Chapter 3

I am a suspect?

Erza entered a large bedroom made of pure white walls and silver and gold furnishing. Sunlight entered through a ceiling-high glass windows and gave the room a golden glow. Surprisingly, the room had a large leather couch in the place of an actual bed. On it, sat a man whose entire attention was on a thick leather-bound book in his hand. He put his book down on his lap when Erza dropped on the other side of the couch and closed her eyes. The man took in the frown on her normally stern face. He let her cool down without commenting on how tired she appeared to be and put the book down beside him. After a moment of silence, she opened her eyes again and let out a deep sigh.

"I don't understand why she couldn't just do as she is told. She always has to rebel in some sort of way. All she has to do is to find all the souls and I won't have to deal with her again for a long time."

"She's the poster child for rebellion, Erza. We can't expect her to roll over and take all the orders obediently."

Erza rubbed her temple and laid her head on the man's lap. His fingers immediately found themselves running through her long red hair. From that position, she looked up at the man's handsome face and found the dark brown eyes already running over her delicate features.

"And you two used to be inseparable", the man murmured.

Her eyes hardened at the reminder of their older, happier days. While they were just innocent children who just wanted their father's attention.

"But she just had to go and start a war, didn't she? She turned a lot of angels against father."

Her hand slowly stroke the red tattoo above and under his right eye - price for his biggest sin.

"She nearly got you."

His hand covered her smaller one and held it against his cheek. They always tried to avoid the topic about the war or, as Lucy called it, revolution. Lucy nearly talked him into joining her army but at the end, he stood with Erza and fought against them. As powerful as Lucy was, she could never beat the Celestial King – their creator aka father. The first heavenly war ended after an agonizingly long time with Lucy and her warriors being banished to rule the Hell for eternity. It was a tragic time for everyone in the Heaven.

As much as it hurt Erza to admit it, Lucifer, the light-bringer, was the most beautiful and powerful angel ever created. She had been destined for much greater things but she threw them down the drain the day she announced that she was done with being told what to do from their father and that she would fight for her freedom. She had gained a little freedom for a high price.

Thinking about her rebellious twin sister always made her feel exhausted. Now with Lucy gone, Erza took over the title of the most powerful and influential angel in the Heaven. After Lucy was stripped off her angelic grace, their father took his favorite child's defiance really hard and disappeared as well. No one had seen him since.

"Anyway, I'm still drained from my visit to Hell. I'm going to recharge here before I go down to Earth to check on her again."

Jellal nodded and continued playing with her hair. Finding peace in the presence of her lover, Erza let herself soak in his comfort.

Lucy leaned her head against the headrest of her chair and took a sip of her strawberry daiquiri. One of the escaped souls was captured and she felt like it was an occasion to celebrate. Sure, Juvia was still kind of angry for leaving her behind and was still sulking but all in all, it was a successful endeavor. Lucy placed her feet, clad in beige thigh-high boots, on the desk and closed her eyes. This was her fourth cocktails but she hadn't felt the buzz yet. Drugs and alcohol did not have any long-term effect on celestial beings but she could still enjoy its perks for a short period still.

The door to her office squeaked open and a dark head poked in from the gap, his mercury eyes took in her relaxed form.

"What is it, Gajeel? I know only you're brave enough to come in without even knocking. Well, you and Natsu but he usually makes a lot of noise." She asked, eyes still shut.

"You're not gonna like this. There's someone from police station asking for those two numbnuts. How do you want me to handle this?"

She knew that leaving the dead-body in the interrogation room would come back and bite her in the ass later but she hadn't any choice.

"I'll talk to them. Make sure Gray and Natsu don't come to the front."

Gajeel nodded as Lucy walked past him and made her way to the bar front. There was a long corridor between her office and the bar area and the hallway was only accessible to authorized personnel aka her demons.

She saw a tall man sitting on the bar stool as soon as she stepped in the room. Since the bar only opened at night, the place was deserted now in the middle of an afternoon. He was kind of hard to miss with his unusual hair style and handsome face. Now, demons were known for their exceptional good-looks. While the angels owned the patent for the definition of divine beauty, demons tipped more on a dark, sensual look on the scale. But this guy sitting leisurely like he didn't have a care in the world had a whole different kind of attraction about him. Maybe because he oozed out that laid-back and playful nature or because that damn mischievous smirk that tugged on his lips when he spotted her was so adorable. Unlike other men she met at the police station, he wasn't wearing a uniform.

She put on her most innocent smile and approached the man who got off the chair in, what she assumed to be, courtesy.

"I'm sorry but Natsu and Gray are not at the shop right now. I'm their cousin, Lucy. Could I help you with something, Officer…"

"Martinez. Detective Martinez, actually. The bartender already told me they were out but I was hoping I would be able to ask you a couple of questions."

Lucy nodded in understanding while groaning inwardly. She was really hoping to avoid this kind of nonsense.

"Of course. Please sit, Detective Martinez."

They both took their seats on leather seats nearby and the detective took out a small notebook from his back-pocket.

"Was it you that bailed them out yesterday? Or was it another cousin?"

Lucy shook her head and subtly crossed her legs, trying to get more comfortable.

"That was me. I came as soon as I got the phone call." Lucy decided playing dumb might be the best option here so, with a puzzled look, she asked, "Did I maybe forget to sign something?"

The man chuckled nervously and ran his hand through his blue-black hair.

"Well, ma'am, actually, the pert they barged in on yesterday was found dead on the same day."

She fully rested against the back of the chair and smiled ruefully.

"I really hope you're not implying that my cousins are suspects just because they were at the wrong place at the wrong time."

His moss-green eyes widened and Lucy almost felt bad for him when he scratched his cheek awkwardly while trying to say something that wouldn't offend her further.

"We're just covering our bases, ma'am. We aren't accusing anyone. While your cousins admitted that they got the wrong man, the one called Natsu basically threatened the man before the other one pulled him away."

Already lost her interest, she leaned forward and smiled almost too brightly at the lightly-sweating man.

"Well, I can assure you Detective Martinez that my cousins have nothing to do with whatever happened to that man. Like they said, they thought he was someone else. Now, if that'll be all, Detective, I have to go. I have important matters to attend to today, you see."

Picking up what she was putting down, he stood and nodded his head. "Ma'am"

"Good-bye, Detective. If you have time, you're always welcome at Crossroad but hopefully, your visit will be for pleasure next time."

To his credit, he didn't blush or flush when she gave him a cheeky wink and instead, gave her a small smile and left.

Interesting man.

As soon as he put his coat on the back of his chair, he was being summoned in the Captain's office. A large, muscular man in his early thirties was waiting for Bickslow with his arms crossed in front of his wide chest. He didn't ask but arched one of his eyebrows when Bickslow took a seat in the chair across him without even waiting for permission.

"So, those two guys weren't at the bar but I talked to their cousin. She seemed pretty sure that they didn't do it."

The man huffed and leaned back against his desk.

"Of course she would say that. Why the hell would she confess even if they really did do something?"

Bickslow shrugged his shoulder. Captain had a point but for some reason, he knew that girl wasn't lying.

"I don't know, Captain. There's just something about this girl. Something unsettling like she could make anybody feel vulnerable in front of her. Also, I got a call from coroner's office. They said the COD was heart-attack and he did have that near-death accident not too long ago."

The other man frowned even deeper. The man was nothing if not meticulous and that was why he was promoted as Captain at such a young age.

"You saw how bloodthirsty those guys were. I thought they were going to kill him right in front of our eyes and only after they cooled down in the cell that they confessed they were wrong. Then, the guy died not long after they were released. There's something fishy about all this. Not to mention, those two aren't even in our system."

Bickslow knew that their Captain was stretched to the limit these couple of months ever since their precinct had been placed under Commissioner Dreyer and to say that man was a slave-driver would be an understatement. He knew that as a Commissioner's son, Captain Dreyer felt enormous pressure to fill his father's shoes one day. Bickslow didn't get it. He was sure that their Captain was ten times a better law enforcer than that sorry son of a bitch.

"Isn't it possible that you're overthinking this, Captain? We don't have a probable cause to arrest them or even get a search warrant. We might have to rule this out as an accident."

With a sigh and a wave of his hand, Bickslow was dismissed back to his desk. As much as he wanted the Captain to drop this dead-end case, he knew he should still keep an eye on that family. There's just something not right about them.

With that thought in his mind, he found himself heading towards the bar after leaving the station. The queue for the place was ridiculously long and Bickslow was not going to wait in line for hours on a Thursday night. Clubs were not his scene anymore and maybe he could come again in the morning when the place would be more or less empty. However, before he could get inside his car again, someone grabbed his shoulder and purely on instinct, he reached for his gun in the shoulder holster but found his hand grabbed in an uncompromising grip as well.

"Easy, officer. The owner knew you were coming and wanted me to come get you."

As soon as he was released, Bickslow flipped around and glared at a familiar tall man with long, dark hair tied in a ponytail. Something about this man unsettled him greatly. Maybe it was the mischievous glint in his maroon eyes from, what Bickslow guessed was, almost scaring the pants off the adult man or the fluid, hauntingly graceful way the man moved which reminded him of a ferocious, man-eating black panther. Either way, Bickslow patted the gun in his holster subtly to calm his nerves and nodded at the man.

"It's detective, actually. You're the bartender from this morning."

The bartender nodded and flashed a fanged smile, crossed his arms in front of his chest and that's when Bickslow noticed what he was wearing. A simple black shirt he was wearing had a cute, pink bunny with a black eyepatch on it and below that 'Aye Aye, Captain' was written in bright yellow letters. For a second, Bickslow couldn't think of anything else other than asking him why he was wearing that shirt. Had he lost a bet? Was it some sort of an ironic uniform?

"I'm Gajeel. Lucy is waiting for us inside. Unless you want to stand in this deserted car park for a couple more minutes."

If the man had caught him staring at his shirt, he didn't say anything. He took off towards where a menacing, burly bouncer was guarding the entrance – his gold septum piercing glinting against his, otherwise, all black uniform. He took one look at the bartender and let both of them in with an odd, highly respectful bow towards Gajeel which confused Bickslow a little.

The warmth and cigarette smoke hit him as soon as he walked in and he nearly took a step back towards the door where the sweet relief of cold, clean air was waiting for him. Before he could even turn around, Gajeel put his arms around his shoulder and more or less, pulled him towards the back of the bar where the luxurious couches were spread about in which could only be a VIP booth.

He was nearly pushed onto the only empty leather couch and Bickslow nearly snapped at the man for man-handling him like some ragged doll. Bickslow didn't know how the other man was doing it since he was a fairly large man, himself and while he wasn't as muscled as his captain, he prided himself on physical strength which he maintained with a strict exercise regime that he followed to the latter every day.

"Lucy will be out in a few minutes. If you want any drinks, ask one of the staffs. It's on the house."

Not even bothering to wait for his reply, Gajeel left the booth and Bickslow had half a mind to order everything on the menu just to spite the man. Sitting straight on his seat, he finally took in his surrounding and was surprised at how classy this place was, even at night. Everybody in this section looked like they were made of money and Bickslow had never felt more out of place in his jeans and a t-shirt and black, suede long coat.

"Come on, Juvia. I heard the aquarium is really cool! You'll love it."

A somewhat familiar voice made him turn towards the couple who were standing near the back door and he was shocked when he saw the pink-haired man. He was talking to a tall, blue-haired woman in a blue dress who had her back to him. He could not believe his luck in finding one of the suspects so soon.

"Juvia made it clear that she was not interested. Natsu-san should find someone else to go with and stop bothering Juvia."

When the man grabbed her arms, Bickslow felt like he needed to interfere. Not only was this man an unofficial murder suspect (despite of what he told his captain), the man was clearly unstable enough to hurt this woman.

"The lady clearly didn't want to go. You should let go of her arms before you leave a mark, mate."

Both of them turned towards him and he gulped when he saw the woman's face, to be more specific, her eyes. They were the oddest shade of blue and he had never seen eyes that cold before. They reminded him of the frozen lake near his parent's house where he used to go for ice-skating.

"Are you ok, miss?"

If it were possible, her blue eyes had gotten colder and to his surprise, they were not directed towards the other man.

"Juvia is fine and she doesn't need your help. Please go back to your seat."

The odd third-person way she talked made her more interesting in his eyes and he nearly forgot about the pink-haired man and said man didn't take being ignored nicely.

"Who are you? Stop acting like I'm attacking her. She's my friend."

This time, the glare was intended for the pinkette and her eyes narrowed.

"Friend is a strong word, Juvia believes."

A slim arm wrapped around Natsu's shoulder and pulled him back to the curvy, petite body, her blonde head could hardly be seen over his shoulder.

"Whoa. What is going on here? Natsu, I thought you were on an errand for the whole day?"

Natsu pouted and the woman stepped away from him and came into view. Lucy smiled brightly at Bickslow and he couldn't not smile back at the energetic blonde.

"I was. I just saw this ad about the newly renovated aquarium and thought Juvia might wanna go."

Lucy frowned at the man who looking down at his feet and softly patted his hair.

"You know Juvia is busy these days. Ask Gray to go with you. Now, stop bothering the poor girl and go help Gajeel."

"But-"

The normally sweet blonde's voice grew firm, "I said go. You're making a scene."

Biting his lips, Natsu walked away from the group with a slight slump on his shoulder. Lucy rubbed the other girl's shoulder softly and Bickslow couldn't help but wonder the dynamic between these three fascinating people. It was obvious that Juvia felt at ease with Lucy because the tension that was present in her shoulder before left immediately at the blonde's touch.

"I'm sorry about this, detective. How about a drink as an apology? Gajeels makes a mean Manhattan."

Bickslow winced at the thought of him drinking a fruity cocktail. Not that he thought guys shouldn't drink cocktails or anything but he preferred something not sweet when it comes to alcohol.

"Just beer is fine for me. It's a work night."

Lucy gave him a cheeky smile and gave their drink orders to the passing waiter who almost tripped in his hurry to serve the owner. After the waiter left, she guided them back to the couch. Juvia settled on the arm rest and Lucy sat on the comfortable couch and leaned against the bluenette's thigh. Bickslow left some space between them and sat a bit further.

"So, Detective Martinez. I do hope you're here for pleasure and not to question us further."

"A little bit of both, to be honest."

The same waiter from before came back with their orders and hurriedly gave him a bottle of beer and Lucy a glass of clear green liquid which had to be a cocktail. Lucy took a small sip and hummed in her throat and slowly slid towards his end of the couch. His bare knees grazed his thigh and he tensed in his seat. A mixture of honeysuckle and vanilla scent took up his personal space and he found himself not being able to look away from her beautiful cognac-color eyes. Delicate, slender fingers brushed across his jaw and everywhere her fingers touched tingled and he could feel the heat flowing from that spot to his stomach.

"How about we take care of both in my office? I have a bottle of good wine in my drawer that we can share."

Before Bickslow could even attempt to answer, Lucy was pulled into the blue-haired woman's arms who was pouting a little at being excluded from the conversation.

"Juvia hopes she is not being left out this time because she is still angry about the last time."

Lucy chuckled and brought Juvia's hand to her lips for a soft kiss. Playful golden eyes settled on him and Bickslow blushed lightly under her gaze. There was something about this woman that brought every emotions to the surface and made him want to act them all out. She could make him feel uncomfortable, fascinated and aroused within a blink of a moment.

"I'm sure detective is capable of handling two troubles at the same time. So, what do you say?"

However, he didn't make it to detective rank by allowing his heart or any other part of his organs to overrule his head. While you were in a law enforcement business, the smartest thing to do was to be suspicious of everyone. That was the first thing his captain taught him after he was made detective. It had to be some sort of tactic to throw him of the rail of his investigation. He practically leapt out of the chair at the reminder that he was associating with possibly dangerous criminals or at least related to them.

"Thanks for the offer but it's pretty late and I have work tomorrow."

Giving the two stunned ladies a quick nod, he left the place in a run and didn't even hear when someone yelled his name. Only when he got inside his car that he let out a breath. The blinking light on his dashboard told him that it was a little past midnight and he was surprised at how late he had stayed at that place.

"You summoned me?"

Lucy looked up from her paperwork to see a pink head poking through the slightly adjured door. She smiled and beckoned him to come in. He shut the door behind him and plopped down on the chair across her desk.

"Let me guess, you want to talk about what happened with Juvia at the bar."

It was like Natsu to shoot straight to the point which was better for Lucy because she was getting tired of needless mind games and long-winded conversations anyway after a long day of doing business with humans. She leaned back against the headrest of her sofa and stared at the boy in front of her who was unconsciously scratching the cushion of his chair. Tension filled the room when no one spoke for a while, each trying to convey what they're thinking the best way.

"What brought this whole thing on, Natsu? You've been acting weird lately."

His eyes were fixated entirely on a little dragon figurine on the corner of desk when he spoke again.

"Is it really that bad that I want to be her friend? I mean I hate this strain or hatred or whatever the hell it is between us."

"If you're trying to befriend her out of pity, I suggest that you stop."

Sharp obsidian eyes looked at her with anger and it made her almost feel bad for saying what needed to be said. She didn't want things to worsen between her two favorite demons.

"It's not pity, ok? Of course I feel guilty for taking away the love of her life. But I really want to know her better because I think she's really cool."

Lucy stood up and walked around the desk to stand in front of him so that she could ruffle his hair while she talked.

"I'm happy that you're trying to make an effort, Natsu. But you can't force friendship like that. I'm sure things will get better one day. I mean we do have the rest of eternity. I know it sounds cliché but give her a little more time."

After a pause, Natsu nodded his head gently. He moved to leave the room but then, paused at the door and turned back.

"I nearly forgot. Gajeel found this at the VIP booth."

He put a black case on the desk and left promptly without properly excusing himself. Used to his lack of manners, Lucy picked up the object to examine it closely and nearly shrieked in glee when she realized what it was. Bickslow's police badge. Now, that skittish man couldn't run anymore. She could play with him to her heart's content.

"Lucy-san looks happy. Did something good happen while Juvia was on the stage?"

Lucy chuckled and shook her head. The bluenette sashayed towards where Lucy was leaning against the desk and bent down for a quick kiss which turned into a long, deep one instead.

"How would you like to stay with me tonight? I know it's not a threesome but I'm pretty confident that I can rock your world", Lucy joked with a wink.

Juvia couldn't help but smile at her playful nature. Maybe there was some truth in Lucy being branded light-bringer, after all. Then, she noticed the badge on the desk and realized the cause of her boss's happiness. Lucy, now happily trotting towards the door, missed the frown on bluentte's face.

Friday morning saw Bickslow with dark circles under his eyes, chugging down the third cup of coffee while walking to the building from the car. It was just his luck that he couldn't find a spot near the office so he had to park a few blocks down. Something pulled at his shirt and pushed him inside the dark alley a few feet away from his destination. This time, he was ready and whipped out his gun and aimed at the assailant.

It was still dark at 6:30am but even without the help of streetlight, he remembered the beautiful cerulean blue eyes which didn't even seem alarmed to find a gun pointing at her face. There was no softness in her face today and quite frankly, her poker face was freaking him out more. He hesitantly withdrew his gun but chose to still hold it in his hand.

"Miss Juvia! What's with you people and manhandling me? Can't you just call my name like a normal person?"

Her lips curled up into a smirk; her eyes still hadn't lost its edge so, the smile just made the whole thing scarier. Maybe crazy killer instinct ran in that family and family's friends. The hand holding the gun began to sweat a little but he just tightened his hold. As if being able to sense his internal turmoil, her smile became more sinister.

"Juvia is here to warn you, detective-san. Stay away from Lucy-san. Juvia knows you are just using Lucy-san to get more information on Natsu-san and… the other guy. So, if detective-san thinks he can seduce Lucy-san for his own gain, there will be consequences."

Bickslow could only stare the girl in confusion. He had no idea where she got these crazy ideas or what made her think he was seducing her blonde boss. He was pretty sure it was the other way around. But he had a feeling that the bluenette might kill him if he said out loud so, he, instead, held both his hands up; his right hand still holding the gun but his finger had left the trigger so, she would know he meant no harm – physically at least.

"First of all, calm down, you crazy woman. And second, I have no plan to seduce your Lucy-san."

Instead of relaxing at his answer, her eyes glinted and she took a step forward.

"Is detective-san saying that Lucy-san isn't good enough for him to seduce? Juvia will let detective-san know that Lucy-san is so much better than him and she was out of his league."

"Whoa. Seriously, you have got to chill. Because now, it's starting to look like you just want to hurt me no matter what my answer is."

She hmphed but stopped advancing towards him at least.

"Juvia wishes. She was told not to hurt humans, sadly."

Okay… Now, Bickslow was 60 percent sure she was 100 percent psycho. He glanced around an alley to see if there was any witness to what could possibly be a massacre very soon. Nope. Looked like someone else would have to solve his murder mystery this time.

"If detective-san knows what is good for him, he will take Juvia's words seriously. Juvia might be banned from harming humans directly but there are other ways to eliminate them."

With a flip of her hair, she was walking away with a haunting grace that would make anyone to take a notice. Only when she was completely out of sight, he could take a huge breath and slump back against the side of a building. It seemed he might not be killed today. Hooray for him.

Friday was not a good day for Lucy. She woke up to a fire alarm set off by Natsu who was trying to make waffles in the kitchen. After kicking him in the stomach for waking her up at 5am, she found that Happy - stupid blue fleabag that Natsu had picked up from somewhere - had completely shredded her favorite beige cashmere sweater. If she wasn't against torturing animals, she would have set the fur ball on fire.

So, when she arrived the police station later to return the badge and possibly, tease the hot detective, she wasn't in her best mood. But the prospect of seeing that man blush made her smile a little. Juvia had walked with her to the station but left immediately after seeing her to the entrance, saying she had an important errand to run.

She smiled brightly at a young police officer manning the reception on the ground floor. From the last time she had been here, she knew the detectives and holding cells are located on the second floor.

"Hello, officer. Is Detective Martinez in yet?"

The man returned her smile, "I'm sorry he hasn't arrived yet. Do you have an appointment with him?"

"Well, I have something of his that I can only return personally."

He scratched the back of his ear uncomfortably. "I apologize, ma'am but I can't let you in if you don't have an appointment with him. I have a direct order not to let any strangers upstairs since the last incident."

Oh, she knew what incident he was talking about. Yeah, it seemed fitting that even while Natsu and Gray weren't physically present at the moment, those two could still ruin her day. She put her elbow on the counter and rest her chin on her palm. Her smile turned from friendly into something darker and yet more seductive. Her pearly white teeth flashing between here full pink lips.

"Oh come now, Officer…" she glanced the name tag on his blue uniform, "Waltham. I am an acquaintance of his and it would really help me if you could just let me wait for him at his desk. Please."

He coughed uncomfortably and blushed even harder. He was trying to look anywhere other than her cleavage who was close to bursting out of her V-necked shirt from the way she was leaning against the counter.

"If you didn't make an appointment prior, you can't go up. End of story."

Those harsh words didn't come from the beet-red officer at the reception but, rather, from behind her. She turned around and was nearly shocked at how large the new arrival was. He was well over six feet tall and had muscles that could go on for days. However, his perfectly handsome was marred by a deep frown between thick light-brown eyebrows.

His ice-grey eyes looked up and down, taking in her baby-blue V-necked shirt and mini-skirt accompanied by black thigh-high boots. He really didn't look impressed with the way she was dressed. Okay, so, she should have worn more layers in this weather but she forgot her coat at the bar. Also, demons didn't normally care about weathers that much.

"You can finish your business with him in the evening after the office hour."

Maybe it was the way he talked down to her, or his deep, arrogant voice but something about this guy irked her. No one talked to her like that, let alone some human no matter how formidable he seemed.

"Not that it's any of your damn business, he forgot something at my bar last night so, I'm here to return it."

The big man didn't look like he was about to budge an inch.

"A rule is a rule, little missy. I ain't about to turn blind eyes to some bar bunny so that you can rendezvous at my station with one of my subordinates. So, you can get the hell outta here."

Anger consumed Lucy until she was sure she was only a minute away from her eyes turning completely golden and consequently, blowing the whole building apart. How dare he? Did he just assume she was some sort of air-head blonde bimbo just from the way she was dressed?

"You. Fucking. Asshole. Who the fuck are you?"

He crossed his massive arms in front his equally massive chest and glared down at her which wasn't difficult with her petite five feet four figure.

"I'm Captain Dreyar and this is my precinct. Who the hell are you?"

All the fight left her for a moment when she heard the familiar name. She was pretty sure this was not the Dreyar she knew but she could see the similarities between the two men; same arrogant, grey eyes and strong jaws.

"You're Ivan's son. Wow, a lot of things make sense now."

Those ice-grey eyes grew harder and his whole body tensed up.

"How do you know my father?"

She shrugged her shoulder and answered in a bored voice, "just an old acquaintance of mine. Anyway, since I'm not allowed to see the detective, you can give this to him on my behalf."

She pulled out the badge from the back-pocket of her jean skirt and slapped it on his chest. The Captain flinched and instinctively reached for the object so, it wouldn't fall down.

"Goodbye, Captain Dreyar. Send the detective my love, would you?"

Laxus stared at the retreating figure of blonde woman and couldn't help but feel incredibly confused. He thought she was a second away from slapping him but she just calmed down and left peacefully. And how did she know his father? The girl barely looked like she was in her late twenties so, they couldn't be old friends.

"What the fuck just happened?"

A/N: Thank you so much for your reviews. I am so happy you love this story. And to all my Lucifer on Fox fans, y'all are amazing and if those who haven't seen the show yet, please give it a try because it's super awesome. Anyway, the thing is I'm starting my internship soon so, I might not be able to post regularly anymore but don't worry, I'm not abandoning any of my stories. I hope my new chapter would at least make your day!