Earth 9 Part II

Lucifer Snart x Cop Lance

xXx

Fuck the devil.

"Sara?"

Said woman jumped, whipping around to face the young man standing behind her. "Hey Barry." she greeted a little too enthusiastically. She leaned back against the door of the file room she'd slammed shut in her surprise, clutching the file to her chest. "What's up."

Barry smiled back at her awkwardly. "I should be asking you that. How's your first day back?" he asked. She shrugged grimacing at the pull in her shoulder.

"Oh, you know. Finally getting all my backlogged paperwork done." she told him. Barry chuckled.

"Yeah, Joe said you were restricted to desk duty." he continued. "Are you going to be okay to go to Iris' bachelorette party next weekend?"

"Yeah, I won't be drinking a lot, but I'll be there." she told him pushing off the door and slowly making her way back to her desk in the bullpen. Barry was close behind her and they continued to chat until they got there. Joe looked up from his own desk across from hers as they arrived and smiled.

"Hey, there you are. You just missed the division shrink." Joe told her.

"Oh yeah, what did he have to say?" she asked. Joe was smiling so it must not be too bad.

"He's signed off on full duty. You just have to wait for your doctor to sign off it too." he explained.

"That's great." Barry said moving to stand beside his future father in law's desk. Sara smiled.

"Yeah, that's fantastic." she replied taking her seat. She slipped the file she'd brought with her into a pile on her already cluttered desk, missing the confused look Barry shot her.

Sara got back to work, finishing up one report and moving on to the next. It was tedious work, but at least she would be caught up before she got back out into the field. A moment she couldn't wait for. She hated paperwork. It was the only thing about her job that she really hated. It provided far too much time to sit and think. And she had a lot to think about.

She returned to work that morning to a mess of files and mail on her desk as well as a fresh cup of her favorite coffee and giant cupcake from her favorite bakery. Her friends and co workers were around her desk and greeted her enthusiastically, welcoming her back with smiles and hugs and jokes at her expense. She smiled, hugged them back and laughed at the appropriate times before the Lieutenant told everyone to get back to work.

Sara made herself comfortable at her desk and started the tedious process of sorting through the piles on her desk. While sorting through the stacks of mail she found a padded envelope among the junk mail and correspondence. It was rather unassuming until she noticed the little cartoon devil in the top corner where there should have been a return address. She rolled her eyes. Apparently the devil has a sense of humor.

Sara was discreet in opening the package and found a burner phone inside. There was already a text message waiting for her when she turned it on. Her first set of orders.

A file on a man in the system with a jacket as long as both of her arms. Armed robbery, assault, 2nd degree murder, assault with a deadly weapon, auto theft, and possession with the intent to sell. A regular jack of all trades. She retrieved his file from the hard copies room and a quick read through told her the convict was dead, stabbed to death in Iron Heights two weeks prior.

Sara left for lunch a little before noon and made her way to the only place she could think of to meet Lucifer.

Saints and Sinners was located in the top levels of a skyscraper at the heart of Central City. The elevator was unguarded and she took it all the way up to the club, second floor from the top, just below the penthouse. The doors opened up into the main club, everything done up in shades of obsidian and ice blue. Her attention was drawn to the bar across the room and the young, dark haired woman stocking the shelves.

Sara made her way down the stairs from the elevator, her footsteps alerting the young woman to her presence. "We're closed." she said over her shoulder.

"I'm aware." Sara replied stopping in front of the bar. "I'm looking for…Lu..Leonard Snart." she corrected herself. The woman stared at her, sizing her up before a devious smile spreading her lips slowly. The woman walked to the phone against the back wall of the bar and picked up the receiver.

"Lenny, you have a visitor." she said amused before hanging up the phone and turning back to Sara. She reached her hand across the bar. "Lisa." she introduced herself.

"Sara." she replied, accepting her hand.

"Detective Lance." a familiar voice called out behind her. "I'll be honest," he continued as she turned toward the elevator. "I did not expect you to show up so willingly. I was certain you'd put up more of a fight."

Sara rolled her eyes. "I was under the impression I didn't have a choice." she replied. Leonard simply shrugged, taking the file she held out to him.

"I see you've met my sister." he said as he flipped through the file.

"Just barely." Lisa replied amused. Leonard shot her a look before turning his eyes back to the file. He took a deep breath a few moments later, closing the file and tucking it under his arm.

"Care to join me for lunch, Detective?" he offered with a smirk.

"No, thank you." she replied. "What did you want with the file?" she asked.

"Join me for lunch and I'll tell you." he replied slyly.

Sara sighed. Did she really want to know that badly? Yes, she did.

"Fine, but I want straight answers, not some bullshit half truths and riddles" she told him and he bowed slightly, mockingly.

xXx

"Not to your taste?" Leonard asked as he watched Sara sit stiffly in the chair across the table. The restaurant was as upscale as you could get. The owner and head chef "friends" of his, always had a table for the man who made their dream come true.

"My husband used to bring me here." she replied absently. She nodded to a table on the far side of the dining room. "He proposed over there." she wasn't looking at him, so she missed confused look on his face. By the time she looked back at him he'd schooled his features.

"Your married?" he asked. She looked at him confused.

"You didn't know that?" she questioned "Aren't you supposed to know everything?"

"I'm not omnipotent. You're thinking of my father." he explained. "I wasn't aware you are married."

"Is that a problem?"

Leonard shook his head. "Not at all. It's just surprising. Anyone I would know?"

"I don't think so." she said. "He was a cop too."

"Was?"

"Yeah, he quit last year. About two months before he was implicated in a scandal within the department. Haven't seen him since."

"No chance of a divorce?" Leonard asked.

Sara shrugged. "My sister has one of her friends working on it, but it's tricky without him here to defend himself in any proceedings, especially since his family is wealthy and incapable of understanding that I don't want anything from them." she shook her head. "Anyway, we're supposed to be discussing the file."

"Right, well it's simple. He's dead and I wanted to see the full scope of his crimes. Right now he's in purgatory. Knowing how he lived his life helps me decide whether or not he deserves to be punished, and just how much." Leonard explained.

"I see." Sara replied "So is that all you want from me then? To inform you on the crimes of the deceased?"

"No, that's not all, but we'll cross that bridge when we get to it."

Sara was curious to say the least but she didn't pry. She had a feeling she'd reached the limit of what he was willing to share. Honestly, she didn't know what to expect from all of this, and it wasn't as if she could ask anyone. She could only hope it wouldn't blow up in her face.