just wanted to have one last hurrah before he disappeared for a while."
This was crazy, this was insane, and yet the way they talked, the way they spun the story… Dan was almost convinced himself.
"And these two men, these agents, were they part of Malcolm's connections or old friends of yours? Pay them to come in and harass the guy fucking your ex-wife hm? Make the guy good and scared, rough him up a bit to show him just who is in charge? Maybe they were even insurance policies, if something went wrong it would be easy to put all the blame on the two impersonating Federal Agents after all."
Words escaped him, and Dan merely shook his head in denial. Two hands slammed onto the table, making him jump in shock as the man leaned over the table. "Look asshole. I have two agents in the hospital because of your buddy's actions. Pierce, or whatever his name is, crashed the fucking car he was being escorted in and Canaan needed to take a leak at a gas station bathroom… then disappeared into thin air. You're the only one left which means as of right now it all falls onto you. If we don't start getting some cooperation, then we will have to assume it was all your idea along with the other crimes we know you did."
The detective sat in silence for a minute, before hanging his head in defeat.
***CoS***
Cain swore to himself as he stormed into the apartment he had been staying at. Everything was falling apart, and he wasn't sure where he even stood anymore.
The real feds had shown up at Morningstar's place the day of their raid, which could not have been a coincidence, and their group of associates had almost immediately dispersed. Without so much as an argument from Amenadiel they had been arrested for questioning, and it was only due to his experience in getting out of these situations and his immortality that he managed to escape custody.
This was one of the reasons he didn't want to be on this shitty planet anymore. Back in the 'good old days' it had been easy to maintain secrecy, avoid humans except when he wanted to get laid, and generally just relax and drink by the ocean and watch the sunsets. With the advance of technology, however, it had become more and more difficult to do this.
Where once he could get away with pretending to be someone's descendent or just remaining anonymous, he now had to change his identity every couple of decades. Even that was becoming more difficult, and expensive, as time went on.
Government procedures, facial recognition, databases, and more all seemed designed around making his existence difficult. Perhaps it was time to look into moving to another country, somewhere not quite as monitored as America. Surely, there was somewhere along the coast of Africa, Asia, or South America that was remote enough for peace and quiet and conveniently near a bar or two.
It was obvious that Amenadiel had vanished, and wasn't intending on helping out, not that the angel had been of much use in the first place. He had told the feathered asshole that they needed to strike hard and fast rather than going through the mindless bureaucracy of legality. This truly was what he got for working with someone who didn't understand humans in the least.
A knocking on the entrance interrupted his train of thoughts, and he growled out a response about being ready with rent in a day or two. The other side replied with more knocking, causing the immortal to sigh in aggravation as he walked to the door.
Looking into the peephole his eyes widened in shock as the door was ripped from the frame, tossing him back into the room with a groan of pain as well. Pushing the wooden object off him with a grunt, the man blinked a few times, clearing his vision as he took in the shape of a woman slowly walking towards him.
Mazikeen
***CoS***
"You're worried."
Chloe looked up from where she sat, fidgeting, to her friend that was standing in the doorway. For a moment she thought about denying the claim, but it seemed pointless, given the situation. "Of course I am. I know Maze is amazing but… this seems different."
Beatrice slowly made her way towards the blonde, "She is going to be fine you know. Maze is the toughest person… demon… thing that I have ever met."
"Yeah… yeah I know, but Cain… he's a murderer Beatrice, and immortal."
The dancer had reached her friend and knelt in front of the chair by her legs. "And this is Maze we are talking about. She is probably going to enjoy kicking the crap out of him more than anything else."
A snort came from the blonde's lips, a smile tugging at them as well. "Yeah, yeah you are probably right."
Several moments passed before Trixie spoke again, "Anything I can do to help… my queen?"
If it hadn't been for the last two words Chloe would have smiled and shook her head, would have simply asked the woman to keep her company for a bit.
Now though, the way she knelt at her feet, the submissiveness in her tone and posture, the slight fidgets…
"Undress me." She could see the dilation in her best friend's eyes, the way she swallowed thickly, the path her eyes took across her own form as if deciding how to proceed. It was almost funny, how uncertain the woman seemed. She spent all those years taking her own clothes off and now it seemed she wasn't sure how to do so for someone else.
A pair of hands went to her waist, and then paused, as if trying to decide which would be easier, or more exciting, to take off first, shirt or pants. After a moment they went with the top, and began to pull up, the dancer's eyes searching her own features the entire time for a hint of discomfort or disapproval.
Chloe gave neither, and leaned forward while raising her arms to allow the clothing to easily slip over her head. Before she could even lean back into the chair once more the, amazingly nimble, fingers were behind her back, unstrapping her bra. A sigh of relief escaped the blonde as the constrictive undergarment was removed.
"May I… may I touch? My queen."
Beatrice looked almost desperate, but the raised individual wasn't quite done having her fun. "With your mouth and tongue only."
The woman practically lunged forward, lips engulfing one of her nipples as she let out a deep moan. Okay, so her friend was very good with her mouth, and the way the appendage inside lapped almost frantically at her sent shivers about what else she could do with it.
"That's it, good girl…" she praised, which earned a hum of pleasure from the woman whose mouth was still worshipping her breasts. "The other one now, and don't let your hands become idle. My pants are next."
Without breaking eye contact, which Chloe very much enjoyed while having her chest licked and sucked, the hands went to her best, struggling a bit due to being unable to see the buckle but moments later she felt it loosen. The snaps were next and soon enough the detective felt hands attempting to pull her last real article of clothing down.
It would have been difficult, if she hadn't taken pity on her friend and lifted up her hips just enough to straighten her lower body and feel both layers slide down. Trixie followed them, reverently, kissing and tasting bare skin until her mouth was had reached hips and her hands were on the ground. After a bit of shifting and lifting of legs Chloe was completely bare, and proceeded to spread her legs apart, allowing her lover a full view of her body.
"Well? I didn't let it out to breathe Beatrice."
Without further ado the woman practically dove between the blonde's legs, her mouth sucking greedily at the soaked cunt that had been in the open air just moments prior. Chloe let out a moan of approval, hand immediately going to the other's head, fingers weaving into the silky hair. "Yesssss that's it, good girl. Use that tongue of yours now, eat me out like I'm the first meal you've had in months."
Said tongue slipped into her folds, exploring the entrance of her pussy as the detective's head fell back, eyes rolling into her head while one leg made its way behind her best friend's neck, holding her in place, not that she was making any attempt at leaving.
"Keep going Trixie, don't stop now." She whispered in encouragement, "How long have you been waiting to do this? How long have you wanted to taste me?"
A whimper was the only reply, along with more frantic movements of tongue and lips. Meanwhile, Chloe took her friend's idle hands and placed them upon her breasts. "Come on now, really get into it. You've been fantasizing about me for years, haven't you? Since we were young? How many times did you touch yourself growing up thinking about this, about me?"
Trixie was pressing forward more insistently, as if she tried hard enough her tongue could reach even deeper into the soaking sex her face was buried in. Chloe certainly wasn't complaining about the attempt.
"More… more, more, more, more, more!" It was her mantra, fingers digging into the scalp of her friend, pulling her closer, deeper. "Was gonna share you with Lucifer." She practically slurred out, mind in a deep fog of lust and pleasure. "Think I'll keep you for myself. Tie you to my bed. Use you every night."
There was a gasp against her pulsating core, and it was enough to send the blonde over the edge, her body shaking and quivering, upper body lurching forward, abs tight as sweat glistened down skin and she pulled even harder against the head of hair situated between her legs, riding out her blinding orgasm.
After what felt like hours she fell back into the chair, gasping for breath as she released the woman, the leg that had been pressed against her neck finding a place on her shoulder, almost lazily. "Holy… shit."
"Mhmmmm" came the hummed response, even as a pair of lips began kissing up and down her leg, sending shivers through the woman.
"I didn't… hurt you, did I?"
The, now messy, hair quickly shook in denial. "No, and if it was it would have been the best pain ever." Her quip had a smile forming on the blonde's face, even as she reached down to stroke the other's cheek. At the touch of their bodies Trixie nuzzled back, almost purring at the contact.
"You're so beautiful…"
"Did you mean it?" Beatrice mumbled back, still focused on the hand against her face and her own lips against the glorious leg. "What you said earlier, about keeping me?"
Chloe bit her lip, "Yes? No? I wouldn't keep you against your will Beatrice, but the idea of having you to myself…" she trailed off, words not needed to fill in the blanks.
Still, Beatrice did it for her, did it for both of them when she looked back up at the, still naked, woman. Their eyes met and for a second neither so much as moved. Then, she made her promise, "You have me."
***CoS***
It certainly wasn't Cain's 'first rodeo', and thus he had been prepared, as always, for conflict at his apartment. Knives had been strategically hidden throughout every room, along with several firearms and even a grenade. The man was also an immortal, which meant he had lots of time to take up hobbies and learn new things. His accuracy was military level, and his hand-to-hand combat could have impressed martial artists and instructors the world over. Add onto these his peak-human level of physical perfection and he was a force to be reckoned with.
At least he would have been, had his adversary been human. Instead, she was a demon, forged in Hell back when humans were still mucking about in the dirt, instilled with a gift for violence, and gifted supernatural attributes.
There was no comparing them.
The man had rolled out from under the door, tensed and ready for her next attack, only to find her still standing in the entrance, poised and ready for him to make the next move. Maybe she was overconfident, maybe she wanted to draw the fight out, maybe this was just how she had been taught to fight. Either way the immortal didn't much care, and he had reached back to pull a handgun from under an end table.
Mazikeen had laughed, even as he swung it around, finger already pulling the trigger to try and get off a round before she could reach him. It didn't matter, and in the time that it took him to blink she had crossed the distance, twisted his arm around, and aimed the weapon down against his own leg.
The shot was muffled, his cry of pain wasn't, nor was her mocking laughter as his grip weakened and a blow to his torso had the falling backwards through the table, blood seeping out of the wound.
"Really Cain, a gun? And such a small caliber I'm insulted, course it probably fits all considering…" the way she looked at his crotch allowed no mistake on what she was referring to and insulting.
Snarling in response the man crawled backwards and towards one of the couches, reaching under and pulling out a shotgun. "How's this for caliber you bitch!" This time she made no attempt at moving, only quirking an eyebrow as he pulled the trigger.
It had more kick than Cain remembered, and he certainly felt the recoil in his shoulder as the spray of metal pellets impacted the dark-skinned creature, tossing it onto it's back with a very satisfying thud. He allowed himself to fall back onto the ground, a pleased sigh followed by a painful groan as the bullet finally forced itself out of his leg, the wound healing far faster than any normal human.
Then he heard it, a 'tsk' of annoyance followed by "I really liked this outfit you asshole." Before the man could respond, or raise himself, along with the weapon, up to aim and fire another round, there was a hand gripping his ankle followed by feeling of weightless exhilaration as he was whipped around and thrown into the kitchenette, glasses, pots, and plates breaking and falling every which way along with his body.
A groan escaped his lips as he distantly heard her critiques concerning his apartment, the decorations, and how he should consider hiring a maid to just clean up after him. She was either trying to distract him or wasn't taking him seriously. Based on how the fight had gone thus far the man was betting on the latter.
He still had a home-field advantage and retrieved a hidden knife before staggering to his feet, back against the counter as he played up his disorientation and pain. She was advancing once again, slow and methodical as he noticed the lack of blood on her, even from the shotgun blast.
Amenadiel had warned him about facing off against anything inhuman, and how little chance he stood against such a creature. Too bad the asshole wasn't around to help when it was needed. The moment Maze entered his reach Cain lashed out with a wide slashing motion aimed for her throat. Maybe he could kill, or at least incapacitate, the demoness if he could remove her head.
Not that she gave him the chance, easily ducking back from the attack and blocking the follow up with her arm before twisting his, forcing him to drop the blade. Before it fell to the ground, she had caught it, effortlessly spinning around and plunging the metal into his hip with a laugh.
"Oh come on Cain, all these millenniums and you still can't fight worth a damn? This is boring." The emphasis was added on with an elbow to his throat, spinning him around and allowing her to grip his shirt and pants before tossing him into the adjacent hallway.
Now he was certain that she was toying with him, giving him time after each assault to recover, moving him around to see what other tricks and traps he could employ. For a second the thought crossed his mind to simply buy time, and that eventually a neighbor would call the police. It was quickly dismissed, however, due to how shady of an area it was.
No one was going to call the cops on an assault or domestic disturbance, even with possible gunshots. If they, did it would likely end up worse for the federal fugitive rather than the monster who could just fade into the shadows and remain undetected at will.
Reaching out, the man grabbed ahold of the doorframe and used it to pull himself up and into his bedroom, seeking out the cache of weapons he stored inside. He just made it to his bed when he became aware of the presence at the entrance. Maze was watching him intently, almost curiously.
Like a predator waiting for the perfect chance to strike the killing blow on a wounded animal.
What was she waiting for he wondered, before pushing aside the thoughts and reaching beneath the bed. He found what he was searching for a second later and pulled the pin just as he tossed the object and rolled off onto the floor, using the furniture as cover.
It was then that he heard a sound that had his stomach drop, an object being swatted away, followed by a soft 'thunk' as it landed next to him on the carpet.
The world's first murderer barely managed out an 'oh shit' before the egg-shaped device exploded, tearing the room, and his body into pieces and filling both with shrapnel. Maze, in the meantime, whistled in appreciation. "Damn Cain, gotta say I'm actually impressed. I didn't think you'd have the balls to keep a grenade under your bed… well I mean you had the balls. They probably haven't regrown yet huh? Gotta imagine that hurts like a bitch."
Walking into the room, and around the remains of the bedframe, the woman nodded as she took in the sight of his bloody and shredded torso. Still, she could already see signs of the inevitable regeneration.
"Well, better get you all tied up and back to Lux. Don't want to keep my queen waiting after all. Hope you enjoyed your couple thousand years of freedom."
***CoS***
She had been informed the moment Mazikeen had returned, as had been her demand, and rushed down to see her. Sure enough, the demoness looked perfectly fine, albeit her clothes were torn up with what Chloe could only assume were bullet holes.
There was also the fact that she was dragging a bound pretend federal agent along the floor of the underground passage that had once led to Macolm's temporary residence, but this was deemed as unimportant for the time being by the blonde.
"Maze" she breathed out in relief, before rushing forward and pulling the woman into a hug before a response could even be given. The dark-skinned demon immediately tensed, as usual, but quickly relaxed and returned the gesture, almost going limp in the woman's arms.
"I was so worried…" the blonde whispered into the skin pressed against her.
Although Maze snorted, she could also feel the former resident of Hell nuzzle just a tad closer. "Please… as if some jackass…" here the detective definitely felt one of the other's legs raise before kicking back into the prone man, earning a groan of pain, "could do anything to me."
Chloe pulled back a bit, earning a frown for her actions, "You got shot."
"Eh, par for the course."
"Multiple times."
"Once, it was just a shotgun."
That was, apparently, not the correct answer and earned her a frown instead. Turning, Chloe addressed the two individuals standing nearby, both inhumanely still and awaiting orders. "Take him somewhere secure, make him very uncomfortable and let Lucifer know. Dan was mine and Amenadiel is his which means Cain is going to be shared. He can have his turn first. I'm going to be busy the rest of the afternoon."
No further instructions needed to be given, and the two, obviously demonic, figures grabbed the immortal and dragged him off as Chloe took her friend into the nearby elevator and pressed the top button for the top floor.
"So…" Maze began, shifting a bit. She was curious, but also knew it wasn't her place to demand answers. "What uh… are you doing this afternoon?"
The blonde turned towards her, expression blank before taking a step into the demon's personal space, "You."
Her 'victim's' eyes rolled back into her head even as Chloe's hands began to roam about, sliding up and down expanses of leather-clad skin, fingers slipping into the holes in her clothing to find the flesh beneath, breath hot against her throat.
Mazikeen was distracted enough not to hear the elevator ding when it reached the destination, and was barely aware of being led out, through a hallway, and into Chloe's bedroom. She did notice, however, when the back of her legs hit the bed and fell back into a seated position.
"Tell me what you want Maze." Her future queen's voice no more than a sinful whisper. If the black woman hadn't known any better, she would have sworn the other individual was more succubus than human. "Tell me what you desire, what you need."
"I-I don't…"
"Lucifer punishes disobedience," the voice continued, almost devilish in a way. "I prefer to reward success, and you have been so very successful. So obedient, so loyal." When a pair of lips made contact with the demoness' skin, she tried to bite back the moan, but failed. Rather than laugh there was a hum of enjoyment from the one pleasuring her. "Tell me, surely you have a fantasy or two."
She did, Hell help her she did, but they weren't appropriate, not for one such as her to have towards one such as Chloe. But still, would it be wrong to say out loud? Worst come to worst and the blonde could simply deny her.
"Y-you"
"Mhmmm"
"W-worshipping me, my body, my real one."
The lips on her neck became a tongue, slowly tasting up her skin, "Then let me worship."
Maze had never 'shifted' so quickly in her life. Hands went to her side, lifting up the shirt and baring the skin beneath.
Fingertips trailed across taught muscles, up to the firm breasts and rock-hard nipples.
"Your skin is so perfect, like a marbled sculpture…" the blonde praised, kissing, nibbling, and tasting every inch from her jawline across her throat and down to the collarbone. "So tight and firm, strong, powerful."
The woman beneath her arched her back, barely keeping herself upright under the ministrations of her human lover.
"Such beautiful breasts…" a warm mouth surrounded Mazikeen's left, and a wonderful suction had her moaning in response even as it narrowed, lips gliding across until they reached her nipple, sucking and licking on the pebbles.
Moments later the wonderful wetness leaves, leaving her whimpering only to shift to the unattended breast.
The two, wonderful, hands are not idle, and instead they are on the demoness' hips, circling playfully until the reach the front of her pants and begin the process of unbuttoning. Maze wants nothing more than to just tear what little clothing she still has on to shreds, to lay back and have the blonde devour her. But a something halts her actions. She had always gone to sex so quickly, and so rarely enjoyed the buildup.
Why not try it the 'human way' for once?
Still, she cannot help the wiggle in her lower body, which betrays her otherwise patient behavior. Chloe Pulls back, looks up, and smiles. "Don't worry, I'm heading down there next."
Before she can comment the blonde's lips trail south across her abs, earning another gasp, and whimper. "So incredibly sexy, the way you move, the muscles under your beautiful skin."
Hands go to her head, weave into her hair, and nudge down, urgency filling the movement. Maze needs more, and they both know it.
"P-please…"
It was almost a beg, and Chloe obliges without further teasing. Leather pants are removed and her hot breath slides across Mazikeen's lower lips. The human woman is very pleased to see that the demonic nature of her friend extends this far as well, with those same red lines spreading forth from the, now drooling, cunt.
"Your pussy is so beautiful Maze," She spreads her open, almost examining the flesh inside. Meanwhile Mazikeen's legs are so far apart she's afraid she might pull a muscle, if such a thing were possible.
"Ch-Chloe…"
"In a moment, I want to see every inch of your perfect body before I eat you out."
There wasn't even an attempt to hide the shiver, and the demoness resorted to biting down on her lip to not take any further actions, merely watching as the blonde continued her exploration. After what felt like an eternity of gentle fingers, soft compliments, and kisses against inner thighs, Chloe surged forward, mouth completely covering the soaked sex of her lover as her tongue practically dove in.
As the orgasm raged through the demoness' body Maze swore that for a mere moment, she knew what Heaven looked like.
***CoS***
To call the situation a 'mess' was the understatement of the year. Chloe had never seen so many federal agents before in her life, much less in the police precinct. They were interviewing everyone, taking computers off to be scanned, searching through evidence lockers, and even going through paper files by the hundreds.
Apparently, having two individuals impersonate members of the FBI, gain access to a police precinct, setup raids, surveillance, and who knew what else for months, was a red flag. The entire building had, essentially, been shut down until further notice, with only the very basic functions still being operational, such as emergency services.
Luckily, Chloe had already talked to them, and thus was pretty much off the hook as far as the investigation was concerned. It also meant that the ongoing investigations they had been part of were suspended indefinitely.
While the blonde detective had no control over how the department handled Charlotte Richard's case, which was essentially dismissed, she did insist on being in the room when they spoke to Ella. Her boss, naturally, had raised a fuss about it, wanting to do so in private, up until she had brought up the not-so-subtle sexist behavior, inappropriate comments, and poor handling of the entire situation regarding her friend.
Human resources had instantly sided with the FBI in allowing the technician not only female representation, and a lawyer, to be present, but also Chloe for emotional support.
Whether it was because they agreed with her or were trying desperately to avoid a lawsuit, she wasn't sure, and didn't really care at that point. Ella had been deliriously happy, to the point where she was in tears, and merely nodded along with the 'public' apology and their attempts to make amends.
Personally, Chloe thought they didn't do enough, that it should have been not only in writing, but actually public, but this train of thoughts was likely due to spending so much time around Lucifer.
Afterwards, Ella had subtly suggested thanking the blonde in either her lab, or an evidence room, in a more personal manner but she had shaken her head and whispered to wait for when there weren't so many people around. The thrill of being caught was one thing, having members of a federal agency walk in while you are having sex was completely different.
As happy as she was that Ella and Charlotte were free and clear there was one more issue she was hoping for more information on. She had to be casual about it, naturally, because actively asking someone whether her ex-husband was going to jail for murder would likely look suspicious and so it came down to eaves dropping, casual inquiries about some of the missing officers, and glancing over to the man's desk with as much innocent curiosity as possible.
After several days of the jitters, she was finally called in to one of the conference rooms by two of the agents she had spoken to previously.
"Miss Decker, please, have a seat."
She did so, with a note of weariness in her posture. She had been in this situation before, after all, and despite having an idea of why she had been summoned there was still the possibility for other outcomes.
Whether the man didn't notice, or didn't care, she wasn't quite sure, but he continued, "I'm sure you've noticed that detective Espinoza hasn't returned to work."
Perfect
Holding back any signs of excitement, the blonde nodded, "I assume it has to do with the two fake agents?"
The other woman looks to her partner, who sighs as she drops into the chair across from the detective. "Yes… and no. When we conducted a search warrant on his residence, we found evidence pertaining to the disappearance of his partner, Malcolm Graham."
"Does that mean you located him?"
More silent communication between the two seated on the other side of the table. "We have, unfortunately it appears that detective Graham has been dead for some time now."
She tried to look upset, really, she did, but it didn't really seem all that appropriate for the situation. "I see…"
"Obviously, you have been working alongside both detectives for some time now, based on your information regarding the federal investigation. Would you mind answering some questions pertaining just the two of them?"
Considering the situation for a moment the woman shrugged, "Long as you understand I've been interviewed by people claiming to be feds before. Don't be surprised if I cut this short."
Both nodded, "Yes, of course detective, we completely understand." The other female chimed in, hoping to appease any concerns. "How would you describe their relationship?"
It wasn't an odd question, but it did have Chloe pausing to think of an actual answer. "Odd, I guess. They seemed friendly towards each other for the most part, like two drinking buddies or roommates in college, but there was also some tension when I think about it. Whether it was because of the way Graham used to creepily hit on everyone who even smelled feminine or something else I'm not sure."
Some notes were scribbled onto a paper by the woman as the man took up the next question, "Did either of them ever seem to have money problems? Complain about bills, that sort of thing? Maybe even a debt collector calling you concerning your former husband?"
Again, she thought the question over, "Nothing obvious, no phone calls or people stopping by. They did have some tension every few months, but I figured it was just the normal issues of having a single partner for so long."
More writing, before a final question was asked. "Did detective Graham ever act inappropriately towards you, and if so, how did detective Espinoza react?"
This one was easy, "More than a few times, as I reported to human resources. Detective Espinoza, always had problems with jealousy, even when we were married."
"Was he ever violent?"
"Towards me? No, although there were a few close calls where he would raise a hand or mutter under his breath. I've seen him push and threaten other men before, especially when it came to flirting with women."
"Thank you, detective Decker, you have been a big help."
She smiled in return, "Of course."
***CoS***
Chloe let out a deep sigh as she trudged down the hallway to her apartment door. After everything that had happened in the past week, she felt like just falling into bed and sleeping for the next month.
Dan was, likely, going to prison for the rest of his life, all charges against her friend had been dropped, she was heavily considering accepting Lucifer's offer in the next few days, and never had she wanted to just quit her job so badly.
Would it really be so bad, to just not go back to work? Sure, Ella would be upset, but she would explain her position to the woman first and ask her to join them. The quirky lab tech could just start living with her at Lux, hopefully making up for the time she would miss out on during the day. If not, then maybe she could just visit her friend, and lover, periodically.
This would also mean being able to spend more time with Trixie and Maze, probably Charlotte as well. Thinking of the blonde woman had the younger slowing in her walk. She really should think of some sort of celebration for them to have. Maybe take Mazikeen up on that orgy she had been practically begging for? The thought of having an audience for the first time she fucked Charlotte had her biting her lip and rubbing her thighs together.
It was certainly an appealing idea.
She chuckled, shaking her head at how much she had changed since meeting the Devil, and unlocked the door before stepping in. As soon as it shut behind her a voice called out, immediately causing the detective to reach for her sidearm.
"Chloe Decker" It was a voice she remembered from her dreams, one that had warned her of manipulations and threats, a voice that likely belonged to one of Lucifer's siblings. "My name is Azrael, and I would like to talk to you about a few things."
***CoS***