Our Hands

Returning to the precinct with the samples as quickly as his wings could carry him, Lucifer gave them over into Ella's care. With that done, there was nothing – nothing to do – but wait. Seating himself at Chloe's desk, he started pouring over it. A tear-away desk calendar with some old wisdom quotes on it. She'd saved some of her favourites. A school photo of Trixie. Her mug, lip color still on it. He picked up the rounded mug, cradling it in both hands. Circling his thumb over the lip mark he suddenly felt as if he was holding her in the palms of his hands...

Snapping himself out of it, he quickly put the mug down. Getting a grip on his ill-at-ease, his gaze fell on Trixie's picture. With her parents missing or... out of commission, where was she? Worse still, could Michael be after her as well?

#

Lucifer pulled into two open parking spaces at Trixie's school, leaving short tire marks on the pavement. He rushed through the doors past the front office.

"Sir! Excuse me! Sign in, please?" the secretary seated there called out. Lucifer stopped. He'd seen the signs but read none. The halls were conspicuously empty.

"Of course," he said, walking back picking up a pen beside the clipboard. "Can you tell me where I might find Beatrice Espinoza?" The final flair of his last name completed, he set down the pen.

"Lucifer!" Trixie came running up behind Lucifer, latching onto his hip.

"Classes let out over an hour ago," the secretary stated, disapproval plain in her voice.

"Uh... who was supposed to pick you up, small... one?" Lucifer asked, aware of how awkward it sounded.

'My dad," she answered, beaming. Lucifer's stomach sank into his boot.

"And you are, sir?"

"Her mother's partner. Lucifer Morningstar," he replied extending a hand. "Pleasure to meet you."

The secretary shook it. "Her partner?"

"Yes. We work together," Lucifer clarified. The secretary nodded.

"Where was your father taking you after school, today, Beatrice?" Lucifer asked, looking down on Trixie, his hands still up in the air.

Trixie's expression turned slightly toward displeasure. "It's Trixie, Lucifer."

"I... yes. I apologize."

"He was going to drop me off at Grandma's."

"Good. Let's... get you there then, shall we?" Lucifer asked, his nerves fraying. It was going to be a long trip and questions were inevitable.

"'Kay!" Trixie tweeted, smiling once again and making a dash for the front doors. Sparing a moment for a courteous nod to the school secretary, Lucifer was right on her heels.

#

The ride to her grandmother's house had been nerve-wracking and it showed on his face. If she had asked about her parents, he wouldn't have been able to lie. Penelope Decker answered her door, eyes going wide in surprise at seeing Lucifer on her doorstep with her granddaughter.

"Lucifer..." she said, her confusion obvious. She turned her attention to Trixie. "Hi, honey. Come on in." Trix dashed in, shedding her shoes and skipping over to the living room coffee table and opening up her backpack.

Penelope's voice was low when she asked, "Not that it isn't nice to see you again, Lucifer, but where's Dan?"

"Step outside with me?" Lucifer asked. She agreed, following him out and partially closing the door behind her. He closed it all the way.

When he had finished relaying what was going on, Penelope was reeling.

"Oh, God," she breathed. For perhaps the first time in his life, Lucifer didn't feel so much as an urge to respond the mention of his Dad's name.

"We have a reasonably strong lead as to where Chloe might be. We're just waiting on lab results," Lucifer explained, trying to cheer her up by resting a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"I have no doubt you're doing everything you can to find her," Penelope said, placing a reassuring hand on Lucifer's forearm.

"Yes. Well, at the moment, nothing is what I am doing." Lucifer said, rubbing his brow with his forefingers and unable to help berating himself.

Penelope took Lucifer by the hand. "I know you would move Heaven, Earth and Hell for my daughter. Still, sometimes it doesn't matter how rich, or powerful or smart or clever you are. Things are just... out of our hands. But you know something? I trust the hands they are in," she said comfortingly. Though grateful for the vote of confidence, Lucifer's smile was half-hearted. She was, of course, referring to God hands but, in a way, she was still right. The evidence he needed was in Ella Lopez's capable hands and, at this moment, he trusted them better than anyone's.


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