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The crime scene was cordoned off with yellow tape, beyond which journalists were bustling back and forth, eager to gather more information from their colleagues.

At three in the morning, New York was just waking up, the sleepy sun lazily rising above the horizon, but FBI agents were already at the scene of the recently committed crime, trying to calm the inquisitive journalists and quickly examine the crime scene and the body. One of the reporters swiftly crossed the yellow tape that enclosed the crime scene and rushed towards one of the agents to inquire about the details of the case, but he was quickly pacified and sent back to the others.

"Vultures!" agent Morningstar exclaimed indignantly, finishing the coffee from his cup. Lucifer Morningstar is quite a well-known personality if you work in the FBI, of course. At twenty-six, he already led his own team in the forensics department, which had considerable success in solving crimes. He himself viewed these achievements coldly, as he never understood competition, especially in the work of the Federal Bureau. After all, they are searching for criminals and investigating horrible cases.

"Boss, the forensic team has finished their examination, we can start our work," a slender, short girl with incredibly long hair tied in a high ponytail and dark green eyes approached the agent. She was also holding a cup of coffee, which seemed to be a latte.

"Alright, but Vaggie, before we start, please answer my question. Where the hell are Anthony and Emily?" These two were late once again, which greatly irritated Lucifer. Couldn't they follow Vaggie's example and show up on time?

"I can't answer that. I called them, and they said they'd be here in ten minutes," the girl replied without much concern, obviously not very interested in where her colleagues had been hanging around.

After ordering Vaggie to call the agents again, Morningstar went to examine the murdered young man.

As he approached the body, a horrible smell of decay hit his nostrils, which would have immediately nauseated anyone, but Morningstar had solved too many murders to not be used to this. Quickly examining the victim, he noticed several details that immediately caught his eye.

The victim's nails were torn out, and a thin blue mark was visible on the neck, most likely the killer had ripped something off it. The legs were covered in bruises, and on the arms, from the elbow to the shoulder bone, there were deep cuts. A crescent moon was carved into the left wrist, but that wasn't the main thing - there were six stab wounds in the chest. These signs pointed to the signature of a killer who had been sought after for quite some time.

"I don't see a smile on your face," the boy with bright blue eyes said jokingly, gently poking the agent in the side, startling him.

"Very funny, Michael. You'd better tell me what interesting things you've found!" Morningstar smiled as he addressed the boy, who gave him an equally charming smile in return.

In reality, appearance was the only thing that united Lucifer and Michael. They were indeed like two peas in a pod: silky blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and a short stature. However, it would be hard to call them brothers. Lucifer had a gentle character and was always very polite and positive, though sometimes quite stubborn. The same couldn't be said about Michael's character, which was complained about by absolutely everyone who communicated with him for more than twenty minutes.

"Boss, hello, sorry we're late, we were held up," Emily approached the Morningstars with a guilty look. Anthony was standing nearby, flirting with a confused journalist.

"One mоre late arrival and I'll have to write you both up. The body has already been examined, you and Vaggie will do the rest. Anthony should stop ogling that boy's behind and interview the witnesses, while I'll take Michael to the lab and then stop by the department, I need to talk to Sera," After giving the orders, Agent Morningstar nodded to his brother and they headed towards the car together. As soon as they crossed the yellow tape barrier, reporters immediately rushed to them to find out anything they could.

"Agent, is this another victim of the mysterious serial killer?"
"Will you be investigating this case now?"
"Admit it, the FBI is powerless in this case!"
"Is it true that all the victims worked for Mr. Hartfelt's company?"

The journalists didn't even allow them to squeeze through to the car, surrounding the brothers from all sides.

"It's confidential!" Lucifer replied dryly, barely managing to push through the inquisitive reporters.

"How they annoy me," the agent said irritably, fastening his seatbelt.

"It's their job, little brother! So stop looking at me as if you hate the whole world," After measuring Lucifer with his gaze, he looked towards the journalists, who seemed to have increased in number.

"So, what did you find out?" Lucifer asked as he started driving.

"First of all, you probably already know that this is the signature of the same killer who for two months..." Michael didn't get to finish.

"Yes, yes, yes, get to the point," the agent rattled off, annoying his brother.

Michael was very irritated by his brother's character. At times, the boy was simply unbearable, especially his attitude towards Michael annoyed him. In childhood, they were very close, they stood up for each other, but everything changed when Lucifer's stubbornness took over and he went against their father, not wanting to submit to his whims. Michael made a mistake then by not standing up for his brother, and now he's trying to clean up everything he did.

"Have I told you already that you're simply impossible?" Michael sighed discontentedly, looking out the car window.

"A million times. Sorry, you can continue."

"Thank you. So, it was obvious that the killer wasn't acquainted with all the victims, but it remains unknown by what principle he chose who to kill. There's nothing in common between the victims, except that they're all men," the agent looked at Michael, waiting for him to continue, "more detailed information will be available after a full examination."

Lucifer stopped near a low building of a slightly dull blue color. The boy opened the door, waving his hand politely, and slammed it shut. Lucifer just rolled his eyes at this. After driving a few more blocks and parking his own car, he went up to his department's floor and greeted the security guard and the agents who were on night duty. Approaching the chief's office, Lucifer entered without knocking, thus showing how dissatisfied and indignant he was.

"Sera, why the hell was this case transferred to us? It belonged to Adam's team," The boy glared at the department head, impatiently waiting for an answer.

"Agent Morningstar, calm down! You are my subordinates, which means I can assign whoever I want wherever I want, and you can't change my decision," the senior agent gave Lucifer a stern look. "Now you and your people need to give it your all and finally find this psychopath. You've been given the green light, you can do whatever you want, we'll cover all expenses, and Mr. Hartfelt's company will help us with this. The boy worked there and Alastor Hartfelt is interested in closing this case as soon as possible!"

Agent Morningstar left the chief's office in a less than pleasant mood. Lucifer was ready to hang himself, while Adam was beaming with joy when he handed the case over to Lucifer's department, because everyone knew the investigation had hit a dead end, as the killer left no traces. He killed his victims somewhere else, so no blood or fingerprints were found.

While his team hadn't arrived yet, Lucifer decided to familiarize himself with the case in more detail, but the folder was critically thin, containing only photographs of the victims and forensic reports. Nothing more. Realizing how much work he would have to do, the agent groaned out loud. The entire department turned to look at the boy, some with pity, others with malicious glee. Agent Morningstar had many enemies, especially in the FBI. Many were simply jealous of his team's successes and didn't miss a chance to quietly spite the agent.

Suddenly, Lucifer heard some shouting from the direction of the stairs. It seemed he even knew who it belonged to.

"Damn, she's just unstoppable!" Lucifer sighed with a slight smile and headed towards the epicenter of the argument.

Adam had already started making accusations against Lucifer's team. Of course, Vaggie was only too happy to annoy this fool. Adam was shouting something, red with anger, about all the closed cases being faked and Morningstar's team putting innocent people behind bars. Vaggie just listened to him attentively, with a sarcastic smile spreading across her face. Emily and Anthony stood behind the girl and also couldn't hide their smiles. Quite a few agents had gathered around them to watch how Agent Vaggie would put Adam in his place. In fact, everyone in the department was a bit afraid of her; this girl wouldn't let herself be insulted. She was self-sufficient, smart, and confident in herself and her actions. The agents knew it was better not to joke with her, although with close people and in informal settings, Vaggie was very cheerful and positive. Perhaps you just needed to earn her trust.

"You know what, Adam, I'm just amazed that you've lasted so long working for the Federal Bureau, considering you still get sick at the sight of blood. You just need to admit that you're only here because of daddy, and if it weren't for him, you wouldn't have solved a single case. Tell us, we're all curious here, how often do you run to him for help? You're just a nobody, Adam! Alright, everyone disperse! The show's over," the indignant girl walked past the shocked boy, people began to return to their workplaces, and Emily along with Anthony followed Vaggie out.

"Please tell me you found at least something," Morningstar said hopefully, closing the door. In response, he only received disappointed head shakes. "Okay, fine, then Vaggie, you'll go to the victim's family and question them on all points. Emily, check the archives, maybe the previous group missed something, and you, Anthony, will help her. Well, I'll go to Mr. Hartfelt's company, after all, the boy worked there."

The day promised to be fun....

When Lucifer was already leaving the department, he was met by Sera, who reprimanded him for Vaggie's disrespect towards Agent Adam. When Morningstar finally got into his car, a surprise was waiting for him: it was a note. On the scrap of paper was written:

***"DON'T INTERFERE"***

Chuckling to himself, Lucifer simply crumpled the paper and threw it out the car window, as this wasn't the first time the agent had received a threatening note.
Approaching the company, where the owner's surname was emblazoned in huge letters, the boy realized that the most interesting part was yet to come, considering the character Alastor Hartfelt was endowed with...

The boy knew about Mr. Hartfelt's level of narcissism and pride, but he couldn't even imagine it was this bad!

It all started with them not wanting to let him into the company building, so Lucifer had to call Sera to arrange it with that damned Hartfelt, and the agent was finally let in. It was already eleven o'clock, but Lucifer was still stuck in the company's reception. After about twenty minutes, a pleasant short girl came out to him and invited the agent to follow her to Hartfelt's office. The girl was bustling to please the guest, as the owner of this spacious office wasn't at his workplace. Judging by how Nifty spoke about the company owner, this wasn't the first time, as she was forced to talk with Sera and negotiate with security.

"You're not lucky with your boss," - to these words, the girl just smiled sweetly, but her smile seemed quite crazy to the agent.

"I hope you're comfortable, Mr. Hartfelt should appear any minute now. Would you like some coffee or tea?"

"Coffee, please" - the girl quickly flew out of the office to bring coffee as soon as possible.

After a few minutes, he was brought hot and freshly brewed coffee. Nifty put the cup on a small glass table in front of the agent, and was about to leave when she turned and looked at Morningstar with hope, which took his breath away.

"You will find the one who committed this atrocity, won't you?" - her voice trembled, and tears were barely held back in her eyes.

"Of course, however, I have a few questions for you, but for now, go rest."

Nodding, the girl left the office, and the agent was left alone with his thoughts, as this place worried him greatly, although the boy couldn't understand why. His thoughts were interrupted as at that moment Alastor Hartfelt burst into the office.

"Nifty, what's a student doing in my office?"

Alastor, as always, looked simply... impeccable? In a perfectly pressed black suit that accentuated his dark brown eyes, with a perfect hairstyle. He smiled rather impudently, looking Lucifer up and down.

Working for the FBI, Lucifer had encountered quite unpleasant individuals many times, but according to the rules, agents aren't allowed to openly show their dislike. Hartfelt immediately displeased him, although they had never even spoken to each other before.

"Mr. Hartfelt, my name is Lucifer Morningstar, I'm a senior FBI agent. I'm here about the murder of your employee, I need to ask you a few ques-"

"Senior agent? Seriously?" Alastor rudely interrupted him. Lucifer would have actually believed his surprise if he didn't know for sure that he was just being mocked. "You're twenty at most!"

"I'm twenty-six, Mr. Hartfelt, and you don't look your twenty-five yourself," the agent retorted, rolling his eyes, to which Alastor only smiled irritably. "Now, let's get back to the matter at hand! What can you tell me about the victim?"

"Which one?" the company owner replied too dryly, not taking his eyes off some papers chaotically spread on his desk.

"Do your employees die every day? Chris White, his body was found today."

Agent Morningstar took a photo of the victim from the crime scene out of his folder and placed it on the table in front of Hartfelt. He tore himself away from the papers and looked at the photo carefully. The man examined the crime scene photo for a long time; it took him about fifteen minutes to process the agent's words.

"He was brutally murdered and I need your help to find the person responsible," Lucifer said rather coldly.

Alastor looked up at the agent, and if not for his composure and self-control, the boy would probably have recoiled, as this look was filled with disappointment and anger; Lucifer had never seen anything like it.

"Mr. Morningstar, promise me that you will definitely find who did this."

If only he knew how this would end...

The boy's phone rang very timely, thanking all existing gods, Lucifer answered the call. It was Vaggie calling, she only informed the agent that the deceased had no relatives and generally led a very private lifestyle. Thanking Vaggie, the boy hung up.

"Still, how did you manage to become a senior agent at such a young age?" - nothing remained of the eyes full of disappointment, only a smile appeared, filled with curiosity. Alastor, putting aside the photos, looked at Lucifer.

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If you spent even one hour alone with Alastor Hartfelt, you would, with a hundred percent probability, want to slam his head against the table. The man is a completely unbearable, arrogant, and self-absorbed scoundrel. During the time Lucifer spent with Alastor, he completely drained him. The boy could conduct an interrogation for several hours without breaking a sweat, but here...

After his colleague's call, Lucifer was able to leave the company, but he has to come back once more to question the deceased's coworkers. If Mr. Hartfelt's words are to be believed, the victim had close friends in the company, and work was almost the only place he went to with pleasure.

***

Alastor watched Agent Morningstar with his gaze until the door closed. Lucifer indeed sparked his curiosity and excitement; the boy had an angelic appearance, but his composure was truly devilish.

Alastor, smiling to himself, reached for the phone, dialing his secretary's number: "Nifty, darling, please come to my office and call Husk" - he hung up, sighing loudly. A short girl burst into the office, quickly taking a seat in the chair opposite the desk. She was followed by a middle-aged man with dark hair and a dull gaze: "Sir, you called?" Husk asked, sitting next to Nifty.

"Yes, yes, Nifty, I want to join the investigation and conduct it together with Mr. Morningstar. Take care of this." The girl merely nodded hastily and shot out of the office like a rocket.

"Sir, excuse my rudeness, but are you fucking high? This guy is investigating a case we're involved in. This is the FBI, not some joke," Husk exploded in irritation, pointing his finger right at Alastor's face.

"Oh, oh, oh, my dear, are you afraid? Besides, life has been mired in boredom lately, and this venture looks quite entertaining, don't you think?" Alastor smiled and leaned across the desk to meet his subordinate's gaze.

In truth, Husk was often frightened by his boss's smile. He was always cold-blooded and never showed sympathy or any other pleasant emotion towards other people. However, after years of working for Alastor, Husk had grown accustomed to all his crazy ideas, but this idea was beyond his comprehension. Had he gone mad?

"Sir, I don't want to take part in this. It's absolute madness. This guy is the best agent in New York. It's not worth playing games with him," the man said with absolute seriousness, looking grimly at the younger man who sat and... smiled?

"Ha ha ha ha, oh.... My dear, you can't refuse, remember? You're on my short leash, so don't fill your head with unnecessary things and prepare my instruments. Now go," Alastor said as he stood up from the desk to approach the window, which offered a captivating view of the entire city.

"I'm not the only one who should remember about short leash, sir..." Husk angrily exclaimed, immediately realizing his mistake.

Alastor froze, sharply turning his head towards the man whose eyes were filled with horror. Alastor turned to Husk, smiling nervously: "You're forgetting, my dear, who you're talking to right now. So if you don't want your photograph decorating the wall of Detective Morningstar's office, you'll think about what comes out of your mouth and disappear from this office within five seconds, understood?"

Husk looked with horror into his boss's eyes, which were full of anger and madness. Rising from his chair, Husk merely nodded and ran out of the office.

Alastor exhaled and sat at his desk, burying his long fingers in his silky chestnut hair. At that moment, a little head peeked out from behind the door, informing him that Sera had approved his participation in the investigation as a consultant and that he would be working temporarily on Lucifer's team. Of course, he didn't want to work for this annoying boy at all, but what wouldn't one do for entertainment.

"Thank you, Nifty, you're the best."

"Well, Mr. Morningstar, let's play cat and mouse," Alastor looked out the window, from where he could see Lucifer's car just setting off towards the agency.

***

On his way to the office, Lucifer decided to stop by a café and buy coffee with fresh pastries. Something told him that he wouldn't be leaving work anytime soon today, if at all.

Morningstar's team was the hardest-working. There were times when they stayed at work for several days, working on a new case. It was common for them to wake up in the middle of the night to Lucifer's call. Each of the agents tried to build relationships, but all in vain. No one wants to tolerate constant night-time wake-ups, calls, and photographs from crime scenes. The agents never blamed them, as they were understanding. They would just listen with a smile and say goodbye. Of course, there were those who forced them to quit their jobs, but neither Lucifer nor others from his team would ever do that. However, it seems Vaggie is doing quite well balancing work and relationships. Her girlfriend is truly a treasure. She came to the department a few times, bringing coffee or pastries. What was her name again, Charlie, it seems. And Vaggie looks very happy with her.

Lost in his thoughts, Morningstar didn't even notice how he arrived at the agency. Vaggie was waiting for him right at the entrance, most likely the information was indeed important. They went down to the ground floor, finding themselves in his brother's office.

"Michael, it seems you have something for me."

"Oh, Luci, glad to see you. You're just in time. I've already told Vaggie everything, but I asked her to bring you. Come on."

"Ah, how many times do I have to tell you not to call me that," Lucifer rolled his eyes reproachfully.

After making both agents put on white coats, Michael led them to the room where the corpses were. On the surgical table lay the body of the murdered boy, covered with a white sheet.

"After conducting the examination, I found that the killer didn't treat this boy the same as the others. It's as if the killer didn't want to do it, because the rest of the victims were killed very brutally, but with this victim, he seemed to show mercy," approaching the body, the doctor lifted the deceased's hand, pointing to the cuts on the arms that had already been sutured. "All these injuries were inflicted on the victim after death, there are fewer cuts than usual and they're not as deep."

"Thank you, Michael. Let me know immediately if you find out anything new." Michael just nodded, smiling politely.

Vaggie and Lucifer were already in their department with Emily and Anthony, thinking over everything they had managed to learn. In reality, there was critically little information. What they learned from Morningstar's brother was useful, but it didn't change the fact that it could be anyone.

"Stop, not just anyone," Lucifer was suddenly struck with an idea. "Yes, he didn't spare the other victims, meaning they were likely not acquainted, but he spared this boy because they were particularly familiar." Everyone in the room looked at Morningstar in surprise. Emily was about to say something, but at that moment Sera entered the office.

"Mr. Morningstar, may I have a word with you?" Lucifer looked at his team in confusion and followed Sera out. "I must inform you that Alastor Hartfelt will be conducting the investigation along with your team." The boy's eyes grew to the size of ripe apples, but he didn't even have time to say anything when Sera raised her hand in a calming gesture and added, "No objections, he has great influence, so I'm powerless here."

An irritated Lucifer entered the office and directed everyone to gather so they could go to Mr. Hartfelt's company.

***

This time, the agents were greeted warmly at Alastor's company. The security guards behaved strangely, as if they were forced to smile. At the entrance, a man met his team. He was of average height, a brunette with brown eyes. The man introduced himself as Husk. Smiling kindly, he led the agents to the conference room and asked them to wait a bit.

"Are all their security guards this sexy, mmm?" Anthony chimed in, leaning towards Lucifer.

God, this guy would drive him crazy. He flirted with literally everything that moved, which constantly interfered with their work, although sometimes it proved quite useful. Maybe this time it would come in handy.

"If you manage to find out something from this security guard, I'll add 40% to your bonus," Lucifer smiled, watching Anthony's eyes light up. "Boss, this is a task for a true master. Combining business with pleasure is my calling," Anthony walked away, blowing an air kiss to Lucifer in response. "Ah... this guy."

"I thought I wouldn't see you here again." Lucifer felt someone lean towards him, touching his neck with warm breath.

Turning sharply, he faced the problem that would haunt him until they solved this case. In front of him stood Alastor, who politely greeted him with his silly smile. He was dressed impeccably as always.

"You are again. I've already been delighted with the news of your participation in the investigation," Lucifer rolled his eyes, stepping closer to the company owner. "And I assure you, if you interfere with the investigation, you'll exchange that lovely suit for a prison uniform."

Alastor smiled irritably again, leaning closer to the agent, as their height difference caused some inconvenience. "Mr. Morningstar, no jokes. I'm now essentially your subordinate, so I can call you 'Your Majesty'," Alastor whispered in his ear, throwing the agent off balance.

"Boss, we're ready," Emily's voice sounded in Lucifer's head as if in a vacuum. He quickly returned to reality and looked at the younger agent with a question: "What?"

"Boss, we're ready for the interrogation," Emily said, shifting her gaze to her boss's interlocutor, and extended her hand in greeting. Alastor kissed Emily's hand like a gentleman. "Welcome to my company, my dear..." He paused, waiting for the girl to announce her name. The girl smiled sweetly and replied: "Emily."

"Very pleased to meet you, Emily. I think you know my name. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Lately, more and more angels have been visiting my company," he joked, glancing at Agent Morningstar.

Indeed, Emily had an incredibly sweet appearance, with ashen hair falling on her delicate shoulders, light gray eyes innocently shining, and freckles accentuating her beauty.

"Well, I need to run now. See you later," Alastor blurted out and, smiling in his typical manner, left the hall.

"Alright, ladies and gentlemen, please take a seat. Anthony, close the door," When the order was carried out, Lucifer continued speaking: "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Senior Agent Morningstar, and these are Agents Emily, Vaggie, and Anthony. We're here to investigate the murder of your colleague Chris White and twenty other men. First, we'll ask general questions, then we'll interview each of you separately, but we want you to know that we suspect each of you."

The interrogation began. Usually, it's conducted at the FBI office in specially designated rooms, but Sera ordered not to disturb Hartfelt's people, which made Morningstar grit his teeth. He hated when big shots got special treatment just because they had money. He believed there should be no leniency in their profession, none at all.

Hartfelt and his people listened very attentively and seriously answered all the agents' questions, but individual interrogations were still ahead. When the general questions were finished, the agents were led to the next floor, where there were many rooms. The agents split up and went to different rooms.

"Husk, right? What exactly can you say about the deceased?" Anthony sat across from Husk and looked at him expectantly, which made the latter very uncomfortable. While Husk was thinking about his answer, Anthony had the opportunity to examine the suspect. In terms of appearance, he was, of course, impeccable, and he carried himself confidently, with a straight back, a stubborn gaze, and shoulders squared. Anthony himself sprawled on the offered sofa, and oh gods, he felt wonderful on this damn chair.

"When he first started working here, he was quite secretive and uncommunicative, but over time he blended into the team and became part of the family." A firm, confident voice, as if he was reporting in the army, while maintaining a perfect posture. Something about Husk didn't sit right with Anthony. It was clear that Husk was a man of his word and could be relied upon, but such people usually have their own demons.

"Did he tell you anything about his family or old friends?"

"No," Husk answered quickly.

"I see. Were you in a romantic or perhaps friendly relationship with him?"

"No."

"Are you familiar with the other victims?"

"I don't think so, I don't remember them," Husk looked at the photos of the other victims a bit more and returned them to the agent.

The interrogations with the other agents dragged on a bit. Lucifer finished faster than everyone else, so he was pacing the corridor. He was already tired of being in this cursed tower and wanted to return to the agency as soon as possible to order pizza as usual, lock himself in with his colleagues, and study the case late into the night. They did this constantly; they had nowhere to rush, no one was waiting for them at home, except for Vaggie of course. But Charlie was understanding of her partner's work, and she herself often stayed late at work, as the new hotel business required a lot of her free time.

Agent Morningstar even remembers days when they stayed overnight at work due to particularly complex cases. On such days, no one could send them home.

Lucifer was distracted from his thoughts when he felt someone approaching. Turning sharply, he already reached for the weapon hanging on his belt, but seeing Alastor in front of him, he stopped. He was holding a tall paper cup with aromatic coffee; most likely there was even a café in the office. He waited until Lucifer straightened up, then literally shoved the cup into his hands.

"Is the coffee poisoned?" the agent raised his eyebrows and looked questioningly at Alastor.

"Agent, believe me, if I wanted to kill you, I would do it in a more sophisticated way," Hartfelt replied reproachfully, as if his ego had been hurt. Lucifer didn't respond to this; he didn't want to know what was going on in this madman's head.

"You look tired," Alastor blurted out. "The hard work of law enforcement?"

"Yes," Agent Morningstar replied, carefully taking a sip. Lucifer froze for a moment; the coffee was really very tasty. "Damn, I forgot to ask you, where were you the day before yesterday from 11 PM to 2 AM?"

"At a charity event, about a hundred people can confirm my presence." Alastor smiled as if expecting such a question from the agent. This fact calmed Lucifer; at least he wouldn't be working on a case with a serial killer. Agent Morningstar nodded understandingly.

Soon, the interrogations in other rooms also ended. Lucifer gave orders to everyone, but stayed at the company himself; he still had to interrogate Nifty. The agents, in turn, went to verify the alibis of everyone they had interrogated. When the agents left, Lucifer entered the room where Nifty was supposed to be waiting for him, but she never showed up. After some time passed, Morningstar decided to walk around the company and find the girl himself. What he saw was truly impressive: people in formal suits with thick folders were walking everywhere, discussing some important information among themselves. Everyone smiled and greeted Lucifer; he didn't know if this was because polite people worked here or if it was just the effect of the FBI badge on his belt.

Finally, unable to stand the endless corridors and stairs, Lucifer stopped someone and showed his FBI badge with credentials and asked where Nifty was. The man became wary but still said that he hadn't seen her today and it would be better to ask the boss. After thanking him, Lucifer decided to keep searching; he was very tired and didn't want to see Alastor, let alone talk to him. Not finding the little secretary, Lucifer finally decided to go to Hartfelt to ask where his assistant was. As the boy was approaching his office door, it unexpectedly opened and a crying employee rushed out. He almost fell right at the agent's feet, but he managed to catch him. The boy raised his tearful eyes to him and roughly pushing the agent away, went on.

"Well..."

"Oh, Agent Morningstar, my favorite colleague, do you have more questions for me or did you just come for no reason?" Alastor was smiling insolently as usual, and Lucifer was barely restraining himself from hitting him.

"First of all, we are not colleagues, you just invited yourself to my department for the duration of the investigation and haven't done anything useful yet. Secondly, I have only one question for you: where is your secretary?

"She went out on business. It's strange that no one informed you." - Lucifer mentally slapped himself in the face.

"Could you please give her my business card? Tell her to call me when she returns," - After waiting for a nod, Lucifer left the office, and then the building itself. When he had already sat in the car and was about to drive away, his phone chimed with a new message notification.

*You have an exceptionally long neck, agent. Don't hide it under high collars*

"Damn it," - Lucifer irritably tossed the phone onto the passenger seat, heading home.

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Alastor watched as the agent's car hurriedly moved away and drove off in an unknown direction - unknown for now, to be precise. He looked out the window for a few more minutes, observing how the sky was getting overcast and it was starting to drizzle. There was something about this weather that greatly appealed to Alastor. However, his idyll didn't last long, as Husk unceremoniously burst into the office with a folder in his hands. The man was all wet and out of breath, as if he had run a whole marathon.

"Did you bring it?" Alastor asked dryly, looking at his subordinate.

"Yes, sir, but I still think this is a very nasty idea," Husk said, throwing a small folder onto his boss's desk.

"I don't care what you think about it, my dear. Now go, you're free for today," Alastor looked at the folder with a satisfied smile. After waiting for Husk to leave and close the door, he sat at his desk, opening the folder: "Well, Mr. Morningstar, let's see who you really are."

Alastor was surprised by the size of the folder and its contents directly; it seemed as if someone was very skilled at cleaning up data. The contents of the folder revealed only general information: place of birth, date of birth, names of close relatives, information about schooling and university education, as well as a contact number and current place of residence.

"Oh, our agent has a twin brother, how interesting, and he works in forensics. I hope we'll meet soon," Alastor turned the page where information about education was listed, and as it turned out, the agent was very well-educated. Lucifer had graduated from Columbia University, then passed all the necessary tests and joined the FBI, as a protest against his father. Thanks to his persistence and intelligence, he solved even the most complex and confusing cases, which paved him a quick path to the position of senior FBI agent. "Oh, music school. Well, detective, someday we'll play together." The next page was no less interesting, as it revealed data about the agent's current place of residence, and in reality, he lived in quite a prestigious area.

"Well, let's pay a visit to our Agent Morningstar today, but first we need to finish one matter to make our meeting more exciting," Alastor stood up, and putting on his jacket, left the office.

***

Lucifer drove up to his house, tiredly leaned on the steering wheel, and sighed. It was still pouring rain outside. Quickly running out of the car, he headed to the house. The house greeted him with empty walls, as always, perhaps that's why he preferred working at the department. Leaving the folders with case details in his home office, he headed to the bathroom to wash off today's events. Water trickled down his pale skin. After twenty minutes, Lucifer dried his golden strands with a towel, and before sitting down to work, decided to eat something. However, his refrigerator had other plans; it was literally empty. So, after brewing a cup of coffee, he headed to his office.

"Well, let's see what we have here." Lucifer opened the first folder, carefully reading its contents, checking if Adam had missed anything, and bingo, in the second case, Alastor also appeared as a suspect, but suspicion was quickly diverted from him. This alarmed Lucifer greatly. He already didn't trust that smile, and this detail made Lucifer think even more about suspecting Alastor. Taking out his mobile, he dialed Vaggie's number, hoping she would answer.

"Boss? What happened?" Vaggie's surprised voice sounded on the other end of the line. "Vaggie, I know it's very untimely, but I need to know if Mr. Hartfelt's alibi was confirmed."

"Umm... Yes, he was indeed seen at the charity event that evening, he was there all evening, so he's clean. No, Charlie, sweetheart, don't add that much sugar," Vaggie informed Lucifer while simultaneously watching to ensure her girlfriend added less sugar to the pastry.

"Thank you, have a good evening." Lucifer thanked his colleague, hung up, and ran his fingers through his golden strands, pondering all the information. However, two days without sleep took their toll, and the agent's eyelids became heavier and heavier until he finally fell into a deep sleep. Through his sleep, Lucifer heard the sound of his doorbell. It seemed like a dream, but the ringing became more and more insistent, later accompanied by knocking on the door. Morningstar jumped up from the table. "God, how long did I sleep?" Lucifer looked at his phone, where there were already several missed calls from Vaggie, Anthony, and Emily. He noticed the time, 4 in the morning, the knocking on the door didn't stop. "I'm coming, I'm coming, God, who's come here at 4 am?

Opening the door, he met eyes with a brunette in a formal suit who was smiling down at the agent standing before him without a shirt.

"Uh, my eyes are up here. And anyway, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE? HOW DO YOU KNOW MY ADDRESS?" With all his anger, Lucifer jabbed his finger right into Alastor's chest, while the latter calmly stood observing the spectacle right in front of him.

Alastor grabbed Lucifer's hand, moving it away from himself. "Whoa, darling, no need to shout, you'll wake up the whole neighborhood. And secondly, we have a new case, so get dressed, I'll wait for you in the car."

"Since when do we have joint cases?" Lucifer blurted out irritably.

"Since I became a consultant in your team," Alastor smiled, heading to his car.

"Ahhhh... God, why is this happening to me?" Lucifer sighed, raising his head to the sky. While dressing, he simultaneously checked messages from agents who were trying to reach the sleeping Lucifer. And Alastor was right, they indeed had a new corpse.

Lucifer left the house and headed to his car when he heard a loud honk from the neighboring one. He immediately turned towards the sound, seeing Alastor leaning out of his car window.

"Agent Morningstar, I don't bite. I think it'll be more convenient to go in one car," Lucifer raised his eyebrows, sighing. "At least for now," Alastor added with a smile. The agent resigned himself to this fate, as it would indeed be much more convenient, especially since he had only slept for three hours in two days.

"You didn't answer my question, how did you find out my address?" Lucifer asked Alastor while already sitting in the car. "You know, detective, when you have connections, you can find out anything you want. I think you'll understand me. Besides, if it weren't for me, you would have slept through the murder," Alastor replied. Lucifer didn't respond to this, he just rolled his eyes and turned towards the window.

They reached the crime scene in an hour, enough time for Lucifer to start feeling nauseated by this narcissist's presence. Alastor parked the car and got out, heading to Agent Morningstar's door. The agent also wanted to open the door when he realized it was locked. "Hey, maybe you could unlock the door?" Alastor didn't react to the senior agent's complaints, but approached Lucifer's side of the car, opened the door, and offered his hand. "Your Majesty, allow me." The agent looked irritatedly at Alastor's hand; this scoundrel was even smiling at him. Lucifer's cheeks reddened, either from anger or something else, even the agent himself couldn't answer that question.

"Call me that one more time, and I'll break your arm," Lucifer hissed, but took the hand anyway.

All eyes were on them. Journalists had already taken several photos to release a scandalous article about how a senior FBI agent rides in the same car with a former suspect. Damn, at that moment Lucifer wanted to sink through the ground straight into hell. They were let through the yellow boundary tape and headed towards the corpse, where a guy who was an exact copy of Lucifer was already at work.

"Michael, glad to see you, what do we have here?" Agent Morningstar's tone indicated he was anything but glad to see his brother.

"Maybe you could introduce us, your corpse isn't going anywhere, brother," Michael chided him, pointing out his younger brother's poor manners.

"Sorry, this is Alastor, the owner of the company whose employee was killed and also my colleague, and this is my twin brother Michael, who happens to be a forensic expert." Alastor shook Michael's hand, to which he smiled cordially. "Alright, everyone's acquainted, now let's get to work," Lucifer pushed through Michael and Alastor to reach his team.

"Lucifer didn't mention he had a brother who looks like his mirror image," Alastor blurted out, watching Agent Morningstar making excuses to Vaggie, who stood with her arms crossed. "He rarely talks about me, so it's not surprising. We're not on the best terms," Michael replied dryly, to which Alastor simply nodded and headed towards the agent's team.

"Lucifer, are you out of your mind? What are you doing? You are my boss, but I'm also your friend, so what the hell was that? How did you end up arriving together?"

"Vaggie, he just burst into my house in the middle of the night to inform me about the corpse, nothing happened," the guy defended himself, putting on gloves. "Make sure you don't have problems later. I'll go question the people who found the body," Lucifer looked gratefully at Vaggie, who was heading towards an elderly couple.

Lucifer leaned over the body, glancing at Michael, who was removing the white sheet. To be honest, the sight was horrific. The victim's teeth and nails were pulled out, with numerous deep cuts on the arms and legs. "The killer didn't spare his victim this time. After a detailed examination, I'll fax you the conclusion, but I noticed something interesting," Michael lifted the deceased's hand, where there should have been a crescent moon, but this time there was a star. "Lucifer, he knows you've taken on the case. Be careful," Michael patted his shocked brother on the shoulder and went to prepare for the body's transportation.

"Not the most pleasant sight," said Alastor, sitting down next to Lucifer. "Yes, this isn't a clean office," Lucifer stood up, noticing a fragile figure approaching them.

"Emily, what do you have?" Lucifer blurted out to the girl who approached him with a white paper soaked in blood. "Boss, you should take a look at this," Emily handed the paper to the agent. Alastor curiously looked over Lucifer's shoulder to see what was written, as leaving notes wasn't his style. Lucifer unfolded the paper, almost dropping it.

"LET'S SEE HOW FAR YOU CAN GO, MORNINGSTAR"

"This is madness, a serial killer who left a star-shaped mark on the hand wouldn't leave some tattered piece of paper," Alastor exclaimed irritably, looking at Lucifer's team. "What? I thought this was an obvious fact for people who constantly work with killers." Anthony just muttered something under his breath, and Vaggie raised an eyebrow, saying, "And how does a radio company owner know such obvious things?" Alastor didn't have time to answer as Agent Morningstar beat him to it: "He's right, this was written by someone to intimidate us. In all 21 times, this killer never left a message on paper." Alastor smiled pleasantly, looking at the agent.

"Well, we're done for today. I expect everyone at the precinct tomorrow. By then, Michael should have sent the report," saying goodbye to the agents, Lucifer headed towards Alastor's car.

All the way to Lucifer's house, they drove in complete silence, each lost in their own thoughts. As they pulled up to the agent's house, Alastor unlocked the doors so Lucifer could exit the car.

"Until next time, Agent Morningstar," Alastor smiled in his usual manner. "Yes, just don't break into my house in the middle of the night next time," Lucifer chuckled, heading towards his house.

"The game is getting more interesting, my dear," Alastor said as he drove off towards his mansion.

Chapter Text

Upon returning home, Lucifer collapsed onto the bed, dreaming of sleep that would last longer than three hours, but he would be lucky to get rest only after death, as he looked at the photos of victims hung on the wall. He was troubled by the fact that there was no half-moon on the last victim. The detective hastily opened his laptop, typing something into the search bar.

"You didn't just carve a half-moon on the victims for no reason," quickly typing with his fingers on the keyboard, he opened a website that caught his attention, where it was clearly written:

A half-moon can symbolize rebirth and renewal, new beginnings, and discoveries. Nothing in the world is eternal, and one can always strive for more and better. Above all, the Moon is a female symbol, unlike the Sun.

However, the victims were men. And they had ruled out a woman as a potential killer, as it would require strong physical preparation to commit what this psychopath had done. Digging further through websites, he found another meaning.

In most cultures, a half-moon can symbolize revenge or hostility.

"Now this is interesting" – Agent Morningstar opened the file with the name of the first victim, accessing the criminal record of this man. It stated that a year before his death, this man had raped a girl and then strangled her.

The next victim was accused of domestic violence, the third man had beaten a woman half to death in a local club. All the murdered were accused of crimes against women. That's what the moon meant, it symbolized revenge, revenge for what they had done.

"Damn it, he's playing God" - everything was clear with the previous victims, but the last man had a star on his arm, which can't symbolize revenge, as the guy hadn't done anything. Oh, this could be a gift to the agent.

"Shit, what games are you playing with me?" Lucifer was engrossed in a detailed study of the case when his phone rang, it was Vaggie.

"Boss, we've got a man yelling all over the precinct that he's the serial killer we're looking for," Vaggie said somewhat indifferently, as if already knowing it was another charlatan.

"On my way," quickly getting dressed, Morningstar started the car and drove to the precinct as fast as he could, of course grabbing four cups of coffee on the way.

Jumping out of the car, he was already greeted by Vaggie with an irritated expression. Who had already ruined her mood, it seems the answer to his question is coming right towards them.

"Hey Morningstar, fuck, you decided to hook up with a former suspect instead of investigating the crime, very professional of you, I hope this will be your last case," Adam blurted out with a sarcastic smile.

Vaggie and Lucifer tried not to react to the words of this piece of shit. "What, is your tongue too busy to answer?" Adam laughed, looking at his subordinate, who appreciated his "witty" joke.

"Ahh, listen here, you stupid piece of shit, unlike you, I know how to use my tongue and both of my wives didn't leave me, so excuse me for your hurt ego, but work awaits me, all the best." The entire precinct stared at these two, Vaggie smiled at Adam and followed her boss, saying to all the onlookers who were watching this show: "So, back to work, there's nothing more to see here."

"Vaggie, have Anthony go check the cameras at Hartfelt's company, they promised to release the recordings today, and Emily should deliver these files to the owner." Vaggie looked at her boss doubtfully. "I can't do anything about it, Sera ordered to share the materials because he's supposedly on our team. It annoys me too, so I understand you." Vaggie said nothing about this.

In the middle of the office stood an iron table, to which the detainee was now handcuffed. He was a fairly young man with dark skin. It was immediately noticeable that the man had served in the army.

"Good afternoon, how did it happen that a former soldier is brutally killing men?" Lucifer stared directly at the one sitting before him. The man barely moved and was emotionless. But after the agent's words, he smiled and leaned back in the uncomfortable chair. His eyes were burning with challenge, and Lucifer was ready to play.

"They asked for it," the man was openly amused with the agents.

"I'm almost ready to believe you. You said you're guilty of the deaths of twenty-two men. Do you understand what you're facing?" While Lucifer was speaking, the man leaned forward, and now looked at the detective in the same way. His smile seemed eerie to Lucifer, but it wasn't the first time he had encountered such a thing.

"When I killed them, they screamed in pain, and I enjoyed it, especially the last one, I was harsher with him," after this statement, Lucifer understood who he was talking to.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Why am I killing?" the man leaned back in his chair again.

"No, why are you taking responsibility for another person's terrible actions?" Lucifer looked at him and saw a mad spark igniting in the eyes of the man sitting across from him.

Lucifer hated people like this man the most. Psychopaths who are ready to actually kill a person for the sake of fame.

"Well, just imagine, my name in all the newspapers, in the news, everywhere, I'll become a legend!" He burst into a shout, trying to raise his hands, but the handcuffs were hindering him.

"You're just an ordinary psycho, good luck to you," Lucifer and Vaggie left the office in a terrible mood. They headed to their office to wait for Anthony and Emily's return and decide what to do next.

***

Alastor sat in his office, enjoying a strong morning coffee, when his secretary's little head peeked out from behind the door.

"Sir, agents from Lucifer Morningstar's department are here to see you. Should I let them in?" Nifty rattled off in her usual manner.

"Yes, let them in." At that moment, a tall young man entered the office, slightly taller than Alastor, which surprised him greatly as he himself was quite tall, along with Emily, the girl he had dubbed a true angel at their last meeting.

"Good day, Mr. Hartfelt," Emily smiled sweetly, dropping a thick folder on the table. "We're here on Mr. Morningstar's behalf. This folder contains some new details." Alastor just nodded gratefully, smiling pleasantly at Emily. How do such sweet creatures end up in the FBI at all?

"Yeah, creepy smile, we were also informed that your security guards retrieved surveillance camera footage from the day of that boy's disappearance," Anthony said, placing his hands on his hips.

"Yes, of course. Nifty will escort you to Husk's office, he'll hand everything over to you," the agents thanked Alastor and headed to the elevator to collect the surveillance footage.

Alastor opened the huge folder with Morningstar's team's theories and was genuinely pleasantly surprised. They truly deserve the title of the FBI's best team. How accurately they determined the meaning of the half-moon and star. And the fact that they even identified the true motive of the serial killer surprised him.

"You're not as stupid as you seem at first glance, Mr. Morningstar. This pleases me greatly," Alastor grabbed his jacket from the hanger, informed Nifty to lock the doors, and went out to his car, starting it up.

***

The agents were once again reviewing the office recordings, but nothing interesting was happening. The agents were all very tired, but they were awakened from their half-slumber by Anthony's voice.

"Stop, stop, stop, rewind back." Vaggie, not understanding what was happening, took the remote and rewound a few seconds back. "Look here," Anthony pointed at the screen, drawing the team's attention to two men. It was the penultimate victim of the killer and, as Vaggie immediately realized, the former co-owner of the company - Vox. The worker was arguing with the former co-owner, actively waving his hands. From their gestures, it was clear that the catalyst for the argument was by no means work-related. A few hours later, the camera caught the worker leaving the office walls, and Vox, looking around, rushed out after him.

"We need to detain him," Emily immediately exclaimed. "No, wait, we have little evidence. We can't prove anything with just this recording. It would be good to sneak into his office and search it," Vaggie expressed a reasonable thought, which Lucifer immediately agreed with. "But they won't grant us permission to search his company," Emily stated. "Then we'll grant it to ourselves," Anthony turned his laptop screen to his colleagues. "A charity evening at Mr. Vox's TV company next Saturday? Anthony, you're a genius," Agent Morningstar praised him, but Vaggie immediately intervened, "Yes, but it's invitation only."

"I think I can arrange that. See you all tomorrow," The agents didn't have time to say anything when Lucifer simply flew out of the office.

"Uh, does it seem to you too that he's been acting strange lately?" Emily tilted her head, watching the boss get into his car.

"I don't want to jump to conclusions, but I think Adam might have been right about something," Anthony smiled, looking at Vaggie.

"Anthony, please, not another word," Vaggie looked angrily at her colleague to keep his comments to himself.

Lucifer decided to visit Alastor with his request tomorrow, as it was already quite late, so before going home, he stopped by the store to buy at least some groceries. Pulling the grocery bags out of the trunk, Lucifer tiredly walked to the house. The door to his house was open, he quietly put the packages on the ground and took out his service gun. Slightly opening the door, the agent looked around. There was no one in the hallway, the kitchen was empty too. Going up to the second floor of the house, he heard some rustling coming from his office. Approaching the room, he kicked the door open with force.

"Freeze, hands up!"

Behind his desk, Alastor jumped up, not expecting this, and quickly raised his hands in surrender.

"When will you put the handcuffs on me, detective?" Alastor joked, smiling, not showing any sign of surprise.

"What the hell...?"

"Agent, I told you we'd meet again soon," the smile didn't leave his face. Keeping his hands up, Alastor nodded at the gun still pointed at his head. Lucifer lowered the gun. He was silent for a few seconds, then irritatedly approached the taller man, grabbing him by the collar.

"What are you doing, why the fuck are you sneaking into my house at night, where did you get the keys? God, you're insane. I COULD HAVE SHOT YOU!" the detective shouted in one breath.

"Then we would have met in hell already, my dear."

"Enough jokes, ahhhh, what sins am I being punished for?" Lucifer quickly left the room, heading noisily to the kitchen.

Alastor, satisfied with the detective's reaction, followed him. In the kitchen, he sat on a wide couch. Indeed, the detective's house was impressive, two floors, all in red and white colors, which greatly irritated Alastor's eye, accustomed to dark and calm colors.

"What are you doing here?" Lucifer asked, leaning against the kitchen counter.

"I wanted to talk about that paper and the star-shaped mark on the deceased," Alastor looked at Lucifer, who opened his mouth in surprise. "You could have just called me, texted, or at worst waited until I arrived, why break into the house?"

"But this is more interesting." Lucifer turned his back to him, unpacking food bags and taking something from the top shelf. Alastor watched the detective attentively, catching himself thinking that the neck wasn't the only thing that attracted his attention, the waist - he really had quite a thin and elegant one. His thoughts were interrupted by Lucifer, who thrust a glass of whiskey into his hands, and returned to the kitchen counter.

"I'm listening carefully," Lucifer took a sip, put the glass on the counter, and assumed the pose of an attentive listener.

"I'm sure the paper with the message was planted by one of the agents. You noted very well that this victim is your gift, as there was a star carved on the body, but there was no sign on the paper, except for some incoherent text. So I think someone dislikes you at the precinct, and it was they who planted this note," Alastor said calmly, taking a sip from the glass.

"To be honest, I even know who," It seems Adam hates Lucifer the most, he's literally ready to do anything to hinder his team's work. "But that's not so important, I have a request for you," Lucifer couldn't believe he was asking this man for something.

"Mr. Morningstar, you've intrigued me," Alastor said expectantly.

"We've started to suspect your former co-owner of committing crimes, as the cameras caught a fragment of your employee arguing with Vox, and then he left, looking around after the victim. Of course, there's not enough evidence to detain him, or for us to get official permission to search his company, so I'd like to ask you to get invitations to the charity event happening on Saturday. You would also go as part of the team," Lucifer blurted out, waiting for an answer. Alastor sat shocked by such a request.

"Wow, your requests are not insignificant, detective. I can get the invitations; however, nothing is done for free," Rising from the chair, he approached the kitchen counter where Lucifer stood.

"Fine, what do you want?" Lucifer averted his gaze, as it was difficult for him to look Alastor directly in the eyes.

"Let's make a deal," Alastor took Lucifer by the chin, turning his gaze back to him. Lucifer's cheeks instantly flushed crimson, which was hard not to notice."I get the invitations, in exchange, at this charity event, you'll play with me."

"Play with you?" Lucifer removed his chin from the other's fingers, which greatly irritated Alastor. "Yes, I know you play the violin beautifully, my dear detective," Alastor put his hands behind his back. Lucifer looked at Alastor, searching for some catch, but extended his hand to shake. "Deal." They shook hands, and Alastor, smiling, said, "Excellent, my dear. Tomorrow you'll receive invitations for all the agents in your team by mail." Alastor walked down the hallway and, saying goodbye, left the house.

To say that Lucifer was shocked would be an understatement. What just happened? Lucifer approached the window where Alastor's car had just been.

"He's going to drive me crazy."

Chapter Text

Coming to an agreement with Vox turned out to be not so difficult. Although they parted on a rather unpleasant note, he still provided Alastor with five invitations. After a cool shower, Alastor went to his room and, looking at the glow of the night city, crawled under the blanket holding a new book. However, he couldn't focus on the text; he stared at it while his thoughts swirled in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Something was wrong. His heart tightened with the realization of the absurdity of the situation. How could it be that the one he considered just an object of another entertainment suddenly became the center of his thoughts? This was something new and incomprehensible. He put the book on the adjacent nightstand and closed his eyes, trying to drive these thoughts away, but they kept creeping back into his head. This is wrong. About three hours passed before he finally managed to calm his thoughts and fall asleep.

On the other side of the city, Lucifer poured himself another glass of whiskey and sat down at his desk to review the materials sent to him. However, he couldn't concentrate on the report. The letters and numbers just blurred before his eyes. He didn't understand what was happening, or didn't want to understand. He enjoyed engaging in verbal sparring with Alastor and being sarcastic; it was indeed his favorite entertainment during the workweek. Something was wrong; he recalled all those small moments that had happened between them. Indeed, Alastor was very attractive externally: tanned skin, chestnut hair that matched so well with his brown eyes, and that stupid smile... No, no, no, no, no, Lucifer, what have you gotten yourself into? With these thoughts, he went to bed, as he hadn't managed to get any work done.

***

The detective's morning was terrible. He barely lifted his head from the pillow, his tousled hair falling into his eyes, and his head throbbing as if someone was banging a frying pan against it. Rubbing his eyes, he headed to the kitchen to brew coffee and wake up a bit. "God, what time is it now?" He looked at the clock and couldn't believe his eyes. "Damn, 9 AM, I overslept, I'm done for." It took him twenty minutes to take a morning shower and get ready. Drying his hair haphazardly, he got into the car without even having time to drink his coffee.

Arriving at the precinct, he headed to the office where his team was already waiting for news. Lucifer burst into the office, out of breath with disheveled hair on his head that hadn't had time to dry. Everyone in the office looked at their boss in surprise; they had never seen him like this in all their years of service.

"Boss, are you alright? You look like..." Emily started to say, but Anthony didn't let her finish: "Like you've been running a marathon half the night." Vaggie elbowed Anthony, "Ow, what's the matter?"

"Everything's fine, so, onto the news. Alastor managed to get five invitations for the event at Vox's company the day after tomorrow, so we need to distribute who will... Why are you looking at me like that?" Lucifer suddenly noticed that his team's facial expressions had changed. Vaggie was glaring irritatedly at something behind Lucifer, Anthony was smirking mischievously, and Emily was looking sweetly at something behind him. Oh no, not... Lucifer turned around to meet the gaze of the man who had been on his mind all evening yesterday.

"Good morning, Agent Morningstar," he smiled as he greeted the senior agent, and then greeted his team. While Lucifer was trying to hide his rising blush, Anthony raised his hand in a flamboyant manner. "Yes, Anthony, you have a question?" the senior agent said in surprise.

"Actually, I have two questions. First: are we going to divide the responsibilities we'll have at the event on Saturday? And second: how did you persuade Mr. Creepy Smile to get five invitations?" Anthony's trademark smile never left his face.

"Regarding the second question, Mr. Morningstar and I made quite a profitable agreement," said Alastor, glancing at Lucifer, who wasn't very pleased with his candor.

"As for the duties, Vaggie - you're on security, you'll observe to ensure all guards are at a sufficient distance from us, report any movement. Anthony, you'll work with cameras, making sure we don't get caught on camera at inappropriate moments. Emily, you'll inspect the offices on the lower floors and security offices. Alastor and I will take the upper floors and Vox's office and his secretary's. Initially, we won't draw attention, we'll stay at the event as guests for about an hour, after which everyone will take turns doing their job to avoid unnecessary attention. Vaggie, you're responsible for equipment, micro earpieces, tools for opening doors and safes. Anthony, get a map of surveillance cameras, we need to find blind spots. Emily, get a map of the premises layout in advance. Is everything clear to everyone?" The agents nodded. Alastor was impressed; Lucifer, who had just been blushing and couldn't string two words together, was now giving orders so confidently and clearly that no questions arose. "Then, let's get to work, we have one day left before the event, there's a lot to do." All agents scattered to their tasks immediately. "Alastor, you'll come with me to get weapons," said Agent Morningstar, turning on his heel and heading to his car.

After all, investigating one's own crimes was quite interesting. Let's see how far this goes.

"It seems to me we're acting more like a criminal group than the FBI now," Alastor said as he got into the car and fastened his seatbelt.

"But it's so exciting, don't worry, we're professionals," said Lucifer, pressing the gas pedal.

"Why do you need extra weapons? Doesn't the FBI issue weapons?" Alastor looked with surprise at the agent who was focused on the road.

"They do, but if we need to use them, we'll have to file reports, and since we don't have permission to search Vox's company, I'll get in trouble with Sera. Better to be safe than sorry." This young agent really had everything thought out in advance, brilliant.

They drove to Queens and parked near a huge office. Entering the building, Lucifer whispered something to the girl at the reception desk, to which she nodded, and two security guards came out after them and escorted them to the elevator. Descending to the last floor, they exited the elevator, and Alastor immediately heard a woman's cheerful voice.

"Oh, Lucifer, darling, it's been so long since you've visited." The woman hugged the agent and turned to Alastor. "Hello, dear, there hasn't been an opportunity. Meet my... um... temporary colleague Alastor Hartfelt. Alastor, this is my old acquaintance and, incidentally, the best weapons dealer, Carmilla Carmine."

Weapons dealer? The more Alastor learns about Lucifer, the more interesting it becomes.

"Greetings," Alastor kissed the woman's hand, accompanying the greeting with a smile. "How sweet, very nice to meet you. Agent Morningstar, I understand you're interested in weapons?" Carmine, after greeting Alastor, turned to Lucifer.

"You understand correctly, but not large ones, so they're inconspicuous and won't be detected by detectors," Lucifer always knew what he wanted.

"Wow, an interesting case coming up?"

"You could say that," the agent smiled, walking behind the woman.

"I present to you this little beauty, my newest development, small enough to hide and made of a special alloy to avoid beeping on standard detectors," Carmine demonstrated a true work of art to her guests.

"You're incredible. How much for 4 of these masterpieces?" Of course, 4 guns. Lucifer wouldn't trust a weapon to a person who most likely has no experience in handling firearms. Lucifer took out a card, to which Alastor looked at him questioningly. Where did he get so much money? Does the job of a senior FBI agent really bring in such profits?

"I think we can come to an agreement later, if of course you don't get shot before then," the woman joked with a smile. Lucifer and Alastor thanked the woman and returned to the car. After packing the bag with weapons into a secret compartment in the trunk, they got into the car and headed back.

"I don't want to seem nosy, but you've surprised me today. Where do you get such acquaintances and resources to buy such weapons? Does the FBI really pay that well?"

"Ha ha, that's my little secret. I'll just say that in the past I wasn't an FBI agent, and you won't find anything in my personal file. I know you were looking for information about me, it's all clean there," Lucifer smiled, to which Alastor just intriguingly grunted. Lucifer drove Alastor to his mansion and unlocked the doors.

"See you tomorrow, Agent Morningstar."

"See you tomorrow, Mr. Hartfelt," Lucifer winked at the man and drove off towards home.

***

Everything was ready, with nine hours left until the charity event. All agents gathered at Alastor's office to develop a clear strategy together and prepare for the event. They entered the large office, and Vaggie took out all the equipment and laid it on the table.

"Wow, great job Vaggie. I suggest we get dressed now to attach the equipment and hide the weapons, and then we'll sort out the cameras," Everyone agreed to this proposal and dispersed to the rooms to get dressed.

Anthony was the first to be ready, looking impeccable in a light pink suit with a black tie. His hair was neatly styled to the side, and his black shoes gleamed in the light.

Next, Vaggie entered the room. She was in an exquisite floor-length black dress with a daring thigh-high slit. One of the girl's arms was bare, while the other was fully covered with a sleeve. Her long hair was gathered in a bun, and she wore black shoes with quite high heels. Emily was the complete opposite of Vaggie; her short white dress with a corset and puffy skirt emphasized her angelic beauty. Her hair fell on her delicate shoulders, and her feet were adorned with white shoes with low heels.

Alastor approached the team in a burgundy tuxedo, which didn't differ much from his everyday style. Lucifer was the last to enter the room in a white three-piece suit, and gods, he looked impeccable.

"Hey, creepy smile, I don't want to distract you from undressing my boss with your eyes, but you're stepping on my foot," Anthony addressed Alastor, as Alastor's cane was painfully pressing his foot to the floor. Coming to his senses, Alastor removed his cane, placing it next to the table: "I apologize."

"Alright, ladies and gentlemen, we don't have much time, so let's get to work. Anthony, what's the situation with the cameras?" Lucifer immediately commanded. Anthony opened his laptop, accessing the security system of Vox's company.

"There are quite a few blind spots, it'll be easier than usual. This security system was designed by idiots. I'll relay information through the earpiece so you don't get caught on camera at inconvenient moments," Anthony instructed the others. "Great, as always at the highest level."

"Emily? What do you have?" The delicate girl took out huge blueprints of the premises from her backpack, pointing her finger at a certain spot. "This is the main hall where the event will take place. I'll inspect the lower floors beneath this hall, plus the security offices. There are several escape routes if necessary. As for the upper floors, it'll be more difficult, there are far fewer emergency exits, only a few, and they're all under camera surveillance." Emily explained all the details of the escape routes with a serious face. "Thank you, Emily. If anything, Anthony will guide us."

Alastor caught himself thinking that these people were truly professionals in their field. He had never seen the FBI work like this before. It seemed he wasn't the only one with secrets on this team. Lucifer took out the bag with weapons and placed it on the table. All agents picked up guns, hiding them, and they all put on micro earpieces, checking if they were working. They were ready, all that was left was to tune the violin.

***

Anthony stayed in the car near the office to monitor the cameras, while the rest headed to the entrance where they were checked with metal detectors. Thanks to Carmilla, no one detected the weapons and they calmly entered the hall where soft music was playing and the city's big shots were discussing important matters with each other.

"Vaggie, Emily, stay in touch," the girls nodded to Lucifer and dispersed to their positions.

"Ready to play with me?" Alastor leaned towards Lucifer, his warm breath brushing the skin of his neck. "Pff, of course I'm ready, let's see if your fingers can keep up with mine," to which Alastor just smiled, grabbing Lucifer's hand, and pulling him behind the stage.

A man who was obviously the organizer of this event came on stage. "Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, I hope you're having a good time, as in a few moments my old friend will play on this stage, please applaud," Vox delivered his speech and left the stage.

The hall froze in anticipation. Two men came on stage. Their walk was confident, their gazes focused.

"Holy archangels, what are they doing, is this part of the plan?" Anthony asked, watching the show from the camera screens.

Lucifer's graceful figure raises his golden violin. His eyes are closed, fingers poised over the strings ready for the first touch. Nearby, at the grand piano, sat Alastor, his hands resting calmly on the keys as if they were part of the instrument itself.

And then, as if from the very heart of silence, music is born. The first notes of "Palladio" fly into the air like sparks from a bonfire. The violin sings the theme - swift, tense, full of hidden energy. Its voice soars upwards, piercing the space with sharp notes, then plummets down like waterfall water crashing against rocks. The piano enters, picking up the melody. Its chords are a solid foundation on which the violin dances. The pianist's fingers fly over the keys with incredible speed, beating out a rhythm - precise, relentless, like the ticking of a clock at a moment when time takes on special significance.

The melody develops, gains momentum. The violin and piano enter into a dialogue, like two passionate interlocutors. They chase each other, intertwining in complex passages, then diverge, only to meet again in a powerful unison a moment later.

Lucifer moves to the rhythm of the music, his body bending as if an extension of the instrument. The bow in his hands is like a magic wand, conjuring live sounds from wood and strings. Alastor seems to have become one with the piano, his hands moving with incredible precision and speed, extracting thunderous chords and gentle, whisper-like passages from the instrument.

The music grows, gains strength. It fills the hall, bounces off the walls, envelops the listeners. "Palladio" blossoms like a marvelous flower unfolding before one's eyes. Each note is a new shade, a new facet of this musical painting.

And here's the culmination. The violin sings at the highest notes, its voice trembling with tension like a string stretched to the limit. The piano thunders with chords, filling the space with powerful sound that seems to make the very air vibrate.

Suddenly - silence. It falls on the hall like a curtain in a theater. But this is not the end. The last notes of "Palladio" are a gentle dialogue between the violin and piano. They sound quiet, almost in a whisper, like an echo of the storm that just passed. A few piano chords, a few gentle violin notes - and the melody dissolves in the air like the last drops of rain after a storm.

The music ends. Both musicians freeze for a few seconds, as if coming out of a trance. Then Lucifer lowers the instrument, Alastor removes his hands from the keys. They turn to each other, exchange smiles, bow to the audience, which erupts in applause.

"Damn it, boss, why did you never say you play the violin like the Devil himself?" Anthony exclaimed indignantly. Vaggie stood with her mouth open, as Lucifer had carefully hidden this talent from everyone.

Lucifer and Alastor stood side by side, enjoying the ovation. "I did catch up with you after all, Agent Morningstar, thank you for the wonderful play," Lucifer smiled inwardly and only replied: "We need to get back to work."

They came down from the stage, returning to the guests in the hall, but Vox quickly blocked their way.

"What a performance, Alastor, where have you been hiding such talent?"

"My dear friend, let me introduce Age..." Alastor stumbled as Lucifer painfully stepped on his foot with his shoe, "Lucifer Morningstar, a new employee in my company."

"Very pleased to meet you in person, Mr. Vox," the detective said with all the respect he could muster.

"Have a good evening," Vox wished, forcing a smile. "Let's see how long this toy lasts you," Vox said this to Alastor so that the detective couldn't hear and went to other guests.

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Alastor glared angrily at Vox, who headed towards the drinks table where his designer stood.

"Alastor... Alastor," the detective's voice brought him back to reality. "Are you coming?" Lucifer looked at him questioningly. "Yes, I just... never mind, let's get to work."

"Boss, the main doors leading to the upper floors are blocked by security. I can't distract them because I'm guarding Emily," Vaggie spoke into her earpiece. "Wait, there should be emergency doors to your left, right behind the curtain," Anthony interjected. Lucifer and Alastor pushed through the guests and, looking around, hid behind the curtain.

"Here it is," Lucifer tugged at the handle, but the door didn't budge. "Damn, it's locked," Lucifer cursed, looking at Alastor.

"Ah, move aside," Alastor pulled something from his pocket, similar to the device Vaggie was supposed to obtain, but couldn’t be due to the short timeframe. "I understand there's little space here, but you could try not breathing down my neck, detective." Lucifer quickly stood up and averted his gaze towards the hall where the guests were enjoying themselves. In passing, he saw Vaggie, who was nervously pressing her earpiece. Suddenly, Vaggie's loud and nervous voice rang out in Lucifer's head: "Hurry up with that door, two guards are moving in your direction."

"Done," Alastor said cheerfully, and the two men tumbled into the passageway, closing the door behind them.

"Wow, care to share how a radio company owner knows how to pick locks?" Lucifer stood up, dusting off his white suit. "Are you sure you want to know?" Alastor lifted Lucifer's chin with one finger, making him look directly into his eyes, then walked towards the stairs. Lucifer shook his head and followed his colleague.

"Um, boss, I've disabled the cameras on the stairs, but you have three minutes before they start working again," Anthony said, focused on his laptop, entering the necessary codes. "We're already entering the hall, thanks. Emily, how are you doing?" The agent seemed not to worry about his own skin, he was more concerned about his team. "Working, boss, checking the lower floors, nothing interesting so far, I'll let you know when I find something."

Alastor and Lucifer had already searched half of floor, looking into rooms where equipment was stored, but found nothing interesting. Anthony skillfully guided them through blind spots to avoid cameras and not attract security's attention. However, things can't always go smoothly, can they?

They were walking down the corridor in silence when Alastor asked, "Do you often pull off such adventures?" He looked at the shorter man, who was very focused. "Every weekend," the agent smiled. They had only covered one floor and needed to speed up...

Meanwhile, Vaggie was sitting in the main hall when she noticed from the corner of her eye one guard saying something to another, and they headed to the floor above, where Lucifer and Alastor were currently located. "Oh shit," Vaggie ran on her high heels to the security to at least delay them a bit. "Gentlemen, someone left a rather large bag on the stairs, I'm afraid there might be a terrorist attack." The guards just looked at each other, "Miss, we'll take care of it, don't worry and return to the guests," said the burly man and transmitted something through his earpiece, going to the upper floor. "Ah, what's wrong with my earpiece."

Lucifer and Alastor, suspecting nothing, moved on when Anthony's voice sounded like thunder out of the blue, "Um, boss, two big guys are moving quite actively towards you, I doubt you have time to pick any locks, you literally have 10 seconds before you collide." In the detective's eyes, Alastor saw confusion; for the first time, he didn't know what to do, his eyes darting around the corridor, looking for an escape route. "Damn, damn, damn, we're in trouble," When the voices of the guards were already heard from around the corner, Alastor took Lucifer by the chin, his eyes full of shock, "Forgive me for this," said Alastor. "Wh...?" The detective couldn't even utter a word when Alastor pushed him against the adjacent wall and their lips met. At first, Lucifer froze in shock, but seeing the guards coming around the corner and understanding Alastor's plan, he relaxed and allowed himself to enjoy the moment. The height difference made itself known, and to reach those desired lips, Lucifer had to stand on his tiptoes. One of Alastor's hands rested on the detective's neck, while the other possessively held his waist, pulling him closer. The kiss became more passionate and deeper, as if it was the only thing they had desired since their first meeting.

The guards, seeing this scene, simply reported via radio that the upper floor was clear, not wishing to interrupt the show they had just witnessed.

Realizing that the guards had left, they broke the kiss, breathing heavily. Lucifer spoke first, "What was that...?" Adjusting his suit and hair, Alastor looked into eyes that burned like two sapphires: "That, detective, was a one-time offer," to which Lucifer only smiled.

"Wow ha ha ha, I had front row seats, I knew there was something between these two," Anthony exclaimed joyfully, forgetting that everyone could hear him. "Anthony..."

"Sorry, sir, I meant to say that your inappropriate moment was caught on one of the cameras."

"What happened there?" Emily and Vaggie shouted in unison through the earpiece. "Nothing, just our detective and his 'temporary colleague' decided to test the strength of the walls in Vox's company," Lucifer's cheeks reddened in his typical style."But the kiss was spectacular, oh, it got hot in here"

"Anthony, if I hear one more word, I swear by all that's holy, I'll strangle you with my bare hands, and Alastor will help hide the body," Lucifer said with a hint of mockery, but ironically, Alastor was indeed good at hiding bodies.

After searching the floors, they found nothing except tons of equipment and offices of regular workers. Their only hope was Vox's office, which was currently guarded. "We need to distract them. Vaggie, can you handle this?"

"I can," Emily's voice suddenly chimed in through the earpiece. "I'm in the security room now. I can disable the security system for a while so they'll rush to fix it, plus catch the intruder." The girl plugged her flash drive into the main computer, quickly entering a code, and voila, all cameras turned off, doors unlocked, and lights went out. "Brilliant, now get out of there." The petite girl pulled out the flash drive and darted to the guest hall to avoid being caught, as she had already inspected the lower floors.

The guards standing in front of Vox's office rushed to the power panel, while Lucifer and Alastor snuck into the room. Vox's office was huge, literally occupying half a floor, and was very messy.

"God, it's such a mess here, I don't even know where to start. Let's have you search the office for weapons, and I'll snoop around his laptop, there must be something interesting there." Alastor just nodded in agreement and got to work, putting on white gloves. Lucifer, in turn, sat at Vox's desk, opening his personal laptop. Of course, there was a password, but there was no time to play with codes, so the agent inserted a special device that cracked the required password in just three seconds.

"12345678? Seriously? Is he an idiot?" the detective asked rhetorically to which Alastor chuckled to himself, continuing to search for weapons.

Reports, reports, reports, reports, nothing interesting. Wait, Lucifer noticed a hidden folder that wasn't immediately visible. Without hesitation, Lucifer opened this folder, but it was password-protected.

"All clear on my end," Alastor approached from behind, causing Lucifer to jump in surprise. "Damn, do you always sneak up like that?" Alastor was pleased with this reaction. "Only on you, Agent Morningstar." Lucifer was sitting at the desk when Alastor placed his hands on both sides and leaned in to look at the laptop screen, giving Lucifer no escape route. "What have you got here?" Alastor whispered, watching how skillfully Lucifer's fingers moved across the keyboard, as if playing a symphony on his golden violin.

"Trying to crack the code on this folder. I don't know who set it up, but this guy's no fool – the protection is quite serious," his fingers flew over the keyboard. Several command line windows opened on the screen, each performing a separate task.

It's interesting what the detective did in the past; he has quite specific skills for his age. This thought couldn't calm him down.

"Boss, I'd advise you to get out of there quickly. They've fixed the system, all guards are returning to their positions," Vaggie warned them, watching the guards nervously looking around and running to the top floor.

"Guys, we have a problem. Get out of there," Anthony said, watching the cameras where he saw guards ascending to the floor where Vox's office was located.

"I need a little more time..." Lucifer muttered. "I'm afraid to disappoint you, but we don't have it," Alastor stood up, crossing his arms.

Lucifer opened a new window and began entering a complex sequence of commands, his eyes quickly scanning the lines of code, looking for possible errors. He pressed Enter and the screen suddenly flickered, a window with a system error warning appeared. "Just a bit more..." Lucifer whispered. He entered a few more commands, bypassing system checks. Suddenly the screen went dark. "Wow, detective, you're a genius," but then the screen turned on, and the folder loaded. "Woohoo hahaha, now who's the genius, huh?" the detective shouted loudly in Alastor's face, to which Alastor covered his mouth with his hand. "Quieter, can you be silent for at least a minute?" Lucifer bit his finger, freeing himself. "Try and make me."

"Um, I don't want to interrupt, but the guards are approaching," Anthony nervously said through the earpiece.

"Oh crap, I need another minute," Lucifer turned back to the laptop. "Here, seems like there's something interesting," Alastor leaned in to examine the folder's contents. Lucifer opened a folder with documents, dozens of files with financial reports and tables appeared on the screen.

"Just look, these are tables with financial transactions," Lucifer quickly browsed through the files. "Here's the movement of funds between different accounts, offshore companies, schemes for withdrawing funds away from tax attention... Wow, just look at these amounts."

"Looks like we didn't find evidence that he's a killer, but we discovered he's a real fraudster," said Alastor, handing a flash drive to the detective.

"Copying," Lucifer connected the device and started copying. The indicator slowly crawled to 100%, each percentage seemed to last an eternity. In parallel, he launched a program to erase traces of their presence in the system. "This should erase all logs and traces of our intrusion," he explained.

***

"Emily, did you check everything?" Vaggie looked around as the girl in the white dress approached her. "Yes, all clear, except for the security offices of course. They need a new cleaner," Emily joked.

"We need to get out of here," Vaggie took Emily's hand, but as she turned around, she met the gazes of two guards standing in their unchanging confident pose. Suddenly, Anthony's voice sounded in the earpiece, "We're in deep trouble, they know about our presence."

"Gentlemen, can I help you?" Emily said in her bell-like voice, holding Vaggie's hand.

"Ladies, please come with us." Not waiting for active actions from the guards, Emily and Vaggie ran in different directions to make it harder to catch them. One guard ran after Vaggie, the other darted after Emily.

Vaggie ran out of the hall into the corridor when the guard grabbed her from behind. The girl, not losing her composure, stuck her long heel into his foot, which made him yelp and release her. "No need to struggle, no one will do anything to you, let's go," said the burly man, recovering from the pain that pierced his foot. "Oh no, the fun is just beginning," Vaggie grabbed a mop, preparing for a fight. Emily ran out the door that led to the upper floors, where Lucifer and Alastor were currently downloading data.

***

Lucifer tensely watched the copying indicator. "Just a bit more... 95%... 96%..." The door handle began to turn...

"Done!" Lucifer exhaled, yanking the flash drive from the port just as the door opened.

"Hands up!" the guards shouted, pointing their guns at Lucifer and Alastor. "How ironic, I preferred it when you were pointing a gun at me," Alastor raised his hands. "Can you fight?" Lucifer asked Alastor, not hiding his smile. "Do you even need to ask? Watch and learn," Alastor put his hands forward, taking a fighting stance.

The guards, surprised by the sudden change in the situation, hesitated for a moment, looking around. This second was quite enough for Lucifer and Alastor to go on the offensive. Alastor lunged forward lightning-fast, knocking the gun out of the nearest guard's hands with a powerful blow. Simultaneously, Lucifer dove down, knocking the second attacker off his feet with a sweep.

"Not bad for an office worker!" Lucifer exclaimed, nimbly dodging a blow from the third guard to which Alastor just rolled his eyes. "Vaggie, how are things on your end?"

"I haven't had this much fun since college," Vaggie deftly spun on her heels, avoiding a grab. The mop whistled through the air, hitting the guard on the shoulders. "Finish him off and head to the car, we'll catch up. What about Emily?" Lucifer got distracted when a guard hit him hard on the brow, cutting it: "Ow, that hurt."

"Understood, boss." The guard lunged forward, reaching out to grab Vaggie. At the last second, the girl sharply squatted, letting the guard's massive body pass over her. The stick whistled through the air, hitting him on the head and stunning him. "Pfft, amateurs," said Vaggie, throwing the mop and running out to Anthony on the street.

Meanwhile, Alastor was already dealing with the fourth guard. He blocked a series of blows, then delivered a quick right hook, sending the opponent into a knockdown. Lucifer spun on the spot, dodging a baton strike, and counterattacked, hitting the guard in the solar plexus. The guard doubled over, losing his breath.

"Three down, one to go!" Lucifer shouted, turning to the last guard.

The tension in the room reached its peak. The cornered guard looked increasingly unstable, his finger trembling on the trigger.

"Surrender!" he shouted in a ragged voice.

Lucifer took a careful step forward, raising his hands. "Easy, buddy. Let's resolve this peacefully." Suddenly, the guard turned sharply to Alastor, his finger tensing on the trigger. Lucifer reacted instantly.

"No no no, stop!" he exclaimed, lunging forward. A shot rang out. Lucifer felt a burning pain in his shoulder as the bullet hit him.

"Lucifer!" Alastor caught his partner as he staggered.

The guard, shocked by what he'd done, froze for a moment. Suddenly, a delicate figure in a white dress appeared behind him. It was Emily, who had slipped into the room unnoticed. Without hesitation, she grabbed a heavy crystal vase from the table and hit the guard on the head with all her might. He swayed and fell, losing consciousness.

"Emily?!" Alastor exclaimed in surprise, still supporting the wounded Lucifer.

"I thought you might need help," the girl replied, dropping the vase, and running to them.

"Damn it, Lucifer, are you alright?" Alastor asked, helping him sit down and pressing his jacket to the wound, trying to stop the bleeding.

Lucifer winced in pain but managed a crooked smile. "I've been worse. Damn, it hurts. I've shot people so many times without thinking how painful it actually is."

Alastor exhaled in relief, realizing the wound wasn't fatal. "You're crazy, you know that? Why did you do it?"

"Well, someone had to save your overconfident ass," Lucifer joked, grimacing in pain.

Alastor shook his head but couldn't suppress a smile. "How many times do I have to tell you that you deserve a more interesting death? Can you walk?"

Lucifer nodded, gritting his teeth. Alastor helped him up, and they carefully moved towards the exit.

"You know," Lucifer said as they entered the corridor, "I'm starting to think our partnership will be quite... explosive."

Alastor rolled his eyes. "God, you were shot in the shoulder, not in your sense of humor. Next time you want to throw such a fun party, just invite me to dinner. It'll be less painful."

"Hey, my jokes are half of my charm," Lucifer replied, trying not to focus on the pain.

"And the other half is your ability to get into trouble?" Alastor retorted, supporting his partner.

They exited through the back door to the car, where Anthony and Vaggie were already waiting. "Damn it, what happened?" Vaggie rushed to Lucifer. "Agent Morningstar decided to check if he's immortal."

"Here's evidence that Vox is a fraudster, pass this to Sera," Lucifer handed the flash drive to Vaggie, who was examining his wound. "Are you completely insane? You have a bullet in your shoulder, and you're thinking about work? I'll shoot you myself right now."

"He needs to go to the hospital," Anthony started the car. "No no no no, I can't go there, the wound isn't that serious, and I'll get in trouble with the department for this."

"Then home, we'll patch you up there," Emily directed Anthony.

"Michael is at home with my sister right now, so we can't go there either," Lucifer gritted his teeth as Alastor pressed the jacket harder against the wound.

"Let's take him to my place, I know how to stitch up such wounds," Alastor said. Vaggie looked at him in shock. "Do you really think we'll let an FBI agent go with you?"

"Let me remind you that while we're arguing, he's bleeding out." Three pairs of eyes stared at Alastor. "What? Oh, come on, I won't kill him, it can't get any worse. Besides, you'll know he went with me, and I'm not interested in getting rid of three witnesses."

"Fine, give us the address, but if anything happens to him, I'll wring your neck," Vaggie pointed a finger in Alastor's face, and they set off.

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The journey from Vox's company to Alastor's house took only fifteen minutes. They didn't sit in silence for a single minute during the entire time. It seemed Vaggie would kill Lucifer faster than blood loss, and then Alastor himself might fall victim to her hot temper. There was indeed a lot of blood; Alastor didn't know how Anthony would clean his car later or how Lucifer was still conscious.

"We're here," Anthony stopped the car near a huge house. Alastor picked up Lucifer, who was barely standing on his feet, and the whole team entered the house.

"Emily, on the second floor to the left of the stairs is a bathroom, bring the huge first aid kit from there. Anthony, to the right is the kitchen, find the mini-bar there and get vodka from it. Vaggie, you'll help me," Alastor commanded. No one cared that he was giving orders, especially since their boss was temporarily unavailable. When Vaggie and Alastor entered the bedroom, Vaggie immediately noticed how it was done in dark and calm colors, truly impressive.

They carefully laid Lucifer on the bed in Alastor's room. The wound on his shoulder looked very bad.

"We need to remove the jacket and shirt," said Vaggie, looking at the clothes soaked in blood. Lucifer groaned in pain but tried to sit up. Vaggie carefully helped him remove his jacket, trying not to touch the injured shoulder. Alastor, unbuttoning the shirt, saw Lucifer's toned body under the fabric. His pale skin contrasted with the dark blood stains spreading from the shoulder wound. A truly impressive sight.

"Oh, you're in shape, boss," Anthony whistled. "Who would have thought such definition was hiding under that suit?"

"Anthony, focus!" Vaggie snapped, throwing him a stern look. "Now is not the time for compliments."

"Okay, okay," Anthony raised his hands in a defensive gesture.

Alastor leaned over the wound, examining it closely. "Well, let's see what we have here," he muttered, running his finger around the injury. "Deep wound, but it seems the important arteries weren't affected."

Suddenly his gaze caught on an old scar on Lucifer's chest. "Oh, what's the story behind this?" he asked with curiosity, lightly touching the scar. "Looks old. An unsuccessful love affair?"

"Not now, Alastor," Lucifer groaned. "Maybe we can deal with the current problem first?"

"Of course, of course," Alastor nodded, returning to the task at hand. "But don't think I'll forget about this."

Emily quickly handed him the first aid kit. "Here's everything I found."

Alastor nodded and began laying out the instruments. "Anthony, the vodka," he commanded.

Anthony passed the bottle. "Need to drink for courage?"

"No, fool, for disinfection," Vaggie cut in.

Alastor poured vodka over the wound. Lucifer winced but didn't make a sound.

He took the tweezers and carefully inserted them into the wound. "Oh, Jesus," Lucifer cried out, gripping the blanket until the fabric crackled.

"Lucifer, you're confusing me with someone else. Emily, shine a light for me," he requested.

Emily directed her phone's light on the wound, trying not to look at the blood. "God, this looks terrible," she muttered.

Alastor slowly advanced the tweezers deeper, carefully parting the damaged tissues. Lucifer tensed, his muscles hardening under his skin.

"Wow, fuck, this hurts. Vaggie, is your offer to shoot me still valid?" he groaned.

"You know, Lucifer," Alastor began casually, as if they were having a casual conversation, "when I imagined poking around inside you, this wasn't quite what I had in mind."

Anthony snorted with laughter, while Vaggie shot Alastor a murderous look.

"Hang in there, boss," Vaggie encouraged him, holding his shoulders firmly. "You don't want to ruin Alastor's work with your movements, do you?"

"Oh, I'm sure our dear Lucifer can lie still," said Alastor. "After all, he's used to being in control, isn't he?"

"Almost... almost..." Alastor muttered. Suddenly, there was a quiet metallic sound. "Aha!" he exclaimed, extracting the bullet. "Here it is!"

"Vaggie, gauze," Alastor commanded. Vaggie quickly handed him the sterile cloth, and he pressed it to the wound, stopping the bleeding.

"Now for the fun part," said Alastor, taking a needle with surgical thread. "Lucifer, you don't mind a small scar, do you?"

"Just sew it up, Alastor, before I sew your mouth shut with that needle," Lucifer groaned.

Alastor began stitching the wound, making small, neat stitches. He worked quickly and confidently, occasionally pausing to dab away the blood that emerged.

Finally, Alastor tied the last knot. "There we go! Good as new!" he announced, leaning back. "Well, almost new. With a stylish addition."

Lucifer carefully sat up, touching his bandaged shoulder. "Thank you, Alastor. Although I'm not sure what's worse - the bullet or your sense of humor."

Alastor smiled even wider. "Oh, undoubtedly my sense of humor. It's much sharper than any bullet! And, unlike the bullet, it'll stay with you for a long time."

"Wonderful," Lucifer replied dryly. "Something tells me this wound will be the least of my problems."

The whole team breathed a sigh of relief, glad that the worst was over. At least their boss was alive and safe.

"Now you need to rest," said Alastor, packing the instruments back into the first aid kit. "No, no, I'll go home," Lucifer tried to get up, but a terrible pain shot through him. "Alright, but I assure you, you'll pass out before you make it 10 meters, so calm your pride and go to sleep." Lucifer hesitated for a few more minutes, but realizing he had no other choice, he lay down in bed. Meanwhile, Alastor saw his uninvited guests out.

"Um, thank you, Alastor, you really saved him," It was clear how difficult it was for Vaggie to say words of gratitude, but she was genuinely grateful to Alastor, although she still had great doubts about him.

"Hey, creepy smile, his shoulder's injured, so no funny business," Anthony winked, getting into the car. After saying goodbye to the agents, Alastor went back into the house and headed to the kitchen. He poured himself a glass of water and went upstairs to his room. There was blood everywhere on the floor; if the cops were to visit him now, he would undoubtedly be leaving this house in handcuffs. Lucifer was sleeping peacefully on the edge of the bed, occasionally twitching from the pain in his shoulder. Alastor crawled under the blanket, picking up the book he had been trying to finish. When he could no longer keep his eyes open, he put the book back in its place, turning off the light. As he fell asleep, he realized the absurdity of the situation: a serial killer sleeping in the same bed with an injured top FBI agent, who would have thought.

***

Alastor always woke up early. Through his sleep, he felt something move next to him, pressing closer. Opening his eyes, he saw Lucifer's blonde head resting on his shoulder. Lucifer's breathing was steady and calm, but he occasionally winced in pain in his sleep.

Alastor froze, not knowing how to react. On one hand, the detective's closeness evoked an unusual feeling in him. Suddenly, Lucifer quietly moaned in his sleep and shifted slightly, ending up even closer to him. Lucifer's uninjured hand lay between them, almost touching Alastor's chest. Alastor's heart began to beat faster. He carefully tried to move away, but he was already lying on the edge of the bed with nowhere to escape. Finally, Alastor decided he had to act. He slowly and carefully got up, trying not to wake the agent.

Quietly, like a shadow, Alastor slipped out of bed. He looked once more at the sleeping Lucifer, who now lay in the spot where Alastor had just been. The agent's face was peaceful, almost vulnerable in sleep; he looked like a true angel with his innocent face, pale skin, and gentle sky-blue eyes.

Alastor shook his head, chasing away incomprehensible thoughts. He silently left the room and went down to the kitchen. There, he began to prepare coffee, trying to focus on his usual morning routine and not think about the agent peacefully sleeping upstairs. Sitting in the kitchen and sipping coffee, he took his phone and quickly dialed a number.

"Husk, hello, tell everyone I won't be in the office today, I've had some unforeseen problems," Alastor said, glancing at the stairs.

"Understood, boss, and what's this problem's name?" Despite obeying Alastor, Husk was quite perceptive, and Alastor truly respected him. "Ah, it doesn't matter," Alastor rolled his eyes.

"Sir, I understand, but she'll be displeased that you've postponed the meeting again. What should I tell her?" Husk said nervously. "I understand, tell her the meeting will take place in a week at her office." Alastor never regretted his decisions, but this decision was a mistake, and he regretted making it more than anything.

***

Lucifer's heavy eyelids slowly lifted. He blinked several times, turning onto his back and trying to understand where he was. The room was shrouded in semi-darkness, with only dim sunlight breaking through the curtains.

"What time is it?" he mumbled, trying to turn his head towards the nightstand. A sharp pain shot through his shoulder, and he groaned, remembering the events of the previous night.

The clock showed it was already four in the afternoon. Lucifer stared at the numbers in surprise. Had he really slept the whole day?

Slowly, overcoming pain throughout his body, he sat up in bed. His head was spinning, and his mouth was dry. He looked around, remembering that this was Alastor's room. Lucifer ran his hand over his face, trying to collect his thoughts. He felt disoriented and weak. He tried to stand, but his legs buckled, and he sank heavily back onto the bed. "Damn it," Lucifer whispered, but he didn't feel fear; instead, he was filled with a strange feeling of... trust? Something else he couldn't or didn't want to define.

Gathering all his strength, he tried to stand again. This time he managed to stay on his feet, though swaying. Slowly, holding onto the wall, Lucifer headed for the door. He needed to find Alastor, thank him and... and what? He didn't know.

Opening the door, he heard quiet sounds from downstairs. His heart beat faster. Lucifer took a deep breath, trying to calm himself before going down to meet the person who evoked such conflicting feelings in him.

Lucifer slowly descended the stairs, gritting his teeth against the pain. He held onto the wall but tried to walk independently, despite the weakness in his legs. When he reached the last step, he saw Alastor standing in the hallway with a book in his hands.

"Oh, look who's awake," Alastor said, looking up from the book.

Lucifer straightened up, trying to look confident.

"Yes, and I'm not going to lie in bed all day," he replied with a challenge in his voice.

He took a step forward, letting go of the wall. Suddenly the room spun before his eyes, and he staggered. Alastor instantly dropped the book and rushed forward, barely managing to catch Lucifer.

"Are you out of your mind?" Alastor said sharply, holding Lucifer by the waist. "You can barely stand!"

Lucifer tried to push Alastor's hands away but couldn't.

"I'm fine," he hissed through his teeth. "Just... a little dizzy."

Alastor rolled his eyes.

"You're a stubborn mule, you know that?" he said. "You need rest and food, not heroics."

Lucifer looked up and met Alastor's gaze. Fire burned in his eyes.

"I'm not going to be helpless," he said firmly. "I'm an FBI agent, and I can take care of myself."

Alastor sighed.

"Nobody's saying you're helpless," he replied. "But you're injured and you need help. It's not weakness, Lucifer."

Lucifer fell silent for a moment, considering Alastor's words. Then he reluctantly nodded.

"Alright," he said. "Maybe I do need a little help. But only to get to the kitchen."

Alastor smiled. "That's progress," he said. "Come on, I'll help you get there. Then you'll eat, and I'll redress the wound."

Lucifer nodded, allowing Alastor to support him, but still trying to walk as independently as possible.

"After this, I'm going back to work," he said firmly. "I still have things to do." Alastor just shook his head but didn't argue. They slowly made their way to the kitchen, Lucifer gritting his teeth against the pain but refusing to show weakness.

"Smells good, what is it?" Lucifer sat at the table, watching Alastor bustle around the kitchen. He turned to Lucifer with a slight smile on his face. "It's jambalaya," he replied, stirring something in a large pot. "An old family recipe."

"You can cook? I'm surprised," Lucifer raised his eyebrows in astonishment. Alastor laughed, "What surprises you? Thought I only lived on coffee?" Lucifer rolled his eyes, but the corners of his lips turned up slightly, "Well, that version seemed more plausible to me than you with an apron in the kitchen."

Lucifer took a fork and tasted the dish. His eyes widened in surprise. "This is... actually delicious," he admitted reluctantly.

"No need to be so surprised," Alastor smiled. "There's a lot I can do that you don't even suspect." They ate in silence for a few minutes until Lucifer broke the quiet.

"Listen, Alastor..." he began, looking a bit awkward. "I wanted to thank you. For all this. For the help, for not leaving me there... And I'm sorry for suspecting you before. I was wrong."

Alastor put down his fork and looked at Lucifer attentively. "No need to thank me, it's normal to help a colleague. As for the suspicions... You were just doing your job. I understand."

Lucifer nodded, still looking a bit uncomfortable. "Still, I'm grateful. And... I'm sorry I was so prejudiced against you."

Alastor smiled softly. "We all make mistakes, Lucifer. The important thing is to be able to acknowledge and correct them. Now eat before it gets cold. We still need to take care of your wound."

They continued eating, but the atmosphere at the table became noticeably lighter. They exchanged brief remarks from time to time, gradually getting used to the new dynamics of their relationship.

After dinner, Alastor helped Lucifer get to the living room. He carefully helped him sit on the couch and brought the first aid kit.

"Try not to move," Alastor said, carefully removing the old bandage. Lucifer flinched slightly as the last part of the bandage came off the wound.

Alastor examined the injury closely. "It looks better than I expected. Almost no inflammation.

He took tweezers and carefully removed a few small pieces of fabric that had stuck to the wound. Lucifer gritted his teeth but didn't make a sound. Lucifer watched Alastor, noting the concentration on his face. The tension between them was almost palpable.

"All done," Alastor carefully tied the bandage, observing Lucifer's wince. "But... you owe me something." Alastor moved closer to Lucifer's face, peering into the blue eyes filled with confusion. "What, what do you want?" Lucifer said, looking at Alastor. "I... want to know who left such a scar on you?" Alastor poked his finger right into Lucifer's chest. "Ah, that... family business," Alastor looked quizzically at Lucifer sitting opposite him. "Ah, a father's gift that will stay with me forever."

"You know, that doesn't explain much. Let's add some details," Alastor sat down, folding his arms across his chest.

"I don't want to recall my past persona, but I'll say that I just didn't want to be like my dad and went my own way, which infuriated him. Maybe someday I'll tell you this story," Lucifer just smiled slightly, looking from under his brows.

"I'm so sorry," Alastor said, turning Lucifer's gaze back to him. "Oh, my dear, tears don't suit you at all." Alastor took Lucifer's cheeks in his palms, wiping away the tears.

"I need to call Vaggie," Lucifer said, taking the phone in his hands. Short dial tones followed.

"Boss, hello, how are you?" Vaggie picked up the phone very quickly and nervously chattered. "I'm fine, Alastor took care of my shoulder, so everything's good now."

"Umm Vaggie, what's up with Vox and our case?" Alastor rolled his eyes at this; will he ever stop thinking about work?

"You, you scoundrel, it's a pity I'm not near you now, I would strangle you," Vaggie shouted into the receiver, which Alastor heard and smiled. "As for work, Vox is awaiting trial, Sera gave us a bonus and gave you a week off, she said the killer hasn't shown up for two weeks, so a week off won't hurt you after all this, and she wished you a speedy recovery, and she wants to meet you tomorrow."

"But...."

"No buts, boss... you have a hole in your shoulder, we'll meet in a week at the office, if it makes you feel better, Anthony, Emily, and I are not on vacation, so we continue to work on the case, and also, Charlie is inviting you to a party to celebrate the opening of a new hotel, the invitation will come later." She hung up.

"She's restless," Lucifer smiled, throwing a smile at Alastor. "So, I need to go home, I've taken up too much of your time."

Alastor gently but firmly put his hand on Lucifer's shoulder. "No, you're not going anywhere today. You need rest. Tomorrow morning I'll drive you to the office myself, okay?"

They slowly went up the stairs to Alastor's bedroom. Lucifer sat on the bed, and Alastor settled beside him. Within a few minutes, Lucifer, tired from the day's events and the effects of the medication, fell asleep, his head dropping onto Alastor's lap. Alastor gently ran his hand through Lucifer's golden hair, watching him sleep peacefully. Suddenly his phone vibrated. It was a message from Husk:

"Boss, she's furious about the postponed meeting. But she says she's willing to wait if you agree to one proposal."

Alastor frowned, looking at the message. He knew that "proposals" from her were never simple or safe. But now he had no choice.

He quietly sighed, trying not to wake Lucifer, and began typing a response. "Tell her I agree."

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Lucifer slowly awoke, gradually opening his eyes. The first thing he noticed was the warm and firm pressure around his waist. He blinked, trying to orient himself in the dim morning light seeping through the curtains. Alastor's arm was draped over Lucifer's waist, pressing him close. Lucifer's breath caught as he realized the closeness of their position. He felt Alastor's steady breathing against his neck, sending shivers down his spine.

Despite the comfort of the moment, Lucifer winced slightly as a dull pain shot through his injured shoulder. The pain was a sharp reminder of recent events, but it seemed lighter than before.

Behind him, Alastor stirred. Lucifer felt the arm around his waist tense slightly as Alastor woke up. There was a moment of silence as Lucifer knew Alastor was becoming aware of their position and that Lucifer was awake.

Neither of them moved for several heartbeats, the air thick with unspoken tension. Finally, the silence was broken by Alastor's voice, rough from sleep.

"Good morning, Detective Morningstar," he said quietly, his breath warm against Lucifer's ear. "How are you feeling?" Lucifer swallowed hard before answering. "Better," he said in a slightly hoarse voice. "The pain isn't as bad."

Alastor grunted in acknowledgment but made no move to pull away. Lucifer's heart raced, torn between the desire to maintain this unexpected closeness and the urge to retreat to safer, more familiar ground.

A few more minutes passed in tense silence. Lucifer could feel Alastor's heartbeat against his back, steady and strong. He took a deep breath, gathering his courage. "Alastor," Lucifer said softly, "Can I... can I do something?" He felt Alastor shift slightly behind him. "What exactly?" he asked, a note of interest in his tone.

Instead of answering, Lucifer slowly turned in Alastor's arms until they were face to face. Their eyes met, and Lucifer saw a mixture of surprise and something deeper, stronger in Alastor's brown eyes.

Not allowing himself to think, Lucifer leaned forward and gently pressed his lips to Alastor's. The kiss was soft, uncertain, more of a question than a demand. For a moment, Alastor was silent, and Lucifer feared he had completely misunderstood the situation. Then Alastor responded with a quiet sound that could have been a sigh or a moan. His hand rose to Lucifer's face as he deepened the kiss, erasing any doubts about his feelings.

The kiss was gentle at first, exploratory. Alastor's lips were surprisingly soft against his own. Lucifer moved slowly, carefully maneuvering until he was straddling Alastor's lap, mindful of his injured shoulder. Alastor's hands found their way to Lucifer's waist, supporting him. In turn, Lucifer's uninjured arm wrapped around Alastor's neck, fingers tangling in his hair. The kiss deepened, becoming more passionate but still tender.

Suddenly, a piercing ring cut through the air. Lucifer's phone was insistently vibrating on the nightstand. Without breaking the kiss, Lucifer blindly reached out, feeling for the device. He managed to silence it, then tossed it aside.

"Shouldn't you answer that?" Alastor mumbled against his lips.

Lucifer pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting Alastor's. "They can wait," he said, a light smile playing on his lips. "I'll call back later."

As he leaned in to continue the kiss, the phone rang again. Lucifer groaned in frustration, resting his forehead against Alastor's.

"Persistent, aren't they?" Alastor chuckled; his breath warm on Lucifer's cheek.

Lucifer sighed, reaching for the phone again. "It's probably Sera. Give me a second."

He answered the call, still sitting on Alastor's lap. "Lucifer speaking," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. As he listened to the caller, his expression changed from annoyance to concern.

"I understand. Yes, I'll be there as soon as I can," he finally said, ending the call.

Lucifer looked apologetically at Alastor. "I'm sorry, but Sera wants to talk to me, and her plane leaves in five hours, so she wants me to come urgently," Lucifer began to explain.

Alastor took Lucifer's face in both hands and nodded with understanding in his eyes. "Luci, you don't need to explain right now. I'll drive you; your shoulder isn't ready for driving yet."

"Luci? Ha, so we've moved on to nicknames?" he laughed.

Alastor pressed his lips to Lucifer's neck, burying his fingers in the golden tousled hair. "I can keep calling you Agent Morningstar. Detective? Boss? If you want," he whispered, his voice low and playful. "Or perhaps we could go back to 'Your Majesty,'" he pulled back to look into Lucifer's eyes, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

Lucifer laughed, feeling warmth spread through his chest at these words. "I think 'Luci' will do," he said. As Lucifer began to move away from Alastor's lap, Alastor grabbed his hand and squeezed it gently. "We'll continue this conversation later?"

Lucifer smiled, warmth blossoming in his chest. "Definitely," he promised, leaning in for one last quick kiss before reluctantly moving away to get out of bed.

***

"Your work left us without breakfast," Alastor said with a slight disappointment, looking at the road. "I didn't ask you to give me a ride," Lucifer replied, rummaging through his laptop. "I'd like to see how you'd drive with one hand," Alastor smiled, looking at the detective's screen. "Aren't you supposed to be on vacation?" Alastor parked the car near the precinct.

"Technically yes, but I have a theory I want to check," Lucifer said, closing his laptop. "By the way, Vaggie invited all the agents tomorrow to celebrate the opening of her girlfriend's hotel. You're part of the team, so I hope you'll be there," Lucifer said with hope in his eyes.

"Will this party be like the last one?" Alastor smiled, looking at the detective's shoulder. "I promise not to catch any more bullets," Lucifer laughed.

"Alright, I'm off before Sera kills me," He opened the door and ran towards the precinct.

***

"Agent Morningstar, please sit down," Sera said calmly, pointing to the chair in front of her. "How's your shoulder?"

"Sera, I'm really sorry about what happened. We didn't mean to cause so much trouble," Lucifer apologized to Sera, realizing he was in trouble. The woman raised her hand to stop Lucifer.

"Agent, you understand that you conducted a search without permission, involved a civilian, and got injured. It would be appropriate for me to suspend you," Lucifer's eyes widened at this statement; Sera didn't even know about the illegally obtained weapon. "But..."

"I'm not finished," Sera said indignantly. "However, you're lucky that you found evidence proving Vox is a fraud. That saved you from suspension. Good work, detective." Sera folded her hands on the table, resting her chin on them.

"Also, I hope Agent Vaggie told you that you have a week's vacation?" Sera looked sternly at the detective.

"Yes, but I can start working right away. My shoulder is fine," Sera furrowed her brows in a disapproving gesture. "Agent, if I see you in the precinct during the week, I'll remove you from this case."

"But..."

"No buts... I won't consider your achievements and successes. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, I understand," Lucifer sighed and left the office, but no one had forbidden him from working at home or elsewhere.

Before going home, Lucifer decided to visit his team, who should now be actively working on the case. He left Sera's office when he accidentally bumped into Adam, who hit his injured shoulder. Lucifer winced in pain. Adam, realizing what happened, smiled slyly, "Oh, Morningstar, I see you decided to play hero. I hope Alastor rewarded you for it." Lucifer tensed, feeling anger rising inside. "Listen, want some friendly advice?" Adam looked at Lucifer with a surprised expression. "Instead of wondering what's going on in my bed, you should pay attention to Lute."

"What? What do you mean?" Adam took a step closer to Lucifer. "Open your eyes and don't be a fool," Lucifer said, walking towards his office with a smile, leaving Adam confused with his mouth open in the corridor.

"Hello everyone! How are things?" he greeted. Anthony looked up from his laptop, "Boss, are you back in action?"

"I'm so glad you're okay," Emily jumped up and hugged Lucifer. "Whoa, Emily, shoulder, shoulder, shoulder! I'm glad to see you too," Lucifer exclaimed. "Sorry, sir," Emily smiled apologetically. Vaggie gave Lucifer only a smile, but that was enough.

"Sera forbade me from working in the office, but it's lunchtime now. Would you like to go for a walk?" Lucifer smiled mischievously.

"Ha, that's our boss. Let's go," Vaggie exclaimed happily. They gathered their things and left the precinct. It was very hot outside, so they went to a cafe near the precinct. While his colleagues were ordering food, he opened his laptop to show what he had found. "Lucifer, do you want anything?" Vaggie asked when the waiter approached. "Yes, I'll have pancakes and apple juice," Lucifer said, not taking his eyes off the screen.

"What did you want to show us?" The three agents also peered at the screen when the waiter left. "I became curious about the marks on the victims' necks. I called Michael, and he said the killer likely tore off something like a pendant or chain from the victims. Then I remembered that the victim who didn't have a criminal case opened didn't have such a mark. I went through the case archives and found an interesting detail: three victims had the same tattoo in the shape of a snake coiling around a sword."

"That's the sign of a mafia group," Anthony realized.

"Exactly, and this group wears chains in the shape of a snake with a sword," Lucifer explained.

"So our killer was only targeting this mafia gang?" Lucifer just nodded. "If my theory is correct, we have a chance to catch him. I need you to check this theory." The team just nodded, when suddenly a notification appeared on the laptop's desktop:

Do you mind if I come over tonight?

"Wait, is this message from Alastor? Wow, boss, you move fast," Lucifer quickly closed the message, blushing. "No, I just... I just... yeah, not about me, let's eat," Lucifer said quickly, watching his team exchange smiles with each other.

They ate deliciously, joking and not mentioning work. They discussed tomorrow's party that Charlie is hosting, not noticing how quickly lunchtime flew by and Lucifer's team had to return to work. "Boss, we'll keep you informed about the case. For now, rest," Anthony winked, leaving the cafe followed by Emily, who couldn't contain her smile.

"And don't be late tomorrow," Vaggie said to Lucifer as she said goodbye. "Of course, Vaggie, you'd twist my head off if I'm late," they both burst out laughing. Lucifer caught a taxi and went home.

The man sitting next to the agents took out his phone, dialing a number: "Miss, Detective Morningstar is getting even closer. We're just waiting for your signal," he said, stirring his tea. "No, don't touch him. Tell Alastor's minion to come see me the day after tomorrow. I don't want to wait a week..." a woman's voice was heard on the other end of the line. "Understood, madam."

***

Alastor was driving in his car when Husk called him. "Boss, she refuses to wait, wants to see you the day after tomorrow, said it's urgent," there were nervous notes in Husk's voice. "What does she want?"

"I don't know, boss," Husk said. "Alright, tell her I'll drop by around six in the evening the day after tomorrow."

"Yes, boss," Husk said obediently, hanging up.

What does she want from him? He obeys her every order like a pet, how tired he is of it. If it weren't for that mistake, he would be living a peaceful life. Alastor hesitantly stops in front of Lucifer's house. He takes a deep breath, trying to collect his thoughts after the worrying call from Husk. Finally, he raises his hand and knocks. A moment later, Lucifer opens the door and looks at Alastor with a slightly irritated yet simultaneously happy expression. "Thought you weren't coming," there's a slight reproach in his voice.

"Sorry, got held up at work, nobody gave me a vacation," Alastor reproached him, to which Lucifer rolled his eyes. "You're pushing it now; you'll end up watching me work all night." Lucifer grabs Alastor's hand and pulls him inside, closing the door. "Sounds tempting."

"Ah..." As soon as the door closes, he pulls Alastor close and kisses him, gently but insistently. Alastor tenses at first, still thinking about the problems awaiting him. But gradually he relaxes, giving in to the kiss and for a moment forgetting about everything else.

Breaking away from the kiss, Lucifer led Alastor to the kitchen and leaned against the kitchen counter. "Are you hungry?"

"I will not give up dessert" replied Alastor with a cunning...

Lucifer raises an eyebrow, apparently realizing the hint. "Oh, really? And what dessert do you want? I'm pretty skillful in the kitchen "Alastor slowly approaches Lucifer, his eyes glistening with desire. He carefully puts his hands on Lucifer's waist and pulls him closer. "Let me show you," Alastor whispers, leaning against Lucifer's neck. He gently kisses the skin, gradually rising up. Lucifer involuntarily closes his eyes, enjoying the sensations.

"Al... mh... stor," Lucifer exhales, running his fingers through Alastor's hair. "If you're having trouble pronouncing my full name, you can use the short version."

Alastor continues his sweet assault, alternating gentle kisses with tender bites. His hands slowly slide down Lucifer's back. "You taste so good," Alastor murmurs between kisses. "Much better than any dessert."

Lucifer quietly moans and pulls Alastor even closer. "If you keep this up, we won't make it to the bedroom," he warns in a husky voice.

Alastor pulls away from Lucifer's neck and looks into his eyes. "Who said we need a bedroom?" he asks with a playful smile.

Lucifer pauses for a moment, looking at Alastor with a mix of desire and hesitation. "Oh, Al... Maybe we should move to a more... suitable place?"

Alastor giggles, not letting go of Lucifer from his embrace. "I beg you, just not your office."

"Ha, no, there are cameras there," Lucifer replies with a sly smile. He takes Alastor by the hand and leads him out of the kitchen.

They go up to the second floor, and Lucifer stops by the large bed in his room. "How about this? Comfortable enough and... spacious."

Alastor examines the bed, then turns back to Lucifer. "Perfect," he whispers, pulling Lucifer in for another passionate kiss.

"Are you sure you don't want to have dinner first?" Lucifer asks, breaking away from Alastor's lips.

"The only thing I want right now is you," Alastor replies, pulling Lucifer closer.

Alastor and Lucifer fall onto the bed, not breaking their kiss. Their hands roam over each other's bodies, hastily removing clothes. Lucifer pulls away from Alastor's lips and begins kissing his neck, gradually moving lower. Alastor sighs softly with pleasure, his fingers tangling in Lucifer's golden hair.

Lucifer continues to move lower, leaving a trail of kisses on Alastor's chest and stomach. When he reaches the waistband of Alastor's pants, Alastor tenses slightly and asks with a note of surprise in his voice, "Lucі, what are you...?" Lucifer looks up, a sly smile playing on his lips, his blue angelic eyes sparkling. "What does it look like?" he replies, slowly unbuckling Alastor's belt. Alastor holds his breath, his eyes widening with anticipation. "Look like you're about to ask for forgiveness."

"You really know how to ruin the moment. Now shut up and enjoy," Lucifer interrupts, his voice low and seductive.

"Alright, let's see what you can do, agent," the blonde blushed as Alastor removed his hands from his hair and folded them in anticipation. "Oh, you have no idea," Lucifer said before opening his mouth and licking from the base to the tip, his tongue swirling around the head for a moment before he closed his eyes and began to bob his head slowly. A prolonged moan escaped Alastor's throat, which fully satisfied Lucifer, so he continued, making Alastor bite his lower lip. He grabbed the back of his neck and pushed further, feeling him choke for a second before relaxing, continuing to move his head. He took in every inch Alastor could offer, playing with his tongue.

Finally, Alastor looked down, watching Lucifer's face. "Damn... you really have good skills..." he purred. "I see you can use your tongue for more than just constant chatter," Alastor said with a wide grin, earning a fierce look from Lucifer. In response, Lucifer ran his teeth along the entire length, causing Alastor to grip the light golden hair more roughly. "Do that again, and I'll make you regret it." The blonde glared at him while his entire length was deep in his throat. "Seems like we're going to have a lot of fun."

Suddenly, he was lifted, and Lucifer gasped for air as he coughed slightly, pleased with his work. Alastor helped Lucifer to his feet and pulled him close as their lips met again, helping him out of his pants. Lucifer felt his torso heat up with desire, clinging to Alastor as the man pressed him to the bed, flipping him onto his back and ending up on top. "So, is it my turn now?"

"Seriously? I thought I'd worn you out for a while," he teased, and Alastor rolled his eyes. Alastor leaned in and licked Lucifer's neck, hearing a light moan from him, and bit into the pale skin. Lucifer's hand instinctively reached up to grab the chestnut hair, blushing. "Ah, fuck..." he gasped as Alastor continued his actions. He reached down, holding Lucifer's cock in his hand, slowly stroking it, eliciting several delicious moans. The detective's head fell back onto the mattress, and he tilted his head to the side, exposing his neck even more.

Alastor slowly ran his hand down the blonde's thigh, positioning himself between his legs and began to tease him with his fingers, causing Lucifer to whimper needily. "Mmm, what a lovely sound. Let's see what else you can do, agent," Alastor said, inserting a finger inside. He worked on him slowly, carefully not to hurt him, adding another finger as he listened to the whimpers falling from the detective's lips.

"Looks like Mr. Sharp Tongue is at a loss for words?" he said as Lucifer looked at him, clutching his shoulder. "D-Didn't think you'd be so goo-agghh-od at this," he murmured, burying his face in Alastor's neck, unwilling to show his flushed face.

Lucifer felt Alastor's fingers slip out, grabbing his waist, and he blushed deeply, feeling Alastor move away, positioning himself between his legs. "Now, let's see if you can reach the pearly gates," Alastor smiled, looking at him, his grin growing wider. He ran his hands over Lucifer's thighs and slowly sank his cock into him, watching as the detective's mouth opened and his head fell back. Lucifer gripped the blanket tightly with his hand, nearly tearing it. Suddenly, a terrible pain shot through his shoulder as he grabbed Alastor's shoulder with his injured hand, squeezing. However, this sensation helped distract him as Alastor pushed in fully, reaching the bottom inside.

Alastor smiled before he began to move inside Lucifer, listening to the breathless moans escaping the detective. Lucifer tried to hold them back, but it was futile. Alastor's thrusts picked up speed, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the bedroom, soft wet sounds from behind as he thrust, and loud, obscene moans from the detective, who was breathing heavily.

Suddenly, Lucifer's phone rang, right on time, again...

"Mmm, let's see. Anthony, ha, probably work-related. Don’t you want to answer?" Alastor smiled, not stopping his thrusts inside. "Ah... no... they... mmgh can wait," Lucifer's moans were so sweet, but Alastor wanted to have some fun. "I think it might be important," Alastor said, picking up the phone and putting it on speaker. Anthony's voice came through. "Hello, boss, we found something on that mafia group," Anthony said.

"Anthony, glad to hear you, I'm afraid the detective is a bit occupied," Alastor looked at Lucifer, who was desperately trying to hold back, biting his lower lip. "Alastor...?"

"Oh no, I think Agent Morningstar wants to tell you something," Alastor smiled, waiting for the detective to speak. As soon as he opened his mouth, Alastor thrust in fully with all his might. "Aagghh... Anthony, I'll c-call you back mmgh later," Lucifer managed, before Alastor hung up the phone.

"Anthony, what's up?" Vaggie looked at Anthony, who stood there with a shocked expression. "Boss is a bit busy."

"Agh... You... you're just an asshole," the blonde groaned, and Alastor smiled, kissing his neck.

"A-Alastor!" he cried out, arching his back and tilting his head to the side as Alastor thrust into him intensely. "I-I'm gonna... mmgh." He felt his whole body burning, his legs trembling with pleasure. The tension between them reached its peak. Alastor and Lucifer moved in perfect unison, their bodies merging into one. The room filled with their muffled moans and heavy breathing. Tears ran down the detective's cheeks.

"Al... I..." - Lucifer couldn't finish the sentence, overcome by a wave of pleasure.

They climaxed almost simultaneously, their bodies tensing and then relaxing. Alastor surprised him with a deep kiss, Lucifer's eyes widened for a moment before they closed, his hands sliding up Alastor's chest to rest on his shoulders. Breaking the kiss, Lucifer looked into Alastor's eyes and said, "Ready to admit that wasn't bad?"

"Not bad? Your screams said otherwise," Alastor smiled in Lucifer's face.

Lucifer blushed, which completely satisfied Alastor. "I wasn't screaming."

"Mmm, my dear, I must admit, you hit high notes well not only when playing the violin," Alastor said, kissing Lucifer on the collarbone.

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Alastor stretched, turning onto his back, and opening his eyes. He turned his head to where Lucifer's head should have been lying, but the detective was sitting up in bed with a focused expression, intently looking at his work laptop screen.

"Ah, do you ever forget about work?" Alastor mumbled, propping himself up on his elbows.

"Anthony sent me something interesting, so I'm reading it now. By the way, don't you need to go to the office?" Lucifer said, turning his head towards Alastor.

"Detective, it's a day off today. By the way, you didn't forget about Vaggie's invitation, did you?" Alastor said with a smile, placing his hand on Lucifer's knee.

"Of course not, I'm just getting myself ready to crawl out of bed."

"Are you having problems, detective?" Alastor asked, getting out of bed, and smiling mischievously. Lucifer rewarded him with an angry look.

"It's easy for you to say, you bastard. It's not your back that's hurting right now." Alastor didn't reply, he just kept looking at Lucifer. "Hey, why are you staring at me like that?" Lucifer tilted his head to the side, puzzled.

"I'm just admiring my handiwork." Alastor's gaze caught on Lucifer's completely white neck, which was covered with dark purple marks.

"You what..." the detective was surprised, but then it dawned on him. "No, no no no, how am I going to that meeting today? God, I'm going to strangle you with my bare hands right now."

"Then there'll be no one to make breakfast, detective," Alastor shrugged. "Ahh, get out of my sight!" Alastor just smiled, disappearing behind the door.

Lucifer smiled tenderly, immersing himself in his thoughts. Could this be his chance? But it's impossible, there's no room for relationships in his life, with his job, he can't risk another person's life. But... maybe it's worth trusting, at least once in life. He was pulled from these thoughts by the sound of an incoming notification. It was Alastor's phone. Instinctively, he reached for the phone to check the notification, but halfway there he pulled his hand back. No... Lucifer, you need to learn to trust people and sometimes turn off the detective. He sighed when Alastor called him.

"So, are you coming? We shouldn't be late for the hotel opening," Alastor's voice came from the kitchen. Lucifer smiled and closed the laptop, getting out of bed.

***

In the grand ballroom of Charlie's hotel, she was bustling about, checking every detail. Her bright blonde hair was styled in an elegant updo, and her red dress perfectly accentuated her figure. She moved from table to table, adjusting flowers in vases and rearranging glasses.

"Vaggie, are you sure we haven't forgotten anything?" Charlie asked, turning to her girlfriend. "Guests will arrive in an hour, everything must be perfect!"

Vaggie, who was sitting on the edge of the stage watching Charlie, smiled softly. Her hair fell on her shoulders, contrasting with her black dress.

"Honey, everything looks beautiful," she replied, standing up and approaching Charlie. "You've checked everything five times already. Trust me, the guests will be impressed."

Charlie stopped, taking a deep breath. Her eyes, full of anxiety, met Vaggie's calm gaze. "Do you really think so? I just... I've been waiting for this for so long. What if something goes wrong?"

Vaggie gently took Charlie's hands in hers. "Listen to me," she said firmly but with love. "You're incredible. You've done the impossible - turned an old, abandoned building into a beautiful hotel. Trust me, everything will be wonderful."

Charlie looked at their intertwined hands, then back at Vaggie. Tears appeared in her eyes, but this time - of gratitude. "What would I do without you, Vaggie?"

"Fortunately, you won't have to find out," Vaggie smiled, pulling Charlie closer. "I'll always be by your side, supporting you and your crazy ideas."

The next hour flew by in a flash. Charlie and Vaggie, along with the hotel staff, were putting the final additions. The hall looked stunning - soft lighting created a cozy atmosphere, tables were decorated with exquisite flower arrangements, and a grand piano stood on the stage, ready to provide live music for the guests.

At exactly four in the evening, the first guests began to arrive. Charlie and Vaggie stood at the entrance, greeting everyone. Among the invitees were both high-ranking city officials and potential hotel residents. Guests continued to arrive, and the hall gradually filled with the hum of conversations and laughter. The bartender skillfully mixed cocktails at the bar, entertaining visitors with his jokes.

"Charlie, let me introduce you - this is Anthony and Emily - famous FBI agents and my friends," Vaggie smiled.

"Oh, it's very nice to meet you! Vaggie has told me so much about you, you're really dear to her, I hope you'll like it here."

"Oh, I already like it," Anthony winked, looking around the hall. "You've done a great job with this place. Who would have thought an old dive could be transformed like this?"

Emily nodded enthusiastically. "Absolutely agree. It's so cozy and elegant at the same time. You have quite a taste, Charlie."

Charlie blushed at the compliments. "Thank you! It was a real team effort. Without Vaggie and others, I would never have managed."

"Don't downplay your merits, dear," Vaggie gently remarked. "It was still your idea and your vision."

"By the way, where's your boss? You said he would be here too." Vaggie tensed a bit. "You mean Lucifer? He promised to come. Probably can't part with his laptop."

Anthony, who was standing nearby, couldn't resist a joke: "Oh, I'm sure our dear detective is busy with something more... pleasant than work." Vaggie shot him an angry look and punched him in the shoulder, to which he yelped.

Charlie looked from one to the other in confusion. "What are you talking about?" But before anyone could answer, the doors opened, and Lucifer and Alastor entered the hall.

"Oh, here they are!" Vaggie exclaimed with obvious relief. She raised her hand so they would notice them. Lucifer and Alastor's gaze immediately stopped on the group of people where Vaggie was standing, waving at them.

"Looks like we've been spotted," Alastor whispered, leaning towards Lucifer. Lucifer nodded, trying to hide slight nervousness. "Yes, let's go. And please, try not to... complicate the situation." Alastor just smiled predatorily in response, which made Lucifer sigh. Lucifer and Alastor approached the group, greeting everyone.

"Charlie, let me introduce you," Vaggie began. "This is Lucifer - my boss and a brilliant FBI agent I work with. And this is Alastor - owner of a radio company and... well, let's say, our temporary colleague."

Charlie smiled happily, extending her hand in greeting. "It's very nice to meet you!" Lucifer gallantly shook Charlie's hand. "Glad to finally meet you in person, Miss Charlie. Vaggie has told a lot about you."

Alastor, in turn, bowed slightly, taking Charlie's hand. "Miss Charlie, this hotel is just as wonderful as your couple, you look great." Charlie blushed at the compliments. "Oh, thank you!"

Looking at both men, Charlie suddenly exclaimed: "Wow, you two look so great together too!" Anthony suddenly laughed, while Lucifer and Alastor simultaneously waved their hands. "No-no-no, we're not a couple!" Lucifer quickly denied, blushing slightly.

"Absolutely not," Alastor confirmed, although his smile became a bit tense. "We're... temporary colleagues."

Charlie looked at them in surprise. "Oh, sorry! I just thought..." she began when Alastor interrupted her. "We're working on solving one terrible crime, I'm a consultant."

Anthony was still smiling, his gaze stopped on Lucifer's neck. "Well-well, guys. We believe you. Although, Lucifer, that 'joint crime-solving' seems to have left quite... expressive marks on you." Lucifer instinctively reached for his neck, where quite noticeable marks were visible, and shot an irritated look at Alastor. Alastor just smiled innocently, as if it had nothing to do with him.

The evening was gaining momentum. Guests were socializing, enjoying drinks and light snacks. Charlie moved from group to group, talking about her project and plans for the future. Vaggie was always nearby, supporting her and complementing the story when necessary.

Suddenly music started playing - soft jazz sounds filled the hall. Several couples took to the dance floor.

"Charlie," Vaggie whispered, "shall we dance?" Charlie smiled, her eyes shining. "With pleasure."

They went to the dance floor, and Vaggie gently embraced Charlie's waist. They began to move to the rhythm of the music.

Lucifer was standing talking to guests. "Boss, would you like to join me at the bar?" Anthony asked, nudging Lucifer in the side. But before Lucifer could answer, Alastor appeared next to them. "I'm afraid he's busy," he said with his characteristic smile. Lucifer raised an eyebrow in surprise. "And what am I busy with, may I ask?"

Alastor turned to him, his eyes flashing. "With me, of course," he replied, extending his hand. "Shall we dance?"

"Ah, looks like I'll have to drink alone, although..." Anthony said, noticing the next victim of his flirting. So Anthony quickly left these two idiots and headed towards the bar.

Lucifer hesitated for a second, but then smiled and took Alastor's hand. "Just don't step on all my toes."

They went to the dance floor, and the music changed to a more dynamic one. Alastor confidently placed his hand on Lucifer's waist, holding his hand with the other. They began to move to the rhythm of the music, their steps perfectly synchronized.

"I didn't know you could dance like this," Lucifer whispered as Alastor led him through a complex turn.

"Oh, I'm still hiding a lot of interesting things," Alastor replied with a sly smile.

"And you're playing with fire," the other replied with a cunning smile. "Don't forget, we're in public."

"So what?" the first purred, his eyes flashing with challenge.

As the music began to fade, Alastor made an unexpected move, tilting Lucifer back in a deep dip. Their faces were a few centimeters apart, their breaths mingling, but suddenly his eyes widened as if he remembered something.

"I have to go," he said suddenly, his voice sounding tense.

"What? Right now?" Lucifer was surprised.

"Yes, it's... urgent, sorry, dear, work," Alastor was already moving towards the exit. 

And before anyone could say anything, he had disappeared behind the door, leaving everyone in complete surprise.

Lucifer stood looking at the door through which Alastor had just left. "What kind of work can there be on a day off, and so late at that," he said, turning to the agents.

Vaggie approached him. "Everything okay, Boss?"

Lucifer nodded. "Oh yes, more than okay. Sorry, I need to check something." Lucifer disappeared behind the door just as quickly as Alastor.

Lucifer didn't suspect him of anything and didn't want to. Alastor had an absolutely clean reputation. Well, okay, Lucifer had doubted him at first and really suspected him of murders, but the man had an iron-clad alibi during all the crimes, however, something was bothering him. He followed him until he got into a black tinted car, accompanied by two men in security uniforms. Strange, what kind of job do you have?

The party was gradually coming to an end. Guests started to leave, each thanking Charlie for a wonderful evening and expressing their support for her project.

When the last guest left, Charlie finally allowed herself to exhale. She turned to Vaggie, who was waiting for her with a warm smile.

"We did it, Vaggie," Charlie said, her voice trembling with emotion. "We really did it."

Vaggie hugged her, pulling her close. "You did it, my dear. You were incredible."

They stood there, embracing, feeling that this was just the beginning of their great adventure. There was still a lot of work ahead, but together they were ready for anything. "What do you say we go upstairs and celebrate our success?" Vaggie suggested with a sly smile.

Charlie laughed, feeling her fatigue change into a new surge of energy. "With pleasure," she replied, taking Vaggie's hand.

***

Alastor stood in the elevator, feeling as if each passing floor was pulling him down. His usually impeccable suit seemed a bit wrinkled, and fatigue was evident in his eyes. He took a deep breath, trying to collect his thoughts before the inevitable meeting. His fingers nervously touched his tie, adjusting it once again.

The elevator doors opened with a soft chime, and Alastor stepped out into a spacious corridor lit by soft light. His steps were muffled by the thick carpet but echoed in his head. The two guards who accompanied him remained by the elevator, silent and motionless as statues. Their eyes, hidden behind dark glasses, followed his every move.

At the end of the corridor were massive oak doors. Alastor paused before them for a moment, adjusted his tie, and, taking a deep breath, knocked. The sound seemed unnaturally loud in the silence of the corridor.

"Come in," a woman's voice was heard from inside. The voice was soft, almost melodic, but with notes of steel that couldn't be missed.

Alastor opened the doors and entered a spacious office. The first thing he noticed was the panorama of the night city through huge windows. The lights of skyscrapers flickered like stars, creating the illusion that the room was hanging in the air. The moon, large and full, hung low on the horizon, adding an almost mystical tinge to the scene.

In the midst of this landscape sat a woman. She was dressed in an exquisite black suit that accentuated her slender figure. Her black high-heeled shoes gleamed in the light of the desk lamp. She sat behind a massive dark wood desk, her fingers lightly tapping on the surface. On the desk lay neatly stacked papers, and beside them stood a crystal glass with an amber liquid - probably expensive whiskey.

"Ah, Alastor," Eve said, slowly raising her gaze from the papers on the desk. Her voice was sweet but with notes of coldness. "How nice of you to find time for our meeting."

Alastor stepped closer, trying to hide his displeasure. He felt the muscles in his face tense as he tried to maintain a neutral expression. "I always keep my obligations," he replied dryly, stopping in front of the desk.

Eve slowly stood up, walking around the desk. Her movements were graceful, almost feline. She approached Alastor, and he caught the scent of her expensive perfume.

"Really?" she smiled, but the smile didn't reach her eyes. "What about your contractual obligations? Three weeks without a single murder. That's not like you, dear."

Alastor felt every muscle in his body tense. He clenched his fists, trying to hide the trembling in his hands. "I'm... working on it," he replied, trying to make his voice sound confident.

Eve laughed, and that laugh was like the ringing of crystal glasses. But there was no warmth in it. "Working?" she came even closer, almost touching Alastor. "Or maybe you're playing with that detective... what's his name? Lucifer?"

At the mention of that name, Alastor involuntarily flinched. "It doesn't matter," he snapped, stepping back.

"Oh, it does," Eve turned sharply, her eyes flashing dangerously. "You've forgotten who you are, Alastor. You're a killer, not an amateur detective."

Alastor turned away, unable to withstand her gaze. "I don't want to do this," he said quietly, almost whispering.

Eve turned to him abruptly, her heels clicking on the floor. She grabbed Alastor by the shoulder, forcing him to look her in the eyes. "You don't want to?" her voice became as cold as ice. "Am I asking what you want? We have a contract, dear. And you will fulfill it."

Alastor remained silent, clenching his fists so hard that his nails dug into his palms. He felt anger and fear fighting within him, creating a dangerous mix of emotions.

Suddenly, Eve grabbed him by the throat, pressing him against the wall. Her eyes blazed with anger, and her fingers tightened with incredible strength. "You seem to have forgotten who you belong to, Alastor," she hissed. "Every drop of blood on your hands is my signature. Every life you've taken is my order. You think you can just walk away and start a new life?"

Alastor tried to break free, but Eve's grip was incredibly strong. "Eve, please..." he croaked, feeling the air slowly leaving his lungs.

"Please what?" she hissed. "Let you go? Give you freedom? You belong to me, Alastor. And you always will."

She loosened her grip, allowing him to breathe. Alastor coughed, greedily gulping air. Eve stepped back, but her gaze remained cold and cruel.

"And if you don't fulfill your part of the deal," she continued, her voice becoming sweet again, but with notes of threat, "maybe I should invite your dear detective for a private meeting? Tell him about your... talents? I can imagine how deliciously those sapphire eyes will shine when he realizes he's been betrayed."

"Don't touch him," Alastor growled, straightening up and looking Eve directly in the eyes. There was a challenge in his gaze that he couldn't hide.

Eve smiled, but this smile was like a predator's grin. "Oh, what a passionate defense," she purred. "Has our little killer fallen in love? How... touching."

Alastor felt blood rushing to his face. He couldn't tell if it was from anger or shame. "It's not like that," he tried to deny, but his voice sounded unconvincing even to himself.

"Don't lie to me, Alastor," Eve came closer, her fingers lightly touching his chin. "I see right through you. Every thought of yours, every desire. And you know what? It makes you even more vulnerable."

She turned away and walked to her desk, pouring herself another glass of whiskey. "You have a week," she said without turning back. "Or your dear detective will have an unforgettable meeting with me."

Alastor felt a chill run down his spine. He knew this wasn't just a threat. Eve always kept her promises, and the consequences were always terrible. "What do you mean?" he asked, trying to hide the tremor in his voice.

Eve turned, taking a sip of whiskey. Her eyes shone with a dangerous light. "Oh, I'm sure you can imagine. Maybe I'll invite him to dinner? Tell him about all your exploits? Or perhaps I'll just show him what you're capable of... using him as the demonstration object?"

Alastor felt his heart stop. The thought of Lucifer being hurt because of him was unbearable. "I'll do it," he whispered, lowering his head. "Just... leave him alone."

Eve smiled, approaching him. She gently stroked his cheek, but this gesture was more a sign of ownership than affection. "Good boy," she whispered. "I knew you'd understand. One week, Alastor. Don't disappoint me again."

Alastor nodded, not raising his eyes. He felt drained. "May I go?" he asked quietly.

Eve stepped back, taking another sip of whiskey. "Of course, dear."

Alastor quickly walked to the door, feeling Eve's gaze burning a hole in his back. When he was about to grab the handle, Eve spoke again:

"Oh, and Alastor," her voice was almost a purr, "don't forget that I always know where you are and what you're doing. Don't do anything foolish."

Alastor froze for a moment, then sharply opened the door and left, barely restraining himself from slamming it. He quickly walked down the corridor to the elevator, feeling his heart ready to jump out of his chest.

When the elevator doors closed behind him, Alastor finally allowed himself to exhale. He leaned against the wall, closing his eyes. The image of Lucifer flashed through his thoughts, and he felt his heart clench with fear and... something else he didn't want to acknowledge.

Meanwhile, in the office, Eve slowly approached a dark figure that had been standing in the shadows all this time. "Well," she said with a predatory smile. "It seems it's time to get better acquainted with this detective. What do you say, my dear?"

The figure in the shadows slowly nodded, and Eve laughed, finishing her whiskey.

"Oh, this will be interesting," she whispered, looking at the night city through the window. "Very interesting."

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The black tinted car stopped in front of Alastor's house. Two guards in dark suits exited first, surveying the area. Only after their nod did Alastor step out of the vehicle. With a tired sigh, Alastor headed towards the front door. The tension from his meeting with Eva could still be felt in every movement. Suddenly, he heard a rustle from the living room. On alert, he carefully moved towards the sound.

Entering the room, Alastor froze at the threshold. On his couch, arms crossed over his chest, sat Lucifer. His blue eyes were fixed intently on Alastor, and a barely noticeable smile played on his lips.

"Detective?" Alastor exhaled in surprise. "What are you doing here? How did you even get in?"

Lucifer slowly stood up, not taking his eyes off Alastor. "You know, you're not the only one who can sneak into other people's houses," Lucifer replied with irony in his voice. Then his gaze slid to the window, where the tinted car with guards was visible. "Interesting company for a radio company owner," he added, raising an eyebrow.

Alastor felt his heart beating faster. He took a step forward, trying to maintain composure. "I can explain..."

"Where did you disappear to?" Lucifer interrupted, his voice becoming serious. "What kind of job requires your presence so late in the evening and on a weekend? And why do you need security?"

Alastor felt panic starting to overcome him. He knew he couldn't tell the truth, and in a moment of weakness, he decided to lie.

"Alastor, only the truth," Lucifer looked at Alastor penetratingly.

The truth? What truth does he want to hear? Yes, detective, I'm a killer who got mixed up in a contract with the most influential woman in the criminal world, who forces him to kill her enemies weekly, and he can't do anything about it. I wanted to change, but she sniffed it all out, and now if I don't chop down another one of her enemies by the end of the week, she will, with a hundred percent probability, pay you a visit and do terrible things. Yeah, not that complicated. Is that the truth you want to hear, detective?

"Alastor... are you alright?" Lucifer's voice roused him from his thoughts.

"It's related to a new project my company is working on," he began, trying to sound convincing. "I had to urgently meet with an influential sponsor who was supposed to provide the appropriate equipment, but the problem was that it's difficult to arrange a meeting with him. And the security... sometimes you have to be careful."

Lucifer listened attentively, his eyes not leaving Alastor's face. When he finished speaking, silence fell in the room. Finally, Lucifer took a step forward, reducing the distance between them.

"I don't like liars, Alastor," he said quietly, but disappointment could be heard in his voice. "You didn't even manage to tell me the truth. If you had asked me to wait, I would have understood, because I myself asked you for time when you asked about the scar. Instead of asking, you simply lie to me."

Not giving Alastor a chance to respond, Lucifer suddenly pulled him close and kissed him. It was a passionate, almost desperate kiss, mixing anger, frustration, and unspeakable tenderness. Alastor, initially surprised, returned the kiss with equal intensity, feeling his heart torn by a mixture of emotions. When they finally broke apart, Lucifer stepped back, his eyes full of pain. "This is what you're losing because of your lie," he whispered.

Alastor felt the ground slip from under his feet. "Detective, I..."

"No," Lucifer interrupted, raising his hand. "No more explanations. No more lies."

He headed for the door but stopped next to Alastor. "When you're ready to be honest, you know where to find me." With these words, Lucifer left the room, leaving Alastor alone with his thoughts and sense of guilt. Alastor heard the front door close behind Lucifer. He knew he had just lost something particularly important, perhaps the most important thing in his life.

Alastor sank onto the couch, covering his face with his hands. He knew he had to fix everything, but he couldn't imagine how to do it without putting Lucifer in danger. Time was running out relentlessly, and he found himself trapped between his past and a possible future that now seemed so distant and unattainable.

Lucifer left Alastor's house, feeling overwhelmed by conflicting emotions. Anger, frustration, pain, and longing mixed in his soul, creating an explosive mixture. He sat in his car, freezing for a moment, gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

Taking a deep breath, Lucifer started the engine and drove off. The city streets floated by the window, but he barely noticed them. His thoughts revolved around Alastor, their conversation, that kiss...

Anger rose in him in waves. How could Alastor do this to him? How could he look him in the eye and lie? Lucifer had always valued honesty more than anything else, and this betrayal of trust hurt particularly deeply.

But along with anger came disappointment - not only in Alastor but in himself. Perhaps he had been too harsh? Perhaps he should have given Alastor a chance to explain? These thoughts only intensified the internal conflict.

And yet, despite the pain and anger, Lucifer couldn't deny the depth of his feelings for Alastor. This attachment that had grown between them was something special, something he hadn't felt in a very long time. And the realization that all of this could have been built on a lie was tearing his heart apart.

Lucifer parked his car near his house and slowly climbed the stairs. Entering the apartment, without turning on the lights, he headed straight to his study.

In the corner of the room stood a mahogany cabinet. Lucifer approached it and carefully opened the top drawer. Inside, on a velvet cushion, lay a violin.

This was not just a violin - it was a true work of art. Made from the finest wood, with a perfectly curved body the color of dark honey, it looked alive. Fine lines of patterns adorned its sides, creating the impression of golden sparks running across the wood. Every detail was crafted with incredible precision and love.

Lucifer carefully took the violin in his hands, feeling its weight and the warmth of the wood. This violin had been with him for many years, a witness to his ups and downs, joys and sorrows. It was his faithful companion, always helping him express what couldn't be put into words.

With the violin in hand, Lucifer walked to his bedroom. He stood by the window, looking at the night city. Then, taking a deep breath, he raised the violin and touched the strings with the bow.

The first notes sounded quietly, almost timidly. But gradually the melody gained strength, filling with the emotions that overwhelmed Lucifer. The music began with low, deep notes, reflecting the pain and disappointment he felt. The bow moved across the strings, drawing out sounds full of longing and unspoken grief. Then the melody began to change, picking up pace and power. Sharp, almost aggressive notes appeared - echoes of the anger still boiling in his soul. Lucifer played with such intensity that it seemed as if the violin might not withstand the tension of his emotions.

But suddenly the melody changed again. Among the turbulent flow of sounds, tender, almost transparent notes appeared. Lucifer played, completely giving himself to the music. His fingers flew over the strings, drawing sounds of incredible beauty and depth from the instrument. He didn't notice the tears rolling down his cheeks, or how his hands trembled from the intensity of his emotions.

The melody rose upward, full of hope and light, then plunged back into the depths of despair and pain. It was like life itself - complex, contradictory, full of highs and lows. The final chords sounded like a question left unanswered. Lucifer froze, still holding the violin. His chest heaved heavily, and tears continued to roll down his cheeks.

He wanted... he wanted to trust Alastor, he... he... he sighed, feeling his heart constrict with pain. Perhaps he had really rushed to conclusions? Perhaps he should have given Alastor a chance to explain?

Lucifer remembered the expression on Alastor's face when he accused him of lying. There was not only fear of being exposed, but something else... pain? Despair? Perhaps Alastor really wanted to say something but couldn't?

"What are you hiding, Alastor?" Lucifer whispered into the darkness of the room. "What makes you lie to me?" He remembered his own secrets, his own dark moments of the past. Hadn't he himself hidden something from Alastor? Wasn't he afraid to reveal the whole truth about himself, fearing to push him away?

Lucifer slowly lowered the violin, feeling the tension gradually releasing from his body. Perhaps he had been too harsh? Too quick in his judgments?

"I must give him a chance," Lucifer suddenly realized. "I must listen to him, understand what makes him hide the truth."

He remembered the words of his mentor, an old detective who once told him:

Lucifer, in our work, the most important thing is the ability to listen. Not only to what people say, but also to what they keep silent about.

These words sounded particularly apt now. Perhaps he had been so blinded by his anger and disappointment that he hadn't heard what Alastor was trying to tell him without words?

Lucifer approached the bed and carefully placed the violin on it. Then he sat down beside it, feeling fatigue washing over him in waves.

He looked at the violin lying on the bed once more and smiled softly. Perhaps the next time he picked it up, the melody would be different - full of hope and forgiveness.

With this, Lucifer finally fell asleep, while outside the window, the city continued to live its night life, indifferent to the dramas and sufferings of its inhabitants.

***

The dark room was filled with tense silence. The only source of light was a dim lamp hanging from the ceiling, casting long shadows on the walls. In the center of the room sat a man, tightly bound to a wooden chair. His eyes were wide with fear, and his breathing was rapid and shallow.

Alastor stood before him, a tall and slender silhouette in the semi-darkness. His eyes glowed faintly, and his smile seemed to stretch even wider than usual. In his hand, he twirled a sharp knife, the light glinting off its blade.

The captive man tried to speak, but his voice trembled with fear: "Please... I... I didn't do anything... it's a mistake..."

Alastor leaned closer, his face now just inches from the man's. "Oh, I know exactly who you are and what you've done," he whispered. "Every little dirty secret, every crime, every drop of innocent blood on your hands."

The man trembled even more, tears beginning to roll down his cheeks. "I... I'll do anything you say. Just don't kill me, please!"

Alastor straightened up and began to slowly walk around the chair, his steps incredibly quiet. "You know, I've always thought that fear is the most interesting emotion," he said thoughtfully. "It bares the soul, shows the true essence of a person. And you, my friend, are now demonstrating a wonderful example of pure, unadulterated terror."

The man tried to turn his head to follow Alastor's movements, but the ropes holding him were too tight. "What... what do you want from me?" he asked in a trembling voice.

Alastor stopped in front of him and tilted his head to the side, as if examining an interesting exhibit. "What do I want? Oh, that's a simple question with a very complicated answer," he replied, his voice almost melodic. "You see, I'm here under orders. Orders to kill you, to be exact."

The man's eyes widened even more if that was even possible. "No, please! I'll do anything! I have money, lots of money! I can pay you!"

Alastor laughed, but there was no trace of amusement in his laughter. "Money? Oh, my naive friend, do you really think I'm interested in such trivial things?" He leaned closer, his eyes glowing with a dangerous fire. "No, what I'm interested in is far more valuable than any material wealth."

The man fell silent, his face contorted with horror and despair. Alastor continued his leisurely walk, his steps barely audible on the worn wooden floor.

"You know, a long time ago I really enjoyed this," Alastor said, as if having a casual conversation. "The hunt, the chase, that moment when the prey realizes escape is impossible." He stopped and looked at the knife in his hand. "But over time it became... boring. Predictable. Especially when done under someone else's orders."

The man seemed to calm down a bit upon hearing these words. "So... you're not going to kill me?" he asked, hope in his voice.

Alastor turned to him, his smile growing even wider. "Oh, I didn't say that," he replied easily. "I just said that I'm tired of killing on orders. But you... you are an interesting case."

"You see, I know everything about you. About your crimes, the innocent people you've betrayed and killed. And part of me really, really wants to see you suffer for all of it."

The man trembled; his eyes filled with horror. "But... but you said..."

Alastor straightened up and took a step back. "Yes, I said. But I didn't say that I'm tired of killing altogether." He smiled, and the smile was cold and dangerous. "In fact, I still find some... satisfaction in it. Especially when the victim truly deserves their fate."

The man began to struggle in his bonds, desperately trying to free himself. "No, please! I'll change, I swear! I'll never hurt anyone again!"

Alastor watched his efforts with cold interest. "Oh, please, we both know that's not true, don't we? People like you don't change. They just get better at hiding their true nature."

He started walking around the chair again, his steps slow and measured. "You know what's the most interesting thing about these situations? It's not the act of killing itself. No, it's the moment before it. That moment when the victim teeters on the edge between hope and despair, when every second stretches into eternity."

The man stopped struggling, his body slumping in the chair. "Why... why are you doing this?" he asked quietly.

Alastor stopped in front of him, his eyes glowing in the semi-darkness. "Why? Oh, that's a deep question, my friend. Maybe because the world is unjust, and someone has to restore balance. Maybe because I simply enjoy chaos and suffering. Or maybe because people like you deserve to be punished for their crimes."

He leaned closer, his voice almost a whisper. "But the truth is, I do this because I can. Because it gives me a sense of power and control that nothing else can replace."

The man looked at him, his eyes full of horror and despair. "You're... you're a monster," he whispered.

Alastor laughed, and his laughter was cold and merciless. "Oh, you have no idea how right you are," he said. "But you know what? You're a monster too. Just a different kind."

He straightened up and took a few steps back, still holding the knife in his hand. "And here's the difference between us," he continued. "I know who I am and what I am. I don't try to justify my actions or pretend to be someone else. But you... you hide behind a mask of respectability, pretending that your crimes are just 'business' or 'necessity'."

The man lowered his head, tears streaming down his cheeks. "I... I didn't mean to... I had no choice..."

Alastor turned sharply to him. "You always had a choice," he said firmly. "Every time you decided to betray someone, to kill an innocent person, you made a choice. And now it's time to face the consequences of those choices."

He raised the knife, and the light from the lamp reflected off the blade. The man held his breath, his body tensed in anticipation of the blow. But the blow never came. Instead, Alastor suddenly lowered his hand and cut the ropes that held the man.

The man looked at him in disbelief, not understanding what was happening. "What... what are you doing?"

Alastor finished cutting the last rope and stepped back. "I'm letting you go," he said simply. The man slowly stood up, still not believing what was happening. "But... why?"

Alastor smiled, but this time there was something different in his smile - something almost sad. "Because, as I said, I'm tired of killing on orders. And because sometimes the worst punishment is giving a person a chance to live with what they've done."

He pointed to the door. "Go. And remember, you got a second chance you never gave any of your victims."

The man slowly approached the door, still glancing back at Alastor as if expecting some trick. "Are you... are you serious?"

Alastor looked at him, his eyes cold and unyielding. "Do I look like someone who jokes?" he asked quietly.

The man quickly shook his head and dashed out the door, his footsteps quickly fading in the hallway.

Alastor slowly approached the table and sat down, putting the knife aside. He seemed tired and pensive. At that moment, the door opened, and Husk entered the room. He looked at the empty chair and then at Alastor with surprise.

"Boss, what are you doing?" he asked. "You know this won't just blow over. She will be furious."

Alastor slowly raised his head and looked at Husk. His eyes were dark and impenetrable. "I'm tired of killing on orders, Husk," he said quietly. "If I'm going to do it, it will be on my terms and for my pleasure."

Husk stepped closer, his face full of concern. "But you know what that means. She won't forgive such disobedience."

Alastor smiled, but it was a bitter and tired smile. "Maybe," he said. "But I've long realized that a life lived in fear of someone's anger is not a life at all."

He turned to Husk, and his eyes glowed with a strange fire. "I'm not going to become better, Husk. I'm still the same monster I've always been. But I will no longer be someone's puppet. If I kill, it will be because I want to, not because someone ordered me to."

Husk nodded, understanding. "And now what?" he asked. Alastor gave him a look full of uncertainty.

"Send her a message that the target escaped. Make something up to buy us some time," Alastor said as he left the room, leaving Husk alone.

***

Four days had passed since Lucifer last saw Alastor. He was sitting in his office at the precinct, intently examining photographs spread out on the table. The images depicted various tattoos - symbols of different mafia groups in the city.

Lucifer carefully studied each symbol, trying to find a connection between them and the recent crimes in the city. He was so engrossed in his work that he didn't notice the door to his office quietly opening.

Suddenly, he felt someone's arms encircle his waist from behind. His instincts kicked in instantly - years of training and experience took over. Without thinking, Lucifer grabbed the attacker's arm and flipped them over his shoulder, pinning them to the floor.

"Oh, detective, I didn't know you were into such thrills," a familiar voice rang out, full of irony despite the uncomfortable position.

Lucifer froze, not believing his ears. "Alastor?" he stared in shock at the man he was pinning to the floor.

And indeed, it was Alastor - a bit disheveled after the unexpected throw, but still with that characteristic smile on his face.

"In the flesh," Alastor replied, trying to catch his breath. "Although, I must admit, I imagined our reunion a bit... differently."

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After a few seconds, Lucifer realized who was in front of him and quickly loosened his grip, releasing Alastor and stepping back. He offered his hand to help him up.

"Sorry about that," Lucifer said, somewhat embarrassed. "Reflexes... You startled me," the detective tried to justify.

"It's alright, detective. I should have anticipated such a reaction." Alastor stood up, dusting off his suit. He looked at Lucifer, who was wearing comfortable clothes, his hair a mess as if he had slept at the precinct, which was probably the case, considering there was a blanket and pillow in the corner, and a mug of unfinished coffee on the desk. "Breakthrough in the investigation?" Alastor asked carefully.

"You won't believe it, but yes, we realized that these victims are nothing but a war within the criminal world. Someone desperately wants to get rid of their enemies. It's strange, of course, that the killings stopped, but I'm sure it won't be for long. We just need to determine who exactly these people angered," Lucifer rattled off, apparently satisfied with the work done, his eyes burning with excitement.

"Brilliant work," Alastor smiled and looked at the agent, who appeared very tired.

They stood looking at each other, the air between them filled with unspoken words. Alastor broke the silence first:

"Detective... I'm not very good at apologizing, I rarely do it, but I came here to do just that. I'm very sorry I lied to you, but I just couldn't tell you the truth then," Lucifer listened attentively, not interrupting. "But I'm still not ready to tell you everything. I need time to figure things out. I'm asking you to trust me, at least a little."

Lucifer took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "Alastor, it's I who should apologize. I overreacted then. I should have given you a chance to explain."

Alastor raised his eyebrows in surprise. "You're... apologizing? I thought you'd be angry."

"I was angry," Lucifer admitted. "But then I realized that everyone has the right to their secrets, and the right to choose when to share them, as long as these secrets don't harm others." Alastor looked at him with gratitude and relief. Unable to contain himself any longer, he stepped forward and pulled Lucifer close, joining their lips in a kiss.

The kiss was full of desperation, relief, and unspoken feelings. Lucifer responded with equal intensity, wrapping his arms around Alastor's neck.

"Hey, there are other agents walking around here," Lucifer whispered between kisses.

"Let them walk," Alastor replied, pulling away for a moment to look into Lucifer's eyes.

They merged into another kiss, and Alastor, without breaking it, lifted Lucifer into his arms. The detective gasped in surprise but firmly wrapped his legs around Alastor's waist. Alastor sat Lucifer on the desk, pushing aside papers and photographs. A few folders fell to the floor, but they paid no attention, completely absorbed in each other. Hands wandered over bodies, desperately trying to reach the skin under the clothes.

Suddenly, the door opened, and Vaggie appeared on the threshold with a folder in her hands. "Boss, we found something very impor... Oh, my God!" she stopped, seeing the scene before her.

Lucifer and Alastor quickly pulled away from each other, both red-faced and breathless. Lucifer quickly jumped off the desk, trying to compose himself.

"Vaggie, this is... um... not what you think," he tried to explain, though given his disheveled hair and unbuttoned shirt, it was exactly what Vaggie thought.

Vaggie rolled her eyes. "Detective, you realize how ridiculous your excuses look, right? At least think to close the door, like little kids." Lucifer adored Vaggie for her temperament more than anything.

Vaggie sighed. "Okay. Now, if you've finished... your business, I have important information."

Lucifer nodded, trying to return to a professional tone. "Yes, of course. What did you find?"

"I'm afraid our investigation is being watched quite closely. We noticed a man who appeared quite often near us. He was at Charlie's party and at the cafe then, he also came to the precinct, and was spotted near your house, though he didn't stay there long. The problem is that on the cameras we found that he has no tattoos or jewelry with symbolism, maybe he's not part of their group, but was just hired. Here are his photos." Lucifer looked carefully at the images, trying to find some detail.

"Wait, look here, this is a pistol, quite nice I must admit, isn't this engraving belonging to Carmilla's company?" Lucifer looked at Vaggie, who just nodded. "Not everyone can afford a weapon from her, she has a short list of clients. Go to her and take Anthony for backup, maybe we can find out his name. Tell her you're from Agent Morningstar and that I'll owe her one. Have Emily get more camera footage and decode it."

"Yes, boss," Vaggie nodded. "And, Lucifer, be careful," she left the office.

This wasn't the first time he was being followed. Honestly, he had angered many in the criminal world. However, he wasn't worried about himself at all, as he possessed exceptional reflexes, good combat skills, and had gotten out of the most difficult situations, but he was worried about his team and loved ones, he would never put them at risk.

***

In a luxurious penthouse on the top floor of one of the city's tallest skyscrapers, an atmosphere of elegance and power prevailed. The room was decorated in dark tones - black marble, dark wood, and deep shades of red created a sense of luxury and danger simultaneously.

Eva held a glass of expensive red wine in her hand, slowly swirling it and watching as the liquid created hypnotic patterns on the glass walls. Her dark eyes seemed to look through the wine, immersed in deep thoughts.

Suddenly, the office door opened, and a middle-aged man in an expensive suit entered. It was Mark, one of Eva's most trusted people. His usually calm face was tense, and concern could be read in his eyes.

Eva slowly raised her gaze, her face remaining impassive. "Well?" she asked, her voice soft but with a hint of steel.

Mark nervously shifted from foot to foot. "Madam, we have... a problem," he began cautiously.

Eva raised one perfectly arched eyebrow. "A problem? I don't like problems, Mark. You know that."

The man took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. "It's about Alastor, madam. He... he didn't complete the task."

For a moment, dead silence reigned in the room. Eva slowly put the glass on the table, her movements smooth and controlled. "What do you mean by 'didn't complete'?" her voice was quiet, but a threat could be heard in it.

Mark nervously licked his lips. "He reported that the victim... escaped. He said he needs more time."

Eva's reaction was immediate and unexpected. With lightning speed, she grabbed the glass and threw it towards Mark. Red wine splattered across the room, leaving bloody stains on the man's white shirt and on the expensive wallpaper.

Mark flinched but didn't move, knowing that any movement could only worsen the situation.

Eva slowly rose from her chair, her eyes blazing with fury. "Is he mocking me?" she hissed. "I gave him clear instructions. It's such a simple task!"

She began pacing the room, her steps quick and sharp. "I warned him. I said that his... infatuation with this detective would lead to no good." Mark remained silent, understanding that any word now could be his last.

Eva suddenly stopped and turned to her subordinate. "What else did he say? Word for word. I want to know every word of his."

Mark nervously swallowed. "He said that unforeseen circumstances arose. That he needs more time to sort everything out without... without unnecessary noise."

Eva laughed, but there wasn't a drop of joy in this laughter. "Without unnecessary noise? He thinks he can dictate terms? To me?"

She turned to her desk and leaned on it with her hands, her shoulders tense. For several long seconds, she remained in this position, and her subordinate could only imagine what thoughts were racing through her head.

Finally, Eva straightened up and turned to her subordinate. Her face was calm again, but a cold fire burned in her eyes. "Fine," she said quietly. "If Alastor wants to play games, we'll play. But by my rules."

She approached the window, looking at the city spread out below. "You know, I always valued Alastor. He was one of the best. But lately... lately he's started to forget who he owes his position to."

Eva turned and looked straight into Mark's eyes. "I think our dear Alastor needs to be reminded of his duties. And of the price of not fulfilling a contract." Mark felt a chill run down his spine. He knew this tone - it didn't bode well.

"What do you want me to do, madam?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

Eva slowly smiled, but this smile didn't reach her eyes. "Oh, I think we should add some... motivation for Alastor. And I know the perfect way."

She walked to her desk and picked up a photograph from it. It depicted a man. Eva ran her finger over the photograph. "Detective Lucifer Morningstar. Alastor's favorite toy."

Mark tensed, understanding where this was going.

"Let's show Alastor what happens when you try to deceive me," Eva continued, her voice sweet but with a threat in it.

She put the photograph back on the desk and turned to Mark. "Prepare everything. I want our dear detective to receive... a special invitation."

Mark nodded, feeling his heart beating rapidly. "As you command, madam. Anything specific?"

Eva thought for a moment. "Nothing too rough. For now. We don't want to scare our guest, do we? Just... make sure he understands the importance of the invitation. Although, to ensure you idiots don't mess anything up, I'll deliver the invitation myself."

She waved her hand, dismissing Mark. When he was already at the door, Eva added: "And Mark? Make sure Alastor doesn't suspect anything. This should be... a surprise. Tell him I agreed to the postponement."

Mark nodded and left the office, quietly closing the door behind him.

Eva remained alone, turning back to the window. She looked at the city below, but her thoughts were far away. She remembered the day she first met Alastor - young, ambitious, full of potential. She saw a spark in him that she rarely encountered in others. And she nurtured that spark, turning it into a flame.

But now... now that flame threatened to get out of control. And Eva couldn't allow that.

She returned to her desk and pressed a button on the intercom. "Send someone to clean up here," she said briefly, looking at the broken glass and wine stains on the floor and walls.

While waiting for the cleaners, Eva picked up the photograph of Detective Morningstar again. She studied his face carefully, trying to understand what attracted Alastor to him so much.

"Well, detective," she whispered, running her finger over the photograph. "Soon we'll meet. And I hope you'll prove to be as... interesting as Alastor thinks you are."

Eva put the photograph back on the desk and sat in her chair. She rubbed her temples, feeling a headache coming on. The situation with Alastor was unpleasant, but not critical. She would handle this, as she had handled all other problems in her path. The door opened, and the cleaners entered. Eva watched their work with a detached gaze, her thoughts occupied with planning the next steps.

She knew she had to be careful. Detective Morningstar wasn't just some ordinary agent - he had a reputation as an intelligent and dangerous adversary. But this only made the game more interesting.

When the cleaners finished and left, Eva remained alone in her office. She approached the bar and poured herself another portion of wine. This time she didn't savor it, but drank it in one gulp, feeling the alcohol burn her throat.

"Alastor, Alastor," she whispered. "What am I to do with you?"

Eva knew she couldn't just get rid of Alastor. He knew too much, was too valuable. But she also couldn't allow him to think he could play by his own rules.

She returned to her desk and sat down, opening her laptop. Her fingers quickly ran over the keyboard, calling up files and information.

When dawn was already breaking outside the window, Eva finally leaned back in her chair, satisfied with her work. She had a plan. A plan that was supposed to remind Alastor who he belonged to, and show Detective Morningstar what a dangerous world he had entered.

Eva looked at the first rays of sun breaking through the city's skyscrapers. Her eyes shone with anticipation, and a slight smile played on her lips.

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Alastor slowly opened his eyes, gradually emerging from sleep. Sunlight breaking through the gaps between the curtains softly illuminated the familiar bedroom. He had long grown accustomed to this room, yet its colors still irritated him, as he preferred darker and calmer tones. He didn't know how many times he had asked the detective to come to his place, but each time he brought half the precinct with him, so they agreed it was better for him to visit the detective instead.

Lucifer slept very close, his soft hair tickled Alastor's skin, creating pleasant sensations. Alastor always marveled at how tactile Lucifer was. He constantly sought physical contact, be it hugs, touches, or just the opportunity to be nearby. For Alastor, who was used to keeping his distance, this was unusual at first. But for Lucifer, he was willing to compromise his principles.

Alastor turned his head to get a better look at the sleeping detective. Lucifer looked so peaceful and vulnerable in his sleep. His long eyelashes trembled slightly, and his lips were slightly parted. Alastor felt his heart fill with warmth. He carefully reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair from Lucifer's face.

This movement seemed to wake Lucifer. He slowly opened his eyes, and his gaze immediately met Alastor's. A sleepy smile appeared on his face. "You know, watching people sleep is very weird, you're like a maniac."

"Oh yes, my dear, you're absolutely right," Alastor whispered. "What are your plans for today?"

Lucifer stretched like a cat and suddenly, with a playful smile on his face, sat right on top of Alastor, pressing him to the bed with his weight. "Ah, don't ask, I never thought I'd say this, but the fact that this psychopath stopped killing - it annoys me a bit because the case might hit a dead end." Alastor felt warmth spread through his body from this closeness. He put his hands on Lucifer's waist, enjoying the warmth of his skin.

"Detective, it's the first time I've seen a law enforcer upset that a serial killer isn't showing up," Alastor laughed. He began to gently stroke Lucifer's back, gradually moving lower.

Lucifer quietly moaned with pleasure but then pulled away slightly. "Al, slow down a bit, I don't have turbo regeneration. If we start now, I risk being late for work." Alastor smiled a predatory smile. "Oh, I know you don't have turbo regeneration," he whispered. "But that doesn't mean we can't have a little fun."

With these words, Alastor suddenly grabbed both of Lucifer's hands with one of his own and pressed them to the bed above Lucifer's head. Lucifer gasped in surprise, but a spark of excitement flashed in his eyes.

"Alastor," Lucifer whispered, his voice becoming a bit hoarse. "What are you up to?"

Alastor leaned closer, his lips almost touching Lucifer's ear. "You'll see," he whispered, and his free hand began to slowly move down Lucifer's body.

Suddenly, without warning, Alastor began to mercilessly tickle Lucifer. His fingers moved quickly over Lucifer's ribs and stomach, knowing all his sensitive spots.

Lucifer choked with surprise, and then burst into laughter.

"Al...! No! Stop!" Lucifer shouted between bursts of laughter, writhing on the bed but unable to escape the tickling. "This isn't fair! You know I can't... ha-ha... defend myself!"

Alastor didn't stop, enjoying the sound of Lucifer's laughter and the expression of pure joy on his face. "Oh, but you're a detective, aren't you? I'm sure you can find a way out of this situation."

Suddenly, when Alastor momentarily weakened his attack, Lucifer saw his chance. With incredible speed and agility that one could expect from an experienced detective, he made a sharp move. In the blink of an eye, Lucifer grabbed Alastor's hands and pinned him to the bed, ending up on top.

"Ha!" Lucifer exclaimed triumphantly, looming over Alastor. "Looks like detective skills are useful in everyday life after all."

Lucifer, still smiling, turned to Alastor. His eyes were shining with amusement and something else... more intense. He slowly ran his hand down Alastor's chest, moving lower.

"You know," Lucifer whispered, leaning closer, "I think I deserve a reward for my victory."

Alastor felt his heart speed up. "Oh? And what reward do you have in mind, detective?"

Lucifer was almost touching Alastor's lips with his own when he suddenly jumped off the bed. "Last one to the kitchen cooks breakfast!" he shouted and ran out of the room.

Alastor froze for a second in surprise, then laughed. "Oh, you're playing dirty, detective!" he shouted, jumping out of bed, and chasing after Lucifer.

***

Lucifer burst into the precinct, slightly out of breath and with somewhat disheveled hair. He tried to look as calm as possible, but his team immediately noticed his tardiness.

"Oh, look who decided to grace us with their presence," Vaggie commented sarcastically without looking up from the papers on her desk.

Lucifer quickly walked to his workstation, trying to ignore the looks other detectives were giving him. "Sorry for being late, there were... unforeseen circumstances," he mumbled, opening his laptop.

"Unforeseen circumstances, huh?" Anthony chimed in with a smile. "And these circumstances aren't by any chance running late to their office right now?"

Lucifer felt his cheeks redden slightly, but he tried to maintain a professional look. "I don't know what you're talking about," he replied, trying to focus on the screen in front of him.

"Oh, come on," Vaggie interjected, finally looking up. "You have a hickey on your neck that wasn't there yesterday."

Lucifer instinctively grabbed his neck, causing laughter among the agents. He realized he had fallen into a trap - there was no hickey there.

"Alright, alright," he surrendered, raising his hands. "Yes, I got a bit delayed at home."

"We know," Emily said softly, "We just can't miss an opportunity to chat a bit. Besides, we're glad to see you happy, not just when it comes to dead people."

Lucifer smiled, feeling grateful for his colleagues' understanding. "Now, can we get back to work? We still have a serial killer to catch."

"Right," Anthony agreed, returning to his papers. "Although it seems our killer has taken a vacation or maybe he's on his honeymoon. Not a single new case in four weeks."

"That worries me a bit," Lucifer admitted, opening the case files. "Vaggie, Anthony, what did Miss Carmine tell you, does she know this man?"

"Boss, she said she'd be glad to help, but most likely this guy didn't come to her personally. There was a delivery of this type of weapon, and it was quite secretive. A helicopter was involved with a lot of security. The delivery was about three weeks ago," Lucifer listened attentively to the information from Vaggie and Anthony, his eyebrows slightly furrowed as he pondered what he heard. He nodded slowly before addressing the whole team.

"Okay, then we'll work from that delivery. It definitely happened at night, plus not all buildings can accommodate helicopters, so we'll try to find out where that helicopter came from. Maybe we'll find out who our pursuer works for and possibly our killer. Let's get to work," Lucifer ordered and started searching himself.

Lucifer sighed deeply, rubbing his tired eyes. The clock on the wall showed half-past ten in the evening. He looked around - his team looked no less exhausted.

"Alright, guys," he said, trying to hide the disappointment in his voice. "Vaggie, how's your analysis going?"

Vaggie looked up from the monitor, her eyes red from strain. "Nothing, boss. I've reviewed records from all possible cameras within a five-kilometer radius of the potential helicopter landing site. No trace."

Lucifer nodded, then turned to Anthony. "And what about financial trails?"

Anthony shook his head. "I've checked all possible accounts that could be linked to our suspects. All clean. If they're conducting any operations, they're doing it extremely carefully."

"Emily, what about the informants?" Lucifer asked, turning to the last team member.

Emily sighed. "I've called everyone. Nobody's heard anything about large weapon deliveries or unusual activity."

He stood up and stretched, feeling his joints crack. "I think we should all go home and get a good night's sleep. We'll look at everything with fresh eyes tomorrow."

The team started gathering their things, turning off computers, and tidying up their workstations. The atmosphere was gloomy - everyone felt the frustration of a fruitless day.

When Lucifer, Emily, and Anthony were already at the exit, Lucifer suddenly stopped and looked back. Vaggie was still sitting at her desk, intensely staring at the monitor.

"Vaggie?" he called. "Aren't you coming?"

Vaggie looked up, a spark in her eyes. "I... I think I've almost found something, boss. Give me another hour, okay? I feel I'm on the right track."

Lucifer exchanged glances with Emily and Anthony, then turned back to Vaggie. "Alright, but no more than an hour, understood? And call immediately if you find anything."

"Yes, boss," Vaggie replied, already immersed in her work again.

Lucifer, Emily, and Anthony left the office, leaving Vaggie alone with her search.

When they got outside, the cool night air refreshed them a bit. Lucifer took a deep breath, feeling the day's tension gradually releasing. They said their goodbyes and went to their cars. Lucifer looked back once more at the office windows where the light was still on - Vaggie was continuing her search.

***

Lucifer pulled up to his house, tired after a long day. The evening sky had already darkened, and the streets were empty. He parked his car in front of the house and sighed wearily, anticipating a warm bath and a glass of good whiskey. As he approached the front door, his heart suddenly stopped - the door was slightly ajar. Again? Will people ever stop breaking into his house? He carefully drew his gun, feeling adrenaline starting to pulse through his veins. Quietly, trying not to creak the floorboards, Lucifer entered. A tense silence reigned in the house, but he sensed someone's presence. Lucifer methodically inspected the first floor - living room, kitchen, office. Everything seemed to be in its place, but the feeling of danger didn't leave him. After finishing the inspection of the first floor, he slowly climbed the stairs to the second. The door to his bedroom was closed. Lucifer gripped the gun tightly and kicked the door open, pointing the weapon inside the room.

"Detective Morningstar, we finally meet." - replied a woman, her voice soft but with notes of steel. "I was beginning to think you'd never come home, exhausting workday?" The woman turned slowly, her movements graceful and confident. She was dressed in an expensive suit, her dark hair gathered in an elegant bun.

"Who are you?" - Lucifer asked sharply, pointing the gun at the stranger. "What are you doing here?" - Lucifer demanded, not lowering his weapon. The woman smiled, but her smile didn't reach her eyes. "Oh, where are my manners? My name is Eve. And I'm here to... discuss some matters."

"Eve? As in the one with the apple?" - Lucifer replied sarcastically, trying to hide his confusion. Eve laughed.

 "Oh, you really do have a sharp and long tongue, detective, like a snake's." The woman slowly rose from the chair, her movements graceful and confident.

Lucifer tensed, gripping the gun handle tighter: "Stay where you are! One more step and I'll shoot."

The woman stopped, but didn't look frightened. On the contrary, she seemed amused by the situation: "You wouldn't shoot an unarmed woman, would you? Where are your manners, detective?"

Suddenly, Lucifer noticed movement out of the corner of his eye. Two men in black suits emerged from the shadows. They moved quickly and purposefully. Lucifer reacted instantly. He turned and fired in the direction of the first attacker, but he had already managed to dodge. The second man lunged at Lucifer, trying to knock the gun out of his hands. A fierce fight ensued. Lucifer was a good fighter, but against two trained opponents, it wasn't easy for him. He dodged a blow from the first attacker and delivered a strong punch to the second. The man wheezed and stepped back, but the first was already attacking again.

Lucifer blocked a series of blows, feeling his muscles strain with effort. He managed to land a powerful punch to the jaw of one of the attackers, sending him into a knockdown. But at that moment, the second man grabbed him from behind, trying to immobilize him.

The detective sharply threw his head back, hitting the attacker in the nose. The man loosened his grip, and Lucifer wriggled free, preparing for a new attack. But the first attacker had already recovered and lunged at him.

The fight lasted for several long, exhausting minutes. Lucifer fought desperately, but against two trained fighters, his chances were slim. Finally, one of the attackers managed to deliver a powerful blow to Lucifer's solar plexus. The detective gasped, losing concentration for a moment. This was enough for the second attacker to grab his arms and twist them behind his back. Lucifer tried to break free, but the grip was strong. The attackers forcibly brought him to his knees, continuing to hold his arms behind his back.

Eve, who had been calmly observing the fight all this time, slowly approached Lucifer, applauding. She looked completely unfazed, as if nothing special had happened.

"Well, well, detective," she said, leaning towards him. "You really know how to... entertain a lady."

Lucifer raised his head, looking at her defiantly. "Glad you enjoyed the show," he hissed through his teeth. "Want an autograph?"

Eve took him by the chin, forcing him to look straight into her eyes. "You're playing with fire, detective. And you might get burned."

Suddenly, the phone in Lucifer's pocket rang. Eve raised an eyebrow and slowly took out the device.

"Oh, who do we have here?" she purred, looking at the screen. "Vaggie. What a sweet name. An excellent partner and quite capable, isn't she?"

Lucifer tensed, feeling fear for Vaggie overtake him. Eve smiled even wider. "Oh, detective, you don't want to put your friends in danger, do you? So don't do anything stupid." She held the phone to Lucifer's ear and pressed the answer button.

"Boss!" Vaggie's excited voice sounded. "I found something important about our investigation! This oil company..."

Lucifer interrupted her, trying to speak as calmly as possible: "Vaggie, I'm a bit busy right now. Can you call back a little later?"

A brief silence fell on the other end of the line. "Boss, is everything alright?" Vaggie asked worriedly.

"Yes, everything's fine," Lucifer replied, feeling Eve's intense gaze on him. "Just not the best moment for a conversation. I'll call you back, okay?"

"Um... okay," said Vaggie, clearly a bit confused. "But this is really important. I think we can..."

"Vaggie," Lucifer gently interrupted her, "I appreciate your diligence. But I really can't talk right now. Let's discuss everything tomorrow at work, alright?"

"Well... okay," Vaggie agreed, though concern was still audible in her voice. "Then see you tomorrow, boss. Take care of yourself."

Eve took the phone and ended the call. She stroked Lucifer's cheek, her touch cold. "Good boy," she purred. "See, when you cooperate, everything becomes much easier."

Lucifer recoiled from her touch. "What do you want?" he asked, trying to stay calm.

"How good of you to ask, detective," she said quietly, her face just inches from his. "You see, you've become quite a serious obstacle and..."

"An obstacle?" Lucifer repeated. "And here I thought I was the prize. Disappointed."

Eve's eyes flashed with anger. She sharply nodded to one of the guards. "I think the detective needs to... rest, we'll continue the conversation later."

Lucifer felt something heavy hit him on the back of the head. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was Eve's face, looking at him with a cold smile.

"Sweet dreams, detective," he heard her voice before darkness engulfed him.

Eve watched as the detective's body went limp in the hands of her men. She slowly exhaled, feeling the adrenaline from the confrontation gradually subside. "Take him to the car," she ordered the guards. "And be careful. We'll still need him... whole and undamaged."

"Well, Alastor," she whispered. "Let's see how you handle this."

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Lucifer was slowly coming to his senses, his consciousness emerging from the darkness as if from a deep well. The first thing he felt was a pulsating pain in the back of his head, spreading in waves throughout his skull. He tried to move but found that he couldn't. His hands were tightly bound behind his back, and his legs were attached to the legs of the chair he was sitting on. The ropes cut into his skin, causing an unpleasant burning sensation.

Slowly opening his eyes, he saw that he was in some kind of basement room. The dim light of a single bulb on the ceiling cast sinister shadows on the bare concrete walls.

Eve stood before him, as elegant as ever despite the gloomy surroundings. She was leisurely sorting through various tools on a metal table nearby. Her movements were calm and methodical, as if she were choosing cutlery for dinner.

Noticing that Lucifer had awakened, Eve turned to him with a faint smile. "Ah, detective. Finally, you're with us. I hope you rested well?"

Lucifer tried to respond but found his mouth taped shut. He could only grumble disapprovingly, looking at Eve with defiance.

She leaned towards him, their faces at the same level. "Oh, I'm sorry. I completely forgot that you can't answer," she said with feigned sympathy. "Perhaps we should fix that? Although..." she looked at him thoughtfully, "I like this version of you. So... quiet."

Eve straightened up and began to walk slowly around the tied-up detective. Her steps echoed in the silence of the room, creating an almost hypnotic rhythm.

"You know, detective," she began, "you've caused me a lot of problems. A lot of problems." She stopped in front of him, peering intently at his face. "I think you're familiar with the name Alastor, aren't you? Well, when he met you, he started to forget something very important."

Lucifer tried to say something, but the tape firmly held back his words. He could only look at Eve, trying to understand her motives.

"But I think we can fix this," she continued, starting her circuit around the chair again. "You see, Alastor... he's special. And I won't let some detective ruin everything."

She stopped in front of Lucifer again, leaning so close that he could smell her perfume. "Although I must admit, you have... a certain charm. Now I understand what Alastor found in you."

"I see questions in your eyes, don't worry, you'll soon find out. I can't tell you everything, you have to figure it out yourself. I don't want to take your job away, detective."

Lucifer looked at her defiantly, trying not to show fear. Eve sighed and stepped back, taking out a phone from her pocket.

"I think we should invite one more guest to our little party," she said, dialing a number.

"Hello, darling," Eve said in a sweet voice, picking up a sharp knife. "I have a little surprise for you here. I have a very interesting guest visiting me. It seems you know each other?"

She pressed the speakerphone button, and Alastor's familiar voice filled the room: "Eve? What's going on? Who are you talking about?"

"Oh, I'm sure you can guess," Eve replied, looking directly at Lucifer. "Medium height, blond, with a very sharp tongue and beautiful blue eyes, which are now filled with fear and incomprehension. Your favorite detective."

Silence fell on the line. Lucifer could almost physically feel the tension hanging in the air. Then Alastor's voice, tense and worried, asked: "Lucifer? What have you done to him, Eve?"

"Oh, nothing yet," she replied flippantly, playing with the knife in her free hand and approaching the detective. "But that could change... depending on your cooperation."

She came closer, holding a long sharp knife. Lucifer tensed as she put the blade to his throat. The cold steel touched his skin, causing an involuntary shiver.

"You know, Alastor," Eve said, lightly running the tip of the knife along the detective's cheek, "it would be a shame to ruin such a handsome face, don't you think?"

Lucifer tried to shout something through the gag, but could only produce muffled moans. Eve leaned towards him, removing the knife, her eyes shining with dangerous pleasure.

"Quiet, detective," she said. "The adults are talking."

"Eve, listen," Alastor's voice became pleading. "This is between us. He has nothing to do with this."

Eve laughed, and that laugh made Lucifer shudder. There wasn't a hint of joy in it, only cold cruelty.

"Oh, Alastor. You've always been so... naive. Of course, the detective has everything to do with this. He's become... an obstacle. An obstacle that needs to be removed."

"What do you want?" Alastor asked after a pause. His voice sounded tired and strained.

"Don't you know? I don't want to reveal your dirty secret now, you don't want the detective to be completely disappointed in you, he still seems to trust you," Eve replied, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Eve, I..."

"Shh," Eve interrupted him. "Don't rush to answer, darling. Think carefully. You don't want to say goodbye to your dear detective, do you?"

She approached Lucifer, still holding the phone. "Maybe you want to hear his voice? Make sure he's okay?"

Without waiting for an answer, Eve brought the phone to Lucifer's face. "Come on, detective," she said with feigned kindness. "Say something to our friend."

Lucifer met her gaze, his eyes flashing with anger, as he couldn't say anything. Eve frowned, her face reflecting disappointment. "Well, it seems our dear Agent Morningstar has swallowed his tongue, how sad."

Eve slowly lowered the phone, her gaze still fixed on Lucifer. "You have 24 hours, Alastor," she said coldly. "Use them wisely." With these words, she ended the call, leaving a heavy silence hanging in the air.

She put the phone on the metal table and slowly approached the chair where Lucifer was sitting. Her steps echoed in the silence of the basement, creating a tense rhythm. Eve took another chair and placed it directly in front of the detective, sitting so close that their knees almost touched.

Lucifer frowned and tried to speak, but only a muffled sound escaped from under the tape. Eve laughed and raised her hand, gently slapping his cheek. "You know, detective, you've become much more attractive with your mouth taped," she said. "No witty comments, no clever remarks. Just silence." Her fingers lightly ran across his cheek, leaving a slight burning sensation.

Eve sighed, as if disappointed by his attempts to speak. "But I suppose we can't continue our conversation in this format, can we?" She reached out and with a quick motion ripped the tape off his mouth.

Lucifer winced in pain, but almost immediately his lips stretched into an ironic smile. "You know, Eve," he said, trying to speak despite the dryness in his mouth, "if you wanted to ask me out on a date, there are much simpler ways... But kidnapping? That's a bit extreme, don't you think?"

Eve raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised by his reaction. "Your sense of humor really knows no bounds, detective. Even in such a situation, you find the strength to joke."

"What can I say? It's a gift and a curse," Lucifer replied, trying to stay calm. "But perhaps you could explain to me what's going on?"

Eve stood up and began to walk slowly around the chair where Lucifer was sitting. Her steps were slow, measured, as if she was considering every word before speaking it.

"You're very inquisitive, detective," she said finally. "And this curiosity has led you here. Actually, I would have allowed you to continue playing detective, but you interfered in some matters that require a quick response."

Lucifer tried to turn his head to follow her with his gaze, but it was difficult due to how he was tied. "And these matters concern Alastor, am I understanding correctly?"

Eve stopped right in front of him, her eyes narrowing. "Alastor... Yes, it all comes down to him, doesn't it? You two have become very close lately. Maybe even too close."

"We're just colleagues," Lucifer replied, trying to understand where she was going with this. "And friends, maybe. But I still don't understand why this elicits such a... reaction from you."

Eve leaned towards him, her face just a few centimeters from his. "You don't understand? Really? And I thought you were a better detective, Lucifer. Can't you see what's happening right under your nose?"

Lucifer tried to stay calm, although his heart was beating faster. "Why don't you enlighten me? Because I'm honestly still in the dark. And not just figuratively, by the way."

Eve straightened up and stepped back a few paces. She picked up some object from the table, but Lucifer couldn't make out what it was. "Alastor... he's special. Unique. And he and I have certain... arrangements. Arrangements that you're jeopardizing by your presence in his life."

Lucifer frowned, trying to understand the hidden meaning of her words. "Arrangements? What are you talking about? Alastor never mentioned any..."

"Of course he didn't mention," Eve interrupted. "Because it's not something you share with casual acquaintances. Even if these acquaintances consider themselves friends, and even if you're fucking these friends."

She came closer, holding a small object in her hand. Lucifer tensed, expecting something unpleasant, but Eve simply placed the object - which turned out to be an ordinary notebook - on the table nearby.

Lucifer felt his professional curiosity awakening, despite the situation. "What did he do?"

Eve smiled, but this smile was full of sadness. "Oh, that's not my story to tell. Let Alastor tell that fragment of the story himself. For your own good."

"For my own good?" Lucifer repeated sarcastically. "And that's why you kidnapped me and tied me up in a basement? Very considerate of you."

Eve turned to him, her eyes cold and determined. "I'm doing what I have to. What's necessary."

"Necessary for what?" Lucifer asked, feeling his professional curiosity battling with his self-preservation instinct.

Eve leaned towards him, her voice becoming quieter, almost intimate. "To keep everything as it is. To keep certain... arrangements in force. To keep certain people satisfied and not asking uncomfortable questions."

"And what's next?" Lucifer asked, trying to stay calm. "Are you planning to keep me here forever?"

Eve sat down opposite him again, her gaze serious and focused. "No, of course not. We have 24 hours. 24 hours to decide what to do with you."

"And after these 24 hours?"

"After these 24 hours, detective, everything will depend on Alastor. And on you." Lucifer tried to look away to examine the room. "Don't try to escape, detective. It will only make your situation worse."

Lucifer gathered his thoughts and tried to change tactics. "You're making a big mistake," he croaked.

Eve laughed. "Oh, really? And why is that?"

"My team will find me. They won't leave me in trouble. And when they find you..."

A sudden slap to the face interrupted his words. Lucifer's head jerked to the side, and he tasted metal in his mouth.

"Don't threaten me, detective," Eve hissed. "You're very brave," she said quietly. "But sometimes bravery can be dangerous. Especially when you don't know who you're dealing with."

With these words, Eve left the room, leaving Lucifer alone in the semi-darkness of the basement. The sound of her footsteps gradually faded, and the detective was left alone with his thoughts and many unanswered questions.

Lucifer took a deep breath, trying to gather his thoughts. The situation was much more serious and complicated than he could have imagined. He tried to move, but the ropes were tied too tightly. Eve knew her business - that was obvious. But why? Who is she really? And what role does Alastor play in all of this?

Lucifer closed his eyes, trying to remember every detail of their conversations with Alastor, every hint or strange behavior that could shed light on this situation. Was he really that blind?

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Alastor was standing in the middle of the precinct arguing with Vaggie, as they couldn't reach the agent, although it's worth noting that Vaggie was yelling at Alastor while he stood with a calm face, when suddenly the sharp ring of Alastor's mobile phone cut through the air. He looked at the screen in surprise and his face instantly paled.

"Who is it?" Vaggie said nervously, looking at Alastor's reaction.

"Excuse me, I must answer," he muttered and stepped away.

The agents watched as Alastor listened, his shoulders tensing with each second. When he finally lowered the phone, his hand was shaking.

"Um, I have two pieces of news: good and bad. The good news is that I know where our detective is, and the bad news is he's with the most dangerous woman in the criminal world," Alastor finally said, his voice hoarse with tension.

"Wow, things are shit," Anthony remarked. "Wait, how does she know your number?"

"It's actually a very long story." Vaggie suddenly grabbed Alastor by the collar of his shirt, pressing him against the wall. "You'd better tell everything you know, and immediately. Who is this woman? Why did she kidnap Lucifer? And what the hell is going on? And what direct relation do you have to this?"

"Vaggie, your shouting isn't helping right now," he grabbed Vaggie's hands, pushing her away from himself.

"Answer the questions, Alastor," Vaggie threatened him.

Alastor took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. "I had a terrible father and one day I decided to teach him a lesson in quite an interesting way, and Eve caught me red-handed. Of course, she wasn't as influential then, but she already had connections and money. She liked my work and in exchange for her silence and erasing all evidence, she offered a deal."

"What kind of deal?" said Anthony, trying to understand.

"Eve forced me to work for her, following orders. Essentially, I became her hired killer, but I had no choice, she had everything on me - evidence, witnesses, video. I tried to find a loophole in the deal, but there wasn't one." Silence fell in the room. Anthony whistled, and Emily looked shocked, but Alastor paid no attention to this. "I worked for her for years. Carried out her orders, eliminated her enemies. But when I met Lucifer... everything changed. I decided I'd had enough. And that I didn't want to be anyone's pet. I, so to speak, ignored her order for weeks and it made her very angry," Alastor continued, his voice not losing firmness.

"Wait, you..." Vaggie began, but Alastor didn't let her finish. "Yes, I'm the same psychopath you've been looking for, my dears. Isn't it impressive?" Alastor smiled.

"You're under arrest, you bastard," Vaggie pointed her weapon at him, but Anthony put his hand on Vaggie's shoulder, calming her. "Stop... He's the only one who knows where the Boss is, and how to bypass security without noise." Vaggie took a deep breath, trying to calm down. "You know what? I'm not arresting you right now only because you're the only one who can help save Lucifer, but if anything happens to him, you'll definitely get a bullet in the head, understood?" Alastor nodded. "Fair enough."

"You refused to follow orders and now she kidnapped Lucifer as revenge?" Emily asked.

Alastor shook his head. "Not exactly. She's using him as leverage. She wants me to return to work."

Vaggie frowned. "Do you know where she's keeping him?"

"Yes," Alastor nodded. "She usually uses the basement of her office for such matters."

"Then what are we waiting for?" Anthony rushed to the door. "Let's storm the place!"

Alastor raised his hand, stopping him. "Not so fast. Eve isn't stupid. We need a plan."

Vaggie crossed her arms. "And what's your plan?" Alastor looked at everyone. "I'll go to her."

"What?" all three exclaimed simultaneously.

"That's insane," Vaggie said. "She might kill you." Alastor shook his head. "No, she won't. I'm still under contract, remember? She wants me back to work. Eve will let me in."

"And then what?" Anthony asked. "You'll just ask her to release Lucifer?"

Alastor smiled, but there wasn't a trace of joy in his smile. "No. I'll try to destroy everything from the inside."

"What do you mean?" Emily asked.

Alastor began to explain: "I'll pretend I'm ready to come back. I'll tell her everything she wants to hear. And then, when she lets her guard down, I'll find Lucifer and try to free him."

"It's incredibly dangerous," Vaggie remarked. "What if something goes wrong?"

"Then you'll intervene," Alastor replied. "You'll be nearby, ready to burst in at the first signal. The main thing is for you to neutralize the security, I'll buy time for you."

Vaggie thought for a moment, then nodded. "Alright. But we need to plan everything in detail."

The team spent the next few hours developing every detail of the plan. Alastor told everything he knew about her office - its location, possible entrances and exits, the number of guards Eve usually used.

Anthony drew an approximate plan of the building on the board. "So, you enter through the main entrance..."

"Yes," Alastor confirmed. "They'll search me, but that's okay. I'm not planning to take any weapons."

"Are you sure?" Emily asked with concern.

Alastor nodded. "Absolutely. If they find a weapon on me, the whole plan will fail before it even starts."

"Okay," Vaggie said. "You enter, meet with Eve. What next?"

"I'll play her game," Alastor replied. "I'll say I'm ready to come back, that I've realized my mistakes. She'll want to hear repentance, and I'll give her that."

The team continued to discuss the details of the plan. They considered every possible scenario, every potential problem.

"Okay," Vaggie finally said. "It seems we have a plan. But I still think it's too risky."

Alastor looked at her. "We have no choice. If we try to storm the office, Eve might harm Lucifer. This is our only chance to get him out of there alive."

When it was time to act, Alastor felt adrenaline beginning to pulse in his veins. He got into his car and drove to the huge building. Vaggie, Anthony, and Emily followed him at a safe distance in an inconspicuous van.

Arriving, Alastor took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. He got out of the car and confidently headed towards the entrance. Two guards met him at the door. "Hands up," one of them said, approaching with a metal detector.

Alastor obeyed, allowing them to search him. As he had predicted, they found nothing suspicious.

"Clear," the guard said. "Go ahead."

Alastor walked confidently through the corridors of Eve's office. The atmosphere was tense - guards watched his every move closely. Their gazes were cold and wary. He felt the heavy gaze of surveillance cameras drilling into his back.

Entering the elevator, Alastor pressed the button for the lowest floor. The cabin moved down, and with each floor, the atmosphere became increasingly gloomy. It seemed as if the very air was thickening around him.

When the doors opened, Alastor found himself in a dimly lit corridor. The walls were gray and featureless. He moved forward, his steps echoing in the oppressive silence. Alastor turned the corner and saw heavy metal doors at the end of the corridor.

He took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts, and pressed the handle. The doors opened with a dull creak, as if reluctantly letting him inside.

The room behind the doors was small and gloomy. The dim light of a single lamp on the ceiling barely dispersed the darkness. The air was stale and heavy, filled with the smell of moisture and fear. His eyes quickly assessed the situation. In the center of the room, Lucifer sat on a chair. The detective looked exhausted, with a dark bruise visible under his left eye. Dried blood on his temple had trickled down his cheek in a thin stream. Despite the fatigue and visible signs of mistreatment, a spark of determination still burned in Lucifer's eyes.

Eve stood nearby, elegant as always in her black suit. Seeing Alastor, she smiled. "And here's our hero," Eve said, her voice sweet but with notes of sarcasm. "Come to save your damsel in distress? I must admit your dear detective is quite resilient." Alastor's gaze was focused on Lucifer.

"Is he alright?" he asked, trying to hide the concern in his voice.

Eve waved her hand. "Oh, don't worry. He's alive... for now." She turned to Lucifer. "Although it seems our dear detective is a bit tired of our hospitality. Isn't that right, darling?" Lucifer silently stared at her, his eyes full of anger and disgust.

Alastor took a step forward, trying to remain calm. "Eve, let's talk," he said quietly. "We had an agreement."

"Oh, wait, which part of the agreement are we talking about? The part where you obediently follow my orders? Or the part where I promise to eliminate the detective if you don't fulfill our agreements?" Eve smiled.

"The part where you release Lucifer if I return to my work," Alastor clarified, trying not to look at Lucifer.

"The terms weren't like that, Alastor. It seems you've lost your knack for making deals. After all, it sounded like this: you kill that guy, and only then do I release your detective." She suddenly stopped and turned to Lucifer. Her gaze became sharp, studying. Lucifer looked at both of them, his eyes moving between Alastor and Eve. An expression of gradual realization, mixed with disbelief and pain, appeared on his face.

Eve smiled, noticing the change in the detective's eyes. "Oh, it seems our dear detective is beginning to understand something," she said softly, but there was malice in her voice.

Alastor turned sharply to her. "Eve, don't..." he began, but she interrupted him.

"Why not, Alastor? Isn't it time to reveal the whole truth? Isn't this what Lucifer wanted?" Eve turned to Lucifer. "You see, detective, your dear Alastor isn't as innocent as you thought."

Lucifer looked at them with wide eyes, filled with incomprehension and pain.

"Alastor worked for me, was my obedient pet. He performed the dirtiest tasks for me, and did it flawlessly and elegantly," Eve continued, her voice cold and clear. "By the way, all those horrible murders you so desperately investigated – that's his work. How do you like that truth?" Lucifer trembled as if from a physical blow. His eyes filled with tears that he tried to hold back.

"Oh, detective, are those tears?" Eve said with feigned sympathy. "Isn't it ironic? You fell in love with the killer you've been chasing for so long."

Alastor stood motionless, his face a mask of pain and guilt. "Lucifer, I..." he began, but the words stuck in his throat.

"Betrayal hurts, doesn't it?" Eve continued, addressing Lucifer. "To trust someone, and then learn the truth..."

Tears now flowed freely down Lucifer's cheeks. He looked at Alastor with an expression of deep pain and betrayal.

"Alastor, look what you've done. You broke his heart. How sweet." She approached Lucifer and stroked his cheek. "Poor detective. I almost feel sorry for you."

Lucifer felt his world crumbling to pieces. Every word from Eve was like a knife to his heart. He looked at Alastor, the man he trusted, whom he... loved, and couldn't believe what he was hearing. Tears flowed freely down his cheeks, mixing with the dried blood.

His eyes reflected a whole range of emotions - shock, disbelief, pain, betrayal. But worst of all was the look of a person whose world had just been destroyed. Lucifer felt his heart breaking into pieces. Each beat resonated with pain in his chest.

Eve approached Lucifer and began to remove the tape from his mouth. "It seems the detective has something to say to you, Alastor," she said with a smile. "Maybe it's time to hear his thoughts on all this?"

Lucifer took a deep breath. His lips trembled when he finally spoke, his voice hoarse from silence and emotions.

"Alastor..." he began, and there was so much pain in this single word that it seemed it could crack the very air.

Alastor stepped forward; his eyes full of despair. "Lucifer, I can explain everything..."

"Alastor..." he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. "Tell me it's not true. Please..."

But Alastor remained silent, his face a mask of agony and guilt. This silence was worse than any confession.

Eve continued her cruel game, enjoying the pain. "Oh, detective, don't be so naive. Of course it's true. Your dear Alastor is a cold-blooded killer. And you know what? He enjoyed every minute, every scream."

Lucifer closed his eyes, trying to escape this reality. But Eve's words continued to echo in his head. "I trusted you," he said.

Eve laughed. "Oh, what a touching scene. A killer and a detective, united by love. But can love survive such betrayal?"

"You know what's funniest, detective?" Eve continued; her voice as sweet as honey but as poisonous as the strongest venom. "Alastor was my best killer and I respected and valued him very much, but then you appeared. And suddenly our cold-blooded and heartless killer realized that he actually has a heart. He began to hesitate." Alastor tensed but didn't object. Eve continued: "I warned him. I said that if he tried to leave the game, you would be the first to suffer. And you know what? He didn't listen to me and didn't even warn you about the danger, that's the kind of hero he is. A weakling who didn't dare to tell you the truth to save you." Lucifer looked at Alastor, his eyes full of pain and incomprehension, but after these words, something else appeared in them, hope?

Alastor felt the situation spiraling out of control. He knew he had to do something, but what?

"Well... I'm tired of this love drama, it's making me sick," Eve mimicked a gag reflex. "You know, detective, the fact that he discovered the existence of his heart changes nothing. He's still a killer. And he still belongs to me."

She pulled out a gun and pointed it at Lucifer. "And now it's time to test how strong these new... feelings of our dear Alastor are."

Eve held out the gun to Alastor. "Hold!" she ordered, cruelty evident in her voice.

Alastor looked at the extended gun, his hand trembling as he slowly took it. He raised his gaze to Lucifer, and their eyes met. The detective's gaze showed fear, mixed with hope and... trust?

"I... I can't do this," Alastor whispered, lowering the gun. His voice trembled with emotion.

Eve sneered contemptuously. "How predictable. You've become weak, Alastor. This detective is your greatest weakness, and weaknesses need to be eliminated. Well, it's time to end this circ…"

Suddenly, the air was torn by a loud shout: "Everybody freeze!"

Vaggie burst into the room, holding a gun. Her eyes blazed with anger as she assessed the situation.

Eve reacted instantly, snatching the gun from Alastor's hands, and pointing it at Lucifer. Lucifer closed his eyes, preparing for the worst. Time seemed to stop.

A shot rang out.

However, the expected pain didn't come. He slowly opened his eyes and saw Alastor's figure in front of him. He slowly stepped back from Eve, clutching his stomach. Blood was seeping through his fingers. He staggered and fell to his knees.

"Alastor!" Lucifer shouted, trying to break free from his bonds. Without thinking, Vaggie fired a shot, hitting Eve in the leg. She screamed in pain, falling to the floor and grabbing her injured limb.

"How this bitch pisses me off," Vaggie hissed, lowering her gun. Meanwhile, Emily and Anthony had already freed the detective, who could barely stand after hours in an uncomfortable position. However, all of this was unimportant. Lucifer could barely hear what was happening around him. His entire world narrowed to Alastor, who lay bleeding. He felt his heart breaking with pain and fear.

"No no no. You fool! What have you done?" Lucifer screamed, running to him. "An ambulance will be here soon. Oh God, this isn't just a shoulder wound..."

Eve, whom Vaggie was handcuffing, turned to Lucifer, her eyes shining with a mad fire. "Oh, detective, you're still trying to save him? After everything he's done? After all those people he killed?"

"Hang on, please," Lucifer begged, pressing Alastor to himself.

"I told you I don't really like parties where you have to catch bullets," Alastor smiled faintly.

Eve watched this scene with a mixture of disgust and fascination. "What irony," she said. "You, the best killer I've ever known, will die protecting the detective who was hunting you."

"Fuck off already, how much can you talk?" Anthony shouted while on the phone with the ambulance driver, as Lucifer tried to stop the bleeding, his eyes full of tears and despair.

Alastor smiled weakly, his face pale from blood loss. "Detective... I need to apologize," he whispered. "I lied to you... I'm so sorry..."

"Be quiet, we'll talk after you recover, understood?" His hands were shaking, desperately pressing on the wound, Alastor's blood seeping through the detective's fingers, leaving warm, sticky traces on his skin.

"Detective..."

"I'm so angry at you for lying, for doing this stupid thing," Lucifer continued, trying to stop the bleeding, though he could barely see through his tears.

"Detective..."

"I promise that when you recover, I'll shoot you myself, but first you have to survive."

"Luci..." only this form of his name made him look into Alastor's eyes.

"Luci," Alastor whispered, focusing his gaze on Lucifer's face with his last strength, "smile... I've told you before that tears don't suit you at all."

Lucifer tried to smile through his tears, his heart breaking with pain. "I'll smile when you recover, okay? You have to hold on. You can't just leave without explaining everything to me."

Alastor raised a trembling hand, trying to touch Lucifer's face. The detective caught his hand, pressing it to his cheek, feeling the warmth gradually leaving Alastor's fingers.

"I'm so sorry... forgive me for everything..." Alastor whispered, his voice becoming weaker. "I... I love you," he barely uttered these words before his eyes closed, and he began to lose consciousness.

"Alastor! No, don't leave me!" Lucifer screamed, pressing him closer. "How can you say that and leave me? You have no right! Wake up, do you hear? Wake up!"

The sound of ambulance sirens began to approach, breaking the night silence. Lucifer felt panic overtaking him. He pressed Alastor to his chest, desperately trying to feel his breathing, his heartbeat. Tears flowed freely down his face, falling onto Alastor's pale face.

Vaggie pressed Eve harder to the floor, her eyes blazing with anger. "If he dies, you'll answer for this," she hissed at Eve.

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"Patient unconscious, massive blood loss!" shouted one of the doctors, beginning to examine the wound. "Blood pressure dropping, immediate transfusion needed!"

Lucifer watched as the paramedics loaded the unconscious Alastor into the ambulance. His heart was constricting with pain. He couldn't allow himself to stay here while Alastor was in such a state.

"I'm coming with you," he said firmly, wiping tears from his eyes.

"No, detective, that's not possible," one of the paramedics shook his head.

Lucifer felt anger rising within him. "You don't understand. I have to be with him. I'm the FBI agent leading this case. I won't leave him alone."

The paramedics exchanged glances. Lucifer saw their hesitation and decided to push harder.

"Listen, I won't interfere. He took a bullet because of me. I won't forgive myself if something happens." Something in his voice, perhaps desperation or sincerity, made the paramedics soften.

Finally, one of the paramedics sighed. "Alright. But you must follow our instructions and not interfere with our work. Understood?" Lucifer nodded, feeling relief.

He quickly climbed into the ambulance and sat in the corner, not taking his eyes off Alastor's pale face. The doors closed, and the vehicle started moving, sirens blaring.

In the cramped space of the ambulance, Lucifer suddenly felt the reality of the situation hit him full force. He looked down at his hands and saw they were completely covered in Alastor's blood. They were shaking uncontrollably, and he couldn't calm them.

Without thinking, he ran his hands through his hair, trying somehow to cope with the overwhelming emotions. Only then did he realize he had stained his golden locks with Alastor's blood.

"God," he whispered, looking at his hands with horror and despair. Suddenly, the monitors connected to Alastor began to beep shrilly.

"Cardiac arrest!" shouted one of the paramedics. "Starting resuscitation!"

Lucifer felt his own heart stop in horror. He watched as the paramedics worked on Alastor, performing CPR and using the defibrillator.

"No, no, no, you can't just give up like this," he whispered, feeling tears streaming down his cheeks. "Don't you dare give up. Not now."

Seconds felt like hours, but finally, the monitor began to show a heartbeat again.

"We have a pulse!" announced the paramedic with relief.

Lucifer felt his body go limp with relief. He closed his eyes, trying to cope with the overwhelming emotions.

"He'll be okay," said one of the paramedics, noticing Lucifer's condition. "Agent, breathe, otherwise we'll have to resuscitate you, and we don't have time for that."

Lucifer nodded, not trusting his voice. He looked at Alastor again, who lay so pale and motionless. Lucifer had never seen him so vulnerable.

For the rest of the journey to the hospital, Lucifer spent not taking his eyes off Alastor, afraid that if he turned away for even a moment, something would go wrong again. His hands were still shaking, covered in dried blood, but he no longer paid attention to it. All that mattered was Alastor and his fight for life.

When they finally arrived at the hospital, everything happened as if in a fog. Alastor was quickly taken to the operating room, while Lucifer was left standing in the middle of the emergency department, feeling lost and drained. 

A doctor approached him, carefully examining his condition. His eyes stopped on Lucifer's blood-stained hands, the cuts on his face.

"Sir," the doctor said firmly, but with notes of compassion in his voice. "You need medical attention. Let us examine you."

Lucifer slowly turned his gaze to the doctor, as if only now realizing his presence. His eyes were clouded, full of pain and anxiety.

"No, there's no need," he replied in a hoarse voice. "I'm fine."

The doctor frowned, clearly disagreeing with this statement. "Sir, you have multiple cuts, possible internal injuries. You've lost a lot of blood. We need to conduct a full examination."

Lucifer shook his head, his gaze wandering again in the direction where Alastor had been taken. "You don't understand. I can't... I have to be here."

The doctor sighed, understanding that he was dealing not just with a stubborn patient, but with a person in a state of severe emotional stress. "Listen," he said more softly. "I understand that you're worried about your friend. But you won't help him if you lose consciousness from blood loss yourself. Let us help you so you can be there for him."

For a moment, it seemed that the doctor's words reached Lucifer. His eyes met the doctor's, and a flicker of understanding passed through them. But then he shook his head again.

"I'm fine," he said quietly but firmly. "Really. I just need to... wait here."

The doctor looked at him for a few more seconds, clearly struggling with the desire to insist. But then, realizing he couldn't convince this stubborn man, he sighed heavily.

"Alright," he said finally. "But if you feel dizzy, weak, or the pain increases, immediately notify a nurse."

Lucifer nodded, not looking at the doctor. "Okay," he mumbled.

The doctor sighed once more and, casting a last concerned look at Lucifer, slowly walked away, occasionally looking back as if hoping the detective would change his mind.

Lucifer remained standing in the middle of the emergency department, his gaze fixed on the operating room doors behind which Alastor had disappeared. He didn't even notice when a nurse approached and silently placed a chair next to him, understanding that this could be a long wait.

***

The sirens of the ambulance pierced the night silence as the vehicle raced through the city streets. Inside, a tense atmosphere prevailed. Vaggie sat pressed against the wall, her gaze fixed on Eve, who lay on the stretcher. Anthony settled nearby, nervously tapping his fingers on his knee.

The doctor, a young paramedic with blond hair and kind eyes, leaned over Eve, examining her injured leg. His hands moved confidently, checking the damage.

"Well," he finally said, straightening up, "you're lucky. The bullet went clean through without hitting the bone. Whoever shot you has a great eye."

Vaggie couldn't suppress a smug smile. "Thanks for the compliment," she said, crossing her arms over her chest.

Eve, who had been lying silently until this moment, suddenly spoke up. Her face was pale with pain, but her eyes blazed with defiance. "You should have aimed for the head, darling," she hissed through her teeth.

Vaggie leaned forward, her eyes narrowing. "Oh, believe me, I wanted to. But I decided you'd better live a little longer. In prison."

Eve laughed, but her laughter quickly turned into a painful groan. "How kind of you. But you know, if you had shot me in the head, I wouldn't have seen your precious Agent Morningstar suffer. And that's a sight I wouldn't want to miss."

Anthony, who had been sitting silently until now, turned sharply to Eve. His usually cheerful face was distorted with anger. "Shut up already," he snarled. "You've done enough damage. Alastor is fighting for his life because of you."

Eve slowly turned her gaze to Anthony, her lips curling into a cold smile. "Oh, poor Alastor. Who would have thought he'd sacrifice himself for some agent? You know, your dear boss should have been in Alastor's place right now."

Vaggie abruptly stood up, her fists clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned white. "You, vile..."

The doctor, who had been trying to maintain professionalism, finally intervened. "We've arrived," he said, his voice tense. "Please, let's focus on safely delivering the patient to the emergency department."

The ambulance stopped, and the doors of the compartment opened. Anthony and Vaggie exchanged glances, knowing their conversation with Eve was far from over, but now there were more urgent matters. They had to find out about Alastor's condition and make sure Lucifer was alright. They checked the security now standing at the entrance to the operating room where Eve was being operated on and drove to another hospital.

***

Lucifer sat in the hospital waiting room, tired and exhausted. His clothes were crumpled and stained with blood, and his hands, which he held on his knees, were covered in Alastor's dried blood. The detective's eyes were red from fatigue and tears he had been holding back.

Every half hour, doctors or nurses approached him, trying to convince him to receive medical attention. They saw the bruises on his face, cuts on his arms, and his overall exhausted state.

"Agent Morningstar," the on-duty nurse addressed him gently, "please allow us to examine you. You may have internal injuries."

Lucifer just shook his head, not taking his eyes off the operating room doors. "I'm fine," he muttered. "Just... just leave me alone." The nurse sighed but stepped back, understanding that she couldn't convince this man.

Suddenly, the doors of the reception area burst open, and Vaggie and Anthony rushed in. Their eyes quickly found Lucifer, and they rushed to him.

Lucifer slowly stood up and immediately found himself in the embrace of his colleagues. He involuntarily hissed in pain when Vaggie squeezed him a bit too tightly.

Vaggie pulled away and carefully examined her boss. Her eyes widened with concern. "Boss, you urgently need medical attention," she said firmly.

Lucifer smiled weakly. "I'm fine, Vaggie. Just scratches."

Anthony shook his head. "You look like someone who's been through a meat grinder and then run over by a truck. Don't be stubborn."

Lucifer sighed and slowly sat back down on the chair. "I can't... I have to be here when they finish the surgery."

Vaggie and Anthony exchanged worried glances but decided not to insist further. They sat down next to Lucifer.

"How long has he been in surgery?" Anthony asked after a minute of silence.

Lucifer rubbed his tired eyes. "It's been six hours now," he answered in a hoarse voice.

Vaggie gently placed her hand on Lucifer's shoulder. "He's strong, boss. He'll pull through."

Lucifer nodded, not trusting his voice to respond. They sat for another two hours in tense silence, interrupted only by a few attempts by the medical staff to convince Lucifer to get help. Each time he refused, his gaze not leaving the operating room doors.

Finally, the doors opened, and the surgeon came out. Despite the pain throughout his body, Lucifer jumped up and rushed to the doctor.

"How is he? Is he alive? Will he be alright?" The questions flew from his lips before he could stop himself.

The surgeon looked at him with a tired but professional gaze. "Excuse me, but who are you to him?"

"I... I..." Lucifer suddenly stumbled, not knowing what to answer the doctor. He opened his mouth but couldn't utter a word.

"We're FBI agents," Vaggie suddenly said, showing her badge. "Alastor is our colleague and an important witness in the case."

The surgeon nodded; his professional gaze now focused on Lucifer. "I see. I think you need medical attention too, agent," he said seriously.

"No, no, I'm fine," Lucifer insisted, although he felt his strength gradually leaving him. "Just tell me how he is."

The surgeon sighed but decided to answer the question first. "The operation was successful. We managed to remove the bullet and stop the internal bleeding. The patient is now stable but still in critical condition. The next 48 hours will be crucial."

Lucifer felt his heart skip a beat when he heard the surgeon's words. Relief washed over him in a wave. "He... he will live?" Lucifer asked, his voice trembling with hope and fear simultaneously.

The surgeon nodded, a slight smile appearing on his tired face. "Yes, agent. Your colleague has a strong and young body, so we predict a positive outcome."

Lucifer closed his eyes, feeling tears of relief flowing down his cheeks. He didn't try to hold them back, too exhausted to hide his emotions.

"Thank you," he whispered. "Thank you for everything you've done."

Suddenly, the world around Lucifer began to spin. He staggered, feeling as if the floor was giving way beneath his feet.

"Whoa... something's..." he mumbled, trying to keep his balance.

Vaggie was instantly by his side, supporting her boss by the shoulders. "Lucifer, you can barely stand," she said worriedly.

Anthony approached from the other side, helping Vaggie hold Lucifer up. "She's right. You look really shitty."

The surgeon quickly assessed the situation and signaled to the nurses. "Prepare a room immediately," he ordered, then turned to the agents: "Let's get him there. He needs immediate examination."

They led Lucifer to the nearest examination room, practically carrying him. Lucifer tried to protest, but his voice was weak and uncertain.

"I'm fine... just a bit tired..." he mumbled, but his words sounded unconvincing even to himself.

When they reached the examination room, Vaggie and Anthony carefully helped Lucifer lie down on the bed. He groaned in pain when his body finally relaxed on the soft surface.

Vaggie sat down on a chair next to the bed, her face full of concern. Anthony stood on the other side, crossing his arms over his chest, and watching his boss with anxiety.

A few minutes later, a doctor entered the room with a tray containing various medical instruments and supplies. He quickly examined Lucifer, his experienced eyes noticing all visible damage.

"Alright, let's see," said the doctor, beginning the examination. "You have numerous cuts on your arms, are these damages from ropes?" he asked, carefully turning Lucifer's arm for a better look.

Lucifer nodded, trying not to flinch from the pain. The doctor signaled to the nurse, and she quickly brought antiseptic solution and sterile wipes.

"This might sting a bit," the doctor warned before starting to treat the wounds.

Lucifer clenched his teeth as the antiseptic touched the open wounds. The nurse meanwhile prepared bandages and dressings.

He continued the examination, noting each injury. When he reached Lucifer's shoulder, his eyebrows raised.

"This scar... it has recently reopened," he said, carefully examining the wound. "We'll have to put in a few stitches."

The doctor took a sterile pack of instruments and began preparing for the procedure. He carefully cleaned the area around the wound, then took a syringe with anesthetic.

Anthony couldn't suppress a smile, watching his boss's grimaces. "Who would have thought that the great and mighty Lucifer Morningstar is afraid of a little needle," he joked.

Lucifer shot him an angry look. "I'm not afraid of needles, Anthony. I just... ouch!" he hissed again as the doctor began stitching the wound.

Vaggie shook her head, but relief shone in her eyes. "At least now you're getting proper medical care," she said. "I don't understand how you could ignore your condition for so long."

The doctor continued working, applying stitches, and treating wounds. He occasionally glanced at Vaggie and Anthony. "Is your boss always this stubborn?" he asked with a hint of humor in his voice.

Vaggie and Anthony exchanged glances and answered simultaneously: "Yes, that's very much like him."

"You have no idea how much," Vaggie added.

Lucifer rolled his eyes. "I'm still here, you know," he muttered.

"Done," he announced. "Now we need to apply a bandage to your arms to protect the wounds and stitches."

The doctor began carefully wrapping Lucifer's arms with a bandage, making sure the dressing wasn't too tight but snug enough to hold everything in place.

"How does it feel?" the doctor asked, finishing with the bandage.

Lucifer wiggled his fingers. "Fine. A bit unusual, but it doesn't hurt."

"Good," the doctor nodded. "You'll need to change the dressings every day and watch for signs of infection. If you notice redness, swelling, or increased temperature - seek medical attention immediately."

Lucifer nodded, but his thoughts had already returned to Alastor. "Can I visit Alastor now?" he asked, trying to sit up.

The doctor gently but firmly placed a hand on his shoulder. "Not so fast, detective. You need rest. We'll set up an IV with antibiotics and painkillers."

Lucifer wanted to object, but Vaggie beat him to it. "Don't even start," she said. "You'll stay here and rest, and I promise to inform you if there's any news about Alastor. Deal?"

Lucifer sighed, realizing he had lost this battle. "Fine," he muttered. "But you have to promise to tell me as soon as you learn anything."

Anthony nodded. "I promise. Now rest."

The doctor set up the IV, and Lucifer felt the medication starting to work. His eyes gradually closed, and the last thing he saw before falling asleep was the concerned faces of his colleagues sitting next to his bed. When Lucifer finally fell asleep, Vaggie and Anthony exchanged tired but relieved glances.

"He'll be okay," Anthony said quietly so as not to wake Lucifer.

Vaggie nodded, her gaze fixed on their boss's peaceful face. "Yes, he will be. But this case..."

"What are we going to do next?" Anthony asked after a long pause.

Vaggie sighed deeply, rubbing her tired eyes. "We need to continue the investigation. Eve is still in custody at another hospital. We need to interrogate her as soon as the doctors give the go-ahead. Alastor... I don't know what to do... We need the boss to return to work so we can sort everything out."

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The hospital room was shrouded in silence, broken only by the rhythmic beep of life support machines. Sunlight filtering through the half-darkened blinds created an eerie play of light and shadow on Alastor's pale face.

Lucifer sat in a chair by the bed, his gaze fixed on the motionless figure of Alastor. A week had passed since that fateful day. Tubes and wires entwined his body like a web, sustaining life in the wounded man.

Alastor looked unnaturally pale and thin. His usually neatly combed hair was spread across the pillow, and his eyes were tightly closed. His chest barely rose and fell in sync with the ventilator. The bandages covering his chest and abdomen were a reminder of the terrible wound he had received while protecting Lucifer.

Lucifer felt his heart constrict with pain as he looked at Alastor. His own hands were still bandaged, a reminder of the torture he had endured. But the physical pain seemed insignificant compared to the emotional burden he felt.

"You idiot, Alastor," Lucifer whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion. "Why did you do it? Why did you sacrifice yourself for me? Why did you lie to me? So many questions and so few answers."

He ran a hand over his face, feeling the fatigue and pain of recent days accumulating in every cell of his body. "It should have been me. I should be lying here, not you. You know I'll never forgive myself for this."

Lucifer closed his eyes, remembering the moment when the bullet meant for him hit Alastor. He remembered the shock on his face, the blood spreading across his shirt, and the horror that gripped him.

He looked at his bandaged hands, feeling anger at himself growing with each second. "I should have been stronger, smarter. I shouldn't have let Eve catch me off guard. If I had been more careful, none of this would have happened. If you hadn't lied to me, this wouldn't have happened."

Lucifer stood up and walked to the window, looking at the city sprawled below. Life went on, people hurried about their business, unaware of the drama unfolding in this hospital room.

"You know, Alastor," he said, turning back to the bed, "I wish Eve hadn't told me the truth, it would have been much easier not to accept the fact that the person you loved turned out to be a killer." Lucifer smiled weakly, but the smile quickly faded as reality reminded itself with the beep of medical devices.

"You have to wake up, you hear?" he said, his voice trembling with emotion. "We still have so much to do, you have to explain everything to me yourself."

Lucifer sat back in the chair, feeling fatigue wash over him. The last few days had been exhausting - interrogations, paperwork, constant visits to the hospital. He had barely slept, torn between work and the desire to be near Alastor.

Suddenly, the silence of the ward was broken by the sound of a phone ringing. Lucifer flinched in surprise and quickly pulled the phone from his pocket. Vaggie's name lit up on the screen.

"Yes, Vaggie?" he answered, trying to make his voice sound normal.

"Boss, we have a problem," Vaggie's voice sounded tense. "Eve has been brought in for questioning."

Lucifer straightened in his chair, feeling adrenaline begin to pulse through his veins. "And? That's good, isn't it?"

"She refuses to talk," Vaggie continued. "Says she'll only communicate with you."

Lucifer felt his heart skip a beat. Eve... the woman who had caused all this horror. The woman because of whom Alastor now lay unconscious.

"She... what?" he asked, not believing his ears.

"She demands your presence," Vaggie repeated. "Says she won't talk to other agents. Only to you."

Lucifer felt anger beginning to boil inside him. How dare she? After everything she had done, she's still making demands?

"Boss?" Vaggie's voice pulled him from his thoughts. "What should we do?"

Lucifer took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He looked at Alastor's motionless body, and the decision came on its own.

"I'll be there in half an hour," he said firmly.

Lucifer burst into the department, his eyes blazing with determination and anger. Agents tried to quickly step away from Lucifer, fearing his wrath. He quickly scanned the room, looking for familiar faces.

"Where is she?" he asked sharply, approaching the duty officer's desk.

Vaggie, who was just coming out of the office, hearing his voice, hurried to him.

"Boss, she's in interrogation room four," Vaggie replied, trying to keep up with Lucifer, who was already heading towards the corridor with the interrogation rooms.

"Lucifer!" Vaggie shouted after him. "Keep yourself under control!"

But Lucifer wasn't listening anymore. He strode resolutely towards the fourth interrogation room, his steps echoing in the silence of the corridor. Stopping in front of the door, he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, and opened the door.

Eve was sitting at the table, her leg was bandaged, but it didn't prevent her from looking elegant and relaxed. Her hands were cuffed, how ironic, they had switched places. A slight smile played on her lips, as if she was waiting for a pleasant meeting, not an interrogation.

"Oh, Agent Morningstar," she said, her voice as sweet as honey. "I'm very glad to see you again."

Lucifer entered the room, closing the door behind him. His face was impenetrable, but fire burned in his eyes.

"Unfortunately, I can't return the sentiment," he replied dryly, sitting across from her.

Eve feigned surprise on her face, but a spark of amusement flashed in her eyes. "Didn't you enjoy our last meeting? And I thought we had such a good time."

Lucifer placed his hands on the table, ignoring the pain that shot through his wrists. The bandages on his hands contrasted sharply with the dark surface of the table.

Eve lowered her gaze to his hands, her smile widening. "Oh, were the ropes tied too tight? I asked my people to be more careful with you."

Lucifer instinctively removed his hands from the table, hiding them underneath. He felt anger boiling inside him but forced himself to remain calm.

"Enough games, Eve," he said firmly. "You know why you're here."

Eve leaned back in her chair, her posture radiating confidence. "Of course, I know. But before we get down to business, tell me, how is our dear Alastor? Is he still with us?"

Lucifer tensed upon hearing Alastor's name. "He's alive, you won't live to see him die," he replied shortly.

"What a pity," Eve sighed, but there wasn't a trace of regret in her eyes. "What I regret most is that you're still breathing, detective. That bullet should have been your end. Who knew Alastor would turn out to be so foolish?"

Lucifer felt his fists involuntarily clenching under the table. "You'll pay for everything you've done," he hissed through his teeth. "You'll rot in prison; I'll personally see to that."

Eve suddenly leaned forward, her eyes flashing with dangerous fire. "Like your beloved Alastor?" she whispered with a smile.

Lucifer abruptly stood up, his chair flying back with a crash. "What did you say?" he growled, looming over the table.

Eve remained impassive, her smile growing wider. "Oh, does the truth hurt, Agent Morningstar? Will you really put the love of your life in prison? How unfair."

Lucifer felt his heart beating faster. He knew Eve was trying to manipulate him, but her words still touched something deep inside.

"You know nothing about me and Alastor," he said, trying to make his voice sound confident.

"Oh, I know more than you think," Eve replied, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "You're ready to sacrifice everything for him, aren't you?" Eve leaned forward, her eyes flashing with a cunning fire. "Let's make a deal, Agent Morningstar," she said softly but confidently.

Lucifer tensed, feeling his heart racing. He knew he had to be careful, but curiosity got the better of him. "I won't make any deals until I hear all your demands," he replied firmly, trying to maintain control of the situation.

Eve nodded slowly, her lips stretching into a satisfied smile. "Wise, agent. Very wise. Here are my terms: you let me go and give me the opportunity to disappear. In return, I leave you and your dear Alastor alone. Moreover, I'll destroy all evidence against him. How's that for an offer?"

Lucifer felt his eyebrows involuntarily rise. He hadn't expected such directness from Eve. "Do you really think I'll agree to such terms?" he asked, trying to hide his surprise.

Eve leaned back in her chair, her posture radiating confidence. "Oh, you have excellent practice in making deals, don't you, Agent Morningstar? I'm sure you understand the value of my offer."

Lucifer frowned. "It doesn't matter," he cut off.

"Really?" Eve tilted her head to the side, her eyes flashing. "Tell me, agent, have you already told Alastor about that interesting scar on your chest?"

Lucifer felt the blood drain from his face. He tried to maintain an impassive appearance, but he knew Eve had noticed his reaction.

Eve smiled, her eyes shining with triumph. "Oh, you two really deserve each other. Both such liars and weaklings, afraid to tell the truth."

Lucifer clenched his fists under the table, trying to contain the anger boiling inside. "How do you know about this?" he hissed through his teeth.

Eve shrugged with feigned innocence. "Oh, I know a lot, Agent Morningstar. For example, about your... interesting family history. Born into a mafia family, father's favorite, a star that shone brighter than all. Your brother... what was his name? Ah, yes, Michael. He tried so hard to please your father, but always remained in your shadow."

Lucifer felt his heart skip a beat. Every word from Eve hit the mark, stirring up old wounds he had tried so long to forget.

Eve continued; her voice sweet but every word poisonous. "And one day, young Lucifer decides he's had enough. He runs away, leaving everything behind - family, wealth, power. But father couldn't just let his favorite disappear, could he? And he sends Michael..."

Lucifer abruptly stood up, his chair crashing to the floor. "Enough!" he shouted, his eyes blazing with anger and pain.

Eve just smiled wider. "Oh, did I hit a sore spot? That scar must still hurt, doesn't it? Betrayal from the closest person is always so... unpleasant."

Lucifer tried to compose himself, breathing deeply. He couldn't allow Eve to manipulate him, couldn't show how deeply her words had affected him.

"How do you know all this?" he asked, trying to make his voice sound calm.

Eve slowly shook her head, as if disappointed. "Oh, Agent Morningstar, you don't think I'll reveal all my cards so easily? Let's just say I have my sources. And these sources told me a lot of interesting things about you... So, do we have a deal?"

Lucifer felt his heart pounding wildly in his chest. Eve's words, like poisoned arrows, hit their mark, stirring up old wounds he had tried so long to forget. He took a deep breath, trying to regain control of himself and his emotions.

"No, Eve," he finally replied, his voice sounding firm and resolute. "We don't have a deal. And we never will."

Eve raised her eyebrows in surprise, her smile fading slightly. "Really? You're ready to sacrifice Alastor's freedom for... what? Your sense of justice?"

Lucifer slowly picked up the chair he had overturned earlier and sat back down. His eyes were fixed on Eve, reading a mixture of anger and determination in them.

"I'm not sacrificing anything," he replied calmly. "Alastor made his choice. As did I. We both know our actions have consequences."

Eve leaned forward, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. "Oh, really? And you're ready to accept these consequences? Even if it means losing the person you love?"

Lucifer felt his throat tighten with emotion, but he forced himself to continue speaking. "Love isn't about turning a blind eye to another person's mistakes. It's about supporting them, even when they have to answer for their actions."

Eve leaned back in her chair, her face taking on a thoughtful expression. "You're an amazing person, Agent Morningstar. I almost regret trying to kill you."

Lucifer couldn't suppress a short, bitter laugh. "Almost?"

Eve shrugged. "Well, I still think the world would be better off without you. But I can appreciate the strength of your character."

Suddenly, silence fell in the room. Lucifer felt the tension between them growing with each second. He knew Eve was playing with him, trying to manipulate his emotions, but he couldn't deny that her words touched something deep inside him.

"Tell me, Eve," he finally said, leaning forward. "Why are you doing this? What's your ultimate goal?"

Eve slowly smiled, her eyes flashing with a dangerous fire. "Oh, Agent Morningstar, do you really want to know? Are you sure you're ready to hear the truth?"

Lucifer felt his heart racing. "Yes," he replied firmly. "I want to know."

Eve leaned even closer, her voice becoming almost a whisper. "My goal, dear Lucifer, is chaos. Pure, uncontrolled chaos. I want to see your perfect world fall to pieces, see your moral principles shatter against harsh reality."

Lucifer felt a chill run down his spine. "But why? What will that give you?"

Eve leaned back, her smile growing wider. "Freedom, Agent Morningstar. Absolute freedom. In a world of chaos, there are no rules, no limitations. Everyone can be who they want to be."

Lucifer shook his head, feeling anger boiling inside him again. "This is madness, Eve. You can't just destroy everything for your perverted idea of freedom."

Eve suddenly laughed, her laugh cold and harsh. "Oh, but I can, Lucifer. And I will. And you... you will stand and watch as everything you love turns to ashes."

Lucifer abruptly stood up, his eyes blazing with anger. "I will stop you, Eve. Even if it's the last thing I do in my life."

Eve slowly rose, her gaze fixed on Lucifer. "Oh, I'm counting on it, Agent Morningstar."

Suddenly, the interrogation room door burst open, and Vaggie flew in, her face full of excitement.

"Boss!" she exclaimed, out of breath. "Alastor... he's awake!"

Lucifer turned to her sharply, his eyes widening with shock and hope. "What? When?" Lucifer felt his heart start to race. He cast a quick glance at Eve, who was watching the scene with cold curiosity.

"Oh, what wonderful news," Eve said, her voice full of feigned joy. "Give him my warmest regards. Tell him I'm looking forward to a quick meeting."

Lucifer tensed, feeling anger boiling inside him again. He turned to Eve, his eyes blazing.

"You will never get near him again," he hissed through his teeth.

Eve just smiled, her eyes flashing with dangerous fire. "Oh, I wouldn't be so sure if I were you, Agent Morningstar. Life often throws us unexpected surprises."

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Lucifer hurried through the hospital corridors, his heart pounding in his chest. Each step seemed too slow to him, but he forced himself not to run, realizing that it might cause panic among patients and staff. His thoughts were filled with a mixture of hope, fear, and relief. Alastor had woken up. After so many days of uncertainty, a ray of hope had finally appeared.

Approaching the ward door, Lucifer paused for a moment. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself and prepare for what he would see inside. Exhaling slowly, he grabbed the door handle and quietly opened it.

Alastor lay on the hospital bed, pale and exhausted. When Lucifer entered, he slowly turned his head and opened his eyes. A weak smile appeared on his face.

"Oh, detective... Have you come to arrest me?" Alastor joked hoarsely. "I'm afraid... I can't resist."

Lucifer felt his breath catch. He moved closer to the bed, trying to contain his emotions.

Alastor tried to smile, but it looked more like a grimace of pain. Lucifer immediately tensed, ready to call for a nurse, but Alastor weakly shook his head.

"It's... okay," he whispered. "Just... a bit painful."

Lucifer carefully took a chair that stood nearby and sat down by the bed. He wanted to take Alastor's hand but was afraid of touching the IV or causing pain.

"You gave us all quite a scare," Lucifer said, trying to control the trembling in his voice. "How are you feeling?"

Alastor blinked slowly, as if gathering his thoughts.

"Like I've been... hit by a truck," he replied weakly. "And then... once more... just to be sure."

Lucifer couldn't hold back a short laugh that sounded more like a sob. He felt emotions overwhelming him, threatening to burst out.

"You idiot," he said quietly. "How could you take such a risk?"

Alastor tried to smile wider but winced in pain. "Well, someone had to save your esteemed self. And besides, I always dreamed of becoming a hero."

Lucifer shook his head, sitting down on the chair by the bed. "You could have died."

"But I didn't," Alastor replied. "Although..., I must admit, it was close."

Silence fell. Lucifer looked at Alastor's pale face, at the bandages visible under the hospital gown. He felt overwhelmed with emotions - relief, anger, fear, and something else he was afraid to name.

"Why did you do it?" Lucifer finally asked. "After everything that happened... after what I found out..."

Alastor looked away, his face becoming serious. "I couldn't let anything happen to you because of me," he said quietly. "I've caused you enough pain already."

Lucifer felt his heart tighten. He wanted to say so much, ask about so many things, but the words got stuck in his throat.

"You were right when you said I was a liar," Alastor continued, still not looking at Lucifer. "I've been lying to you from the very beginning."

Lucifer felt his heart start to beat faster. "Alastor..."

Alastor nodded weakly. "I'm sorry..." Alastor whispered. "I didn't want... to hurt you."

Lucifer felt his eyes filling with tears. He blinked quickly, trying to hold them back. "You know I can't just forget everything you've done?"

Alastor nodded weakly, his eyes starting to close from fatigue. "I understand," he whispered. "And I'm not asking for that. I just... I'm glad you're here."

Lucifer saw Alastor struggling with sleep, trying to stay conscious. "You need to rest," he said softly. "We'll talk later."

Alastor tried to object, but his eyes were already closing. "You... you need to know the truth," his voice was barely audible.

"Yes," Lucifer replied, gently squeezing Alastor's hand. "And you'll tell me everything, but later, okay? You're alive, that's what matters. But never do that again, I couldn't survive it a second time."

Alastor tried to nod, but even this simple movement seemed to exhaust him. His eyes began to close.

Lucifer sat motionless, still holding Alastor's hand. He looked at his face, so peaceful in sleep, and felt his own heart filling with a mixture of relief and pain.

He didn't know how much time had passed when the ward door quietly opened, and a doctor entered. He cast a sympathetic glance at Lucifer but said nothing, only checking the readings on the machines and the IV.

"How is he?" Lucifer asked quietly when the doctor finished his work.

"Considering the circumstances, quite well," he replied softly. "But he needs time and peace to recover."

Lucifer felt a wave of relief wash over him. "Thank you," he said sincerely. "When will he be able to give testimony?"

The doctor shook his head. "Not earlier than three weeks. He needs time to recover. Any stress could worsen his condition."

Lucifer nodded, understanding. "Of course. I'll inform the precinct about this."

Lucifer took one last look at the sleeping Alastor before quietly leaving the ward. In the corridor, he paused for a moment, leaning against the wall, and taking a deep breath. The emotions he had been trying to contain in Alastor's presence now threatened to burst out. The detective felt his hands trembling and a lump in his throat.

He forced himself to move forward, mechanically putting one foot in front of the other. The people in the hospital corridors seemed like blurry spots, their voices a distant hum. Lucifer noticed nothing around him, completely immersed in the whirlwind of his own thoughts and feelings.

Stepping out onto the street, he closed his eyes for a moment, feeling the cool evening air on his face. It brought him back to his senses a bit, but couldn't dispel the heavy fog in his head.

Lucifer sat in his car and remained motionless for some time, gripping the steering wheel. He knew he needed to go home, rest, maybe even sleep. But the thought of returning to an empty apartment caused almost physical pain.

Without realizing what he was doing, he started the engine and drove out of the hospital parking lot. Lucifer drove aimlessly, allowing the city to engulf him. Streets flowed past the window, merging into one blurred picture.

After some time, he noticed a neon sign of a bar on the corner of the street. Without thinking, Lucifer parked and got out of the car.

The bar was half-empty - a few patrons sat at tables, two or three more were at the counter. The dim lighting and quiet music created an atmosphere of anonymity that Lucifer needed right now.

He sat at the counter and gestured to the bartender.

"Whiskey. Double," the detective said briefly.

The bartender nodded silently and, in a moment, placed a glass of amber liquid in front of him. Lucifer drank half in one gulp, feeling the alcohol burn his throat.

He took out his phone and saw several missed calls from Vaggie. The detective knew he should call back, tell her about Alastor's condition. But the thought of talking to anyone now only irritated him.

Lucifer finished his whiskey and gestured for another. He drank the second portion more slowly, trying to drown the whirlwind of emotions raging inside in alcohol.

The phone vibrated again - Vaggie was calling for the sixth time in the last half hour. Lucifer declined the call, feeling a pang of guilt. He knew his partner was worried, but he just couldn't force himself to answer.

Time lost its meaning. Lucifer sat, mechanically sipping whiskey, allowing the alcohol to dull the pain and confusion. He didn't know how much time had passed when he felt someone sit next to him.

"Tough day?" came a male voice.

Lucifer slowly turned his head. Next to him sat a man in his thirties, with a friendly smile on his face. At another time, the detective might have appreciated his pleasant appearance, but now he felt only irritation at the uninvited intrusion.

"None of your business," Lucifer grumbled, returning to his drink. He hoped his obvious unwillingness to communicate would repel the unwanted interlocutor. But the man seemed not to notice his hostility. He ran his hand through his hair, leaning even closer to Lucifer.

"Hey, I'm just trying to be friendly. You look like you could use some company."

Lucifer took a deep breath, trying to contain his irritation. He turned to the man, looking him straight in the eyes.

"Listen, I appreciate your... desire to help," he said, pronouncing each word clearly. "But I don't need company. I just want to be alone."

The man seemed confused for a moment, but quickly recovered. He moved even closer, almost touching Lucifer's shoulder.

"Come on, don't be such a grouch," he said, lowering his voice to an intimate whisper. "I can make your evening much more pleasant."

He put his hand on Lucifer's shoulder, gently squeezing it. The detective abruptly shrugged off his hand, moving away on the stool.

"Please, leave me alone," he said through gritted teeth.

But the man didn't seem to be backing down. He moved closer again, this time almost pressing against Lucifer. His hand slid down the detective's back.

"Listen, handsome," he whispered directly into Lucifer's ear. "I see you're in a bad mood. But I know how to fix that. What do you say if we..."

He didn't get to finish. Lucifer abruptly stood up, turning to the man. In an instant, he grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and forcefully pressed him against the bar counter. The detective's eyes blazed with fury.

"I said - no," Lucifer said, looming over the man. His voice was quiet, but there was a deadly threat in it. "Are you deaf or just stupid? One more word - and I'll arrest you."

The man turned pale with fear, his eyes widening. He tried to wriggle out, but Lucifer's grip was strong.

"O-okay, okay!" he stammered. "I get it! Sorry!"

Lucifer held him for another moment, staring into the man's face. Then he abruptly let go, pushing him away. The man staggered, barely keeping his balance. He stepped back a few steps, not taking his frightened gaze off the detective.

Lucifer straightened to his full height, his posture radiating threat.

"Get out of here," he said quietly, but there was steel in his voice. "And pray that our paths don't cross again."

The man didn't wait for a second invitation. He quickly grabbed his jacket lying on the neighboring stool and almost ran out of the bar, stumbling as he went.

Lucifer heavily sat down on the stool, feeling the adrenaline gradually leaving his body. He ran his hand over his face, trying to calm down. The detective knew he had gone too far, that his reaction was excessive. But the accumulated tension, fear for Alastor, uncertainty about the future - all of this exploded in one moment.

The bartender cautiously approached him, casting a wary glance.

"Is everything alright, sir?" he asked, shifting his gaze from Lucifer to the door behind which the man had disappeared. "Should I call security?"

Lucifer slowly shook his head, not raising his eyes.

"No, everything's fine," he replied tiredly. "Sorry for... this," he gestured to the place of the incident. "I'll pay for any damages."

The bartender looked at him carefully, then nodded. "Nothing's damaged. But maybe you should..."

He didn't get to finish. The bar door swung open, and Vaggie flew in. Her eyes quickly scanned the room until they stopped on Lucifer. She ran up to him, her face expressing a mixture of relief and irritation.

"Here you are..." she exclaimed, grabbing Lucifer by the shoulder. "I thought you'd been kidnapped again. Why weren't you answering your calls?"

Lucifer turned away, unable to look her in the eyes. He lowered his head, staring at his hands.

"Sorry, Vaggie," he said quietly. "I just... I needed time. How did you find me?"

Vaggie took a deep breath, trying to calm down. She sat down next to Lucifer, peering intently into his face. Her hand was still on his shoulder, as if trying to hold him in place.

"There's a tracker in your phone, but I swear to god I'll call SWAT next time if you don't answer."

"A tracker?" Lucifer asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Don't worry, I'll only use it when you're kidnapped next time. What happened? How is he?" she asked more softly, leaning closer.

Lucifer slowly raised his head, meeting his partner's gaze.

"He woke up," he replied quietly, his voice trembling with restrained emotions. "He... he's going to live."

Vaggie exhaled with relief, her shoulders relaxing. "Thank God," she whispered. Then she frowned, looking at Lucifer. "But then why are you here? Why didn't you stay with him?"

Lucifer smiled bitterly, turning away, and looking somewhere into space.

"What was I supposed to do, Vaggie?" he asked, his voice full of pain. "Vaggie, have you forgotten what happened?"

Vaggie gently squeezed his shoulder, trying to draw Lucifer's attention back to her.

"Lucifer, I know what you're feeling right now," she said quietly but firmly. "But running away is not the solution."

The detective turned sharply to her, his eyes blazing with emotions.

"And what is the solution, Vaggie?" he almost shouted, his voice breaking. "Tell me! How am I supposed to behave with a person who's been lying to me from the very beginning? Who used me for his own purposes? And who then... then almost died saving me?"

His voice broke on the last words. Lucifer covered his face with his hands, his shoulders trembling. Vaggie silently looked at him, giving him a chance to speak out.

"I don't know what to do, Vaggie," Lucifer continued more quietly, lowering his hands. His eyes were red, but dry. "I don't know how to trust him. But I also don't know how to live without him."

Vaggie sighed, gently taking Lucifer's hands in hers.

"Lucifer, no one expects you to figure everything out right away," she said softly but firmly. "What happened between you is complicated. And it takes time to sort it out."

She paused, then continued, looking straight into Lucifer's eyes:

"But right now, the most important thing is that Alastor is alive. You have a chance to talk, to figure everything out. Don't give up this chance because of fear or pride."

Lucifer was silent for a long time, contemplating her words. Then he slowly nodded, squeezing Vaggie's hands.

"You're right," he said quietly. "As always."

Vaggie smiled weakly, gently squeezing his hands in response.

"That's what friends are for," she said, standing up and pulling Lucifer with her. "Now let's get you out of here. You need to sleep."

Lucifer nodded and stood up, feeling the alcohol and fatigue taking their toll. He swayed, and Vaggie quickly caught him under the arm, supporting him.

"I'll drive you home," she said firmly. "And I'm not taking no for an answer."

Lucifer smiled weakly, leaning on her. "Wasn't going to."

They slowly walked to the exit. The bartender watched them leave with a sympathetic look. Stepping outside, they stopped for a moment. The cool night air refreshed Lucifer a bit. He took a deep breath, feeling the tension gradually leaving his body.

Vaggie helped him into the car and got behind the wheel herself. As they drove through the quiet streets, Lucifer looked out the window. When Vaggie parked near Lucifer's house, he slowly turned to Vaggie, who was sitting behind the wheel. In the dim light of the street lamps, her face looked tense and tired. They got out of the car and, saying goodbye, went their separate ways.

Closing the front door, Lucifer leaned against it with his back and slowly slid to the floor. The silence of the empty apartment weighed on him, amplifying the whirlwind of emotions raging inside.

He cradled his head in his hands, feeling his body begin to tremble. All the feelings he had so carefully restrained in the hospital and bar now burst out. Tears flowed down his cheeks as he finally allowed himself to feel all the pain, fear, and relief of the past few days.

"God, Alastor..." he whispered, sobbing. "Why? Why did you do this to me?"

Memories of their shared moments mixed with the pain of betrayal. Lucifer felt his heart torn between love and hate, between the desire to forgive and the need to punish.

He got up and, swaying, went to the living room. Falling onto the couch, Lucifer stared at the ceiling, trying to find answers to the questions that tormented him.

"How can I trust him after everything?" he thought. "But how can I let him go?"

Thoughts spun in his head, giving no peace. He knew that as an FBI agent, he should arrest Alastor, hand him over to justice. But his heart refused to accept this option.

"There must be another way," Lucifer muttered, turning on his side. "Something that would allow..."

And suddenly he remembered. The conversation with Eve, her proposal. A deal that seemed insane, but now looked like the only possible solution.

Lucifer sat up abruptly, feeling his heart start to beat faster. It was a risky, almost impossible plan. But it was a chance to save Alastor and not betray his principles.

"This is madness," he whispered, peering into the darkness of the room. "But it might work."

He knew he couldn't carry out this plan alone. He needed help, someone he could trust unconditionally.

Lucifer reached for his phone, hesitating only for a moment before dialing the number.

"Vaggie?" he said when he heard his partner's sleepy voice. "Sorry it's so late. But I need your help. There's something we need to discuss..."

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Lucifer sat in his office nervously tapping his fingers on the desk, waiting for Vaggie in their shared office at the department. He had already drunk three cups of coffee, but still felt exhausted after a sleepless night spent thinking about his boss.

The office door opened, and Vaggie entered, holding a stack of papers. Her eyes were slightly puffy from lack of sleep, but her gaze was sharp and attentive.

"Alright, Lucifer," she said, sitting across from him. "I'm here. Tell me what madness you've come up with this time."

Lucifer took a deep breath, trying to collect his thoughts. "Eve offered me a deal," he began quietly, leaning closer to Vaggie. "She said that if I help her escape, she'll destroy all the evidence against Alastor."

Vaggie tensed, her eyes widening in surprise. "And you... you didn't agree, right?"

Lucifer slowly shook his head. "No, I didn't agree. But..."

"Have you lost your mind?" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with emotion. "This is... this is madness! It's illegal, it's against everything we fight for!"

Lucifer slowly turned to her, his eyes full of pain and desperation. "What if it's the only way to save him? Besides, I plan to make demands that she hand over evidence against others so we can detain them," he said quietly.

"Do you even hear yourself?" Vaggie shook her head, unable to believe what she was hearing. "Lucifer, you can't seriously be thinking about this. We're FBI agents, our job is to protect the law, not break it!"

Lucifer abruptly stood up, starting to pace nervously around the office. His steps were quick and sharp, reflecting his inner turmoil.

"I know, Vaggie. Believe me, I understand how crazy this sounds," he suddenly stopped, turning to her. His eyes burned with inner fire. "But I can't let Alastor sit in prison for life. He doesn't deserve that."

Vaggie looked at him intently, trying to understand what was going on in her partner's head. Her face was tense, eyebrows furrowed.

"Lucifer, I understand your feelings. But we can't just let Eve go. She's a dangerous criminal," her voice was quiet but firm.

Lucifer started pacing again, his movements becoming even more nervous. He ran his hand through his hair, messing it up even more.

"I know, I know," he muttered, more to himself than to Vaggie. Then he suddenly stopped, turning to her with a determined expression on his face. "But I also didn't say I was planning to let her go."

Vaggie raised an eyebrow, a sly smile appearing on her face. She leaned forward slightly, her curiosity clearly overcoming her disbelief.

"Ah, you sly fox. Alright, tell me your plan."

Lucifer quickly glanced at the door, as if checking if anyone was eavesdropping. Then he leaned towards Vaggie, lowering his voice to a barely audible whisper.

"Listen carefully, after the hearing, when Eve is being transported to prison, you'll be accompanying her in the car. They wear uniforms with helmets so no one will recognize you," he whispered, glancing at the door.

Vaggie nodded tensely, not taking her eyes off Lucifer. "And you?" she asked quietly.

"I'll be waiting at..." he didn't get to finish when Anthony burst into the office. Lucifer and Vaggie sharply recoiled from each other.

"Boss, Sera wants to see you," he said, suspiciously surveying the office.

Lucifer, startled by the surprise, knocked over a stack of papers on the desk. The documents scattered across the floor with a rustle.

"Damn!" he swore, bending down to pick them up.

"Everything alright?" Anthony asked, his eyebrows furrowing.

Vaggie quickly intervened: "Yes, everything's fine. We were just discussing Eve's case."

Anthony folded his arms across his chest. "Listen, I've been working with you for years," he said. "And Lucifer needs to learn to look a little less suspicious."

Lucifer exhaled. "Ah, fine. We'll talk about this after work. I'll pick you up in the car, we need to stop somewhere along the way. I'll tell you everything then," with these words, he left the office. Meanwhile, Anthony just exchanged glances with Vaggie.

***

He headed to Sera's office, preparing for a difficult conversation. After knocking, he heard a sharp "Come in" and opened the door.

Sera was sitting at her desk, her face impenetrable. She gestured for Lucifer to sit down.

"Detective," she began, "we have a serious situation."

Lucifer nodded, trying to remain calm. "Yes, ma'am. I understand."

"You understand?" Sera repeated, her voice becoming sharper. "Do you understand that your... partner turned out to be a serial killer? That you've jeopardized the entire investigation?"

Lucifer felt his heart racing, but tried to maintain a professional tone. "Excuse me? You mean I'm to blame? You're the one who allowed him to be part of the investigation. Besides, we have no evidence that he's guilty, all we have are Eve's crazy ramblings, nothing concrete."

Sera raised her hand, stopping him. "Show some respect, agent..."

"With all due respect, ma'am," Lucifer said sarcastically, "we have no evidence against him. His alibis are rock solid for each murder, we have no traces, no evidence."

Sera stood up abruptly, her eyes burning with anger. "You're forgetting yourself, agent!"

"But am I not right? The killer is a master of his craft, and we can't do anything about it."

"Enough!" Sera shouted, slamming her fist on the desk. "Your personal attachment to Alastor is clouding your professional judgment, agent."

Lucifer took a deep breath, trying to calm down. "Ma'am, I just want justice. We can't accuse someone without solid evidence."

Sera took a deep breath. Her face tensed, and a cold glint appeared in her eyes. "Agent Morningstar," she said, trying to speak evenly, "how is Alastor doing?"

Lucifer felt his heart skip a beat. He knew he had to be careful with his words.

"Alastor is in serious condition, ma'am," he replied, trying to control his voice. "The doctor reported that he can only give testimony in three weeks."

Sera nodded slowly, her eyes not leaving Lucifer's face, as if trying to read his thoughts.

"I see," she said after a pause. "However, agent, I must inform you that Alastor's trial will take place without his presence."

Lucifer felt anger flare up in his chest. He stood up abruptly, his chair scraping back loudly.

"What?" he exclaimed, unable to contain his emotions. "You can't do that! It's a violation of his rights!"

Sera also stood up, her posture becoming even more rigid. "Agent Lucifer, this is not up for discussion. The decision has been made."

"But it's unfair!" Lucifer felt his voice rising. "How can he defend himself if he's not even at the trial?"

"Enough!" Sera slammed her palm on the desk, making the objects on it jump. "Your behavior is unacceptable, agent. One more word, and you'll be out of the FBI faster than you can say a word."

Lucifer froze, feeling his heart racing wildly. He clenched his fists, trying to hold back the flood of words that were bursting to come out.

Sera, seeing his internal struggle, softened her tone a bit. "Listen, Lucifer," she said, sitting back in her chair. "We have no choice. This case is too important and dangerous to risk, society demands that we find the guilty party."

Lucifer slowly sank back into his chair, feeling anger gradually giving way to fatigue and disappointment.

Lucifer slowly sank back into his chair, feeling anger gradually giving way to fatigue and disappointment. "So you're saying you want to put someone in prison without evidence just to satisfy society's needs? This is madness."

"You have a week," Sera continued, looking him straight in the eye. "A week to gather all the necessary evidence. If you can prove Alastor's guilt – you'll get a promotion."

Lucifer nodded slowly, feeling the weight of this task pressing on his shoulders. "I understand, ma'am," he said quietly.

"Good," Sera nodded. "Now go. You have a lot of work to do."

Lucifer stood up, his movements slow and heavy. He headed for the door, feeling Sera's watchful gaze on him.

When he opened the office door, he froze on the threshold. The entire department had gone still, obviously eavesdropping on their conversation. Lucifer felt his face flush with shame and anger.

Without saying a word, he left Sera's office and slammed the door behind him with all his might. The sound of the impact echoed throughout the department, making everyone flinch. He quickly walked through the department, ignoring the surprised and sympathetic looks of his colleagues.

***

Lucifer sat behind the wheel, his hands gripping it tightly. The evening sun reflected off the windshield, casting shadows on his tense face. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself before turning back to his colleagues.

Emily, Anthony, and Vaggie silently looked at him, waiting for explanations. The tension in the car was almost palpable.

"Alright," Lucifer began, his voice quiet but firm. "We have little time, so listen carefully. The plan is this: after the trial, Vaggie and Emily will go with Eve to prison instead of the convoy guards, they'll be in uniform, so no one will know it's them. We'll organize a small accident on the road to delay the convoy at the right place. I'll be waiting in an underground tunnel, and as soon as you're in position, I'll drill a hole in the bottom of the car so Vaggie, Emily, and Eve can escape while the car is on its way to prison. We'll have time to disappear."

Anthony, who had been listening silently until now, suddenly interrupted: "What about the other guards and the driver? We can't just leave them there."

"There won't be anyone in the convoy except Emily and Vaggie. Two convoy guards are always enough to transport criminals, and the driver won't notice anything."

"And what's my role in all of this?" Anthony asked, leaning his elbows on the front seats.

Lucifer turned to him, his gaze full of determination: "You, Anthony, will be our eyes and ears. First, you'll be in the courtroom, observing everything that happens there. Then, when the transportation begins, you'll move to the dispatch center. Your task is to monitor the surveillance cameras and coordinate our actions."

Anthony nodded slowly, but his eyebrows were still furrowed, and concern was visible on his face. He ran his hand through his hair, nervously messing it up.

"Lucifer," he began, his voice tense, "this... this is madness. Do you realize how risky this is? If we're caught, we could end up behind bars!"

Emily, who had been silent until now, suddenly intervened. Her usually calm face was distorted with anxiety:

"Anthony is right. This isn't just risky, it's... it's insane! We're talking about helping a dangerous criminal escape!"

Vaggie, who was sitting in the front seat, turned to Emily. Her eyes were full of doubt, but there was also determination in them:

"I understand your concerns. Believe me, I'm not thrilled about this idea myself. But... we're not planning to let Eve go, plus he has a plan to make what we're doing legal."

For a moment, silence fell in the car. Each of those present was immersed in their thoughts, weighing the risks and possible consequences.

Anthony was the first to break the silence. He sighed deeply, his shoulders drooping as if under the weight of the decision made:

"Damn it, Lucifer." He shook his head, but a slight smile appeared on his lips. "I'm with you. Even though it's the craziest idea I've ever heard."

Emily still looked uncertain. She nervously fidgeted with the edge of her blouse, her eyes darting between Lucifer and the others:

"Okay. I'm with you. But if something goes wrong..."

"Nothing will go wrong," Vaggie interrupted her. Her voice sounded confident, although concern could still be read in her eyes. "We'll think through every detail. We have no room for error."

He started the engine, and the car moved. The evening city flowed past the windows; the lights of street lamps reflected on their tense faces.

"Now let's discuss the details," Lucifer continued, his voice becoming businesslike. "Anthony, you'll need to provide us access to the surveillance cameras. Can you do that?"

Anthony nodded, his fingers already running over his smartphone screen:

"I can get access to the system. But we'll need to act quickly. I can only hide our actions for a short time."

Emily suddenly straightened up, her eyes widening with a sudden thought:

"Wait, what about Sera? She's not stupid, she might suspect something."

Lucifer gripped the steering wheel tighter, his face tensing:

"I've already taken care of that..." the agent said briefly without turning to the others.

After a while, Lucifer turned onto a quiet street lined with old houses. He stopped in front of one of them - an inconspicuous two-story building.

Anthony leaned forward, peering out the window. "Where are we?" he asked, his voice full of suspicion.

Lucifer turned off the engine and turned to them with a slight smile on his face. "We need more help," he said. "And I know the perfect person for this."

He got out of the car, gesturing for the others to follow him. They approached the door, and Lucifer knocked confidently.

After a few seconds, the door opened, and Husk appeared on the threshold. His eyes widened in surprise when he saw the group of FBI agents on his doorstep.

"Agent Morningstar," he said, his voice full of disbelief. "Didn't expect to see you here."

Lucifer smiled, but there was seriousness in his eyes. "Hello, Husk. I have a business proposition for you."

Husk looked at each of them in turn, his face impenetrable. Then he sighed and stepped back, opening the door wider. "Better come inside," he said. "Something tells me this is going to be a long conversation."

They entered a dark corridor, and Husk led them to the living room. The room was cluttered with old furniture and filled with the smell of cigarettes. Husk gestured for them to sit, remaining standing himself, leaning against the wall.

"So," he said, crossing his arms over his chest. "What brings a whole group of FBI agents to my humble abode?"

Lucifer took a deep breath, preparing to explain the situation. "Husk, we need your help. It's about Alastor's case."

Husk tensed, his eyes narrowing. "Go on," he said cautiously.

Lucifer briefly outlined the situation. "And where's my role in this plan?" Husk asked when Lucifer finished.

"We need you to create a small accident on the road," Lucifer explained. "Enough to delay the convoy for a few minutes, but not so serious as to arouse suspicion."

Husk was silent for a long time, considering what he had heard. His gaze moved from one agent to another, as if trying to read their thoughts.

"Do you understand what you're getting into?" he finally asked.

"We understand the risks," Lucifer replied firmly. "But we also understand that sometimes you need to step outside the law to achieve true justice."

Husk snorted. "Justice. Interesting word from the mouth of an FBI agent." He looked directly at Lucifer. "Especially from your mouth, you do realize you'll be helping a serial killer escape?"

Lucifer hesitated for a moment, his confidence seeming to waver. He looked away, as if gathering his thoughts, before looking at Husk again.

"I... I understand how this sounds," he began, his voice becoming quieter. "But the case isn't as simple as it seems at first glance."

Husk sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "You're all crazy," he muttered. Then he straightened up and looked at Lucifer. "But damn it, I'm in."

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Lucifer stood in front of the mirror in the precinct bathroom, trying to calm his breathing. He looked at his reflection, seeing a mixture of determination and fear in his eyes. Today he had to take a step that could change everything.

He walked slowly down the corridor, trying to gather his thoughts. Colleagues passing by nodded to him, but he barely noticed them. His mind was focused only on the upcoming conversation.

He stopped at the door of the interrogation room. Then, taking a deep breath, he opened the door and entered.

Eve was already sitting there, her hands cuffed to the table. She looked up when he entered, and a slight smile appeared on her face.

"Agent Morningstar," she said, her voice soft but with a hint of mockery. "What a pleasant surprise. Come to hear more of my 'crazy ravings'?"

Lucifer sat down across from her, trying to maintain a calm expression. "Actually, Eve," he began, his voice quiet and controlled, "I came to talk about your proposal."

Eve straightened up, her eyes suddenly sharp and attentive. "Oh?" she said, trying to hide her interest. "And what do you think about it?"

Lucifer leaned forward, lowering his voice to a barely audible whisper. "I agree," he said.

Eve froze, her eyes widening in surprise. For a moment, it seemed she had lost the power of speech. Then a wide smile appeared on her face.

"Finally," she purred. "I knew you'd come to the right decision, agent. It was just a question of how long it would take you."

Lucifer tensed, feeling his heart racing. "I have requirements," he said firmly.

Eve leaned back in her chair as far as the handcuffs would allow. "Of course," she said, her voice full of self-satisfaction. "I'm listening."

"First," Lucifer began, "you have to give me all the evidence against Alastor. Everything you have."

Eve nodded. "That can be arranged. What else?"

"Second," he continued, "you won't try to escape or deceive me. If I notice even the slightest hint of betrayal, the deal is off."

"Oh, agent," Eve laughed, "you know I'm not one to break my promises. When I give my word, I keep it."

Lucifer suppressed the urge to roll his eyes. "And lastly," he said, "You will also provide me with evidence on your other people."

Eve fell silent for a moment, her eyes narrowing. "You're not asking for little, are you, agent?" she said quietly.

"Remember, you're making a deal with a senior FBI agent, not an ordinary person, so the price is appropriate," Lucifer said, folding his hands on the table.

Eve was silent for several seconds, clearly weighing her options. Then she smiled again, but this time her smile was cold and calculated.

"Alright, agent. You play hard. I like that," she said, leaning forward. "But let me make something clear. If you think you can fool me, you're deeply mistaken. I can be your best ally or your worst enemy. The choice is yours."

Lucifer felt a chill run down his spine but maintained a calm expression. "I understand the risks, Eve. And I'm ready to accept them."

"Excellent," Eve smiled, her eyes flashing. "And when will my... accidental escape take place?"

Lucifer glanced at the mirror behind him, knowing his colleagues were watching. "Soon," he said quietly. "I'll inform you of the details when the time comes."

Eve nodded, her face suddenly serious. "Don't let me down, Agent Morningstar," she said quietly. "You don't want to know what happens to those who betray me, although you have an excellent example."

Lucifer felt a chill run down his spine but maintained a calm expression. "The same goes for you, Eve," he replied. "Don't forget who the FBI agent is here."

Eve laughed, the sound cold and harsh. "Oh, I don't forget, agent. That's why this is so... interesting."

Lucifer stood up, feeling the conversation was over. "We'll be in touch," he said, heading for the door.

"I'll be eagerly waiting," Eve purred after him.

As the door closed behind him, Lucifer felt his legs trembling. He walked past the mirror, knowing his colleagues were watching him from the other side. He hoped they didn't notice how badly his hands were shaking.

Entering his office, he closed the door and collapsed into his chair. Only now did he allow himself to exhale, feeling the adrenaline gradually leaving his body.

***

Vaggie, dressed in a guard uniform with an impenetrable helmet that completely covered her face, was leading Eve through the courthouse corridors. Eve walked beside, her hands cuffed. They silently passed by other guards and court employees, heading towards the exit where a convoy was waiting for them.

When they stepped outside, the bright sunlight momentarily blinded them. Vaggie firmly held Eve by the elbow, guiding her towards the armored van that was nearby. Emily, also dressed in uniform, was waiting by the van.

"Move," Vaggie said in a gruff voice, pushing Eve towards the back doors of the van.

Eve turned around, and a faint smile flashed across her face. "Such hospitality," she muttered before climbing inside.

Vaggie sat next to her, and Emily on the opposite side. The doors closed with a loud click. "All set," Emily told the driver. "We can go." The driver nodded and started the engine.

Meanwhile, Anthony exited the courtroom, his face pale, and beads of sweat on his forehead. He quickly headed to the parking lot where his car, equipped with cameras and microphones for surveillance, was waiting.

Suddenly, turning a corner, he bumped into someone. Startled, Anthony stepped back, nearly falling.

"Oh, Anthony!" exclaimed Sera, straightening her jacket. "Where are you rushing to?"

Anthony felt his heart beating even faster. "I... um... just wanted to get to the car quickly," he mumbled, trying to sound natural. "It's been a tough day, you know."

Sera looked at him closely, her eyes narrowing. "Yes, I understand," she said slowly. "By the way, I haven't seen Agent Morningstar today. Do you know where he is?"

Anthony felt a chill run down his spine. "Oh, Boss?" he tried to speak casually. "He felt ill this morning. Probably sick. He stayed home."

Sera raised an eyebrow. "Really? Sick? And he didn't inform me about this?"

"Well, you know Lucifer," Anthony tried to laugh, but it didn't come out very convincingly. "He probably didn't want to bother you before such an important day."

Sera looked at him for a few more seconds, then nodded. "Well, tell him that next time he should still inform me about such things," she said. "Alright, I won't keep you. Goodbye, Anthony."

"Goodbye, ma'am," replied Anthony, feeling sweat running down his back.

"Seriously? Sick? You could have said I overslept," Lucifer said into the earpiece. "Easy for you to say, I said the first thing that came to mind," Anthony exhaled with relief and quickly headed to his car. Sitting inside, he immediately turned on the equipment and put on the headphones.

"Vaggie, can you hear me?" he whispered into the microphone.

"Yes, I hear you," Vaggie replied quietly.

"Good. Husk is already in position. Be ready."

At this time, the convoy with Eve, Vaggie, and Emily was moving along the highway. Vaggie sat tensely, her eyes constantly scanning the road. Eve seemed completely calm, even a bit bored.

"You know," Eve suddenly said, "I've always dreamed of a trip like this. Only I imagined I'd be behind the wheel, not in the back seat in handcuffs."

Vaggie shot her a stern look. "Quiet," she hissed.

The van drove through the city streets, gradually approaching the planned location. Vaggie felt her heart beating faster, but maintained outward calm.

Suddenly the van braked sharply. The driver cursed: "Some idiot blocked the road! We'll have to wait."

"Boss, it's your turn," Anthony said into the earpiece, noticing they were just in place.

Meanwhile, a hatch opened under the convoy, and Lucifer's head appeared from it. He quickly looked around, making sure no one was watching, and began drilling a hole in the floor of the van.

In the cabin, Vaggie leaned towards Eve, as if checking her handcuffs. "Get ready," she whispered barely audibly.

Eve nodded, her eyes flashing with anticipation.

When the hole was ready, Lucifer gently tapped on the metal. This was the signal for those inside.

"Now!" she whispered, and Eve, despite the handcuffs, nimbly slipped through the hole. Vaggie quickly followed her.

Emily, who had been watching the driver closely all this time, quickly slipped through. They found themselves in a dark tunnel where Lucifer was waiting for them. He quickly closed the hatch and covered it with a special plate that made it invisible from below.

Up top, the driver announced: "Alright, the road is clear."

The van drove off, leaving Lucifer, Vaggie, and Eve in the underground tunnel.

Eve looked closely at Lucifer. Her eyes shone in the dim light, full of cunning and interest. "Impressive, Agent Morningstar," she purred, her voice low and almost seductive. "You're really full of surprises. You know, you'd be incredibly valuable if you worked for me directly."

Lucifer turned to Eve, his eyes gleaming in the darkness. "We've fulfilled our part of the deal. Now it's your turn. Where's the evidence?"

Eve smiled, her eyes narrowing. "Not so fast, darling. Everything has its time and place. Let's meet tomorrow at midnight near the old warehouse at the intersection of 5th and Main. There I'll hand over everything I have."

Lucifer frowned. "And why should I believe you'll actually show up?"

"Because I always keep my promises, agent," Eve replied, her voice becoming serious. "It's the only thing that holds our world together."

Lucifer exchanged glances with Vaggie and Emily, who stood nearby, tense, and ready for action. "Alright," he said finally.

Eve nodded, satisfied. Then she turned to Vaggie, extending her hands. "Now, dear, maybe you'll take off these uncomfortable accessories? They chafe so much."

Vaggie reluctantly looked at Lucifer, who after a short pause nodded. She approached Eve and carefully removed the handcuffs, her movements slow and cautious.

Eve rubbed her wrists, which had red marks on them. "Ah, much better," she sighed. Then she turned back to Lucifer, her eyes suddenly sharp. "And one more requirement, agent. You'll come alone. No backup, and of course, no weapons."

"What?" exclaimed Emily, stepping forward. "That's unacceptable. Boss, you can't..."

"Shut up," Eve sharply interrupted her, not even glancing in her direction. Her gaze was fixed on Lucifer. "This is between me and Agent Morningstar. No one else should interfere."

Vaggie also stepped forward, her face tense with anger. "You're crazy if you think we'll let him go alone to meet with you."

Eve laughed, the sound echoing off the tunnel walls. "Oh, how sweet you all are, so concerned about your colleague," she said mockingly.

Lucifer was silent, contemplating the situation. His face was tense, eyebrows furrowed.

"Besides," Eve continued, "if you all come together, it will attract too much attention. And I'm sure none of us want that, right?"

Vaggie turned to Lucifer. "You're not going to agree to this, are you?" she asked, her voice trembling with tension.

Lucifer took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled. "Alright, Eve," he said finally. "I'll come alone. But if this is a trap..."

Eve interrupted him, raising her hand. "Believe me, Agent Morningstar, I value my freedom more than you can imagine. I won't do anything that could jeopardize it."

Vaggie stepped forward, her eyes blazing: "Boss, please think again. This..."

Eve watched this scene with a slight smile: "Such touching loyalty. But time is running out, and we need to part ways. Agent Morningstar, I'll be waiting for you tomorrow. And please, no tricks. You know I don't like surprises."

With these words, she disappeared, leaving Lucifer, Vaggie, and Emily alone in the dimly lit tunnel.

Vaggie immediately turned to Lucifer, her face full of concern: "Boss, you can't seriously be considering going there alone. It's madness!"

Lucifer sighed and began slowly walking down the tunnel, gesturing for Vaggie and Emily to follow him.

"I understand your concern," he said quietly, his voice echoing off the damp walls. "But in this situation, we have no choice. Eve is our only chance to get the evidence we need."

Vaggie quickened her pace to keep up with him. "But it could be a trap! She's dangerous, you know that yourself."

Lucifer nodded, his face serious in the semi-darkness. "That's exactly why I have to go alone. If something goes wrong, I don't want you to be in the line of fire."

Emily, who was walking behind, interjected: "Boss, we're a team. We're supposed to cover each other."

Lucifer stopped and turned to them. The light from the nearest lamp fell on his face, highlighting the determination in his eyes. "That's exactly what I'm doing. Covering you. If Eve is playing dirty, it's better if I alone take the hit rather than the whole team."

Vaggie opened her mouth to object, but Lucifer raised his hand, stopping her. "Besides," he continued, "if something goes wrong, I'll need you to be free and able to extract me."

They continued walking, their steps echoing in the silence of the tunnel. Lucifer spoke further, his voice calm but firm: "I know you're worried. But trust me. I have a plan, and I'll be as careful as possible."

Vaggie and Emily exchanged glances. It was clear they still disagreed, but understood their boss's logic.

"Alright," Vaggie finally said, her voice sounding tense. "But we'll be nearby, ready to intervene at the first sign of danger."

Lucifer smiled, for the first time during this whole ordeal. "I didn't doubt it," he said. "And that's why I value you. You're the best team I could dream of."

They continued their journey in relative silence, each immersed in their own thoughts.

***:

The convoy arrived at the prison in the late afternoon, when the sun was still shining brightly in the sky. The van slowly entered the grounds through massive gates, which opened with a slight creak.

Several guards were waiting by the entrance, their faces serious but calm. When the van stopped, the senior guard approached the driver.

"Good afternoon," he greeted. "Have you brought a new inmate?"

The driver nodded, getting out of the cab. "Yes, Eve. Particularly dangerous."

The senior guard nodded and approached the back doors of the van. "Alright, let's have her."

He opened the doors, but it was empty inside. The guard froze for a moment, then turned to the driver. "Where is she?"

The driver, who was about to leave, turned sharply. "I... I don't understand. She was here with two guards!"

The senior guard quickly assessed the situation. "Right, understood. Immediately inform the prison warden. And you, contact the police and FBI."

He turned to the driver. "You're not going anywhere. Tell me in detail about the entire route."

Over the next hour, the prison grounds filled with people. Detectives, FBI agents, and technical specialists arrived. They methodically questioned witnesses, checked surveillance cameras, and analyzed the convoy's route.

Meanwhile, the news reached Sera. She was sitting in her office when the phone rang.

"What?" she calmly asked, listening to the message. "Alright, I understand. Activate all available resources for the search. Check every camera along the convoy's route."

She hung up and thought for a moment. Then she pressed the intercom button: "Connect me with Anthony."

When Anthony answered, Sera said: "Anthony, I know you said Lucifer was sick. But the situation is serious. Go to his home and bring him here. It's important."

"But ma'am..." Anthony began.

"Anthony," Sera interrupted him, her voice calm but firm. "This is not a request."

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Lucifer's phone rang just as he was about to go to bed after an exhausting day. Anthony's name lit up on the screen.

"Yes, Anthony?" Lucifer answered, trying to hide the fatigue in his voice.

"Boss, we've got a problem," Anthony spoke quickly. "Sera urgently needs to see you."

Lucifer sighed heavily. "Oh crap... Is she kidding? It's already night outside."

"She said it's serious," Anthony said worriedly.

"Fine, she could have called me herself," He just rolled his eyes, hanging up.

He quickly dialed Sera's number, mentally preparing for the verdict.

"Agent Morningstar," she began in a cold tone, "I've just been informed that Eve disappeared during transport to prison. Do you know how this could have happened?"

Lucifer tried to look surprised. "What? How is that possible? We had enhanced security."

Sera continued. "That's exactly what I'm trying to figure out. Are you sure you have nothing to do with this?"

Lucifer paused briefly and replied. "Sera, I understand your suspicions, but I assure you - I had nothing to do with her escape. In fact, I have a plan to find her."

Sera raised an eyebrow. "A plan? And you didn't think it necessary to share it earlier?"

"I can't disclose it now, wait until tomorrow and I'll take care of everything."

"Agent, what are you..." but she didn't get to finish as he quickly hung up, sighing.

"I'll fire him one day for sure," she muttered under her breath, shaking her head.

***

Lucifer slowly approached the old warehouse at the intersection of 5th and Main streets. The night was dark and cool, and the silence around seemed almost unnatural. He stopped in front of the massive metal doors, feeling his heart beating faster. Taking a deep breath, he pushed the doors and entered.

The warehouse was a huge space with a high ceiling. The dim light of a few lamps created ominous shadows in the corners. In the middle of the room stood Eve, surrounded by several armed guards. She looked elegant and dangerous at the same time in her black suit.

Seeing Lucifer, Eve smiled broadly. "Ah, here's our dear Agent Morningstar," she purred. "How nice of you to join us. I was starting to think you had changed your mind."

Lucifer stopped a few meters away from her, his face impassive. "I always keep my promises, Eve. Unlike some."

Eve laughed, the sound echoing off the warehouse walls. "Oh, agent, you break my heart with your distrust." She made a gesture with her hand, and two guards approached Lucifer. "You don't mind if my boys check you? Just to be sure."

Lucifer tensed but nodded. "Let's get this over with," he said dryly.

The guards thoroughly searched him, checking every pocket and fold of his clothing. Lucifer stood motionless, his eyes not leaving Eve. Finally, one of the guards turned to Eve and nodded.

"Clean, boss. No weapons."

Eve smiled widely, her eyes glinting in the dim light. "Excellent. You see, Agent Morningstar, how pleasant it is to deal with you when you play by the rules."

Lucifer ignored her words. "Enough Eve. Where's the evidence? You promised it to me in exchange for your freedom."

Eve slowly walked to the nearest container and pulled out several thick folders. She held them in front of her but made no move to hand them to Lucifer.

"Ah, yes, the evidence," she said thoughtfully. "You know, agent, I've been thinking a lot about our deal. And I've come to the conclusion that maybe we can... expand it a bit."

Lucifer tensed. "What do you mean?"

Eve slowly approached him, holding the folders in front of her like a shield. "You see, Agent Morningstar, you're a very talented person. Your skills, your intelligence, your dedication - all of this could be incredibly useful."

Lucifer felt a chill run down his spine. "You're not suggesting what I think you are?"

Eve stopped right in front of him, her eyes shining in the dim light. "And why not? Think about it, Lucifer. With your abilities and my resources, we could achieve incredible heights. And this evidence," she waved the folders, "would become yours without any conditions."

Lucifer took a step back, his face contorted with anger. "You're crazy if you think I'll agree to this. I'm an FBI agent, Eve."

Eve sighed, as if disappointed by his answer. "What a pity. I hoped you would be more... open to new opportunities."

Lucifer took another step back, his hand instinctively reaching for his waist where his gun usually was. But then he remembered that he had come unarmed, as Eve had demanded.

This movement didn't go unnoticed. In a moment, Eve's guards had him at gunpoint, their guns aimed directly at Lucifer.

"Not so fast, agent," Eve purred, her voice becoming cold as ice. "You didn't think you could just leave after refusing me, did you?"

Lucifer froze, his brain working frantically, looking for a way out of the situation. "Eve, think carefully. If you do something to me, the FBI won't let it slide."

Eve laughed, the sound cold and merciless. "Oh, Agent, you still don't understand? The FBI won't even know where to look for you."

She began to slowly circle around him, her steps soft and playful, like a cat playing with a mouse. Lucifer could feel her presence behind him, and it sent shivers down his spine.

"You know, agent, I still hope you'll agree," Eve continued, her voice becoming almost dreamy, "You see, I've always admired the power of love. It's such a powerful emotion, isn't it? For love, people are ready to do anything - lie, steal, even kill."

Eve reached out and took Lucifer by the chin, her fingers cold on his skin. "Tell me, agent, for whom are you ready to risk everything?"

Lucifer sharply caught her hand, moving it away from his face. His eyes blazed with anger. "You know nothing about love, Eve. You're only capable of manipulating and using others."

Eve didn't seem offended by his words. On the contrary, her smile grew wider. "Oh, Agent, you underestimate me. I know more about love than you can imagine. And that's why I know how to use it."

She started circling him again, her voice becoming low and seductive. "Think, agent. What would you do with this evidence, with it you have a chance to save him, don't you?"

Lucifer tensed; his fists clenched. "Enough games, Eve. I came here for the evidence, not to listen to your philosophical musings about love."

Eve stopped, her face suddenly becoming serious. "You're right, agent. Enough games."

She opened her mouth to say something else, but at that moment the warehouse doors burst open with a bang. A group of FBI agents flew in, their weapons aimed at Eve and her guards.

"FBI! Everyone on the ground!" a loud voice boomed.

Everything happened in a matter of seconds. Eve quickly pulled a knife from her boot and pressed it to Lucifer's throat, using him as a human shield.

"Ah, you traitor! We had a deal!" she hissed in his ear. "I should have guessed you wouldn't come alone."

Lucifer remained calm, despite the cold steel at his throat. "Look who's talking about betrayal, Eve," he replied quietly.

Eve pressed the knife harder, and Lucifer felt a thin trickle of blood run down his neck. "If you take another step," she shouted to the FBI agents, "I'll slit his throat!"

The agents froze, their weapons still aimed at Eve and her people.

Lucifer, despite the dangerous situation, managed a slight smile. "Should I start being afraid now?" he asked with a note of irony in his voice.

Eve pressed the knife even harder, her voice becoming icy. "Oh, believe me, darling, you're already afraid. You just haven't realized it yet."

She raised her voice, addressing the FBI agents. "Now listen carefully, feds! Here's what we're going to do. You all put down your weapons and move to the wall. Slowly and without sudden movements."

One of the FBI agents, obviously senior in rank, stepped forward, keeping his hands visible. "Miss Eve, let's talk. We can resolve this peacefully."

Eve laughed, but there was tension in her laughter. "Peacefully? Are you joking? We've long crossed the line where peaceful solutions are possible."

The FBI agent didn't give up. "Think about your position. You're surrounded. Even if you get out of here, where will you go? We'll find you."

"Oh, don't worry about me," Eve replied with feigned nonchalance. "I always find a way out. Now - weapons on the floor! Or your precious colleague will die!"

The FBI agent took another careful step forward. "Eve, think again. You're a smart woman. Do you really believe you can escape?"

Eve laughed, but her laugh sounded strained. "Oh, you underestimate me. I always have a plan B."

"And plan C, and D, and the whole alphabet," Lucifer muttered. "Don't you get tired of constant planning?"

"Shut up!" Eve hissed, pressing the knife harder.

Lucifer winced. "Ouch, careful with that thing. It's sharp, you know."

The FBI agent spoke again: "Last chance, Eve. Surrender peacefully, and we can negotiate about..."

"Enough talk!" Eve shouted. "Weapons on the floor, or your witty colleague gets a new smile!"

The FBI agents looked at each other, then slowly began to lower their weapons.

Lucifer winked at the agents, confusing them, and making them freeze. "You know, dear, you made one big mistake."

"Which one?" Eve hissed through her teeth.

"You left my hands free," Lucifer replied with a smile.

Before Eve could react, Lucifer suddenly twisted, catching her hand with the knife. With one quick motion, he twisted her wrist, forcing her to drop the weapon, then turned her around, twisting her arm behind her back.

Eve screamed in pain and fury. "Son of a bitch!" she exclaimed, trying to break free. "You'll regret this!"

Lucifer held her tightly, not letting her escape. "You can tell all this to your new friends in prison."

The FBI agents reacted instantly, rushing forward. Eve's guards, seeing their boss captured, laid down their weapons without a fight.

As handcuffs were being put on Eve, she turned her head to Lucifer, her eyes blazing with anger and... respect?

"Impressive, Agent Morningstar," she said quietly. "I underestimated you. But remember, this isn't over. We'll meet again."

Lucifer watched as she was led out of the warehouse, feeling a mixture of relief and fatigue. He knew this wasn't really the end, but at least one important stage had been completed.

Vaggie approached him, her face full of concern. "Are you alright, boss?" she asked, noticing the blood on his neck.

Lucifer nodded, touching the wound. "It's just a scratch. Nothing serious."

" You... how tired I am of your reckless tricks " said Vaggie, but there was admiration in her voice. "Coming here alone, without a weapon..."

Lucifer smiled. "But I knew you'd be nearby. Besides, Sera didn't disappoint me with her promptness."

Vaggie rolled her eyes but couldn't hold back a smile. "So you knew they would appear?"

"Of course, you know over the years she's become quite predictable," he smiled.

Lucifer picked up the folders of evidence that had fallen from Eve's table during the scuffle. He quickly scanned their contents, making sure everything was in place. Satisfied, he walked out of the warehouse into the fresh air.

Outside was chaos. Police sirens were wailing, FBI agents were bustling around, processing the detainees. Lucifer saw Eve being pushed into a police van. She gave him one last hateful look before the doors closed.

Suddenly he heard a familiar voice cutting through the general noise.

"Where is he?! I'm asking, where is he?!" Sera was shouting, her voice full of anger.

Some agent, obviously confused, asked, "Who, ma'am?"

"Morningstar! Where is that damned Morningstar?!" Sera barked.

The agent, spotting Lucifer, pointed at him. Sera turned and strode quickly towards him.

Anthony, who was standing nearby, whispered quietly to Lucifer, "Good luck, boss. She's in a very bad mood."

Lucifer nodded slightly, preparing for the storm.

Sera approached him, her face red with anger. "Morningstar! Do you have any explanation for your actions? Do you understand that you violated all possible protocols? You could have died! You could have let a dangerous criminal escape! You..."

Lucifer silently handed her the folders with evidence. Sera suddenly fell silent, looking at them in surprise.

"What is this?" she asked, her anger suddenly turning to curiosity.

"This, Sera," Lucifer replied calmly, "is evidence on all of Eve's people. A complete list of her contacts, operations, murders, financial transactions. Everything you asked me to obtain."

Sera quickly scanned the contents of the folders, her eyes widening with each page. "Impressive," she muttered. Then she looked up at Lucifer. "And where's the evidence on Alastor?"

Lucifer frowned. "It's not there?" he asked in surprise.

Sera shook her head. "No, I don't see anything about him." Lucifer's team exchanged surprised glances, not understanding what was happening.

Lucifer thought for a moment. "Maybe... maybe he's just innocent?"

Sera looked at him intently, then back at the folders in her hands. Finally, she sighed. "You're lucky, Agent Morningstar, that you obtained this evidence. Otherwise, you'd be rotting in jail now for violating protocol and acting on your own."

Lucifer nodded, understanding that this was the closest to praise he would get from Sera. "But the result is worth it, isn't it?"

Sera looked at the folders once more, then at Lucifer. "Perhaps," she said reluctantly. "But don't think this will slide. We'll talk about your methods, Agent Morningstar."

Sera turned and walked away quickly, still studying the folders in her hands. Lucifer watched her go, then turned back to his team. Their faces expressed a mixture of amazement, admiration, and slight confusion.

"What?" Lucifer asked, raising an eyebrow.

Vaggie was the first to break the silence. "How did you... how did you manage to hide the evidence? We saw you hand all the folders to Sera."

Lucifer smiled, mischievous sparks appearing in his eyes. "Well, you know, sleight of hand and quick thinking work wonders. Especially when dealing with such... predictable situations."

Anthony whistled. "But how?"

"Let's just say I can sort papers quickly," Lucifer winked.

Emily, who had been silent until now, finally spoke: "And what are you going to do with them? You did keep them, right?"

Lucifer nodded, his face becoming more serious. "Yes, I have them. And I plan to return them to their rightful owner."

"Owner?" Vaggie repeated. "You mean..."

"Exactly," Lucifer confirmed.

***

Alastor stood by the window of his hospital room, staring aimlessly outside. It had been three weeks since Lucifer last visited him. Three weeks of uncertainty.

The sun was slowly setting, painting the sky in shades of red and orange. Alastor watched as people below hurried home after work. Life went on, but for him, it seemed to have stopped in this small, sterile room. He sighed deeply, feeling the pain in his chest reminding him of its presence.

Suddenly, the door of the room opened. Alastor turned sharply, his heart beating faster with hope. "Ah, it's you," Alastor said, unable to hide the disappointment in his voice.

Husk entered the room, closing the door behind him. His face was serious, but there was something like sympathy shining in his eyes.

"He still hasn't come?" Husk asked, though the answer was obvious.

Alastor shook his head, turning back to the window. "You know," he said quietly, "I can understand him. I would have done the same in his place."

Husk came closer, standing next to Alastor by the window. They both looked at the city sinking into the evening twilight.

"I don't know what's going on between you two, but I have to tell you that you've been exonerated," Husk began.

Alastor turned his head, his eyebrows slightly raised in question.

Husk continued: "He, knowing everything you did, risked his life, his freedom, his career to get evidence against you."

Alastor tensed, his eyes narrowing. "What do you mean?"

"Boss, Lucifer made a deal with Eve," Husk explained. "He arranged her escape in exchange for evidence. But you know what's strangest? When he got this evidence, he didn't give it to the feds."

Alastor froze, his face becoming a mask of shock and disbelief. "What?" he whispered.

Husk turned to him, a slight smile appearing on his face. "Congratulations, boss. You won't be rotting in prison forever."

Alastor took a step back, his legs suddenly weak. He sat down on the edge of the bed, his mind trying to process what he had heard.

"Why?" he whispered. "Why did he do this? After everything I... what about Eve?"

Husk came closer. "Eve is behind bars now. As for why he did it... I think that's a question you should ask him personally."

Alastor looked up at Husk, his eyes full of a mixture of emotions - surprise, gratitude, fear, and... hope?

"I don't understand," he said, his voice trembling. "I don't deserve this. After everything I've done..."

Husk sat down next to him on the bed. "Listen, boss."

"Just don't give me your preachy lectures, okay? People like me don't change."

"I've known you for many years. I've seen what you were like before, and I see what you've become now. People change. And maybe he saw in you something that you can't see yourself yet."

Alastor looked up, and Husk saw something in his eyes that he hadn't seen in a very long time.

"How can I look him in the eye?" Alastor asked.

Husk smiled. "You know, I think Lucifer is one of those rare people who can see good even in the worst people. He saw something in you, boss. Something worth saving."

Alastor took a deep breath, trying to calm his thoughts. "I don't know if I can live up to his faith in me," he said quietly.

"Nobody's asking you to become a saint overnight," Husk replied, moving towards the exit.

"I want to meet with the detective," he said firmly. "I need to thank him. And... apologize."

Husk nodded, a slight smile appearing on his face. "I think that would be a good first step."

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The sun was high at its zenith scorching its street rays as Alastor approached Lucifer's house. His steps were slow and hesitant, each filled with a mixture of anticipation and pain. A cool breeze ruffled his hair, carrying the scent of blooming flowers from the surrounding gardens.

Alastor stopped at the porch steps, his heart pounding in his chest. He took a deep breath, bracing himself for what was to come. The weight of everything that had happened between them – the lies, the revelations, the pain – pressed on his shoulders like a physical burden.

With trembling fingers, he reached out and pressed the doorbell. The cheerful chime echoed inside the house, sharply contrasting with the tension crackling in the air. Seconds ticked by, seemingly an eternity. Just as Alastor was about to turn away, the door opened.

Lucifer stood in the doorway; his usually impeccable appearance slightly disheveled. Dark circles shadowed his eyes, evidence of sleepless nights. For a moment, surprise flashed across his face before it settled into a careful mask of neutrality.

"Alastor," Lucifer said in a low, guarded voice. "I... I was actually planning to come see you at the hospital. The doctor told me you wouldn't be discharged for another week."

Alastor's lips twisted into a slight, sad smile. " It seems great minds think alike. They discharged me this morning."

An awkward silence fell between them, heavy with unspoken words and emotions. Lucifer shifted uncomfortably, then seemed to remember something. He disappeared into the house for a moment, returning with a thick folder in his hands.

"I wanted to give you this," Lucifer said, holding out the folder.

Alastor took it, confusion evident on his face. He opened it, his eyes widening as he scanned the contents. " This is... these are all the documents about my case. The evidence against me." He looked up at Lucifer, bewilderment clear in his gaze. "Why are you giving this to me?"

Lucifer's expression was unreadable, his voice carefully controlled as he replied, "Because it's yours. It belongs to you."

Alastor stared at the folder in his hands, then back at Lucifer. " I don't understand. Why did you do this? After everything I've done..."

Lucifer's composure seemed to crack for a moment, a flicker of pain crossing his features before he regained control. "It doesn't matter why. Just... take it and go, Alastor. Please."

But Alastor stood his ground, gripping the folder tighter. "No, we need to talk about this. About everything."

Lucifer shook his head, taking a step back. "Not now. Believe me, I'm not in a state to have this conversation."

" When, then?" Alastor pressed, a note of desperation creeping into his voice. "We can't just leave things like this, Detective."

Lucifer's carefully constructed facade began to crumble, raw emotions seeping through the cracks. "What do you want me to say, Alastor? That I'm okay with everything that happened? That I've magically gotten over the fact that the person I..." He cut himself off, taking a shaky breath. "Just go. Please."

Alastor reached out as if to touch Lucifer's arm but stopped short. "Detective, I know I hurt you. I know I lied and kept things from you. But please, give me a chance to explain, to make things right."

For a moment, it seemed Lucifer might relent. A flicker of longing passed through his eyes, quickly replaced by resolve. "I'm sorry, Alastor. I can't do this right now."

Before Alastor could respond, Lucifer stepped back and closed the door with a soft but final click.

Alastor stood staring at the closed door, clutching the folder tightly to his chest. He raised his hand as if to knock again but let it fall back to his side. "I'm sorry," he whispered to the silent door.

With a heavy heart, he turned and walked away, each step feeling like it was taking him further from something precious he had lost.

On the other side of the door, Lucifer leaned against it, sliding down to sit on the floor. The facade he had been maintaining crumbled completely. He buried his face in his hands, his shoulders shaking with silent sobs.

The pain he had been holding back washed over him in waves. The betrayal, the hurt, the feelings he couldn't shake off – it all came crashing down at once. Conflicting thoughts and emotions swirled in Lucifer's mind. Part of him wanted to open the door and call Alastor back, to hear him out, to try and mend what was broken between them. But another part, the part that was still raw and bleeding from the revelations of Alastor's past, kept him rooted in place.

Time seemed to lose meaning as Lucifer sat there, immersed in emotional turmoil. He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he almost didn't hear the knock at first. When it finally repeated, he hurriedly wiped his eyes and stood up, trying to compose himself.

Taking a deep breath, Lucifer opened the door, expecting – perhaps hoping – to see Alastor. Instead, he found Vaggie standing on his porch, concern etched on her face.

"Hey, boss," Vaggie said quietly, looking at Lucifer's red eyes and disheveled appearance. "I see you two have already talked."

Lucifer laughed bitterly, running a hand through his hair. "Talked? Not exactly. I... I just closed the door in his face."

Vaggie's eyes widened in disbelief. "You did what?"

Lucifer stepped back, allowing Vaggie to enter. As she closed the door behind her, he slumped  onto a nearby couch, suddenly looking utterly exhausted.

"I couldn't do it, Vaggie," he said in a voice barely above a whisper. "I couldn't face him, couldn't hear his explanations. It was too much."

Vaggie's expression changed from concern to frustration. She began pacing the room, her voice rising with each word. "Are you kidding me right now? After everything we've been through? After everything you've done?"

Lucifer looked at her with confusion on his face. "What do you mean?"

Vaggie stopped pacing, turning to face him fully. Her eyes blazed with a mixture of anger and irritation. "Let me remind you. You made us commit a crime by letting Eve go. Then you went to meet her alone, nearly getting yourself killed in the process. You risked your freedom, career, life, everything – all for him!"

Each word seemed to strike Lucifer like a physical blow. He opened his mouth to speak, but Vaggie wasn't finished.

"And now, after all that, I find out you just closed the door in his face? Without even giving him a chance to explain?" Vaggie threw her hands up in frustration. "God, you're all like children! I'm so tired of this!"

Lucifer sat there, stunned by Vaggie's outburst. He had never seen her this angry before, especially not at him. As her words sank in, he began to realize the magnitude of his actions - both in handling the case and in pushing Alastor away.

"You know what? I've had enough. I'm sick of your games."

Vaggie took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. Then, to Lucifer's great surprise, she pulled out a pair of handcuffs.

"Vaggie, what are you doing?" Lucifer asked with a note of alarm in his voice.

"Helping you," she replied curtly, approaching him with determination in her eyes.

Before Lucifer could react, Vaggie had snapped the handcuffs onto his wrists. He stared at her in disbelief, struggling against the restraints.

"Have you lost your mind?!" he exclaimed, trying to free himself. "Take these off right now!"

Vaggie pushed him back onto the couch. "No, but I think you might have. Now come on. We're going for a little trip."

Despite Lucifer's protests and attempts to argue, Vaggie managed to get him out of the house and into the car. As they drove through the streets, Lucifer continued to voice his objections.

"This is ridiculous, Vaggie. You can't just kidnap me like this!"

Vaggie kept her eyes on the road, her voice firm. "Watch me. Sometimes desperate times call for desperate measures."

When they pulled up in front of a familiar house, Lucifer's protests died in his throat. He recognized it immediately - it was Alastor's home.

"Vaggie, no," he said, a note of panic creeping into his voice. "I can't... I'm not ready for this."

"You brought this on yourself," she said. "If you two weren't such stubborn idiots, it wouldn't have come to this."

Vaggie turned off the engine and looked at him, her expression softening slightly. "Boss, listen to me. You've been through hell and back for him. Don't throw it all away because you're scared."

Before Lucifer could respond, Vaggie got out of the car and opened his door. Through a combination of gentle coaxing and firm insistence, she managed to get him out and up to Alastor's front door.

"Vaggie, please," he tried one last time. "Don't do this."

Vaggie knocked loudly, ignoring Lucifer's continued protests. After a moment, the door opened, revealing a surprised Alastor.

His eyes widened as he took in the scene before him - Vaggie standing there with determination, and Lucifer, handcuffed and looking thoroughly uncomfortable.

As Alastor opened his mouth to speak, Vaggie cut him off. "Here," she said, gently pushing Lucifer towards Alastor. "Take your... whatever he is to you. And neither of you are leaving until you talk this out properly."

With that, Vaggie turned on her heel and headed back to her car, leaving a stunned Alastor and a conflicted Lucifer on the doorstep.

For a long moment, they just stared at each other, the air between them thick with tension and unspoken words. Alastor was the first to break the silence, his voice quiet and hesitant.

"Would you... like to come in??"

Lucifer glanced at his handcuffed wrists, then back at Alastor with a wry smile. "Do I have a choice?"

A ghost of a smile flickered across Alastor's face as he stepped aside, allowing Lucifer to enter. As the door closed behind them.

The interior of Alastor's home was warm and inviting, in stark contrast to the tension hanging in the air. Soft lamplight cast a gentle glow over the living room, illuminating bookshelves filled with well-worn volumes and walls adorned with vintage posters. It was a space that spoke of comfort and personality, so at odds with the image of the cold-blooded killer Lucifer had been forced to reconcile with the man he thought he knew.

Alastor gestured to the couch. "Please, sit down. I'll... I'll get something to remove those handcuffs."

As Alastor disappeared into another room, Lucifer sank onto the couch, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Part of him wanted to flee, to avoid this confrontation he didn't feel ready for. But another part, a part that had been silent for too long, craved answers, understanding.

A moment later, Alastor returned with a small key. He approached Lucifer carefully, as if afraid a sudden movement might startle him. "May I?" he asked quietly, gesturing to the handcuffs.

Lucifer nodded silently, extending his wrists. As Alastor worked to remove the cuffs, Lucifer couldn't help but notice the gentleness of his touch, the slight tremor in his hands. When the cuffs finally fell away, neither of them moved for a moment, the brief contact between them lingering.

Alastor was the first to pull away, settling into a chair across from Lucifer. A silence fell between them, heavy with everything unsaid.

"I'm sorry," Alastor finally said in a voice barely above a whisper. "For everything. For lying to you, for putting you in danger, for... not being who you thought I was."

Lucifer looked up, meeting Alastor's gaze. The pain and regret he saw there mirrored his own. "Why?" he asked, and the single word carried the weight of all his questions, all his hurt.

Alastor took a deep breath, his hands clasped tightly on his knees. "I was scared," he confessed. "Scared of losing you, scared of facing my past. I thought if I could just hide it, keep you separate from that part of my life, everything would be fine. But I was wrong. Terribly wrong."

Lucifer leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "You should have trusted me, Alastor. You should have told me the truth from the beginning."

"I know," Alastor said, his voice thick with emotion. "And there's no excuse for what I did. But Lucifer, you have to understand - when I met you, it changed everything. For the first time in years, I felt... human again. I felt like I could be more than the monster I'd become."

Lucifer's expression softened slightly, but the pain was still evident in his eyes. "And the murders? The jobs you did for Eve?"

Alastor's face contorted with shame and regret. "I can't change my past, Detective. I've done terrible things, things I'll have to live with for the rest of my life. But meeting you... it made me want to be better. To find a way out."

"So why didn't you?" Lucifer asked, a note of frustration creeping into his voice. "Why didn't you come to me for help?"

Alastor laughed bitterly. "And say what? 'Hello, Detective. I'm the serial killer you've been chasing. Could you help me get out of this mess?' I thought I could handle it on my own, but all I did was make things worse."

A heavy silence fell between them as Lucifer absorbed Alastor's words. The hurt, the betrayal, the lingering feelings he couldn't shake off - it all swirled together in a tangled mess of emotions.

"I don't know if I can forgive you," Lucifer finally said, his voice quiet but firm. "At least, not right now. You lied to me, Alastor. You put me in an impossible position."

Alastor nodded, lowering his eyes. "I understand. And I don't expect forgiveness. I just... I needed you to know the truth. All of it."

Lucifer stood up abruptly, pacing the room. The emotional turmoil inside him was overwhelming. "Do you have any idea what I went through? What I’ve risked? I put my career, my life on the line for you."

Alastor's head snapped up. "Why did you do it?"

Lucifer stopped pacing, turning to face Alastor. His eyes blazed with a mixture of anger and something deeper, more vulnerable. "Because I love you, you idiot! Even after everything, even knowing what you'd done, I couldn't just let you go to prison. I couldn't..."

His voice broke, and Lucifer turned away, trying to compose himself. Alastor slowly stood up, taking a hesitant step towards him.

"Detective," he said quietly, his voice filled with wonder and remorse. "I never meant... I never wanted you to put yourself in danger for me. If anything had happened to you because of me, I couldn't have lived with myself."

Lucifer turned back, his eyes shining with unshed tears. "That's not your choice to make, Alastor. You don't get to decide what risks I'm willing to take."

Alastor closed the distance between them, stopping just short of touching Lucifer. "You're right. And I'm sorry. For everything. For not trusting you, for not being honest from the start. If I could go back and change things, I would. But I can't."

He slowly reached out, giving Lucifer plenty of time to move away. When he didn't, Alastor gently took his hand. "All I can do now is try to make amends. To be the person you believed I could be. If... if you'll let me."

Lucifer looked down at their joined hands, then back up at Alastor's face. The sincerity, the remorse he saw there made his heart ache.

Lucifer stood motionless, his gaze fixed on Alastor. Suddenly, the emotions he had been holding back for so long burst forth. Tears began to roll down his cheeks, and he trembled, trying to hold back sobs.

"I hate you," Lucifer whispered, his voice shaking with emotion. "I hate you so much for what you did. For lying to me. For making me..." He trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.

Alastor stepped forward, the pain of his own actions etched on his face. "Detective, I..."

"No!" Lucifer exclaimed, stepping back. "You don't understand. I hate you for making me love you so much. For the fact that even now, knowing everything, I can't stop feeling what I feel."

Alastor froze, stunned by this confession. Then, moving slowly as if afraid of startling Lucifer, he stepped closer. Gently, almost reverently, he took Lucifer's face in his hands.

"I don't deserve you," Alastor whispered.

Without another word, he pulled Lucifer closer and kissed him. The kiss was tender and full of remorse, carrying all the unspoken apologies and promises.

When they finally broke apart, Lucifer leaned his forehead against Alastor's. "I'm still angry with you," he whispered.

"I know," Alastor replied, not letting go of Lucifer. "And I deserve it. But I'll do everything I can to make it right. Every day, for the rest of my life if I have to."

"It might take a long time," Lucifer said, a slight smile appearing on his lips despite the tears.

"I have time," Alastor responded. "If you give me a chance."

Suddenly, the door burst open, interrupting their moment. Vaggie stormed into the room, her gaze darting between Alastor and Lucifer and back again.

"Oh," she said, stopping short. "I see you've finally talked." Her tone was a mixture of relief and exasperation.

Lucifer stepped away from Alastor, wiping his eyes. Then, to Vaggie's surprise, he quickly walked over to her and hugged her tightly.

"Thank you," he said quietly.

Vaggie froze for a moment, clearly unsure how to react to this display of emotion. Then she awkwardly patted Lucifer's back.

"Yeah, yeah," she said, rolling her eyes. But her voice was warm as she added, "What would you fools do without me?"

She stepped back from Lucifer and surveyed the room. Her gaze settled on Alastor, who looked slightly uncomfortable.

"And you," she said, pointing at him. "I still haven't decided what to do with you. But if you hurt him again, you'll have me to deal with. Got it?"

Alastor nodded, looking both grateful and a little scared. "Perfectly clear."

Vaggie nodded, satisfied, then glanced at her watch. "Right, Lucifer, pull yourself together. We need to get to the precinct, work's waiting. These crimes won't solve themselves."

Lucifer nodded but didn't move. His gaze had returned to Alastor, as if he was afraid the man would disappear if he looked away.

Vaggie sighed. "Oh God, you two are just insufferable. Lucifer, you have five minutes. I'll be in the car." With that, she left, closing the door behind her.

As soon as they were alone, Lucifer moved back to Alastor. "I don't want to go," he said quietly.

Alastor smiled, but there was sadness in his eyes. "But you have to. Your work is important."

"You're more important," Lucifer replied.

Alastor shook his head. "No, Detective. What you do, who you are - that's part of why I..." He hesitated, then continued, "Why I love you. Don't lose that because of me."

Lucifer nodded, understanding the truth in Alastor's words. He stepped forward to hug him goodbye but suddenly felt Alastor tense and let out a quiet gasp of pain.

"Oh God, I'm sorry," Lucifer said quickly, stepping back. "I forgot about your wound. Are you okay?"

Alastor waved his hand, trying to look nonchalant, but it was clear he was in pain. "It's fine. Just still a bit sore. Nothing to worry about."

Lucifer looked at him with a mixture of concern and guilt. "You need to rest. I shouldn't have..."

"Hey," Alastor interrupted, gently taking his hand. "Don't. It's worth it. You're worth it."

Lucifer squeezed his hand, then reluctantly let go. "Rest, okay? And if you need anything..." he said, heading towards the door.

"I'll call," Alastor finished with a small smile.

Lucifer nodded, taking one last look at Alastor before leaving. As the door closed, Alastor let out a deep sigh, feeling a mix of relief and anxiety. He slowly lowered himself onto the couch, wincing in pain.

Outside, Lucifer approached the car where Vaggie was waiting. She looked at him with an appraising gaze.

"Are you okay?" she asked, her voice filled with genuine concern despite her usually stern demeanor.

Lucifer thought for a moment before answering. "Not really," he said honestly. "But I think I will be."

Vaggie nodded. "Good. Now pull yourself together, we've got work to do."

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Lucifer sat at his desk in the precinct, reviewing documents to close their recently solved case. Fluorescent lights cast bright illumination over the station as he and his team diligently worked to complete their reports.

Vaggie looked up from her computer, rubbing her tired eyes. "Almost done with the forensics summary, boss. Just need to double-check a few details."

Anthony sighed heavily, leaning back in his chair. "Paperwork is the worst part of the job. Give me a high-speed chase any day over this mind-numbing boredom."

"Focus, Anthony," Lucifer advised, though there was a hint of amusement in his voice. "The sooner we finish, the sooner we can all go home."

As if on cue, Lucifer's phone buzzed with a message. He picked it up, and a slight smile tugged at his lips as he read the text from Alastor:

"Still paying attention to other criminals instead of me, detective? I'm starting to get jealous."

Lucifer couldn't suppress the grin that spread across his face as he quickly typed a reply:

"Patience is a virtue, my dear. Good things come to those who wait."

Anthony noticed the change in Lucifer's expression and raised an eyebrow. "What are you smiling about, boss? Good news?"

Lucifer quickly turned off his phone, shaking his head. "Nothing important. Just... a reminder about something."

He cleared his throat, suddenly aware of his team's curious glances. "Actually, I think we've all done good work today. Why don't we finish up tomorrow?"

Vaggie looked skeptical. "Are you sure? We're so close to finishing..."

"Positive," Lucifer said firmly, already gathering his things. "A fresh perspective in the morning will serve us better than a tired one tonight."

Emily and Anthony exchanged surprised glances but weren't about to argue with an early dismissal. As Lucifer hastily packed his briefcase, his team watched in bewilderment.

"Well, you don't have to tell me twice," Anthony said, stretching as he stood up. "I'm out of here before the boss changes his mind."

Lucifer waved distractedly as he headed for the door. "Goodnight, everyone. See you in the morning."

As soon as he was out of earshot, Anthony turned to his colleagues with a knowing look. "Ten bucks says he's rushing off to Alastor."

Vaggie nodded in agreement. "No bet. Did you see how quickly his mood changed after checking his phone?"

Emily shook her head in mock disappointment. "Our fearless leader, brought low by love."

"Whatever it is," Vaggie said with a slight smile, "it seems to be good for him. I haven't seen Lucifer this... in a long time."

The three shared a moment of fond exasperation before packing up their own things and leaving the precinct.

Meanwhile, Lucifer pulled up outside Alastor's house, his heart racing in anticipation. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves before approaching the front door. His finger had barely left the doorbell when Alastor opened the door, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

"Well, well," Alastor drawled, leaning against the doorframe. "What do we have here? Are you lost, detective? Or have you come to arrest me, Agent Morningstar?"

Lucifer couldn't help but smile at Alastor's playful tone. "Be careful what you wish for," he replied in a low, teasing voice. "I might just have to use those handcuffs after all."

Alastor's eyes sparkled with mischief as he reached out, grabbing Lucifer's tie and pulling him close. "Promises, promises," he murmured before capturing Lucifer's lips in a searing kiss.

Lucifer melted into the embrace, all thoughts of work and responsibilities evaporating as Alastor pulled him inside, kicking the door shut behind them. Their kisses grew more heated as they stumbled through the house, hands roaming and breath quickening.

Alastor pressed Lucifer against the wall, trailing kisses along his jaw and down his neck. Lucifer gasped, his fingers tangling in Alastor's hair. They moved together in a passionate dance, making their way towards the bedroom.

With a playful shove, Lucifer pushed Alastor onto the bed. Alastor let out a small hiss of pain as he landed, his hand instinctively going to his stomach where his wound was still healing.

Alastor waved off Lucifer's concern with a strained smile. "It's fine, darling. Just a twinge. Now, where were we?"

But Lucifer wasn't so easily distracted. He climbed onto the bed, hovering over Alastor with a mixture of desire and concern in his eyes. "Let me see," he said softly, his hands reaching for the buttons of Alastor's shirt.

Alastor grabbed his wrists, stopping him. "Later," he insisted, trying to pull Lucifer in for another kiss.

But Lucifer resisted, his detective instincts kicking in. Something in Alastor's eyes, a flicker... was it fear? It piqued his curiosity and concern.

"Alastor," he said softly, "Please let me take a look. I want to make sure you're healing well."

Alastor hesitated, then sighed deeply. "Very well," he agreed in a voice barely above a whisper.

Lucifer's heart clenched at the vulnerability in Alastor's voice. He carefully unbuttoned Alastor's shirt, revealing the healing wound on his abdomen. The scar was still angry and red, a vivid reminder of how close he had come to losing Alastor. Lucifer gently ran his fingers along the edges of the wound, his touch light as a feather.

"You're healing well," Lucifer murmured, relief evident in his voice. "But you need to be careful not to strain yourself."

As Lucifer examined the wound, he failed to notice the mischievous glint that suddenly appeared in Alastor's eyes. With unexpected speed, he grabbed Lucifer by the shoulders and reversed their positions, firmly pinning the detective to the mattress.

Lucifer's eyes widened in surprise. "Alastor, what are you..."

Alastor's signature smile spread across his face as he sat up, looming over the now captive Lucifer. "Now," he said in a low, teasing voice, "I believe it's my turn to ask a few questions, detective."

Lucifer raised an eyebrow, unable to suppress a smile despite his predicament. "Oh? And why do you think I'll answer?"

Alastor's smile widened as his hand slowly moved to Lucifer's waist. Before Lucifer could react, Alastor deftly removed the handcuffs from his belt. With a quick, smooth motion, Alastor hooked both cuffs onto Lucifer's wrists, attaching them to the headboard. "Because, my dear," he purred, his free hand trailing down Lucifer's chest, "I can be very... persuasive."

"What the..." Lucifer tugged at the restraints, a mix of amusement and excitement flashing in his eyes. "I thought I was supposed to be the one with the handcuffs in this relationship."

"Weren't you taught to share, detective?" Alastor's smile returned in full force. "Now, shall we begin our little interrogation?"

Lucifer nodded, leaning back on the bed. "Ask away, Detective Alastor. I'm at your mercy."

Lucifer's breath caught as Alastor's fingers found the buttons on his shirt, slowly undoing them one by one. But as Alastor's hand slipped inside, tracing Lucifer's collarbone, he froze.

Alastor's eyes fixed on the scar on Lucifer's chest, his fingers tracing its contours with gentle curiosity. "You promised to tell me about this, detective," he murmured with a hint of concern in his voice. "What happened?"

Lucifer tensed, looking away. "It's... complicated. I'd rather not discuss it."

"Now, now," Alastor gently chided, "A promise is a promise. I've noticed you avoiding the topic when it comes up. What are you hiding, my dear?"

Lucifer took a deep breath, knowing he could no longer evade the question. "It's a long story, Alastor. Are you sure you want to hear it?"

Alastor nodded with a serious expression. "I'm all ears, darling. Take your time."

Lucifer inhaled deeply, gathering strength. "It happened many years ago, before I became a detective. I... I wasn't always on this side of the law."

Alastor's eyebrows rose in surprise, but he remained silent, encouraging Lucifer to continue.

He told him everything – about the family he was born into. He spoke about his brother Michael, who always tried to please their father but remained in Lucifer's shadow.

He described the day he decided he'd had enough, how he ran away, leaving behind family, wealth, and power. But his father couldn't let his favorite son just disappear. He sent Michael after him.

Lucifer's voice grew quiet as he recounted the confrontation with his brother, explaining where exactly this scar came from – a constant reminder of betrayal by the person closest to him.

He explained how this painful experience changed his life forever, driving him to become the agent he was today, always trying to leave his past behind but finding it constantly nipping at his heels, threatening to expose secrets he had long kept hidden.

Alastor frowned, a thought occurring to him. "But I've seen you interact with your brother at crime scenes. You seemed... polite."

Lucifer laughed bitterly. "After it happened, Michael felt guilty. He told our father I was dead, then left the family himself. He became a forensic expert, perhaps as some form of penance. Our relationship now is... tense, to say the least."

A heavy silence fell over the room as Alastor processed this information. Finally, he spoke in a gentle voice. "Lucifer, I... I had no idea."

Lucifer shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant despite the pain reflected in his eyes. "It's in the past now. I've built a new life, a better life. But sometimes... the memories still haunt me."

Alastor leaned back, genuinely stunned. "Well," he said after a moment, "I must say, I didn't expect that. Our esteemed detective, a former criminal? What delicious irony."

Lucifer managed a wry smile. "Disappointed?"

Alastor's smile returned full force. "On the contrary, my dear. I find myself even more intrigued. You're full of surprises, aren't you?"

Lucifer felt a weight lift from his chest, grateful for Alastor's acceptance. "Now, perhaps you could remove these handcuffs? My arms are starting to go numb."

Alastor's playful smile returned, lightening the mood. "Not so fast, detective. It's not every day I manage to capture such an elusive prey."

Lucifer chuckled, grateful for the shift in tone. "Oh? And what interesting demise awaits me today, then?"

Alastor's eyes glinted with playful desire. "Oh, I have much more interesting plans for you, my dear detective."

He leaned in, capturing Lucifer's lips in a passionate kiss. Lucifer responded eagerly, momentarily forgetting his restrained demeanor. Alastor's hands roamed over Lucifer's body, teasing, and exploring, as Lucifer tensed, desperately wanting to touch back.

Lucifer felt Alastor's lips slide down his neck, each kiss sending shivers of anticipation through his body. Alastor's touch was both gentle and firm, a seductive mix of control and passion. Lucifer's breath caught as Alastor's hands traced his chest, outlining the lines of his muscles and teasing sensitive spots that made him gasp.

When Alastor's mouth descended to the sensitive skin of Lucifer's collarbone, Lucifer couldn't suppress a moan. His hands gripped the handcuffs tightly, yearning to touch Alastor in return.

Alastor's fingers deftly worked, unbuttoning the rest of Lucifer's shirt, and baring his chest. He paused for a moment, admiring the sight before him, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You're amazing, Detective," he murmured, his voice husky with desire.

Lucifer's response was interrupted by a sharp intake of breath as Alastor's lips touched his nipple, teasing it with his tongue before gently sucking. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through Lucifer's body, and he arched his back, pressing closer to Alastor's mouth.

"Alastor," he breathed, his voice hoarse with need. "Please... I need to touch you." Alastor chuckled softly; his breath warm against Lucifer's skin.

"Patience is a virtue, Detective. All in good time." He continued his descent, kissing and nibbling down Lucifer's torso, leaving a fiery trail in his wake. Lucifer's skin burned with each touch, every kiss heightening his arousal. When Alastor reached the waistband of his pants, Lucifer's body tensed in anticipation.

Alastor's eyes roamed over Lucifer's body, taking in every detail. Lucifer's heart swelled at the compliment, but his desire was overpowering.

"Alastor, please," he begged, his voice raw with need. Smirking, Alastor finally relented. He reached out and unlocked the handcuffs, freeing Lucifer's hands.

As soon as his wrists were free, Lucifer lunged forward, capturing Alastor's lips in a fierce, hungry kiss. His hands roamed over Alastor's body, exploring every inch, desperate to make up for lost time. Alastor responded with equal fervor, his hands tangling in Lucifer's hair.

Lucifer's hands found the edge of Alastor's shirt, and he quickly pulled it over his head, tossing it carelessly to the floor. His fingers traced the lines of Alastor's muscles, marveling at the perfection of his form. Alastor's skin was warm and smooth under his touch, and Lucifer couldn't get enough.

They continued their exploration, hands and mouths moving with desperate need. Alastor's hands found the waistband of Lucifer's pants, and with a swift motion, he pulled them down, fully exposing Lucifer. Lucifer's arousal was evident, his erection standing proud and ready. Alastor's eyes darkened with desire at the sight.

"You're perfect," he whispered, his voice filled with reverence. Lucifer's response was a low growl of need. "Enough teasing. Just fuck me."

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The first rays of sunlight crept through the curtains, gently caressing Alastor's face. He stirred, his eyes opening as consciousness freely returned. Instinctively, he reached for the other side of the bed, hoping to feel the detective's warmth. Instead, his hand met cold empty sheets.

Alastor sat up, slightly furrowing his brow. The detective's absence was unusual, especially at such an early hour. He ran a hand through his tousled hair, his gaze scanning the room for any sign of his partner. Finding none, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood, lazily stretching.

As he descended the stairs, an enticing aroma reached him. The scent of freshly brewed coffee, mixed with something sweet and savory, drew him to the kitchen.

Alastor paused at the threshold, a smile tugging at his lips as he took in the sight before him. Lucifer stood at the stove, his back to Alastor, skillfully flipping pancakes while keeping an eye on sizzling bacon. He had opted for a simple white t-shirt and sweatpants; his feet bare on the cool tiled floor. His hair was slightly mussed from sleep, giving him a softer appearance.

Alastor was captivated by the domestic atmosphere of the scene. The way Lucifer moved around the kitchen with easy confidence, the quiet humming under his breath as he worked, the gentle morning light filtering through the window and casting a golden glow over everything – it was all incredibly charming.

Suddenly, Lucifer's voice broke the silence. "Are you planning to stand there all morning? You'll burn a hole in my back if you keep staring so intently." Alastor grinned, pushing off from the doorframe and sauntering into the kitchen. "Can you blame me for admiring the view, my dear? It's not every day I witness such a delightful sight first thing in the morning."

Alastor crept up behind Lucifer, wrapping his arms around the detective's waist and pulling him close. Lucifer tensed slightly but quickly relaxed into the embrace. "You know," Alastor murmured, his lips brushing Lucifer's ear, "I could have made breakfast myself."

Lucifer chuckled, turning his head to meet Alastor's gaze. "You always make," he pointed out. "I thought it would be nice if I cooked for you for once."

Alastor hummed appreciatively, nuzzling into Lucifer's neck. "Well, I certainly appreciate the gesture, darling. Though I must say, it was rather rude of you to leave me alone this morning."

Lucifer turned in Alastor's arms, raising an eyebrow. "Really? And here I thought I was being considerate, letting you sleep while I prepared breakfast."

"Hmm, perhaps," Alastor conceded, tracing idle patterns on Lucifer's back. "But tell me, detective, why are you up so early? It's not like you to be an early bird."

"Maybe because I have a job," Lucifer's lips quirked into a slight smile. "Speaking of work, don't you have your own duties to attend to? You know, your company won't run itself." Lucifer emphasized his words by playfully poking Alastor in the chest.

Alastor's smile turned mischievous. "Oh, I have it on good authority that Niffty is more than capable of handling things on her own today. And I'm quite certain I can think of far more interesting ways to spend our time."

As if to emphasize his point, Alastor leaned in, his lips just inches from Lucifer's. But before he could close the distance, Lucifer slipped out of his arms.

"Nice try," Lucifer smirked, backing away. "But some of us take our work seriously. Now, table. Set it. Go."

Alastor heaved a dramatic sigh but complied, gathering plates and cutlery. As he laid them out on the small kitchen table, he couldn't help but marvel at how domestic it all felt. It was a far from his solitary mornings of the past, and he found he quite liked the change.

Soon, they were seated across from each other, plates of perfectly cooked omelets and toast between them. Alastor took a sip of coffee, savoring the rich flavor.

"I must say, detective, you've outdone yourself," he said appreciatively. "If I had known you were such a talented cook, I would have invited you for breakfast much sooner."

Lucifer smiled, a flash of pride in his eyes. "Well, I'm full of surprises. Though I must admit, cooking for two is a pleasant change of pace."

The peaceful atmosphere was interrupted by the shrill ring of Lucifer's phone. Before the detective could react, Alastor snatched up the device.

"Al...!" Lucifer exclaimed, reaching for the phone. "Give that back. It could be important." Alastor held the phone out of reach, silencing it by pressing the decline button.

"Nothing that can't wait," Alastor replied calmly, taking a sip of coffee.

The phone rang again, more insistently this time. Alastor sighed, picking it up.

"Good morning, you've reached Detective Lucifer Morningstar. He's a little busy at the moment, may I take a message?" Alastor said into the receiver.

There was a confused silence on the other end before a familiar voice spoke. "Uh... Alastor? Is that you?"

Alastor's grin widened. "Ah, Anthony! How delightful to hear your voice this fine morning. To what do we owe the pleasure of your call?"

Anthony sounded flustered. "I... uh... wait, why are you answering the boss's phone? You know what, never mind. We've got a situation here. I need the boss. There's been..."

Lucifer watched as Alastor casually chatted with Anthony on the phone, his eyes narrowing in a mixture of irritation and determination. He knew he couldn't let this conversation drag on, especially if it concerned work. Suddenly, an idea struck him.

Lucifer rose from his chair. Disregarding the plates of half-eaten breakfast, he deftly maneuvered across the table, displaying unexpected agility. In a moment, he was settling himself onto Alastor's lap, arms draped around his neck.

Alastor's eyes widened in surprise, but the smile didn’t leave his face. His free hand instinctively went to Lucifer's waist, steadying him.

"Anthony, hold on a moment, we'll call you back," Alastor said into the receiver, his voice a bit husky from Lucifer's sudden proximity. His eyes darkened with desire as he met the detective's mischievous gaze.

Alastor began to lean in slowly, his lips nearly touching Lucifer's. The air between them seemed to crackle with tension. But a moment before their lips met, Lucifer suddenly snatched the phone from Alastor's hand and quickly stood up.

"Anthony? It's Lucifer. Sorry for the delay. What's going on?" he asked, instantly reverting to his professional tone. He began pacing around the kitchen, listening intently to Anthony, occasionally throwing glances at Alastor.

"Ah, you little shit," Alastor muttered, left sitting with his eyebrows raised in surprise.

Lucifer listened carefully to Anthony, his face growing more serious with each passing second. "Yes, I understand. The address? Alright, I'll be there in half an hour," he ended the call and turned back to Alastor.

"Sorry, but our breakfast will have to be postponed," Lucifer said in a disappointed tone, putting down the receiver.

Alastor sighed heavily, leaning back in his chair. "You know," Alastor mused with a hint of teasing in his voice, "if this keeps up, I might have to resort to drastic measures. I may have to kidnap you just to spend time together."

Lucifer chuckled, already moving to gather his things. "I'd like to see you try," he teased back, but there was a warmth in his eyes that softened the words. "Because I'll have you know, I'm quite adept at escaping captivity."

Alastor's grin widened. "Oh, I'm counting on it, detective. After all, the chase is half the fun."

Lucifer smiled, stepping closer to Alastor. "Well, if you do try to kidnap me, I promise to make the escape interesting," he said playfully. "But for now, I have to go - duty calls."

He quickly kissed Alastor on the cheek and headed towards the bedroom, shedding his loungewear as he went. A few minutes later, Lucifer returned, already dressed in his usual attire.

"I'll call when I'm done," with these words, Lucifer rushed out of the house and sped off to his car.

Alastor closed the door and leaned against it. Taking out his phone, Alastor dialed his assistant's number. "Niffty, good morning. Sorry for the early call, but I have a request for you," he said.

"Good morning, boss! What do you need?" Niffty replied cheerfully.

"Please prepare all the documents for the new radio network expansion project for signing. And also the financial performance reports for the last quarter - they need to be reviewed too."

"Of course, boss! Everything will be ready for your arrival."

"Thank you, Niffty. You're irreplaceable as always," said Alastor and ended the call.

Meanwhile, Lucifer arrived at the crime scene. After parking the car, he got out and headed towards the area cordoned off with tape. The police officers on duty at the tape noticeably tensed upon seeing the detective. They exchanged glances, clearly nervous about his arrival.

Lucifer confidently walked past them, showing his badge. He quickly surveyed the crime scene, looking for his team. Spotting them near the entrance to the house, he headed there.

Anthony noticed him first and waved, beckoning him over. "Hey, boss! You're just in time for the party. Although it seems our main guest has already departed to a better world," Anthony joked, trying to lighten the tense atmosphere.

"Good morning, everyone, I hope it's truly a better one. What do we have here? And where's Vaggie?" the detective asked with concern.

Emily slowly rose. Her face was focused, and fatigue reflected in her eyes. She turned to Lucifer and nodded towards the far corner of the yard. "Vaggie's over there, boss," Emily said, pointing. "And it seems she's having some... issues with journalists."

Lucifer followed her gesture and saw Vaggie standing by the fence, emotionally arguing with a group of people in civilian clothes. Even from afar, it was noticeable how her shoulders tensed, and her hands gesticulated actively in the air.

"Just what we needed," the detective muttered.

Lucifer sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Looks like we'll have to deal with this too. Stay here. I'll talk to them myself."

He quickly made his way across the yard, bypassing groups of forensic experts who were carefully examining every inch of the territory. Approaching the scene of the argument, Lucifer heard snippets of conversation.

"...please lower your cameras and let us do our job!" Vaggie's irritated voice reached him.

He decisively headed towards the fence, where journalists had almost broken through the defense of the confused police officers. Seeing the detective approach, the reporters intensified their pressure, shouting questions.

Lucifer raised his hands, gesturing for silence. For a moment, the noise subsided, and he took advantage of this opportunity.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I understand your desire for information, but this is neither the time nor the place for a press conference. We are at an active crime scene, and your presence here could hinder the investigation. I ask you to step back beyond the perimeter and wait for an official statement."

His words seemed to only add fuel to the fire. The journalists started shouting again, trying to outdo each other. But one voice stood out from the crowd, clear and provocative.

"Detective Morningstar! How do you comment on the accusations of your bias regarding the case of radio company owner Mr. Hartfelt? Didn't your personal relationship influence the acquittal of a potential serial killer?"

These words made Lucifer freeze. Vaggie tensed beside him. His eyes narrowed, searching for the source of this question. He saw a young woman with a microphone looking at him challengingly.

For a moment, silence fell. Other journalists, sensing a sensation, began to develop this topic one after another.

"Don't you think you should recuse yourself from the case given your possible professional incompetence?"

"How can you guarantee the objectivity of the investigation, given the current situation?"

"How long have you been in a romantic relationship with the suspect in the former case?"

Lucifer felt his patience starting to wear thin. He took a deep breath, trying to maintain calm. When he spoke, his voice was low and controlled, but there was a steely note in it.

"Listen to me carefully, because I'll say this only once," he began, looking straight into the cameras. "The case was closed after a thorough investigation and trial. All evidence was presented to the court, and the decision was made according to the law. My personal relationships have nothing to do with my professional activities."

He paused, surveying the crowd of journalists. "As for the current case, I will not comment on an active investigation. Your speculation and provocative questions are not only unethical but can also hinder the investigation."

Lucifer stepped forward, his gaze hardening. "Now I insist that you all leave the area immediately. If any of you try to cross the police tape or publish any information about this murder without official permission, I will personally ensure that you are held accountable for obstructing justice. Is that clear?"

The journalists, stunned by his harshness, began to retreat. Some were still trying to ask questions, but their voices no longer sounded as confident.

Lucifer turned to the police officers guarding the perimeter. "Strengthen security. Don't let anyone in without my personal permission. If anyone tries to break through - arrest them."

The officers nodded, clearly impressed by his authority.

Returning to the crime scene, Lucifer felt Vaggie gently touch his elbow. "Are you okay, boss?" she asked quietly, her eyes full of concern.

Lucifer sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Yes, Vaggie. It's just... this was unexpected. But now is not the time for this. We have work to do. Let's get back to the team."

They silently walked to the house where the rest of the detectives were waiting. Emily and Anthony looked up as they entered, sensing the tension.

"Everything alright, boss?" Anthony asked cautiously.

Lucifer nodded, trying to appear calm. "Yes, just some minor problems with the press. Nothing we haven't dealt with before. Now, what do we have?"

Emily stepped forward, ready to report on the situation. "Boss, the situation is... unusual," she began, leading him to the bedroom.

When they entered, Lucifer froze. A man was lying on the floor. His body was covered with numerous stab wounds, and a grimace of pain and horror was frozen on his face.

"The victim is a male, 35 years old," Emily reported. "He worked as a programmer at a large IT company."

Lucifer slowly circled the body, carefully studying the details. "Time of death?"

"According to preliminary data, about 8-10 hours ago," replied Vaggie, who had just entered the room.

The detective nodded, his gaze stopping on the bedside table. There was a framed photograph - the man was hugging a young woman, both smiling at the camera.

"And who's this?" Lucifer asked, pointing to the woman.

"The victim's wife," Emily answered. "31 years old, works as a teacher at a local school."

Lucifer frowned. "And where is she now?"

Silence fell. Emily and Vaggie exchanged tense glances.

"What?" Lucifer asked, feeling a chill run down his spine. "Where's the wife?"

Vaggie took a deep breath. "We... we didn't find her, boss."

Lucifer turned to her sharply. "What do you mean you didn't find her? Did you search the whole house?"

"Yes, sir," Vaggie nodded. "Every room, every closet. She's nowhere to be found."

The detective felt his heart start to beat faster. "Maybe she just... went somewhere? Maybe she's safe?"

Emily shook her head. "Unlikely, boss. We found signs of a struggle in the kitchen. Broken dishes, overturned chairs. And... blood. Not much, but it's there."

Lucifer ran a hand through his hair, his mind working feverishly. "So we have a second victim. But where is she? Why did the killer take her but leave the husband's body?"

Lucifer and his team meticulously combed through the crime scene with grim expressions, piecing together the horrific events that had occurred. The detective's sharp gaze scanned every inch of the house, looking for clues that could reveal the whereabouts of the missing woman.

"Emily, check the basement again," Lucifer ordered, his voice tense with concern. "Vaggie, I want you to coordinate with the forensics team. Make sure they process all the evidence we've found. Anthony, contact the neighbors, see if anyone heard or saw anything unusual last night."

As his team dispersed to carry out their tasks, Lucifer returned to the bedroom where the body lay. He crouched down, squinting, examining the wounds more closely. The inconsistent pattern of stab wounds indicated a frenzied attack, possibly driven by rage or panic.

Hours passed as they diligently collected evidence, took photographs, and questioned potential witnesses. As the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the crime scene, Lucifer finally spoke.

"Alright," he announced, gathering everyone in the living room. "That's it for today. The forensics team will finish processing the scene, and we'll meet again tomorrow morning to review everything we've found."

Later that evening, Lucifer sat hunched over his laptop at the dining table, surrounded by case files and empty coffee mugs. The bright glow of the screen illuminated his tired face as he examined crime scene photos and witness statements.

In Lucifer's focused mind, he barely heard the sound of a key turning in the lock. Alastor entered the apartment, his gaze immediately falling on the detective.

"Again, detective?" Alastor said, rolling his eyes dramatically. "I swear, one day I'll see you've grown into that laptop of yours."

Despite his fatigue, Lucifer couldn't help but smile at Alastor's theatrics. "You're late," he remarked, glancing at the clock on his desk. It was well past midnight.

Alastor approached, loosening his tie. "Lots of work today. The new  project is keeping everyone on their toes." He peered over Lucifer's shoulder at the laptop screen, his eyes narrowing as he examined the gruesome images.

"My, my," Alastor murmured, his voice a mix of fascination and distaste. "What terribly sloppy work. Absolutely dreadful craftsmanship, if you ask me."

Lucifer turned to look at him, surprise on his face. "Sloppy? What do you mean?"

Alastor's eyes widened slightly, realizing his mistake. "Ah, pardon me. Professional habit, I suppose." He cleared his throat, continuing more carefully: "The perpetrator seems inexperienced. The wounds are inconsistent, lacking precision. The depth varies drastically from one to another. It suggests someone new to... such things."

Lucifer frowned as he considered Alastor's words. "We're also dealing with a missing woman. The victim's wife."

"Ah," Alastor nodded, his expression darkening. "That explains a lot. Harming a woman is particularly low, even for criminals."

"How can you be so sure that she's..." Lucifer trailed off, unable to finish the thought.

Alastor's voice softened, a note of compassion creeping in. "In cases like these, detective, time is rarely on the FBI's side. An inexperienced killer, overwhelmed by the situation, might... act rashly."

Alastor placed a comforting hand on Lucifer's shoulder. "I have no doubt you'll solve the case, my dear detective. You always do. But perhaps it's time to let that brilliant mind of your rest?"

Lucifer shook his head stubbornly. "I can't. While she's still out there, possibly in danger. I need to keep working to find what we've missed."

Alastor sighed, but his smile was gentle. "Very well, I won't argue with you tonight. But don't stay up too late, dear."

With that, Alastor leaned down and gently kissed Lucifer's forehead before heading to the bedroom. "Don't make me drag you to bed," he called over his shoulder in a playful tone, but with an underlying hint of genuine concern.

Lucifer chuckled quietly, watching Alastor retreat. "I won't," he promised, though they both knew it was likely a lie.

Turning back to his laptop, Lucifer immersed himself in the case materials with renewed determination. He scrolled through witness testimonies, financial records, and forensic reports, searching for any details that might crack the case.

Hours passed, and Lucifer's eyelids grew heavier and heavier. He fought against the encroaching exhaustion, forcing himself to focus on the screen before him. But eventually, his body began to betray him.

His head started to nod, chin dipping towards his chest before he jerked awake again. This cycle repeated several times, each period of unconsciousness lasting a bit longer than the last.

Finally, Lucifer's defenses crumbled completely. His head tilted forward, resting on his folded arms on the table. The soft, even sound of his breathing filled the quiet room as he succumbed to exhaustion.

He wasn't sure how much time had passed when he suddenly felt himself being lifted. Lucifer's first instinct in his groggy state was to resist, his body tensing as he tried to orient himself.

"Shh, it's alright," a familiar voice soothed. "It's just me."

Lucifer relaxed as he recognized Alastor's voice, allowing himself to be cradled against the other man's chest. He felt himself being carried, the gentle swaying threatening to lull him back to sleep.

Alastor navigated the apartment carefully, trying not to jostle his precious cargo. He nudged the bedroom door open with his foot, maneuvering through the dark room with practiced ease.

With extreme gentleness, Alastor lowered Lucifer onto the bed. The detective stirred slightly as his body touched the soft mattress, but he didn't fully wake. Alastor carefully removed Lucifer's shoes and loosened his tie to make him as comfortable as possible without disturbing his sleep.

Satisfied, Alastor pulled the covers over the sleeping Lucifer. For a moment, he stood watching the rise and fall of Lucifer's chest, a tender smile playing on his lips.

Chapter Text

Lucifer sat across from the woman, closely watching her tear-stained face as she recalled the last time, she saw her sister. The small interrogation room was even more cramped and stuffy than usual, the air heavy with grief and fear.

"Please, detective," Sarah begged, her voice breaking. "You have to find my sister. She's all the family I have left."

Lucifer leaned forward; his expression compassionate but focused. "We're doing everything we can, miss. Can you tell me about your last meeting with your sister? Any detail, no matter how small, could be crucial."

Sarah nodded, wiping her eyes with a crumpled tissue. "It was last Tuesday. We met for coffee at that little cafe near her house. She seemed... happy, everything was fine."

"Did she mention any problems with her husband? Any new acquaintances that worried her?"

Sarah shook her head. "No, nothing like that. They had their ups and downs like any couple, but they loved each other. And she wasn't the type to keep secrets from me."

Lucifer made a note in his folder, his pen quietly scratching on the paper. "What about her work? Any issues?"

"She loved teaching," Sarah replied. "The kids adored her. I can't imagine..."

Her voice trailed off as new tears welled up. Lucifer waited patiently, giving her a moment to compose herself.

"I'm sorry," Sarah whispered. "It's just... I can't bear the thought of her out there, alone and scared. Or worse..." She couldn't finish the sentence.

Lucifer reached out a hand. "We're going to find her, miss. I promise you, we won't rest until we bring your sister home."

Sarah looked at him, her eyes shining with a mixture of hope and despair. "Thank you, detective. Please just... find my sister."

Lucifer nodded. "We will. Thank you for your time. If you think of anything else, no matter how insignificant it might seem, please don't hesitate to contact us."

He escorted Sarah out of the interrogation room, watching as she walked down the hallway. Once she was out of earshot, Lucifer turned to his team, who had been observing the interview through the one-way glass.

"Well?" he asked, furrowing his brow. "What do you think?"

Anthony spoke first. "Poor woman. You can see how devastated she is."

Vaggie nodded in agreement. "It's clear they were close. I can't imagine what she's going through."

Lucifer frowned. "Maybe. But something's off. I don't trust her."

His team exchanged surprised looks.

"What do you mean, boss?" Emily asked. "She's the victim's sister. I don't think she could be involved in her disappearance."

Lucifer shook his head. "I'm not saying she's involved. But I think she's hiding something. Her grief seems... performative somehow. As if she's trying too hard to convince us of her innocence."

Anthony raised an eyebrow. "Come on, boss. She's her sister. Even if there were disagreements between them, she couldn't have harmed her."

Lucifer suddenly froze, feeling his heart skip a beat. Memories he had long tried to bury suddenly surfaced.

He shook his head as if trying to physically shake off the past. "You'd be surprised," Lucifer muttered barely audibly.

Vaggie nodded, still looking at him intently. "Besides, she has an alibi. She was with her boyfriend that night."

"Really?" Lucifer looked at her in surprise. "And you checked this?"

"Yes, of course," Vaggie replied. "Her boyfriend confirmed they were together all night. He even has video from the surveillance camera near his house showing them entering together and leaving the next morning."

Hours passed as the team examined evidence, searched for clues, and put together timelines. The sun had long since set when Lucifer found himself alone in his office, surrounded by case files and empty coffee cups. His team sat nearby, their own desks piled with reports and witness statements.

They worked in companionable silence, the only sound the rustle of papers and the quiet tapping of computer keys. Lucifer was so absorbed in his work that he barely noticed the commotion outside his office until the door opened.

Sera entered, her face covered with a mask of barely contained fury. She threw a newspaper onto Lucifer's desk with such force that he jumped.

"Care to explain this?" she asked in a dangerously low voice.

Lucifer glanced at the headline, his stomach sinking as he read: "FBI AGENT'S ROMANTIC ENTANGLEMENT COMPROMISES MURDER INVESTIGATION."

Before he could respond, Sera turned to the desks where Vaggie, Emily, and Anthony sat. "Give us the room, please. You're free for today, you can go."

They hesitated, looking intently at the detective, and waiting for instructions. He nodded, and they quickly gathered their things and left, closing the door behind them.

Lucifer took a deep breath, bracing himself for the confrontation. "Sera, I can explain..."

"Save it," she snapped. "I want to know why you didn't refute these accusations when reporters ambushed you at the crime scene. Instead, you danced around the question, and now we have this circus."

Lucifer ran a hand through his hair, frustration evident in his voice. "I was trying to preserve the integrity of the investigation. Engaging with their baseless accusations would only have added more fuel to their fire."

Sera narrowed her eyes. "And now we have the press questioning the competence of the entire Bureau. Do you have any idea how much damage control I've had to do?"

"I can..." Lucifer began, but Sera cut him off with a sharp gesture.

"You know what? I've had enough." She straightened up, her posture hardening with anger. "I'm handing this case over to Adam's team."

Lucifer jumped to his feet. "What? You can't do that!"

"I can, and I will," Sera replied coldly. "At least he follows protocol instead of breaking every possible rule."

"Sera, please," Lucifer pleaded. "This isn't just about me. There's a woman out there who needs our help."

For a moment, Sera's expression softened. Then she shook her head. "You won't be completely removed from the case. You and your team will assist Adam's group. But he'll take the lead."

"This is ridiculous," Lucifer protested. "We..."

"Enough!" Sera's voice cracked like a whip. "Don't dig yourself a deeper hole, agent. You're lucky I'm not suspending you outright. Adam is leading this case, end of discussion."

With those words, she turned on her heel and left the office, leaving Lucifer staring after her.

For a long moment, he stood frozen, his mind reeling. Then he slowly sank back into his chair. He picked up the newspaper, scanning the article with growing anger. The reporter had twisted his words, painting a terrible picture of an agent too entangled to properly do his job.

Growling in frustration, Lucifer grabbed the newspaper and his laptop and stormed out of the office, passing concerned colleagues without a word.

Lucifer burst out of his office, fury radiating from every pore. Turning the corner to the elevator, he nearly collided with Adam, who was smirking smugly, which only intensified Lucifer's rage.

"Well, well," Adam drawled, his tone dripping with condescension. "If it isn't the great Detective Morningstar. I heard you've been demoted to my assistant on the case. How the mighty have fallen."

Lucifer's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Watch it, Adam. I'm not in the mood for your smug bullshit."

Adam's smirk widened. "Oh, come on, Lucifer. No need to be bitter. I'm sure you'll make a great errand boy. Who knows? Maybe you'll even learn something about proper FBI work."

"Oh, shut up," Lucifer snapped, his voice laced with venom. "The only thing you're good at is kissing ass and following rules. Some of us actually solve cases."

Adam's expression hardened. "At least I don't let my personal life compromise investigations. Tell me, how's your criminal doing these days?"

Lucifer clenched his fists at his sides, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "Say one more word about him, and I swear I'll—"

"You'll what?" Adam interrupted, stepping closer. "Hit me? Go ahead. Give Sera another reason to pull you off this case completely."

For a moment, the two men stood toe-to-toe, tension crackling between them. Then Lucifer forced himself to step back, his voice cold. "This isn't over, Adam."

As Lucifer walked away, Adam called after him, "Looking forward to working together, partner. Don't forget to bring coffee to our morning briefing!"

Lucifer didn't bother to respond, letting the elevator doors close on Adam's mocking laughter. He leaned against the wall, seething with anger and more determined than ever to crack this case and put Adam in his place.

As he drove through the dark streets, Lucifer's thoughts were racing. He needed to talk to someone. Almost without realizing it, he found himself pulling up outside Alastor's office building.

The night guard eyed him suspiciously as he approached the reception desk. "I'm sorry, sir, but the building is closed to visitors at this hour."

Lucifer flashed his badge. "FBI. I need to speak with Mr. Hartfelt immediately."

The guard hesitated, clearly torn between protocol and the authority of a federal agent. Before he could make a decision, a familiar voice called from the lobby.

"Detective! What a pleasant surprise!"

Lucifer turned to see Husk, Alastor's head of security, striding towards them. The gruff man nodded to the night guard. "It's alright, he's with me."

As they rode the elevator up to Alastor's office, Husk gave Lucifer a sidelong glance. "Everything okay, detective? It's not like you to show up this late without warning."

Lucifer managed a strained smile. "Thanks for the help, Husk. Just need to discuss something with Alastor."

Husk nodded, concern evident but respecting Lucifer's privacy. "Anytime. You know where to find me if you need anything else."

Once Husk left him at Alastor's office door, Lucifer burst in without knocking. Alastor looked up from his desk, surprise quickly turning to concern as he took in Lucifer's agitated state.

"Darling? What's wrong?"

In response, Lucifer slapped the crumpled newspaper onto Alastor's desk. "This. This is what's wrong."

Alastor glanced at the headline, raising an eyebrow. He leaned back in his chair, taking a sip from a steaming cup of tea as Lucifer began to pace furiously around the office.

"Can you believe the audacity of these vultures?" Lucifer fumed, gesturing wildly. "Twisting my words, implying that I'm incapable of doing my job. As if I would ever let personal feelings compromise an investigation!"

He turned to face Alastor, his eyes blazing. "And now Sera's pulled me off this case. Well, not completely, but she's put Adam in charge. Adam! That by-the-book, smug little—"

Lucifer continued to pace around Alastor's office, his anger palpable with every step. Alastor remained seated at his desk, calmly sipping his tea, and watching the detective with a mixture of concern and curiosity.

"You have no idea how insufferable it's going to be working with him," Lucifer spat, running a hand through his already disheveled hair. "That man is a textbook example of everything wrong with law enforcement bureaucracy. He's more concerned with following rules and protocols than actually solving cases and helping people!"

"I just can't believe this," Lucifer continued, his voice strained with pent-up emotion. "Of all the people Sera could have put in charge, it had to be Adam. Adam! Can you imagine how insufferable he's going to be?"

Alastor carefully set down his cup. "I take it you two don't get along very well?"

Lucifer laughed bitterly. "That's putting it mildly."

"And now you'll have to work under his leadership," Alastor summarized in a neutral voice.

"Exactly!" Lucifer exclaimed, throwing his hands up in frustration. "Can you imagine? Me having to report to Adam? It's going to be a nightmare. He'll insist on following every ridiculous protocol, filling out forms in triplicate and wasting precious time on pointless bureaucratic nonsense while a woman's life hangs in the balance!"

Alastor leaned forward, resting his elbows on the polished surface of his desk. "Perhaps there's a way to use this situation to your advantage, my dear."

Lucifer stopped mid-stride and turned to Alastor with a skeptical expression. "How? By learning to be a good little lapdog?"

A slight smile played at the corners of Alastor's mouth. "Not quite. Think of it this way: while Adam is busy dotting every 'i' and crossing every 't', you'll have the freedom to pursue leads he might overlook. Sometimes working in someone's shadow can provide unexpected opportunities."

Lucifer pondered this for a moment, then shook his head. "It's not just that, Alastor. Adam is going to lord this over me at every opportunity. He's going to make my life a living hell, and he'll have that smug smile of the whole time." His voice dropped to a low growl. "Sometimes I just want to strangle him with..."

"Darling," Alastor smoothly interjected, his voice taking on a dangerous edge. "If you'd like, I could always... take care of this problem for you. Permanently. Your reputation would remain untarnished, and I assure you, no one would ever find the body."

Lucifer's eyes widened in shock. "No! Alastor, no! We can't... I mean, you can't... Nobody is killing anybody!" He ran a hand over his face, suddenly looking very tired. "I appreciate the offer, I really do, but that's not the solution."

Alastor shrugged, leaning back in his chair. "The offer stands if you change your mind. But perhaps you're right. There are usually more... elegant solutions to such problems."

Lucifer sank into one of the plush chairs opposite Alastor's desk, seeming to deflate as the fight drained out of him. "I just don't know what to do, Al. This case is important. And now with this media circus and Adam taking control."

Alastor rose, moving around the desk to perch on its edge near Lucifer. He reached out, gently taking one of Lucifer's hands in his own. "You've let this newspaper article get to you. You know, not everyone believes everything they read in the press."

As Lucifer opened his mouth to respond, there was a soft knock at the door. Both men turned to see a young woman standing in the doorway with a stack of papers in her hands. Her eyes widened as she took in the scene before her.

"Oh! I'm sorry to interrupt," she stammered, clearly flustered. "I didn't know you had company, Mr. Hartfelt. I can come back later."

Alastor waved a dismissive hand. "No need. Please, come in. What do you have for me?"

Charlotte hesitated for a moment before entering the office. She placed the stack of papers on Alastor's desk, casting curious glances at Lucifer as she did so. "These are the quarterly reports you requested, sir."

"Excellent work, as always," Alastor said smoothly. "That will be all for now."

The girl nodded, her gaze lingering on Lucifer for a moment longer before she hurriedly exited the office, closing the door behind her.

Lucifer glanced at his watch and sighed, realizing how late it had gotten. The stress of the day seemed to settle heavily on his shoulders as he rose from the luxurious chair.

"I should go," he said reluctantly.

Alastor gracefully rose from his perch on the desk, his brow furrowing with concern.

"I'll drive you," Alastor said. "I was about to leave anyway."

Lucifer hesitated, his gaze drifting to the stack of papers the assistant had brought earlier. "Are you sure? It looks like you still have work to do."

Alastor followed his gaze and chuckled softly. "Those reports can wait until morning. Your well-being is far more important to me."

A small smile tugged at Lucifer's lips, some of the tension easing from his frame. "Well, if you put it that way... But what about my car? I can't leave it here overnight."

"Don't worry," Alastor assured him. "I'll have Husk bring it over. He's more than capable of handling such a simple task."

Lucifer nodded, finally relenting. "Alright, you've convinced me."

As they left the office, Alastor gently placed a hand on the small of Lucifer's back, guiding him towards the elevator. The simple gesture seemed to ground Lucifer, and he leaned ever so slightly into the touch.

"You know," the detective mused as they waited for the elevator to arrive, "it's getting a bit... inconvenient to keep shuttling back and forth between our places like this."

Alastor elegantly arched an eyebrow as he turned to Lucifer. "Oh?" he said, a hint of curiosity and a shade of anticipation in his voice. "Is that a hint I detect?"

Lucifer met Alastor's gaze steadily, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "It might be," he admitted.

The elevator dinged, its doors sliding open, but neither man moved to enter immediately. Alastor's eyes shone with warmth and excitement as he leaned in slightly. "After you."

Meanwhile, on the other side of town in a dimly lit bar, Vaggie, Anthony, and Emily sat huddled around a small table, sipping beer.

Emily took a big gulp of her drink before breaking the tense silence. "So... how angry do you think the boss is right now?"

Vaggie let out a humorless laugh. "On a scale of one to nuclear meltdown? I'd say we're looking at Chernobyl levels of anger."

"You saw his face when he stormed out of the office," Anthony added, shaking his head. "I thought he was going to put his fist through a wall."

Emily grimaced. "God, I hope he doesn't do anything stupid. The last thing we need is for him to be suspended on top of everything else."

"Lucifer may be a hothead sometimes, but he's not an idiot," Vaggie said, though there was a hint of uncertainty in her voice. "He knows how much is riding on this case."

Anthony nodded in agreement. "Yeah, but you gotta admit, working under Adam is going to test even his legendary self-control. I mean, can you imagine those two trying to play nice?"

"It's going to be a disaster," Emily groaned, dropping her head into her hands. "I just hope the boss doesn't actually kill Adam tomorrow."

"Hey, the boss isn't the only one who needs to keep their cool tomorrow," Anthony remarked, throwing a meaningful glance at Vaggie.

Vaggie's eyes flashed dangerously. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Anthony raised his hands defensively, though a hint of amusement played at the corners of his mouth. "Hey, I'm just saying, if you and the boss had the chance, you'd both probably want to take a swing at Adam."

Vaggie's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Watch it, Anthony. I might decide to practice on you first."

"Alright, alright," Anthony chuckled, taking another swig of beer. "But you can't deny tomorrow's going to be... interesting, to say the least."

Emily groaned, dropping her head to the table. "God, don't remind me. I'm already dreading it."

"Come on, it might not be that bad," Vaggie said, though her tone lacked conviction. She absently traced the rim of her glass with her finger. "Maybe Adam will surprise us all and actually be... professional."

Anthony snorted. "Yeah, and maybe pigs will fly."

The three of them lapsed into contemplative silence, each lost in their own thoughts about the challenges that lay ahead. The quiet hum of other patrons' conversations and the soft clink of glasses created a soothing background noise.

As they finished their drinks, the weight of the day seemed to lift slightly from their shoulders. They gathered their things and headed for the exit, stepping out into the cool night air. The street was quiet, with only the occasional car passing by.

"See you in the morning," Anthony said, giving a mock salute before heading off in the direction of his apartment.

Emily and Vaggie exchanged a look, both silently acknowledging the difficulties that awaited them.

"It'll be okay," Emily said softly, though it wasn't entirely clear if she was reassuring Vaggie or herself.

Vaggie managed a small smile. "Yeah, it will be. Goodnight, Em."

As they parted ways, each heading to their own homes, the gravity of the situation settled over them once again. Tomorrow would indeed be interesting, and they could only hope they were prepared for whatever it might bring.

Chapter Text

Lucifer slowly opened his eyes, and as his vision cleared, he felt a familiar presence beside him. Alastor was sitting, leaning against the headboard, deeply engrossed in a book.

Lucifer took a moment to admire the sight. Alastor's hair was slightly tousled from sleep, which was quite uncharacteristic for him, giving him a softer appearance. His reading glasses were perched on the bridge of his nose, and his eyes moved quickly across the pages of the book. The morning light illuminated his sharp facial features, casting a golden glow on his chestnut hair.

"Good morning," said Alastor, without looking up, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Did you sleep well?"

Lucifer stretched lazily, his muscles pleasantly aching. "Mmm, yes," he mumbled, his voice still hoarse from sleep.

Lucifer slowly rose, propping himself up on his elbow. He paused for a moment, looking at Alastor, who was completely absorbed in his book. Then he carefully swung one leg over Alastor's thighs, sitting on his lap. Alastor raised an eyebrow slightly but didn't look up from the book. Gradually, Lucifer slid down, arching his back so that his head was below the book. He wrapped his arms around Alastor's waist, pressing his cheek against his chest. The book now rested on Lucifer's back.

Finally, Lucifer turned his head, burying his nose in the crook of Alastor's neck. He inhaled deeply, savoring the familiar scent. His forehead pressed against Alastor's warm skin, and Lucifer felt the tension leaving his body.

Alastor, finally looking up from the book, glanced down at Lucifer, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Comfortable?" he asked, his voice tinged with a barely contained smile.

Lucifer purred contentedly, pressing closer. "Very," he murmured, his voice still muffled from sleep. "You make an excellent pillow."

Alastor chuckled, the sound warm and rich. "I'm glad to be of use," he said dryly. "Although I hope you realize you're interrupting my reading."

"Mm, what a shame," Lucifer replied, not sounding sorry at all. He lifted his head, meeting Alastor's gaze with a playful glint in his eyes.

With a theatrical sigh, Alastor closed the book and set it aside on the nightstand. His now-free hand found its way to Lucifer's hair, fingers gently combing through the golden strands. Lucifer practically purred at the touch. "And what, pray tell, am I supposed to do now that you've so rudely interrupted my reading?"

Lucifer raised his head, meeting Alastor's gaze with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I'm sure you can think of something," he said with a hint of challenge in his voice. "You could start by kissing me."

Alastor's lips curved into a smirk. "My, my, aren't we demanding this morning?" he teased, his fingers continuing their soothing actions. "What makes you think you deserve such a reward?"

Instead of answering, Lucifer rose up, bringing his face level with Alastor's. He closed the distance between them, capturing his lips in a slow kiss. Alastor responded instantly, one hand cupping the back of Lucifer's neck while the other dropped to his waist, pulling him closer.

When they finally parted, Alastor's eyes were shining with a mixture of affection and amusement. "Well, when you put it like that," he murmured, "how could I refuse?"

Lucifer smiled triumphantly, nestling against Alastor's chest. For a few moments, they simply enjoyed the cozy silence, Alastor's fingers once again gently exploring Lucifer's hair.

"As much as I'm enjoying this," Alastor said casually, breaking the peaceful silence, "don't you have a meeting to get to...?"

Lucifer groaned, burying his face in Alastor's chest. "Don't remind me," he grumbled, his voice muffled. "I'm still half-convinced this is all some terrible nightmare."

Alastor's chest rumbled with suppressed laughter. "I'm afraid not, my dear. Though I must say, your predicament does have a certain... entertainment value."

Lucifer lifted his head to glare at Alastor. "I'm so glad my suffering amuses you," he said dryly. "You try working with that smug bastard and see how you like it."

"I'm sure it won't be as bad as you're imagining," Alastor gently chided.

"It will be a nightmare," Lucifer snorted.

Alastor's expression turned thoughtful. "You know," he said, his voice taking on a dangerous edge, "my offer from yesterday still stands. Say the word, and your problem could... disappear."

"As tempting as that is," he said, "I'm afraid I'll have to decline. Though you could show me mercy and just torture me to death. It's bound to be less painful than working with him."

Alastor's eyes glinted with dark amusement. "Be careful what you wish for, darling," he purred. "Don't forget who you're talking to."

Lucifer looked at Alastor with a mixture of amusement and feigned concern. "Oh, I remember perfectly well who I'm talking to," he replied, lightly tracing a finger along Alastor's cheek. "That's precisely why I don't dare ask you for such... favors. Who knows where it might lead?"

Alastor hummed, clearly pleased with the response. "A wise decision, dear. Though I must confess, part of me is disappointed. It would have been interesting to see how far you'd go to avoid this meeting."

Lucifer was about to respond when suddenly a sharp alarm sound rang out. He flinched at the unexpected noise, then groaned as he realized what the sound meant. Reluctantly detaching himself from Alastor, Lucifer reached for the nightstand and turned off the alarm.

"What time is it?" he asked, trying to make out the numbers on the clock.

Alastor, who was now calmly lying on the pillows, replied with a barely noticeable smile: "If I'm not mistaken, it's 8:45. What time is your meeting?"

Lucifer's eyes widened in horror. "At nine! Fuck, I'm already late!" He jumped out of bed, suddenly full of energy. "Why didn't you wake me up earlier?" he asked.

Alastor calmly watched Lucifer's frenzy, clearly enjoying the spectacle. "You looked so peaceful when you were sleeping. It would have been cruel to interrupt your rest," he replied with feigned innocence.

Lucifer shot him an irritated look while trying to button up his shirt. "Your concern is truly touching," he commented dryly. "Next time, please show a little less compassion and a little more cruelty."

Alastor just smiled in response, making himself more comfortable on the pillows. "I'll keep that in mind. Though I must say, this morning chaos has its own charm."

Lucifer muttered something under his breath, suspiciously similar to "fucking sadist," as he struggled with his tie. After a moment of immobility, he gave up, growling in frustration. A slow, amused smile spread across Alastor's face.

"Now, now, dear," he drawled, his voice taking on a mock concern. "Such language."

Suddenly, Lucifer glanced at the clock again and his eyes widened in horror. "Shit, it's already 8:55! I'm definitely going to be late!"

Alastor calmly observed Lucifer's panic. "Well, at least you'll make a dramatic entrance. Imagine how impressed everyone will be when you burst into the room, panting and flushed."

Lucifer shot him an irritated look. "Not helping, Alastor," he muttered, quickly checking if he had forgotten anything important.

Alastor sighed, watching Lucifer's unsuccessful attempts to deal with his tie. "Come here," he said, gesturing for Lucifer to approach. "Let me help you before you strangle yourself."

Lucifer gratefully approached, allowing Alastor to take the tie in his skilled hands. "What would I do without you?" he murmured.

"Probably show up at the precinct looking like a homeless person," Alastor replied with a slight smile, deftly tying a perfect knot. "There you go. Now you at least look presentable, even if you're late."

Lucifer quickly kissed Alastor before rushing to the door. "See you tonight!" he called over his shoulder, running out of the apartment.

Alastor shook his head, watching Lucifer leave. He slowly closed the door, still smiling.

Left alone in the suddenly quiet apartment, Alastor's smile took on a more contemplative note. He returned to the bedroom, picking up his discarded book. But instead of continuing to read, he stared at the rumpled bedsheets where Lucifer had been lying.

Strange, he mused, how quickly he had gotten used to the detective's presence. The apartment seemed oddly empty without Lucifer's bright energy filling the space.

Pushing aside the uncharacteristically sentimental thoughts, Alastor began preparing for his day, going through his morning routine.

Meanwhile, a tense atmosphere reigned in the FBI office. Vaggie, Anthony, and Emily were already sitting in front of Adam's desk, each expressing their dissatisfaction in their own way.

Vaggie frowned and crossed her arms over her chest, her posture radiating irritation. Anthony carelessly leaned his cheek on his hand, his eyes occasionally glancing at the clock. Emily simply leaned back in her chair, maintaining a neutral facial expression.

Adam glanced at his wristwatch. It was already 9:10. He looked up at the three agents in front of him, his lips curling into an ironic smile.

"It seems our esteemed detective has decided to be late," he drawled.

Vaggie snorted. "Wherever he is right now, I'm terribly jealous of him," she muttered.

Anthony smiled slightly. "If he's where I think he is," he whispered to himself, "then I'm jealous of him too."

"Well, well," he murmured, leaning back in his chair. "Whatever the reason, it must be a respectable one."

Vaggie opened her mouth to say something, but suddenly the doors burst open and Lucifer entered the meeting room. Despite his flushed face, he looked quite presentable for someone who had woken up thirty minutes ago.

"I hope I haven't missed anything important," Lucifer quickly scanned the room, assessing the situation and walking to the empty seat next to Vaggie.

"Fortunately not, detective, but you were close to failure," Adam smiled, taking a sip of coffee.

Lucifer's eyes narrowed dangerously when he looked at Adam, but calming his anger, he exhaled calmly and sat down next to Vaggie, leaning back in his chair. When he sat down, he felt the tension in the room, so thick you could cut it with a knife.

Adam cleared his throat, not looking at Lucifer. "Now that we're all here, perhaps you'd like to explain why you're late, detective?"

Lucifer steadily met Adam's gaze, his face a mask of calm indifference. "Traffic was hell this morning."

Out of the corner of his eye, Lucifer saw Anthony suppressing a laugh. Lucifer subtly nudged Anthony's leg under the table, immediately silencing him.

"I see," Adam said with skepticism in his tone. "Well, let's hope your investigative skills are better than your time management."

Lucifer held back a caustic retort, reminding himself that losing his composure would play into Adam's hands. Instead, he leaned back in his chair, his posture relaxed but his eyes alert.

Adam began assigning tasks, his voice tinged with satisfaction at his new authority. "Anthony and Emily, I want you two to go to the office where the man worked. Question his colleagues, see if you find anything suspicious, find the killer, we'll find the woman."

Anthony and Emily exchanged satisfied glances. They worked well together, and both felt relieved not to be paired with Adam or one of his team members.

Adam turned his attention to Vaggie and the woman from his team - Lute. "Vaggie, you and Lute will visit the missing woman's closest friend. See what you can find out about her recent actions, any changes in behavior, etc."

Vaggie's face tensed almost imperceptibly. Lute, as if sensing Vaggie's discomfort, put a hand on her shoulder with a smile.

"Looking forward to working with you, partner," Lute said in a sickeningly sweet voice.

Vaggie shrugged off Lute's hand, her eyes flashing with irritation. "Don't touch me," she snapped. "And don't call me partner."

"As for me," he said, looking at Lucifer with barely concealed glee, "I'll be accompanying Detective Morningstar to the forensic expert."

Lucifer didn't hide his displeasure. The thought of spending hours next to Adam was more than he could bear.

"Any objections, detective?" Adam asked.

Lucifer clenched his jaws, forcing himself to remain calm. "None," he said through gritted teeth.

As the meeting ended and everyone began gathering their things, Lucifer approached Vaggie. "Keep me posted," he said quietly. "If you find anything, anything at all, let me know immediately."

Vaggie nodded, her expression softening slightly. "Got it, boss. And... good luck. Try not to kill him, okay?"

Lucifer managed a wry smile. "No promises, but I'll do my best."

Anthony came up behind Lucifer, patting him on the shoulder. "Yeah, good luck, detective."

Taking a deep breath, Lucifer prepared for what was undoubtedly going to be a difficult day. He headed for the elevator where Adam was already waiting, that infuriating smile still on his face.

As the elevator doors closed, Adam couldn't resist one last jab. "I do hope you can keep up today, Detective. I know how... distracting personal matters can be."

Lucifer's eyes flashed dangerously, but his voice remained eerily calm. "Oh, I wouldn't worry about that, Adam. You know, I'm multitasking."

Adam's smug expression faltered, a shade of surprise flashing across his face. He opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out.

Lucifer allowed himself a slight, satisfied smile as they exited the elevator and headed for the parking lot. As they approached Adam's car, Lucifer's mood soured again. Of course, they would take Adam's vehicle - another small power play in this mad game.

Adam sat in the driver's seat, immediately reaching for the radio. When he turned it on, the car was filled with the thunderous sounds of heavy metal.

"Problem, Detective?" Adam asked innocently, turning up the volume a notch.

Lucifer gritted his teeth, forcing a neutral expression. "Not at all. I just didn't peg you for a metal fan, Adam. I would have thought elevator music was more your speed."

Adam's knuckles whitened on the steering wheel, but he said nothing, focusing instead on navigating through the morning traffic.

The ride to the morgue seemed endless, the air in the car filled with tension and a cacophony of screeching guitars. By the time they pulled into the parking lot, Lucifer had a throbbing headache, his patience dangerously thin.

Lucifer and Adam approached the morgue entrance, the stark fluorescent lights casting harsh shadows on their faces. The antiseptic smell that permeated the air grew stronger as they pushed through the heavy double doors. Lucifer strode in confidently, his posture relaxed despite the grim surroundings. Adam, on the other hand, seemed to shrink into himself, his face already taking on a greenish tinge.

As they entered the main examination room, Lucifer's eyebrows rose in surprise. Instead of the familiar face, there stood a young woman with dull pink hair, bent over a microscope, completely absorbed in her work.

"Excuse me," Lucifer called out, causing the woman to look up. "FBI. We're here about the man brought in last night."

The woman's face lit up with recognition. "Oh, of course! I've been expecting you." She quickly approached them, extending her hand. "I'm Dr. Cherry Bomb, forensic expert. It's nice to meet you both."

Lucifer shook her hand, his curiosity piqued. "You're new?"

Dr. Bomb's smile faltered slightly. "You could say that." Lucifer nodded, filing away this information for later consideration.

"Well, doctor, it's a pleasure to meet you," Lucifer said softly. "Do you have anything for us?"

Dr. Bomb's eyes lit up with excitement. "Oh yes, quite a bit actually. If you'll follow me..."

As she led them towards the examination table, Lucifer noticed Adam hanging back, his complexion growing paler by the second. "Adam," Lucifer said, unable to keep a hint of amusement from his voice, "are you alright?"

Adam swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing visibly. "Fine," he managed to croak out. "Just... give me a moment."

Dr. Bomb looked at Adam with concern. "There's a restroom just down the hall if you need it, Agent. First door on the left."

Adam nodded gratefully and quickly excused himself, leaving Lucifer alone with the enthusiastic new medical examiner.

"Now then, Detective," Dr. Bomb said, her attention returning to the case at hand. "I've made some fascinating discoveries. Come take a look at this."

She led Lucifer to a nearby microscope, gesturing for him to look through the eyepiece. Lucifer obliged, peering into the microscope with interest.

"What am I looking at, Doctor?" he asked, seeing a tangle of strange fibers.

The doctor's voice was filled with excitement as she explained: "These are fibers I found in the victim's wounds. They're actually quite unusual."

Lucifer straightened up, his mind already working on the implications. "Fibers? Could they be from a carpet in the victim's home?"

Doctor shook her head emphatically. "No, that's what makes this so interesting. These fibers were found deep in the victim's wounds. They're not environmental contamination; they're directly related to the murder weapon."

Lucifer's eyebrows furrowed as he processed this information. "I see. And what can you tell me about these?"

Dr. Bomb gestured for him to look through the microscope again. "Take another look, Detective. Do you notice anything unusual about them?"

Lucifer peered into the microscope once more, studying the fibers carefully. After a moment, he shook his head. "I'm afraid I don't see anything particularly strange about them."

She nodded, clearly expecting this response. "That's because what makes these fibers special isn't visible to the naked eye - or even under standard magnification. These fibers are made from a material called Dyneema."

"Dyneema?" Lucifer repeated, unfamiliar with the term.

"Yes," Dr. Bomb confirmed. "It's an ultra-high-molecular-weight polyethylene fiber. In layman's terms, it's an incredibly strong and lightweight synthetic fiber. It's also quite expensive and not commonly used in everyday items."

Lucifer's interest was piqued. "Where would one typically find this Dyneema?"

Dr. Bomb's eyes lit up at the question. "That's what makes this so intriguing, Detective. Dyneema is primarily used in high-end outdoor equipment - things like premium camping tents or high-quality gun cases. It's particularly popular among collectors for custom weapon sheaths, especially for valuable knives or swords."

Lucifer's mind raced with the implications. "So we're looking for a wealthy individual who collects knives?"

"That's certainly one possibility," Dr. Bomb agreed. "But there's more to consider. Look at the wounds themselves."

She led Lucifer over to the examination table where the victim lay. Adam chose that moment to return, his face still pale but looking slightly more composed.

Dr. Bomb pointed to several of the wounds on the victim's body. "Notice the inconsistency in the depth and shape of these wounds?"

Adam, seemingly eager to contribute despite his discomfort, spoke up. "They're... varied. Some are deep, others shallow. And the edges are ragged."

Dr. Bomb nodded approvingly. "Exactly. What does this tell us about our killer?"

Lucifer's eyes narrowed as he examined the wounds more closely. "The knife was dull," he said slowly. "A sharp blade would have left cleaner, more consistent cuts."

"Precisely!" Dr. Bomb exclaimed. "So not only are we looking for someone with access to high-end materials, but also someone who's either inexperienced with knife maintenance or..."

"Or someone who stole the knife and didn't know how to care for it properly," Lucifer finished, the pieces starting to come together in his mind.

Dr. Bomb beamed at him. "You catch on quickly, Detective. Yes, that's exactly what I was thinking. The inconsistency of the wounds suggests an amateur or someone unfamiliar with the weapon they were using."

Adam, who had been listening intently despite his obvious discomfort, spoke up. "So we're looking for either a wealthy collector who doesn't maintain their knives properly, or someone who might have stolen a valuable knife from such a collector?"

"That seems to be the most likely scenario based on the evidence we have so far," Dr. Bomb confirmed.

Lucifer nodded, his mind already working on potential leads. "This is excellent work, Dr. Bomb. Is there anything else you can tell us about the victim or the circumstances of his death?"

Dr. Bomb's eyes suddenly lit up with curiosity as she observed Lucifer. "Detective, if you don't mind me asking, are you left-handed?"

Lucifer raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the sudden change in topic. "As a matter of fact, I am. How did you deduce that?"

The forensic expert smiled, clearly pleased with their observation. "Well, I've been observing you during our conversation. You gesture more frequently with your left hand when speaking. Additionally, there's a slight callus on your left middle finger that suggests you frequently use something like a bow. Am I correct?"

Lucifer glanced at his hand, a look of surprise flashing across his face. "Impressive observation, doctor. But I'm curious how this relates to our case?"

Dr. Bomb's smile widened. "It might actually be very relevant, detective. Why don't you take a closer look at our victim's wounds?"

Adam, who had been silently observing the conversation, spoke up. "Can't you just tell us what you've noticed, doctor? We don't have all day for your riddles."

Dr. Bomb shook her head, her pink hair swaying with the movement. "Now, where's the fun in that, Agent? Besides, it's always better to see things for yourself. It helps the information stick."

Dr. Bomb guided Lucifer to stand beside the examination table where the victim lay. The harsh fluorescent lights cast a clinical glow over the scene, highlighting the gruesome injuries on the body. Adam, still looking a bit queasy, hung back, watching the proceedings with a mix of curiosity and discomfort.

"Now, Detective," Dr. Bomb began, her voice taking on a more serious tone, "I'd like you to position your left hand above one of the wounds on the victim's right side. Specifically, this one here." She pointed to a particularly nasty gash on the victim's torso.

Lucifer complied, extending his left hand to hover over the indicated wound. His long fingers splayed out above the injury, casting shadows across the victim's pale skin.

"Excellent," Dr. Bomb continued. "Now, I want you to imagine you're holding the murder weapon - a knife, in this case. Position your hand as if you were about to make that very cut."

Lucifer's eyes narrowed in concentration as he adjusted his grip on the imaginary knife. His mind, quick and analytical, was already beginning to piece together where this demonstration was heading.

"Perfect," Dr. Bomb nodded approvingly. "Now, pay close attention to the angle of your arm, the tilt of your wrist, and how it all aligns with the wound below. Do you see how your hand naturally angles?"

Lucifer studied the position carefully, his gaze darting between his hand and the injury beneath it. His eyes widened as the realization dawned on him, a look of understanding spreading across his features.

"The angle," he murmured, his voice low with dawning comprehension. "It matches perfectly with the wound."

Dr. Bomb's face lit up with excitement. "Exactly! The trajectory and depth of the wounds are consistent with an attack from a left-handed individual. Someone with a dominant hand very similar to yours."

Adam, who had been watching the demonstration with growing interest despite his obvious discomfort, stepped closer. "Are you saying our killer is left-handed?" he asked, his voice a mix of skepticism and intrigue.

Lucifer lowered his hand, turning to face Adam and Dr. Bomb. His eyes were alight with the thrill of discovery. "It appears so," he confirmed, a hint of excitement creeping into his voice. "The positioning of the wounds, the angle of entry - it all points to a left-handed assailant."

Dr. Bomb nodded enthusiastically, her earlier excitement now tempered with professional satisfaction. "Precisely! This is a significant detail that could help narrow down your suspect pool. Left-handedness occurs in only about 10% of the population, after all."

Lucifer straightened up, and a new respect for the eccentric forensic expert was evident on his face. "That's excellent work, Dr. Bomb. Your attention to detail is truly impressive."

Dr. Bomb waved off the compliment, though she was clearly pleased. "Just doing my job, detective. I hope this information helps with your case."

As they prepared to leave the morgue, Lucifer noticed that Adam's complexion had taken on a distinct greenish tinge. The agent's forehead was covered in sweat, and he seemed unsteady on his feet.

"Adam," Lucifer said, unable to keep a hint of concern from his voice, "are you feeling alright? You look a bit... peaky."

Adam straightened up, clearly trying to compose himself. "I'm fine, Morningstar," he said, his voice strained. "Let's just get out of here."

Lucifer raised an eyebrow skeptically. "If you say so, but I must say, you don't look fine. In fact, you look like you're about to faint."

Adam glared at him, but the effect was somewhat diminished by his sickly pallor. "I said I'm fine. Let's go."

As they made their way out of the morgue, Lucifer couldn't help but notice Adam's unsteady gait. When they reached the car, Lucifer held out his hand expectantly.

"What?" Adam snapped, his irritation barely masking his discomfort.

"The keys," Lucifer said simply. "I'll be driving."

Adam's eyes narrowed. "I'm perfectly capable of driving, Morningstar."

Lucifer sighed, exasperated. "Look, I'd rather not end up in a ditch because you passed out at the wheel. Just give me the keys. Consider it a professional courtesy."

For a moment, it seemed like Adam might argue further. But then, perhaps realizing the wisdom in Lucifer's words, he reluctantly handed over the keys.

As they settled into the car, Lucifer adjusting the seat and mirrors, he couldn't resist one more jab. "You know, there's no shame in having a weak stomach. Not everyone can handle the sights and smells of a morgue."

Adam's jaw clenched visibly. "Morningstar, I swear, if you say one word about this to anyone-"

"What?" Lucifer interrupted, a mischievous glint in his eye. "That you have a delicate constitution when it comes to corpses and the aroma of formaldehyde? Don't worry, your secret is safe with me."

Adam fell silent, clearly not trusting himself to speak without being sick. The rest of the drive back to the FBI office passed in tense silence, broken only by the occasional groan from Adam when Lucifer took a turn a bit too sharply.

As they pulled into the parking garage of the FBI building, Adam finally spoke up. "Not a word, Morningstar. I mean it."

Lucifer raised his hands in a gesture of mock surrender as he turned off the engine. "Cross my heart, Adam. Though I must say, your threat would be more effective if you didn't look like you were about to keel over at any moment."

Adam muttered something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like a curse, but said nothing more as they made their way to the elevator.

Lucifer made his way to his desk, booting up his laptop to start compiling the information they'd gathered from Dr. Bomb. He was so engrossed in his work that he didn't notice Vaggie approaching until she was standing right next to him.

"So," she said, causing Lucifer to startle slightly, "I see Adam is still breathing. I'm impressed by your restraint."

Lucifer chuckled, leaning back in his chair to look up at her. "What can I say? I'm a consummate professional."

Vaggie raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Uh-huh. And the fact that he looks like he's about to throw up has nothing to do with it?"

"Vaggie, I'm wounded," Lucifer said, placing a hand over his heart in mock offense. "Are you suggesting I would take advantage of a colleague's moment of weakness?"

"Yes," Vaggie replied without hesitation, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

Lucifer grinned. "Well, you're not wrong. But I'll have you know, I can be quite diplomatic when the situation calls for it."

Vaggie snorted. "You? Diplomatic? Do you want to try that again with a straight face?"

Chapter Text

Night enveloped the city in its dark veil, and silence reigned in a small cozy apartment. In the bedroom, illuminated only by the weak silvery moonlight seeping through translucent curtains, Vaggie and Charlie slept peacefully, nestled close to each other. Their bodies intertwined in an embrace, creating a snug cocoon of warmth and comfort. The soft breathing of the two women was the only sound disturbing the night's silence.

Suddenly, this idyllic scene was disrupted by the sharp sound of a phone ringing. The melody seemed to cut through the air, unpleasantly contrasting with the previous silence. Vaggie flinched slightly but didn't fully wake up, her consciousness still immersed in deep sleep. Charlie, always more sensitive to sounds, slowly opened her eyes. She blinked for a few seconds, trying to orient herself in the semi-darkness of the room.

Realizing the source of the sound, Charlie gently stroked Vaggie's cheek, feeling the warmth of her skin under her fingers. "Sunshine, someone's calling you," Charlie whispered in a sleepy voice, which still carried notes of concern. She was used to night calls and early departures for work in her girlfriend's profession.

Vaggie reluctantly opened her eyes, her gaze still clouded with sleep. She looked at Charlie for a few seconds, as if trying to understand what was happening. Then, as consciousness began to clear, she reached for the nightstand where her phone lay.

The bright light of the screen made Vaggie squint. She blinked several times, trying to focus her vision, and finally managed to make out the caller's name. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw who was calling.

"It's the boss," she mumbled, feeling sleep instantly retreat, replaced by professional focus. Charlie, still lying nearby, anxiously observed her lover's facial expression. She saw how Vaggie's gaze changed - from sleepy to tense and focused.

Vaggie took a deep breath, trying to collect her thoughts before answering the call. "Hello?" she said, trying to give her voice vigor and professionalism, although it still sounded hoarse from sleep.

"Vaggie, good morning, did I wake you?" Lucifer's voice sounded in the phone, his tone combining apology and insistence.

Vaggie glanced at the clock by the bed, its red digits glowing in the dark. "It's 5 AM now," she replied, unable to contain a note of irritation in her voice. "I guess that's quite logical."

Charlie propped herself up on one elbow, observing the subtle changes in Vaggie's facial expression, listening to the voice on the other end of the line. Vaggie frowned, her shoulders slightly tensing.

Lucifer's voice came from the other end, "Vaggie, I'm sorry. A body has been found."

Vaggie pinched the bridge of her nose, holding back a yawn. "Understood, boss. Where?"

Lucifer replied, "In the forest, on the outskirts of the city. I'll be at your house in 10 minutes. I can pick you up."

"That would be great, thank you," Vaggie replied and ended the call.

Charlie, now fully awake, looked at Vaggie with questions in her eyes. Vaggie turned to her and gently explained, "They found a body. I have to go."

Charlie's eyes widened with surprise and concern. "Oh God, is it that woman?" she asked, remembering the case Vaggie had mentioned.

"I don't know yet," Vaggie replied, already getting out of bed. "We'll find out soon."

Vaggie started getting ready quickly. She pulled her usual work outfit from the closet - dark blue trousers and a white shirt. After dressing quickly, she approached the mirror to tie her hair in a ponytail. Her movements were practiced; it was evident this wasn't the first time she had to get ready so quickly in the middle of the night.

Meanwhile, Charlie got up and went to the kitchen. She turned on the coffee maker, knowing Vaggie would need caffeine for the long night ahead.

When Vaggie came out of the bedroom, fully dressed and ready for work, Charlie approached her with two thermoses of coffee. She gently kissed Vaggie and handed her the thermoses. "Be careful, okay?" Charlie said, her voice a mixture of love and concern.

Vaggie smiled softly, took the coffee, and kissed Charlie back. "Of course. Don't worry, I'll be back soon."

At that moment, the sound of a car pulling up came from outside. Vaggie looked out the window and saw Lucifer's familiar car. She quickly grabbed her bag, kissed Charlie goodbye once more, and left the apartment.

It was cool outside, and Vaggie shivered in the morning air. She quickly approached Lucifer's car and got into the front seat.

Lucifer looked tired but focused. "Good morning, detective," she greeted, extending one of the thermoses to Lucifer.

Lucifer took the thermos, nodding gratefully. "Your girlfriend is such an angel," he said with a slight smile, starting the engine.

As they drove onto the road, Vaggie couldn't help but ask, "God, why couldn't they find the body a little later?" she tried to joke, but fatigue was still evident in her voice.

Lucifer exhaled. "Believe me, I'm not very happy about being pulled out of bed at this hour either," he replied, focusing intently on the road.

Vaggie glanced at him sideways. "And how did Alastor take such an early rise? Charlie's already used to this."

Lucifer momentarily took his eyes off the road to look at Vaggie. "Believe me, he only enjoys watching my morning suffering," he replied with a mixture of irritation and hidden tenderness in his voice.

Vaggie couldn't hold back a smile. "Oh, so you were together after all?"

Lucifer suddenly fell silent, his cheeks turning slightly red. "Well... um... we. Yes!"

Vaggie raised an eyebrow, a smile playing on her lips. "I'm happy for you two, you know."

The rest of the trip passed in comfortable silence, broken only by occasional sips of coffee. As they approached their destination, the mood in the car grew even more somber. The sky was just beginning to lighten, casting gray hues on the landscape.

They arrived at the crime scene, in a secluded area on the outskirts of the forest. Yellow police tape surrounded a significant portion of the area, with several police cars already parked nearby.

When Lucifer and Vaggie got out of the car, they immediately noticed Emily and Anthony coordinating the work of the forensics team. Not far from them stood Adam, talking to a visibly shaken man who had likely discovered the body. To the side, Lute was engaged in what seemed to be a heated discussion with a group of persistent reporters.

Lucifer and Vaggie approached Emily and Anthony, exchanging nods with several officers.

"Good morning," greeted Emily, who first noticed the arrival of her colleagues. Vaggie and Lucifer returned the greeting.

"Hey, why so tense? At least we're all enjoying this wonderful sunrise together, right?" Anthony joked, trying to lighten the mood.

Emily sharply elbowed him in the ribs, giving him a disapproving look.

Anthony flinched, rubbing his side. "Sorry, sorry."

Lucifer ignored the conversation, his eyes scanning the scene. "Who found the body?" he asked.

Anthony pointed to the man sitting on the ground, clutching a water bottle. Adam stood over him with a notebook in hand. "That poor guy over there. He went for an early morning run with his dog. The dog found the body." Lucifer nodded, turning his head towards two figures bent over something.

As he approached, he recognized his brother among the team, crouched down, examining something out of view.

"Good morning," Lucifer called, his voice a mixture of professionalism. "What do we have here?"

Michael looked up, about to answer, when Lucifer's gaze fell on the young woman standing nearby with a tablet in her hands.

"Miss Cherry! What a pleasant surprise to see you again," Lucifer smoothly interjected, a charming smile spreading across his face.

Michael frowned in confusion. "You two know each other?"

Lucifer nodded, still looking at Cherry. "Yes, she was very helpful to us last week."

Michael straightened up, throwing up his hands. "Well, Cherry is my new intern. Quite promising, I must say."

"Indeed, a talented intern," Lucifer agreed in a warm tone. "I dare say she might surpass you soon."

Michael just rolled his eyes. Before he could respond, Adam joined them, greeting the group with a tired nod.

Lucifer's demeanor became more serious as he turned his attention to the scene before them. "This looks... are you sure you can handle it?" he said in a quiet voice.

Adam grimaced, turning away slightly. "I'm fine."

Cherry stepped forward; her professionalism evident as she began to relay the preliminary findings. "Based on our initial examination, we're looking at a woman, approximately 30-35 years old. Time of death is estimated to be about two days ago, although we'll need to confirm this through autopsy."

Lucifer raised his eyebrows. "Two days?"

Michael nodded, pointing out some details that Lucifer couldn't make out. "Insect activity and the stage of decomposition indicate 48 hours, yes."

Cherry continued her report, her voice steady despite the gravity of the situation. "There are signs of restraint," she said, indicating the wrists and ankles. "The cause of death is likely multiple stab wounds to the abdominal area."

"This looks terrible," he muttered.

Adam, still pale, nodded in agreement. "Fuck, it smells even worse."

At that moment, Anthony approached the group, his eyes widening as he looked at the ashen color of Adam's face. "Wow, buddy, you look pretty bad," he said with a hint of mockery in his voice.

"Shut the fuck up," the detective replied dryly.

Michael looked up, assessing Adam's condition. Without saying a word, he reached for a water bottle, unscrewed the cap, and handed it to the visibly shaken detective. Gratefully nodding, Adam stepped away from the immediate crime scene, leaning against a nearby tree and breathing deeply.

After the on-site examination was complete, the team began to disperse. Forensic experts carefully packed their equipment and evidence samples, preparing to return to the laboratory for more thorough analysis. Crime scene investigators meticulously documented every detail one last time before departing. Meanwhile, FBI agents gathered their notes and preliminary conclusions, ready to return to the office to start piecing together the puzzle.

The day was drawing to a close, and fatigue was washing over all team members. Lucifer sat at his desk in the office, staring at his laptop screen. His eyes wearily blinked as he reviewed reports and analyzed data collected throughout the day.

Lucifer leaned back in his chair. He looked over his team, noticing the fatigue on their faces. "You know what? That's enough for today. Everyone's free to go, go home and rest."

"Are you sure?" Vaggie asked, raising an eyebrow. "We can work more if needed."

Lucifer shook his head. "No, you've all worked well. Rest, we'll continue with renewed energy tomorrow."

The team exchanged grateful looks and began to pack up to go home. Lucifer turned back to his laptop, deciding to work a bit longer.

After a while, his phone vibrated, notifying him of a new message. Lucifer reached for it, distracted from the laptop screen. Seeing the sender's name, he involuntarily smiled.

"I'm near the precinct. I'll pick you up."

Lucifer hesitated for a moment, his fingers hovering over the keyboard. He was quite capable of getting home on his own, and part of him wanted to refuse the offer. But before he could respond, another message came:

"This is not an offer, but a statement."

Stepping out onto the street, Lucifer immediately noticed a familiar black car waiting by the curb. He got into the passenger seat, feeling the day's tension slowly start to release.

"Tough day?" Alastor asked, pulling away.

Lucifer sighed deeply. "You could say that. We still haven't found the weapon," he began to gesture, speaking with obvious frustration. "We searched the entire area, but no traces."

Alastor thoughtfully hummed. "So, you didn't look hard enough."

Lucifer sharply turned his head to Alastor, furrowing his brows. "Excuse me?" then smiling he continued, "Well, Mr. Detective," he said with a note of challenge in his voice, "what can you tell me?"

Alastor's lips curved into a slight smile. "I meant that an inexperienced killer would likely want to hide or dispose of the weapon as quickly as possible and would do so near the crime scene."

Lucifer's thoughts raced, processing these words. Suddenly, he sat up straight in his seat. "Turn around," he commanded.

Alastor looked at him in surprise. "Pardon?"

"We're going to the crime scene," Lucifer explained, already entering the coordinates into Alastor's navigator.

Alastor shook his head. "No, it's evening now, Lucifer. We should—"

"Please," Lucifer interrupted him, a pleading note appearing in his voice. "I'll do anything you want, just take me there."

A playful glint appeared in Alastor's eyes. "Anything?" he asked in a low voice.

Lucifer realized too late the potential danger of his words. "You need to be more careful with your promises," Alastor laughed. "However, a deal is a deal." With these words, he made a smooth U-turn, heading back to the forest.

When they arrived at the site, now eerily quiet and dark, Lucifer turned to Alastor. "If you were hiding a weapon here, where would you do it?"

"I'm smart enough not to make such mistakes, however..." Alastor surveyed the area. "In the water," he answered after a moment. "A pond or stream would be ideal."

Lucifer's eyes lit up. "There's a pond about a mile from here, according to the maps. Let's go."

They made their way through the forest, lighting the path with Lucifer's flashlight. The night was cool and quiet, the silence broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves or the crack of a branch underfoot.

Approaching the pond, Lucifer noticed the silhouette of a small wooden pier jutting into the water. He walked to the edge, illuminating the murky depths. The water was dark, revealing almost nothing, but it didn't seem too deep - maybe 8-9 feet at most.

Suddenly, Lucifer noticed the glint of something beneath the surface. His heart raced with excitement.

"You won't see anything clearly now," Alastor said, rolling his eyes. "It's too dark."

But Lucifer was already acting. He thrust the flashlight into Alastor's hands, followed by his jacket. "Hold this," he said, already removing his shoes and putting on gloves.

Alastor's eyes widened in disbelief. "Whoa, decided to take a swim?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Shine it there," Lucifer ordered, pointing to where he saw the glint. "I'll be quick."

"Are you insane," Alastor protested. "I'll be blamed for an FBI agent's death if something happens to you."

Lucifer flashed a smile. "You'll survive," he said cheekily. With a dramatic flair, he blew a kiss in Alastor's direction, then turned to the murky water. Without further warning, Lucifer ran from the end of the small wooden pier, diving into the cold, dark pond with a resounding splash.

Alastor rolled his eyes at Lucifer's theatrics. "Such a showoff," he muttered under his breath, shining the flashlight where Lucifer had disappeared beneath the surface. Despite his exasperated tone, a flicker of concern passed across Alastor's face as he peered intently into the inky blackness.

The shock of the frigid water hit Lucifer like a physical blow as he submerged. For a moment, the cold stole his breath away, his body instinctively tensing against the sudden chill. He forced himself to relax, allowing his initial panic to subside as he oriented himself in the murky depths.

Lucifer's eyes strained to make out shapes in the dim, cloudy water. The weak beam from Alastor's flashlight barely penetrated more than a few feet below the surface, casting eerie, shifting shadows across the pond bottom. Silt and debris swirled around him, stirred up by his splashy entrance.

With powerful strokes, Lucifer propelled himself downward. The pressure increased as he descended, his ears popping slightly to equalize. The water grew colder the deeper he went, seeping through his clothes and chilling him to the bone. Still, Lucifer pressed on, scanning the muddy bottom for any sign of the knife.

His lungs began to burn as he neared the deepest part of the pond. Lucifer knew he would need to surface soon for air, but he was determined to make this dive count. Just as he was about to give up and head back to the surface, a metallic glint caught his eye.

There, partially buried in the silt between two large rocks, was the distinctive shape of a knife handle. Lucifer's heart raced with excitement at the discovery. He stretched out his arm, fingers grasping for the weapon. But try as he might, the knife was wedged too tightly for him to pull free in one quick motion.

Lucifer tugged frantically at the knife, his oxygen-starved brain growing cloudy. Dark spots danced at the edges of his vision as his body screamed for air. With a final desperate yank, he was forced to abandon his efforts and kick hard for the surface.

He broke through with a huge, gasping breath, gulping in the cool night air. Alastor's voice rang out from the pier. "Did you find anything down there, or are you just practicing your synchronized swimming routine?"

Between ragged breaths, Lucifer managed to reply. "I found it... but it's stuck. I need... to go back down." Before Alastor could protest, Lucifer took another deep breath and dove beneath the surface once more.

This time, Lucifer wasted no energy searching. He made a beeline for the knife, using smooth, efficient strokes to conserve oxygen. Reaching the bottom, he grasped the handle with both hands and began to work it back and forth, trying to loosen it from its rocky prison.

Slowly but surely, the knife began to move. With the final lift, Lucifer dislodged it completely. Triumphantly, he tucked it into his waistband and kicked off, ready to surface. He planted his feet, prepared to push off from the bottom and return to the surface.

But as Lucifer shifted his weight to launch upward, his foot slipped on the slimy rocks, painfully twisting as it wedged between two large stones.

Panic flared as he realized he was trapped. He yanked frantically at his leg, but it wouldn't budge. His lungs burned, screaming for air. The lack of oxygen clouded his thoughts, making it impossible to think clearly or problem-solve. Terror gripped him as he realized he might not make it to the surface.

Above the water, Alastor paced anxiously on the pier. "It's been too long," he muttered, checking his watch for the tenth time. Without hesitation, he shrugged off his jacket. "Damn it, Lucifer. You'll owe me for the rest of your life for this." He dove into the murky water.

The murky depths disoriented Alastor at first, but he forced himself to remain calm and focused. His eyes strained in the darkness, searching for any sign of Lucifer. Just when he was about to surface for air, Alastor spotted a pale shape below him.

With powerful strokes, he swam downward. As he drew closer, Alastor could make out Lucifer's limp form, one leg clearly trapped between two large rocks. Moving swiftly, Alastor wrapped one arm around Lucifer's chest and used his free hand to work at freeing the agent's foot.

After what felt like an eternity, but was likely only seconds, Alastor managed to wrench Lucifer's foot free. Kicking hard, he propelled them both toward the surface, his own lungs burning for air.

Alastor dragged Lucifer's limp form onto the pier, water cascading off both of them. In the dim moonlight, Lucifer's face was alarmingly pale, his lips tinged blue.

"Don't you dare die," Alastor muttered, his usual sarcasm giving way to genuine fear. He quickly positioned Lucifer on his back, tilting his head to open the airway.

Without hesitation, Alastor began chest compressions. He placed the heel of his hand on the center of Lucifer's chest, interlocking his fingers and pressing down hard and fast. The wood of the pier creaked under the force of his efforts.

"Come on, Lucifer," he growled, counting compressions under his breath. "Thirty, twenty-nine, twenty-eight..."

After thirty compressions, Alastor moved swiftly to Lucifer's head. He pinched Lucifer's nose shut, sealed his mouth over Lucifer's, and gave two rescue breaths. He watched Lucifer's chest rise with each breath, praying for a response.

Nothing.

Alastor returned to chest compressions, his arms already starting to ache from the exertion. "You still owe me that favor, remember?" he said through gritted teeth, as if reminding Lucifer of their deal could somehow will him back to life.

He alternated between compressions and rescue breaths, the seconds stretching into agonizing minutes. Alastor's clothes clung to him, a mix of pond water and sweat, but he barely noticed. His entire world had narrowed to the rhythm of CPR and the desperate hope for Lucifer to breathe.

"Come on," Alastor panted, fatigue starting to set in. "Don't make me explain to your team how you drowned in three feet of water."

Just as Alastor was beginning to fear the worst, Lucifer's body suddenly jerked. A wet, choking cough erupted from his lips, water spewing from his mouth. Alastor quickly turned him onto his side, supporting him as he coughed and gasped.

"That's it, get it all out," Alastor murmured, relief flooding through him. He rubbed Lucifer's back as the agent continued to expel water from his lungs, each cough a beautiful sign of life.

Lucifer's eyes fluttered open, unfocused, and confused. He drew in a shaky breath, then another. Color slowly returned to his face as he gulped in air.

"A-Alastor?" Lucifer croaked; his voice raw.

"Welcome back from heaven," Alastor replied, his typical dry tone belied by the tremor in his voice. "Try not to make a habit of this, would you?"

Lucifer managed a weak smile, still catching his breath. "The knife..." he wheezed. "Did I get it?"

Alastor stared at him in disbelief. "Are you serious? You nearly died, and that's your first concern?"

A weak smile played across Lucifer's lips. Alastor shook his head, exasperated. "Sometimes I swear I want to wrap my hands around that neck of yours and throttle you myself."

"Go ahead," Lucifer rasped, still grinning.

Alastor stood abruptly. "Fuck you," he muttered, but there was no real venom in his voice.

Lucifer's eyes glinted with mischief as he rasped, "Fuck me yourself."

Alastor's eyebrows shot up, a mixture of exasperation and amusement playing across his features. "You're playing with fire, Lucifer," he warned, his voice low and dangerous. "And you've already had one near-death experience tonight."

Lucifer attempted to push himself up, eager to continue their verbal sparring. However, as soon as he tried to put weight on his injured leg, he let out a sharp gasp of pain and slumped back down onto the pier.

Alastor's expression immediately shifted from annoyance to concern. "Let me take a look at that," he said, his tone brooking no argument.

"It's fine," Lucifer insisted through gritted teeth, though the pallor of his face betrayed his discomfort.

Alastor rolled his eyes. "Yes, because 'fine' is exactly how I'd describe someone who just nearly drowned and is now wincing in pain." Without waiting for permission, he gently took hold of Lucifer's leg, examining it carefully.

As Alastor's fingers probed the injured area, his frown deepened. "It's already starting to swell. We need to get some ice on this, and quickly." He looked up at Lucifer, his expression serious. "I'm taking you home."

Lucifer's eyes widened in protest. "But the evidence—" he began, gesturing weakly towards the knife he'd retrieved from the pond. "I need to get it to the lab."

"The only place you're going right now is home," Alastor cut him off firmly. "Where we can treat that leg and get you dried off before you catch pneumonia and die after all. And I along with you, most likely."

A weak chuckle escaped Lucifer's lips. "Well, if that happens, I suppose we'll meet again in hell."

"Bold of you to assume I'd end up in the same place as you," Alastor retorted. He carefully helped Lucifer to his feet, supporting most of the agent's weight as they made their way slowly towards the car.

Chapter Text

"You nearly died?" Emily said slowly, breaking the silence.

"It's not the first time," Vaggie sighed, rolling her eyes.

"And Alastor saved you by... ?" Emily continued with surprise

Anthony burst out laughing, unable to contain himself any longer. " Emily, darling, is that really what you're focusing on? We all know he regularly gets mouth-to-mouth from him."

Lucifer felt the heat rise to his face, a blush creeping up his neck. "That's quite enough," he said, his voice slightly strained. "We have work to do."

"As you say, but believe me, there's a bottle of beer with your name on it, and you're going to tell us all about it," Anthony's grin widened gleefully.

"I'll leave that to your imagination," Lucifer grumbled, his cheeks still flushed with embarrassment.

"Oh, you can bet I'll have a vivid one, boss," Anthony purred, a mischievous glint in his eye.

Lucifer rolled his eyes and reached for his phone, which had just vibrated, showing a message from Adam:

"Get your ass over here quickly, I'm not going to wait for you forever"

"Looks like he can't wait to torment me again," Lucifer said irritably, returning the phone to his pocket.

Vaggie, arranging papers on the desk, said, "I'm sure he's already come up with some new witty joke," then gathering folders, approached the office door. "If it makes you feel any better, Lutе is much more unbearable than her boss." And slamming the door, she headed for the elevator.

Lucifer limped alongside Adam as they returned to the forensics laboratory, his injured leg protesting with each step. Despite the discomfort, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at having found a potential murder weapon.

As they passed through the heavy double doors, they were enveloped by the familiar clinical smell of the laboratory. Lucifer scanned the room, his eyes quickly finding Dr. Cherry's dull pink hair.

"Good morning, detectives," the woman greeted them in a bright and cheerful tone. Lucifer smiled warmly at the young forensic expert. "Good morning to you too, doctor. I hope you have some news for us?"

Cherry nodded enthusiastically. "Indeed I do. Please, follow me." She led them to a stainless steel examination table where the knife Lucifer had retrieved from the pond was neatly laid out. "First, let me confirm that this is indeed the knife that inflicted these wounds," Cherry began, her eyes shining with excitement. "The wounds on the victim's body perfectly match the blade."

Lucifer glanced at Adam, whose expression remained impassive. "So our initial assessment was correct," said the detective. "This is the knife that killed our victim."

"Mm, there's one thing," Cherry began. "On first examination, we were mistaken about the cause of death. After detailed investigation, we determined that the victim didn't actually die from these stab wounds."

Adam frowned in confusion. "What do you mean?"

Cherry gestured to the knife. "The wounds were inflicted post-mortem. The real cause of death was strangulation."

Lucifer's eyes narrowed as he processed this new information. "Strangulation..." he muttered.

Cherry solemnly nodded. "Absolutely. The bruises on the victim's neck clearly indicate manual strangulation. The stab wounds were inflicted after death."

Lucifer closely observed Adam's reaction, trying to scan his state; this time, he was actually holding up quite well.

"There's something else you should know," Cherry continued, her voice becoming quieter. "The woman was pregnant. About 13 weeks along."

This news struck both detectives. Lucifer felt his breath catch.

She approached her computer and displayed enlarged photos of the victim's wounds on the screen. "Look at the nature of these wounds. They're inflicted very chaotically, without a clear pattern. This suggests that the killer acted in a state of strong emotional excitement."

Lucifer moved closer, carefully examining the images. "You mean it was done in a fit of rage?"

"Exactly," Cherry confirmed. "These wounds were inflicted very carelessly, almost haphazardly. This wasn't a cold-blooded act. Most likely, the killer was in a state of intense anger or affect."

Cherry shook her head. "That's the main points. I'll send you the full report later today. But if you have any additional questions, don't hesitate to ask."

Adam seemed to have finally recovered from the shock. "Thank you for your work, Dr. Bomb." Lucifer just nodded in agreement.

As soon as they entered the elevator, Lucifer couldn't contain the tension building up in him. "Strangulation is a very personal way to dispose of a victim," he said, gesticulating actively. "This points to someone close to the woman, also this pregnancy story."

Adam walked, showing no interest in Lucifer's analysis. "We need to focus on finding the knife owner now, it looks quite unique, I'm sure it was custom-made," he continued.

"Are you even listening to me?" he asked, trying to get Adam's attention.

"No," Adam replied curtly, not even looking at Lucifer.

Lucifer rolled his eyes and sighed loudly, slapping his face with his hand. "Ahh, fine. Then we need to find the owner of this knife," he said, trying to steer the conversation back to business.

Adam turned sharply to Lucifer and poked him in the chest. "Great, you and your subordinates will handle that," he said with an ironic smile.

Lucifer was shocked by this attitude. "Me?" he asked in surprise. "Excuse me, but what will you be doing?"

"Arresting him," Adam replied, not even hiding his contemptuous attitude. He turned abruptly and walked away, leaving Lucifer alone with his thoughts.

"Flawless plan," Lucifer sighed heavily, realizing that his already complicated relationship with Adam had worsened again.

Lucifer sighed, pulling his phone from his pocket. He quickly scanned through the list of contacts. Finally, his gaze settled on Emily's name.

"God, why me," he muttered under his breath, pressing the call button.

After a few rings, Emily's familiar voice came through: "Agent Emily speaking."

"Emily," he began, trying to inject a cheerfulness into his voice that he didn't feel. "I have a task for you."

"I'm listening, boss," Emily replied, her tone instantly becoming more serious.

Lucifer briefly outlined the situation: "We need to find the owner of the knife we discovered. I want the three of you to handle this matter, as Adam has dumped everything on us. I'll send you all the necessary materials soon."

A brief pause ensued on the other end of the line. "Understood, boss," Emily finally replied. "But... about Vaggie... I'm afraid she can't handle this right now."

Lucifer frowned. "What happened?"

Emily sighed, and notes of irritation appeared in her voice. "You see... Adam has, so to speak, buried her in paperwork. And now she's... well..."

"What?" Lucifer prompted, feeling his own irritation growing.

"Let's just say, there's a risk she might burn down the entire department," Emily finished, her voice mixing concern and slight amusement.

Lucifer groaned, pressing his free hand to the bridge of his nose. "Perfect"

"Should I try to calm her down?" Emily asked.

"No, let her blow off steam," Lucifer replied after a brief consideration. "Better papers than someone's head. Just... make sure she doesn't cross the line, okay? But if she makes him beg for mercy, don't stop her and send me a video of it."

"Understood, boss," Emily confirmed. "So what about the task?"

Lucifer thought for a moment. "Alright, here's what we'll do. You and Anthony start working on finding the knife owner."

"Yes, sir," Emily replied with a hint of humor in her voice. "Anything else?"

"Yes," Lucifer added. "Keep me informed. If you find anything important - let me know immediately."

"No problem," Emily assured.

Lucifer ended the call and closed his eyes for a moment, feeling the tension of the past few days accumulating in his shoulders.

***

When Lucifer enters Alastor's company building, he is instantly met with a palpable atmosphere of power and elegance, where the air hums with a sense of controlled chaos.

The polished marble floor reflects the intricate chandeliers above, creating subtle patterns throughout the room. Lucifer confidently strides to the main reception, where he's greeted by Nifty - a quick and energetic young woman who's constantly rushing and striving for perfection.

"Nifty, hello!" Lucifer cheerfully exclaims, causing her to nearly drop her papers in surprise.

"Oh! Detective! Good evening!" she chirps, her eyes wide with excitement, and she waves enthusiastically. "Should I announce you?"

"No need," said Lucifer, waving his hand. "I prefer my own loud entrance. Keep up your work."

Nifty beamed at the praise before dashing off to the elevator doors with a stack of documents. Lucifer watched her curiously before turning his attention to the massive oak doors of Alastor's office.

Finally, Lucifer reaches the large, elegant doors of Alastor's office. He pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath, before pushing them open and entering.

Alastor looked up from his desk, raising an eyebrow at this intrusion. "Well, well, detective," His lips twisted into a sarcastic smile as he leaned back in his chair, folding his fingers in front of him. "To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure? Couldn't wait until evening?" His tone is laced with mockery, the smile unwavering.

Lucifer casually walked into the office, settling on the edge of Alastor's desk. "Oh, you know me. I just can't stay away from your charming company for long."

Alastor's eyes narrowed slightly, though his smile didn't falter, he raised an eyebrow expectantly at the detective.

"Ah, well. I need your brilliant mind and special set of skills," he says quietly, his eyes shining with a seriousness that contrasts with his relaxed posture.

Alastor raises an eyebrow, his smile growing wider. "Oh? And what might I get in return for offering my... services?" His voice is honey-sweet with curiosity, though there's a hidden edge that hints at something more.

Lucifer's eyes narrow slightly, his usual charm taking on a note of irritation. "Haven't I done enough for you already?" he asks in a dangerously low voice. "After all, I did pull you off the electric chair."

Alastor's smile disappears for just a fraction of a second before he chuckles, closing the laptop in front of him with a soft click. He clasps his hands, elegantly placing them on the desk and looking at Lucifer with a playful glint in his eyes. "Would you like me to remind you what I've done for you, dear?" he asks in an almost condescending tone.

Lucifer's lips curl into a thin smile. "Surprise me."

Alastor begins counting on his fingers, feigned enthusiasm in his voice. "Let's see... I stitched you up after that rather unpleasant shoulder wound, saved you from one of Eve's bullets, and if I remember correctly, I also fished you out of that little drowning incident. Oh, and don't forget, I've postponed your meeting with Heaven not once, not twice, but three times." He quickly finishes his list, leaning his hands on the desk and watching Lucifer with an amused expression.

Lucifer huffs, pushing off from the desk and gracefully swinging his leg over, sitting on Alastor's lap. He reaches out, brushing a strand of perfectly styled hair from Alastor's face. "Perhaps we can... come to an arrangement?" he suggested, his voice dropping low and seductive.

Alastor's eyes gleamed with interest. "I'm listening."

Before Lucifer could respond, the office doors suddenly opened. Both men turned to see a young woman entering with an armful of papers. She froze in the doorway, her eyes widening as she took in the scene before her.

Lucifer, caught off guard, quickly tried to change his position, but lost his balance and awkwardly tumbled to the floor. Alastor let out a long, suffering sigh, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"Sorry for the intrusion, sir," the woman said nervously. "I didn't know you had a meeting."

Alastor waved it off. "It's quite alright, my dear. Just leave the papers by the door, if you please."

The woman nodded, hastily placing the stack of documents on the nearest table. As she turned to leave, Alastor called after her.

"Oh, and be so kind as to inform Nifty that I'm not to be disturbed for the rest of the day unless I specifically request otherwise."

"Of course, Mr. Hartfelt," she replied, casting one last curious glance at Lucifer, who was now rising from the floor with all the dignity he could muster.

As the door closes behind her, Lucifer straightens his jacket and gives Alastor an embarrassed smile. "I suppose I should go; we'll meet in the evening..."

But before he can escape, Alastor's hand shoots out, firmly grasping his wrist. "Oh no, detective," he says in a low and dangerous voice. "You're not going anywhere."

Lucifer swallows hard. Alastor grips his wrist tighter. Lucifer's eyes widen as Alastor's hand strengthens. For a moment, he's frozen, caught between fight and flight. Then, with a sudden burst of energy, he jerks his arm away, pulling his wrist free from Alastor's grasp.

"I think we're done here," Lucifer says, his voice tense as he takes a quick step back.

Something dangerous flashes in Alastor's eyes—a mix of surprise and intrigue. His usual smile shifts into something more predatory as he steps closer to Lucifer.

"Oh, I don't think so, my dear detective," Alastor purrs, his voice low and menacing.

Lucifer continues to back away, his eyes darting around the room, searching for an escape route.

"You came here for information, didn't you? It would be terribly rude to leave without getting what you came for," Alastor says in a slow, deliberate tone.

Lucifer swallows again, still retreating as Alastor advances. He carefully maneuvers around Alastor's desk, keeping it between them. "This is about a case we're working on," he begins, his usual confidence wavering slightly.

Alastor follows, his movements measured and predatory. "Oh? Enlighten me."

Lucifer steps back further, moving away from the leather chair. "The woman we found... she wasn't killed the way we initially thought."

"Intriguing," Alastor purrs, matching Lucifer's steps. "And how, pray tell, did she meet her end?"

"She was strangled," Lucifer says, his back hitting the wall. He has nowhere left to retreat.

Alastor goes silent, tilting his head slightly. "Strangled?" he repeats, the word rolling off his tongue with unsettling curiosity. He takes another step closer, leaving barely a foot between them. "And what, pray tell, does this have to do with me?"

Lucifer feels his heart race, but he forces himself to maintain eye contact. "I... I needed to ask you something," he says, his voice firmer than he feels. "Is it possible to strangle someone accidentally, without intending to kill them? How long would it take?"

Alastor's eyes widen slightly, a mixture of surprise and intrigue flashing across his face. He places one hand on the wall beside Lucifer's head, effectively trapping him. "Oh my, detective," he purrs, "those are rather specific questions. Might I ask why you're so interested in such morbid details?"

Lucifer tries to lean back further, but there's nowhere to go. He feels Alastor's breath on his face as the other man leans in closer. "It's for the case," Lucifer insists, his voice barely above a whisper. "We… I think the killer may not have been aware of their actions or acted in a fit of rage."

"Rage, you say?" Alastor muses, not taking his eyes off Lucifer. "Interesting. And you came to me for this information because...?"

Lucifer struggles to find the right words, acutely aware of how vulnerable his position is. "You… you… you must know..."

Alastor's laughter is sharp and sudden, causing Lucifer to flinch. "Oh, detective," he says with amusement, "you really should be more careful with your questions. You might not like the answers you get." Alastor arches a curious eyebrow. "Strangled, you say?" His hand reaches for Lucifer's throat, fingers curling around it with just enough pressure to make his point. "Like this?"

Lucifer's breath catches, his eyes widening as he tries to find his voice. His hands instinctively reach out to grab Alastor's wrist. "Y-yes…" he stammers, his voice barely a whisper as he struggles to form words. "Al..."

But Alastor is relentless. His grip tightens, nearly cutting off Lucifer's air supply entirely. "Does this bother you, detective?" Alastor asks in an almost playful tone, watching as panic flickers in Lucifer's eyes. He leans in closer, his lips brushing against Lucifer's ear as he whispers, "Do you remember what you told me by the lake, dear?"

Lucifer's mind races as he tries to recall, but the lack of oxygen makes it difficult to think. He gasps for breath, his hands clutching at Alastor's shoulder in a desperate attempt to loosen the grip. But Alastor only tightens his hold, a sadistic smile curling his lips. "You said, 'Go ahead.' And now, my dear detective, I think I'm ready to accept that invitation."

Lucifer's vision begins to blur, black spots dancing at the edges as his lungs burn for air. A single tear slips from the corner of his eye, trailing down his cheek as he stares helplessly at Alastor.

"Oh, is that a tear, Luci?" Alastor croons mockingly, his grip tightening further. "You're finally realizing how much control I have over you? But you like this, don't you? You always keep everything under control, but now you want to be vulnerable, don't you? The FBI's best detective doesn't know how to break free. You slipped out from under Eve's knife, but you can't escape now?"

"Al… P-please…" Lucifer gasps, squeezing Alastor's wrist tighter.

"This, detective," Alastor whispers, his voice barely audible as he leans even closer, his lips brushing against Lucifer's skin, "is exactly how long it takes to choke someone to death. First, the victim starts to lose consciousness, and then you just have to squeeze a little more to finish the job. Long enough for them to realize just how powerless they really are." Lucifer feels a chill run down his spine—both from the information and the intensity of Alastor's gaze. He opens his mouth to speak but finds himself at a loss for words.

Lucifer sees tunnels, and for a moment, he's sure this is the end. But just as he's about to lose consciousness, Alastor suddenly releases him, stepping back with a smug smile as Lucifer collapses to the floor, gasping for air and clutching at his throat.

Lucifer leans against the nearest wall, trying to steady himself as he continues to cough, breathing in short, ragged gasps. His throat aches, and he can still feel the imprint of Alastor's fingers burning on his skin, but he meets Alastor's gaze with a defiant look. "You… you really need to work on your definition of foreplay," Lucifer croaks, his voice raspy but laced with his usual sarcasm.

Alastor's smile widens, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Where's the fun in that, detective?" he responds calmly, leaning back against his chair as if this had all been part of an elaborate performance.

Lucifer can't help but let a small smile tug at the corners of his lips. There's something about Alastor's unapologetic love for chaos that he finds oddly compelling. "Curious, aren't you?" he says in a light tone, moving closer to the desk. "So, this is what gets you going, huh?"

Alastor raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by Lucifer's shift in demeanor. The detective's usual cocky attitude is back, and Alastor is more than willing to play along. "Perhaps," Alastor replies with a playful lilt in his voice, his gaze never leaving Lucifer as the detective approaches the desk.

Lucifer slowly circles the table, his eyes fixed on Alastor. He leans forward, resting one hand on the table, while the other gently takes Alastor by the chin, tilting his head slightly. "Mmm, maybe I've stumbled upon something," Lucifer murmurs in a low, teasing voice, studying Alastor's expression.

Alastor doesn't pull away, though his eyes narrow slightly in curiosity. "And what exactly are you trying to achieve, detective?" Alastor asks, his tone a blend of amusement and genuine interest.

Lucifer's smile widens, a hint of malice dancing in his eyes. He holds Alastor's gaze for a moment longer before slowly sinking to his knees beside the table. Alastor's eyebrows raise in surprise, though the smile never leaves his face. "What are you doing, Detective?" Alastor asks, his voice tinged with both curiosity and a note of skepticism.

Lucifer places his hands on Alastor's knees, his touch light but deliberate as he looks up at him. "Oh, just conducting... an inspection," Lucifer says, his voice smooth and filled with innuendo. "That wall you pushed me against might be sturdy, but I'm not so sure about this table."

Alastor chuckles, the sound low and rumbling in his chest as he watches Lucifer with great interest. "An inspection, you say?" he repeats, arching an eyebrow, leaning forward slightly. "And do you plan to test its sturdiness, detective?"

Lucifer's smile turns devilish as he shifts his weight, his hands sliding deliberately slow up Alastor's thighs. "Perhaps," he replies with a seductive purr, pressing his palms firmly against the wooden surface of the table, testing its strength. "We wouldn't want it to collapse under pressure, would we?"

“You know, detective, do you want me to tell you the truth?” Alastor moved closer to Lucifer, his intense gaze never leaving the detective's eyes. He raised a free hand and gently took Lucifer by the chin, turning his head slightly to the side to get a better look at his face. Alastor carefully studied Lucifer's eyes.

Those eyes, those blue eyes, like two shards of the morning sky, reflected an endless abyss of celestial purity. They were like the gaze of an angel who had descended from the heavens to touch the earth with its untainted light. Within them lay silence and peace, like a cloudless sky stretched above the world. Those eyes, filled with innocence, beckoned with their clarity, like crystal lakes in the mountains where stars are reflected.

Looking into those eyes was like peering into a soul where peace and harmony reigned, the same feeling as when gazing at the infinite heavens, where grandeur and boundless wisdom are hidden.

There were not enough words in existence to describe how deeply he adored them.

And those eyes were now looking directly at him.

He was simply an angel.

The only words that came to his mind.

Alastor’s thin lips curled into a smile as he leaned in closer, his breath now scorching Lucifer’s ear.

“You are such a slut,” he whispered.

"Oh, no! You wound me," Lucifer said, adopting a dramatic tone and raising an offended eyebrow as soon as his voice regained control over his body. But that tone struck Alastor as humorous. He knew that Lucifer was trying to regain control, clinging to the familiar mask of defiance that he so often wore.

Alastor's other hand slowly moved to the back of Lucifer's neck, his fingers tangling in the detective's golden hair, tugging just enough to elicit a sharp inhale from the man beneath him. With a slow, deliberate motion, Alastor leaned in, his lips almost brushing against Lucifer's parted ones, stopping just inches away. A ghost of a smile played on Alastor's lips as he whispered in a low, smooth voice, "Ready to face the consequences of your actions?"

Before Lucifer could respond, Alastor's mouth claimed his in a searing kiss, his grip tightening on Lucifer's neck, pulling him closer. The kiss was rough, demanding, filled with a desire that seemed to consume them both. Alastor's tongue teased the seam of Lucifer's lips, coaxing them apart, deepening the kiss with a fervor that left no room for hesitation.

As their lips meshed, Alastor's free hand slid down Lucifer's back, his fingers tracing the line of his spine before settling at the small of his back. With one fluid motion, Alastor's hand gripped Lucifer's waist, effortlessly lifting him off his knees. Lucifer's body was pressed against Alastor's, their chests meeting, hearts beating in sync. Alastor's lips never left Lucifer's, the kiss growing stronger as he stood, holding Lucifer securely in his arms.

Lucifer instinctively wrapped his legs around Alastor's waist, his arms curling around Alastor's neck for balance. Alastor's hand slid from Lucifer's waist to his back, supporting him with a firm grip, while the other hand reached up to the back of Lucifer's head, fingers still tangled in his hair.

Without breaking the kiss, he turned, setting Lucifer on the edge of the table, causing folders filled with seemingly important papers to crash to the floor, momentarily distracting Alastor from his main task. He glanced at the mess they had just created, but Lucifer's hand gently cupped his cheek.

"Do you want to get distracted by cleaning up now?" Lucifer murmured, his voice a dangerous whisper.

Alastor's smile widened, and a wicked glint appeared in his eyes.

Lucifer's legs tightened around Alastor's waist, pulling him closer as Alastor leaned in, his lips trailing down Lucifer's neck, planting hot kisses along the sensitive skin.

Lucifer arched his back, his head tilting back slightly to give Alastor better access, as his mouth moved along his jaw and then down to his collarbone. Alastor's hands now roamed freely, one resting on the small of Lucifer's back, the other moving up to his shoulder, fingers digging into the muscle.

As the kisses deepened, Lucifer's hands reached for Alastor's chest, his fingers deftly unbuttoning the shirt. Each button revealed more of Alastor's tanned skin, the warmth of his body radiating against Lucifer's touch. When Lucifer reached the last button, his hands slipped inside, pushing the fabric aside to fully reveal Alastor's chest.

The kisses became a bit more painful before Alastor's teeth sank into the tender skin of Lucifer's neck, enough to leave a mark. Lucifer gasped; a sharp sound of pain mixed with pleasure escaping his lips. Alastor immediately covered Lucifer's mouth with his hand, thumb brushing against Lucifer's lower lip as he whispered, "Shh, we wouldn't want anyone to hear, would we?"

Lucifer shot him a glare, his eyes burning with desire and irritation. He pulled Alastor's hand away, his voice laced with sarcasm as he muttered, "That hurts! Are you planning to eat me alive?"

As Alastor leaned closer to Lucifer's ear, his warm breath was dark, predatory. "Only if you ask for it," he replied in a quiet voice full of promises.

Lucifer's response was a stifled laugh, his hands clutching Alastor's shirt, pulling him closer. "You'll have to try harder than that," he challenged in a husky whisper.

Alastor's eyes gleamed with amusement and something darker, something that made Lucifer's heart race even faster. The hand on Lucifer's back slid up, slipping under his shirt, the cool touch of Alastor's fingers against his warm skin making him shiver. As Alastor's lips returned to his neck, kissing and biting him, Lucifer felt a thrill of anticipation.

But Lucifer wasn't one to be outdone. His hands moved with purpose, sliding Alastor's shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor in a heap. He traced the lines of Alastor's chest with his fingers, feeling the muscles tense under his touch. When Alastor bit down again, harder this time, Lucifer couldn't hold back the moan that escaped his lips.

That sound seemed to spur Alastor on, his kisses growing rougher, more demanding. Lucifer's back hit the cool wood, but all he could focus on was the heat of Alastor's body pressing against him, the feel of Alastor's lips on his skin, and how their bodies seemed to fit together perfectly.

Alastor pulled back slightly, his gaze fixated on Lucifer's flushed face, his tousled hair, and the way his chest heaved with each breath. "You're quite the sight, detective," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Lucifer's lips curled into a lazy smile; his eyes half-lidded as he looked up at Alastor. "Then why aren't you making the most of it?" he teased, his voice a soft purr.

Alastor chuckled darkly, his hands sliding down Lucifer's sides, gripping his hips. "Oh, I intend to," he promised, and the tone of his voice sent shivers down Lucifer's spine. Alastor's hand slid from Lucifer's hip, tracing his curve before squeezing it.

Alastor wasted no time, his hands moving greedily as he reached for Lucifer's wrists. With a firm but controlled grip, he lifted Lucifer's arms above his head, pinning them to the table. The action was a clear declaration of dominance, a silent command that Lucifer was forced to obey.

Lucifer's hands tensed against Alastor's, testing the strength of his grip, but there was no escape. Lucifer's breath hitched, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he looked up at Alastor, his pupils dilated with a mix of defiance and desire. Alastor's smile was wicked, his eyes glinting with dark amusement as he held Lucifer's wrists in one hand, while his other hand slid down to grab Lucifer's chin.

"You think you can resist me?" Alastor whispered in a low, dangerously seductive voice. The sound sent a shiver down Lucifer's spine, but he forced himself to meet Alastor's gaze, his lips curling into a smile.

"I never resist," Lucifer murmured with a hint of defiance. "I just play your game."

Alastor's eyes darkened with something primal, sparked by Lucifer's words. "Then play," he growled, his hand sliding from Lucifer's chin to his throat, firm but not squeezing. The weight of Alastor's hand on his neck sent a thrill through Lucifer, his heart pounding in his chest as he felt the power Alastor held over him.

Pinned beneath him, Lucifer could feel every inch of Alastor's body pressed against his own—the hard lines of muscle, the warmth radiating from him, and the relentless force of his desire. Alastor leaned down, his lips brushing against Lucifer's ear as he spoke. "Do you know what I really want, detective?" he whispered, the words sending a jolt through Lucifer's body. "I want to fuck you on the precinct table, so everyone can see that the state's best detective is such a slut."

"Promises, promises," the detective exhaled, unable to contain his excitement. "For once, back up your words," Lucifer grinned at Alastor, feeling his irritation simmer through his entire body.

Smirking, Alastor leaned in, once again claiming Lucifer's lips in a bruising kiss that left them both breathless. His hand, still holding Lucifer's wrists above his head, tightened its grip, reminding Lucifer of his place, of the power Alastor held over him in this moment. Lucifer's body tensed, every nerve alight as Alastor's hand slid lower, teasingly slow as it traced the waistband of his pants.

Lucifer's breath caught as Alastor's fingers touched the sensitive skin just above his waistband, sending a jolt of electricity through him. He stifled a moan, throwing his head back against the table, trying to maintain some semblance of control. But Alastor had no intention of letting him have that.

With a swift, decisive movement, Alastor’s hand slipped inside Lucifer’s pants, his fingers wrapping around him with just the right amount of pressure. Lucifer’s hips bucked involuntarily, a guttural moan escaping his lips as the pleasure hit him like a tidal wave. His eyes squeezed shut, his body trembling beneath Alastor’s relentless touch.

Alastor’s hand moved faster, pushing Lucifer closer and closer to the edge. The detective’s breath came in ragged gasps, his chest heaving as he struggled to keep control. But the relentless assault on his senses, the way Alastor’s body pressed against his own, the feel of his hand on his skin—it was all too much.

"Ah... Al," Lucifer gasped, his voice barely a whisper.

Alastor arched an eyebrow in silent inquiry. "Oh, detective, is there something you wish to say to me?"

Lucifer met Alastor's gaze with a weary but defiant smile. "Is that all you've got?" he rasped, his voice hoarse yet full of challenge.

Alastor chuckled, a low, satisfied sound that sent another shiver down Lucifer's spine. "Oh, detective," he murmured, his voice laced with a dark promise of what was to come. "We're just getting started." He released Lucifer's wrists, letting them fall to his sides.

Without wasting a second, Alastor decisively flipped Lucifer onto his stomach, pinning him to the table. The cold wooden surface pressed against Lucifer's skin, but it was insignificant compared to the weight of the situation.

Lucifer tried to push himself off the table, but Alastor wasn't having it. With a sharp thrust, he pinned Lucifer down again, one hand pressing between his shoulder blades to keep him in place. The force of the action sent a thrill through Lucifer, the weight of Alastor's dominance settling into his bones.

"Stay still," Alastor commanded, his voice a quiet growl that left no room for argument. His hand trailed lower, tracing the curve of Lucifer's spine before slipping under the waistband of his pants. The touch was slow, deliberate. He could feel Alastor's breath on his neck, warm and teasing, as Alastor leaned closer, grabbing a fistful of his silky hair, exposing his neck.

"You like this, don't you?" Alastor purred in a velvety murmur. "Being at my mercy, utterly helpless under my touch."

Lucifer bit back a response, refusing to give Alastor the satisfaction of acknowledgment. But his body betrayed him, arching ever so slightly into the touch, craving more of that exquisite pressure. Alastor chuckled softly, the sound filled with dark delight, as if he could read every thought, every desire Lucifer had.

With a deft motion, Alastor tugged Lucifer's pants lower, just enough to expose the smooth skin of his thighs.

But this time, Alastor wasn't satisfied with just touching. He wanted more—more of that sweet submission, more of the fire he knew still burned within Lucifer, even as he was pinned to the table. His hands moved with purpose, spreading Lucifer's legs just enough to slip between them. The sensation was both intimate and aggressive, a reminder of how powerless Lucifer was in that moment.

A low moan escaped Lucifer's lips before he could stop it, a sound mingling frustration and pure desire. Alastor's fingers traced the tense ring of muscle, relishing the sight before him.

Lucifer moans when he pushes in further, the pace agonizingly slow until Alastor’s other fingers make contact with the swell of his ass. The detective's back arches in a tempting curve.

He quickly shatters the borderline sentimental moment by adding a second finger on the next pass. Lucifer chokes on his first moan, the sound becoming drawn out as Alastor starts moving his fingers in a rhythm. He arches against Alastor, neglected cock pressing against his stomach.

The sight of Lucifer falling apart from his fingers alone is just as addictive as the sounds spilling from his lips. While the humiliation is still tinging his cheeks red, there’s nothing reserved in the way Lucifer gasps and shudders each time Alastor’s fingers reach deep inside him.

"Do you think my employees are enjoying the sound of your sweet moans right now, detective?" Lucifer's eyes widen, and his hand instinctively reaches to cover his mouth. "Don't look so worried, Lucifer," Alastor teases, increasing the pace until Lucifer's body starts moving on its own. "My office has excellent soundproofing, and besides, I don’t feel like sharing your lovely voice with anyone tonight."

Alastor wastes no time pulling out all the stops. He keeps a steady pace but pushes in even deeper, making sure the rest of his hand makes an audible sound when it hits Lucifer’s ass, imitating the act they’re both crying out for. The pace is set, and Alastor makes a point to hit that same spot whenever he can. Lucifer is practically incoherent, babbling and rocking his hips to meet Alastor’s hand with every thrust.

"You know, I don't understand why you chose the profession of a detective," Alastor remarks with a smile that only grows as his hand, previously still, moves to rest on the detective’s golden, now slightly damp hair. "You're wasting your potential here."

"How could you..."

Alastor cuts him off by finally adding his third finger, curling all of them upwards and pressing hard.

"Oh, fuck!" Lucifer arches, legs shaking, "There, there! Al- right there!" His fingers clutch the edge of the table, knuckles turning white from the effort to hold on as Alastor continues his slow, methodical torment.

He moves Lucifer as close to him as possible, rubbing his own cock against the detective’s thigh.

"And this," he continues, leaning in close to Lucifer's ear and drinking in every inch of that desperate expression on his face as he begins moving his fingers at a much slower pace, "this I could watch for hours.

His eyes screw shut, mouth falling open as he tries to seek out more stimulation by rocking back his hips. It doesn’t work, he whines, that frustrated feeling of being just on the edge but getting nowhere breaking him in real-time.

“Alastor,” Lucifer whines, eyes reopening with fresh tears welling at the sides, “Just. Just fuck me already. I- fuck.”

“Your wish is my command,” Alastor replies far too quickly, withdrawing his fingers before adding a sarcastic final jab, “Detective”

Alastor paused for a moment, satisfied as he watched Lucifer arch beneath him, trapped between his strength and the cold surface of the table.

With an effortless move that emphasized his power, Alastor lifted Lucifer off the table. Lucifer felt his legs leave the cold surface, and reflexively wrapped them around Alastor’s waist. His hands instinctively grabbed onto Alastor’s shoulders, as if seeking support in this new position.

Lucifer found himself pressed against Alastor’s strong body, his chest rising and falling rhythmically with his own heavy breathing. He could feel every movement, every pulse of Alastor’s muscles, which acted as though they could break his will, yet at the same time supported him, preventing him from falling.

Alastor’s eyes flicked between them as Lucifer stabilized, using his free hand to guide himself towards Lucifer’s entrance. He hissed through clenched teeth as the head of his cock caught, the tight heat already threatening to undo him before they’d even started. There was a moment’s hesitation, one where Alastor could almost hear how hard his heart was pounding, and then he pulled Lucifer down, impaling him on his cock.

“Oh-” Lucifer moaned as their eyes met, his face twisting in ecstasy as Alastor sank deeper. “Holy fuck.”

“Such language,” Alastor teased as he finally bottomed out, filling Lucifer with every inch he had to offer.

Alastor picked him up by the waist and immediately rocked him back as he thrust up. They both moaned, their sounds blending into one, with no petty quips between them.

Lucifer swung his arms around Alastor’s neck, giving himself leverage to move. He was close enough that Alastor could feel his hot breath on his neck as he rocked Lucifer on him, standing on his toes to thrust into him at the same time.

“Fuck-” Alastor’s whole body shuddered as Lucifer bounced back against him, his body feeling like it was sucking him in further, “You’re- you’re so...”

“What? Lost... Lost your words?” Lucifer gripped Alastor’s shoulders tighter, digging his nails into his back.

Alastor lowered Lucifer more forcefully, their skin slapping together with a loud sound. The sudden motion made Lucifer tremble and cry out softly, burying his face in Alastor’s chest as if seeking refuge from the overwhelming sensations. His breathing became uneven, his body tense. When the pleasure became unbearable, Lucifer tilted his head and gently bit Alastor’s neck.

Alastor’s fingers dug into Lucifer’s waist, mirroring the smile with his own signature smirk. “Speechless, detective?”

He rocked Lucifer against him, bottoming out so he could swivel him on his cock before pulling back and repeating the motion. The movements were interspersed with occasional bursts to keep those sinful moans coming, but never quite pushing him into screaming territory.

There was something tightening in Alastor's stomach and making his skin tingle just as much as the tight heat he was slowly sinking in and out of.

“What the hell are you doing?” Lucifer lifted his head from Alastor’s shoulder, trying to resist. “You’re overestimating my abilities.”

“Trust me, darling, you’re in no position to protest right now,” Alastor retorted.

He pulled almost all the way out, grabbing one of Lucifer’s legs and pushing it toward his chest. Ignoring Lucifer’s protests, he swung it over his arm and pressed it against the table, switching their position by practically folding him in half.

This gave him much more freedom to lean into Lucifer, ignoring the way he winced as the table’s edge dug into his back, just so he could see every detail of that scowling face. He pressed his lips to Lucifer’s, wrapping his arms around his back to feel Lucifer’s thin fingers bury themselves in his hair.

Their kiss broke, too difficult to maintain with how much they were writhing against each other, and Alastor took it upon himself to reattach his lips to that slim neck.

“Alastor… please, just- just-” Lucifer whimpered, fresh tears falling down his face. “Alastor. Alastor, please. Please, I want- I need you-” Despite how loud he’d been so far, when Lucifer came, it was with a silent scream. He arched as his body locked up, leaning back so far he would’ve fallen if not for Alastor’s grip on his hips.

Lucifer buried his face in Alastor’s chest again as Alastor continued to move, chasing his own high, pushing Lucifer to the edge of his limits. He carelessly kissed Alastor’s neck, tears streaming down his cheeks and falling onto Alastor’s skin.

Alastor attached himself to the other side of Lucifer’s neck, biting down to muffle the loud moan that started deep in his chest.

There was no hiding, even with his face buried in Lucifer’s neck. No hiding the way his whole body shuddered or how he couldn’t control a single sound from escaping, even as he licked at Lucifer’s neck. Not that the detective seemed to mind, not when he was grabbing Alastor’s back and whimpering his name.

Alastor’s smile returned as he tightened his hold around Lucifer’s waist, preventing his attempt to escape.

Lucifer was still whimpering softly, clinging to him, each breath coming out as a whisper of pure bliss.

“Give me a few minutes,” Lucifer protested, clutching Alastor’s shoulders tighter as Alastor began to lower him to the floor. “I can’t feel my legs.”

“Oh, dear, Detective Lucifer Morningstar is out of commission?” Alastor purred. “I’m sure many criminals would envy me.”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” Lucifer spat, clutching Alastor’s arms, trying to stay upright on his incredibly shaky legs.

Chapter Text

"Alastor Hartfelt!" Lucifer's scream echoed throughout the apartment. "I’m going  kill you!"

From the kitchen came Alastor's calm, slightly amused reply: "What seems to be the problem, dear?"

Lucifer burst out of the bathroom and descended the stairs, his face masked with indignation. He went to the kitchen, accusingly pointing at his neck. "What the hell is this?!" he asked, showing the visible marks in the form of quite noticeable bites and bruises, but worst of all was the clear handprint around his neck.

Alastor turned from the stove, a spatula in hand and an infuriatingly serene smile on his face. His eyes traveled to Lucifer's neck, and his smile widened. "Why, that appears to be your lovely neck, my dear," he said innocently.

Lucifer's eyes narrowed dangerously as he approached Alastor. He placed his hands on either side of the other man, effectively trapping him against the counter. "You..." he began, his voice low and threatening. "You absolute... I can't even..." He struggled to find the words to express his frustration.

Alastor, for his part, seemed entirely unfazed by Lucifer's proximity or anger. His smile never faltered as he gazed into Lucifer's eyes. "My, my," he purred. "You're absolutely breathtaking when you're angry, you know that?"

Lucifer's eyes flashed dangerously, a storm brewing in their depths. The early morning light filtering through the kitchen window caught the flecks of gold in his irises, making them seem to glow with an inner fire. "Don't you dare try to charm your way out of this, Alastor," he growled, leaning in closer until their faces were mere inches apart.

Alastor's expression shifted, his eyes widening slightly as he took in Lucifer's intensity. There was a hint of genuine awe in his gaze as he studied Lucifer's face, drinking in every detail of his fierce expression. The anger etched into Lucifer's features was captivating - the sharp line of his clenched jaw, the slight furrow between his brows.

Feeling suddenly self-conscious under Alastor's admiring scrutiny, Lucifer lifted his hand. Without hesitation, he placed his palm directly on Alastor's face, covering his eyes, nose, and part of his mouth.

In one swift motion, Lucifer pushed Alastor's face away, creating immediate distance between them. His hand fell away instantly, leaving no lingering touch.

"Stop it," Lucifer murmured, his voice low and rough with emotion.

"Stop what, dear?" Alastor asked, his voice soft and slightly breathless. Despite Lucifer's hand pushing him away, his eyes remained locked on the detective's face, drinking in every nuance of his expression.

"Stop looking at me like..." Lucifer said, a hint of color rising to his cheeks. He took a step back, running a hand through his already disheveled hair. "Your staring was... distracting,"

Alastor's lips curved into a soft, almost wondering smile. "Can you blame me? You're quite the sight to behold, especially when you're all fired up like this."

Lucifer felt his face heat up even more at Alastor's words. He turned away, unable to meet that intense gaze any longer. "Just... go back to what you were doing," he said, his voice gruff but lacking its earlier anger. "Weren't you in the middle of making breakfast?"

Alastor chuckled softly, the sound rich and warm. It sent a shiver down Lucifer's spine, despite his best efforts to remain aloof. "As you wish, my dear," Alastor said, turning back to the stove. "Though I must say, your touch lingers quite pleasantly. Perhaps we could explore that further... after breakfast?"

Lucifer rolled his eyes, but couldn't quite suppress the small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Don't push your luck, Alastor," he warned, though there was a hint of fondness in his tone.

As Lucifer poured the coffee, he felt the last of the tension seep out of his shoulders. The familiar routine of their morning, the comforting scents filling the kitchen, and Alastor's presence - irritating as it could be - all combined to create a sense of home that Lucifer had rarely experienced before.

He brought the mugs of coffee to the table, pausing beside Alastor on his way. Without a word, he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Alastor's cheek.

Alastor froze for a moment, surprised by the gesture. Then his face softened into a genuine smile - not his usual smirk, but something warmer and more vulnerable. "What was that for?" he asked softly.

Lucifer shrugged, a small smile playing on his lips. "Just... because," he said. "Don't read too much into it. I'm still mad...".

Alastor's grin widened. "Wouldn't dream of it"

***

Lucifer stepped out of his car, adjusting his collar one last time. He sighed, knowing it was a lost cause. The cool morning air nipped at his skin as he made his way towards the precinct.

As he approached the building, he saw Emily waiting for him at the entrance, her face lighting up with a mix of excitement and concern. She fell into step beside him as they entered, her words coming out in a rush.

"Morning, boss! You won't believe what we've found out about the knife. It's quite the twist, actually."

Lucifer cleared his throat, "Good morning, Em. What about the knife?"

Emily's eyes sparkled with the thrill of new information as they made their way through the busy precinct. Officers and detectives bustled about, the air filled with the sound of ringing phones and hurried conversations.

Emily's eyes sparkled with the excitement of new information as they made their way through the busy precinct. "Well, we managed to trace the owner of the knife," she began, lowering her voice as they walked through the crowded hallway. "It belongs to a rather eccentric collector known as Mr. Pentious."

"Interesting," Lucifer mused. "I assume you've already arranged for us to interview him?"

Emily's expression became puzzled. "Well, that's where it gets complicated. You see, he reported the knife stolen about three months ago."

Lucifer stopped in his tracks, causing a junior officer standing behind them to nearly collide with him. He quickly mumbled an apology before fully turning his attention to Emily. "Stolen? Are you sure?"

Emily nodded vigorously. "Absolutely. He even filed a police report. I have all the details in the file on your desk. It's quite a coincidence, isn't it?"

Lucifer nodded approvingly. "Good work, Em. Review all the surveillance cameras again, the police might have missed something."

As he opened the office door, Lucifer's gaze immediately fell on Anthony, who was sitting in one of the visitor chairs, his feet propped up on the edge of Lucifer's desk. The younger detective's eyes widened when he saw Lucifer, and a mischievous smile spread across his face.

Before Anthony could utter a word, Lucifer pointed a warning finger at him. "Not. One. Word," he growled. "Unless you want to be transferred to traffic duty for the foreseeable future."

Anthony's smile didn't fade, but he mimed zipping his lips. However, his eyes danced with barely contained glee.

Lucifer sighed, hung up his coat, and sat down at his desk. He looked sternly at Anthony. "I assume you're not here to test my patience?"

Finally, Anthony lowered his feet from the desk, leaning forward with a more serious expression. "Actually, yes. I've been digging into the victims' phones as you asked. Nothing too suspicious in their public profiles, but I managed to access their private messages on several platforms."

Lucifer raised an eyebrow. "I hope you had a warrant for that, Anthony."

Anthony's smile turned sheepish. "Well, let's just say I had a very cooperative judge who understood the urgency of our case."

Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache coming on. "One of these days, your shortcuts are going to land us all in hot water. What did you find?"

As Anthony continued, the excitement returned. "There's nothing interesting about the man, just work and friends, but the woman had a lover."

Lucifer raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Go on."

"Well, it seems she was in quite the love triangle. According to the messages, she ultimately chose her husband and sent a rather... let's say, cold message to the other guy." Anthony pulled out his phone, scrolling through some notes. "She wrote, and I quote, 'I never truly loved you."

Lucifer frowned. "That's rather harsh. How did he take it?"

Anthony shrugged. "Surprisingly well, actually. At least on the surface. He replied with something along the lines of 'I understand, I wish you both the best.' No threats, no anger - at least not in writing."

"Hmm," Lucifer mused, tapping his fingers on the desk. "And I assume you've checked this spurned lover's alibi?"

Anthony nodded. "That's where it gets interesting. He claims he was at work during the time of the murder. We're waiting for confirmation from his office."

Lucifer's brow furrowed. "At work? At night?"

"Yeah, that's the thing," Anthony replied. "He says he works unofficially as a night security guard. We've given him until tomorrow to confirm his alibi and issued a travel restriction in the meantime."

Time was advancing into late evening, everyone had already hurried home, as Friday was the day when detectives didn't linger long at work. Lucifer sat at his desk, the soft light of the lamp illuminating the scattered papers before him. The precinct was quiet, most officers having left to sleep at home. But sleep was far from Lucifer's mind as he carefully studied the financial records, his brow furrowed in concentration. "Something's not adding up," he muttered to himself, reaching for his coffee mug only to find it empty.

He leaned back in his chair, rubbing his tired eyes. The suspect's financial history was spread out before him, a puzzle waiting to be solved. Lucifer's eyes darted from one document to another, his mind racing to connect the dots.

"Let's start from the beginning," he said softly, organizing the papers chronologically.

His fingers traced over a bank statement from a year ago. "This is where he worked for Pentious," Lucifer noted, surprised by this discovery. He hadn't realized the connection went back so far. "Security work, decent pay. But he didn't stay there long."

Lucifer shifted his gaze to more recent statements. "Then a new job, better pay. Everything seemed stable until..."

He paused, focusing on the statements from the last three months. Regular deposits suddenly ceased. No more salaries, just small, irregular transfers from family members.

"What happened three months ago?" Lucifer wondered aloud. "Did he quit? Was he fired? And why?"

He reached for another file, this one containing employment records. As he scanned the document, his eyebrows rose in surprise. "He didn't just leave his job," Lucifer realized. "The entire company shut down. Mass layoffs."

He leaned back in his chair, his mind racing with the implications.

"So he loses his job through no fault of his own," Lucifer mused. "He experiences financial difficulties, relying on family to get by. And then..."

His gaze fell on the printouts of text messages between the suspect and the victim. An seemingly peaceful breakup that had been bothering him.

"Timing," Lucifer muttered, forming a new theory. "Job loss, then breakup."

He stood up, needing to move as his thoughts raced. Pacing around the office, Lucifer began piecing together a narrative.

"He loses his job, starts struggling. The woman's husband had a stable income. Not seeing a future with an unemployed lover, she decides to end it, tells him she never loved him. It's the last straw."

But something still didn't sit right. The man's calm reaction to the breakup. The absence of any threatening messages or stalking behavior. It was too... clean.

He returned to his desk, rifling through papers until he found what he was looking for - the report on the stolen knife.

"Pentious reported it stolen three months ago," Lucifer said in a barely audible whisper. "Right when our suspect lost his job. For money? But there were no deposits during that period, so..."

Lucifer sat down heavily, the weight of his realization settling on him. If his theory was correct, this wasn't a crime of passion. It wasn't a sudden snap. It was premeditated. Carefully planned and executed.

"He stole the knife, knowing he would use it," Lucifer said quietly. "He reacted calmly to her messages because he had already decided their fate. And then he waited. Waited for the perfect moment, and then he would have framed the knife's owner, but he didn't account for the fact that the owner reported it missing."

Suddenly everything fell into place. Lucifer grabbed his coat and rushed out of the precinct, his heart pounding with the thrill of a breakthrough.

As he sped through the dark streets, Lucifer dialed Vaggie's number. "Vaggie, I need you to call for backup. Send them to the suspect's address in about 20 minutes. I'm heading there now."

"Lucifer, wait!" Vaggie's voice came through the speaker. "What's going on? You shouldn't go alone! Are you now allowed to visit suspects on your own without Adam? What about following all the rules?"

A mischievous glint appeared in Lucifer's eyes. "Who said anything about following rules? Aren't they made to be broken?"

Vaggie smiled, more familiar territory. "That's the Lucifer I know. Just... be careful, okay? I'll call for backup, just don't do anything stupid."

Lucifer nodded, a slight smile playing on his lips. "No promises."

The drive to  suspect's house seemed to take an eternity. It was located on the outskirts of the city, in a wooded area that grew denser the further Lucifer drove. As he approached the small, unassuming house, trees pressed in from all sides, casting long shadows in the late afternoon light.

Lucifer took a deep breath, steeling himself as he approached the front door. He knocked decisively, then called out, "Excuse me, This is Agent Morningstar from the FBI. I'd like to ask you a few more questions."

There was a long pause, then the sound of approaching footsteps. The door opened, revealing the man's wary face. "Agent? I'm sorry, but your colleagues were already here earlier. I told them everything I know."

Lucifer cleared his throat, his voice steady as he addressed the suspect. "I apologize for the late hour, but I was hoping we could clarify a few details. It won't take long."

Man glanced over his shoulder, hesitation evident in his posture. After a moment's consideration, he nodded. "Alright, come in."

As Lucifer stepped inside, his keen eyes immediately took in every detail of the modest living room. A half-packed suitcase caught his attention, propped open on a worn couch.

"Going somewhere?" Lucifer inquired casually, gesturing towards the luggage.

"Yeah, just... took some time off. Thought I'd see a bit of the world, you know?"

Lucifer nodded, his face impassive, but his mind racing. The timing was, to put it mildly, suspicious. "I understand. Well, don't let me distract you from your preparations. This shouldn't take long."

The man politely gestured towards the couch. "Please, have a seat. Can I get you anything? Water, perhaps?"

Lucifer shook his head, remaining standing. "No, thank you. I'm fine."

"Are you sure? How about some tea?" he pressed, fidgeting slightly.

Something about the man's insistence piqued Lucifer's interest. "Actually, tea would be lovely, thank you," he replied, watching carefully as the man nodded and moved towards the kitchen.

As the suspect busied himself with preparing the tea, Lucifer's keen eye caught a detail that made him frown slightly. The suspect was predominantly using his left hand, from opening cabinets to handling the kettle.

"While we wait for the tea, do you mind if I look around? Just to get a feel for the place," Lucifer called out in a casual voice.

The man looked up, his eyes narrowing slightly. "I... suppose that would be alright. Though I'm not sure what you expect to find."

Lucifer smiled disarmingly. "Just being thorough. You understand."

He moved through the house, his trained eyes taking in every detail. Family photos on the walls, a stack of old magazines on a side table, nothing out of the ordinary until...

At the end of the hallway, Lucifer paused in front of a closed door. Unlike the other doors in the house, this one was unadorned, showing no signs of frequent use, and it was secured with a heavy lock.

Lucifer's fingers twitched, instinctively reaching for the top of the door frame. Years of experience had taught him that people often hid spare keys in predictable places.

"Need any help, detective?"

The man's voice, too close, made Lucifer freeze. He turned slowly, finding the suspect standing right behind him, his expression unreadable.

"Ah, yes," Lucifer replied calmly. "I was curious about this door."

The man nodded tensely. "Ah, that's the basement. I can fetch the keys if you'd like to take a look."

As he turned to retrieve the keys, Lucifer's fingers brushed against something cool and metallic above the door. A key. His heartbeat quickened, but he kept his voice steady. "Actually, I think..."

The rest of the sentence was cut off by a searing pain that lanced through the back of his skull. Lucifer staggered, his vision blurring as he turned to face his attacker. He stood there, holding the shattered remains of a heavy glass bottle, his eyes wild with panic and fury.

"Damn it," Lucifer growled, pressing one hand to his throbbing skull. "I asked nicely, didn't I?"

In a blur of motion, Lucifer lunged forward, grabbing the man's wrist, and pinning him against the wall. "Let's talk about this calmly," he said through gritted teeth. "I don't want to hurt you."

The response was swift and brutal. He threw his head back, catching Lucifer square in the nose. The detective stumbled backward, stars exploding behind his eyes.

"Ow! I said calmly!" Lucifer protested, blinking away tears of pain. As his vision cleared, he found himself staring down the barrel of a gun.

Lucifer's eyes never left the gun barrel as he slowly raised his hands. "Now, let's keep calm," he said quietly. "We can talk about this."

The man's face contorted with anger and desperation. "There's nothing to talk about, detective," he spat, gripping the weapon tighter. "You shouldn't have come here."

Lucifer's mind raced, acutely aware of the danger he was in. He glanced at the clock on the wall, noting the time. 'Just need to stall for a few more minutes,' he thought. Backup would be arriving soon, but until then, he was on his own.

"The death of a federal agent won't help your situation," Lucifer said calmly, taking a small step back. "It will only make things worse."

The attacker advanced forward, matching Lucifer's retreat step for step. The detective's back hit the wall, and he realized he had nowhere else to go. The man's eyes were wild, filled with a storm of emotions Lucifer couldn't decipher.

"No, you don't understand," his voice cracked. "I didn't want any of this to happen."

Lucifer studied the man's face carefully, seeing the pain etched in every line. A theory began to form in his mind. "You loved her, didn't you?" he asked quietly.

The man faltered for a moment, and Lucifer caught a glimpse of vulnerability in his eyes. "More than anything in the world," he whispered. "And then she left me."

Lucifer nodded slowly, encouraging him to continue. "It must have been difficult to hold those feelings."

"I tried to control it," his voice was barely above a whisper. "I really did. But I couldn't... I couldn't let her go. I thought if I could just make her come back to me..."

"So you killed her husband?" Lucifer asked in a gentle but probing voice. "And then her?"

He was overcome with a mixture of grief and anger. "If her husband was gone, she would forget about him over time. She would come back to me. She would remember how good we were together. She left me as soon as I lost my job, and I immediately developed a plan."

As he spoke, the pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place for Lucifer. The detective listened intently as the man before him unraveled, revealing the depth of his obsession and the terrible steps he had taken.

"I took her," his voice was distant as if reliving the memory. "I thought if she was with me, if I could make her see how much I loved her, she would remember. She would love me again."

Lucifer felt a chill run down his spine as he realized the full extent of what he had done. "You kidnapped her"

The man nodded, immersed in his story. "I planned it all out. We were going to start over, just the two of us. But then..." His voice trailed off, and a look of pain crossed his face.

"Then what?" Lucifer prompted gently, aware he was treading on dangerous ground.

"She was pregnant," he whispered, his eyes filling with tears. "When I found out, I just... I couldn't control myself. I lost it."

Lucifer felt a wave of nausea wash over him as he processed his words. The brutality of the crime, the senselessness of it all struck him anew. And yet he kept his voice calm, knowing that talking was his best chance of survival.

"I understand it was difficult for you," Lucifer said carefully, watching for a reaction.

"Understand?" he growled, pressing the gun harder against Lucifer's chest. "What could you possibly understand? Have you ever loved someone like that?"

Lucifer hesitated, caught off guard by the personal nature of the question. In this moment of vulnerability, the man saw an opening and seized it.

"Answer me!" he demanded, jabbing the gun into Lucifer's ribs. "Do you have someone you love?"

Lucifer swallowed hard. "Yes," he admitted quietly.

A cruel smile spread across his face. "Tell me, detective, what would you do if she left you? If she cast you aside like you were nothing?"

Lucifer's mind raced, trying to find the right words to defuse the situation. "I don't know," he said honestly. "But listen, I know that love and obsession are not the same thing."

The man's eyes narrowed, a look of disgust flashing across his face. "I thought you were smart, detective, but you're just as foolish as all of them. You don't understand at all."

Before Lucifer could respond, the air was filled with police sirens. He raised his head, his eyes widening in panic. "You called for backup?" he hissed, turning back to Lucifer with renewed fury.

Lucifer's heart raced as he saw the lover's finger tighten on the trigger. "You've just signed your death warrant, detective," he growled.

Lucifer lunged forward, pushing the gun aside as it fired. The sound of the shot was deafening in the confined space, and Lucifer felt the heat of the bullet as it whistled past his ear.

In a flurry of motion, Lucifer tackled the larger man to the floor. Despite the suspect's considerable size advantage, Lucifer's adrenaline-fueled determination gave him a momentary edge. They grappled frantically, each struggling for dominance.

As the struggle between them intensified, the detective managed to knock the gun away. With a quick strike, Lucifer pushed the weapon across the floor, far out of reach for both of them. The clang of metal against wood echoed through the room, momentarily distracting from their fierce battle.

The man, enraged by the loss of the firearm, redoubled his efforts. His superior size and strength quickly became apparent as he bore down on Lucifer with renewed force. The detective found himself overwhelmed, his training and agility no match for the raw power of his opponent.

With great effort, he managed to flip Lucifer onto his stomach, pinning him face-down on the cold, hard floor. Lucifer struggled, trying to push off, but the man's weight was too much. He felt a knee dig into his back, effectively immobilizing him.

"Not so tough now, are you, detective?" the man growled, his breath hot against Lucifer's ear.

Despite the pain and the precariousness of his situation, Lucifer couldn't resist a quip. "Oh, believe me," he gasped out, "I have an acquaintance who treats me far rougher than this. You should meet him sometime - now there's a man who knows how to manhandle."

The suspect's grip tightened, eliciting a sharp hiss of pain from Lucifer. He felt the man reaching for something at his belt - his handcuffs. The cool metal snapped around one wrist, then the other, securing Lucifer's hands behind his back.

"Joke all you want," the man snarled. "It won't change how this ends."

Just as Lucifer was beginning to wonder if he'd finally bitten off more than he could chew, the sound of splintering wood filled the air. The front door burst open with a thunderous crash, and a flood of voices filled the room.

"FBI! Hands where we can see them! Now!"

Lucifer had never been so relieved to hear Vaggie's commanding voice. He managed to turn his head just enough to see her leading the charge, weapon drawn and face set in grim determination. Anthony and Emily flanked her, along with several other officers, all with their guns trained on the suspect.

"Ah, friends," Lucifer called out, his voice strained but still managing to convey a hint of his usual dry humor. "I don't suppose one of you could lend me a hand? It seems I'm in a bit of a tight spot."

The suspect's body tensed above Lucifer. "You won't shoot," he said, his voice a mixture of desperation and bravado. "Not with your agent in the line of fire."

Lucifer couldn't help but chuckle, despite the pain it caused. "I wouldn't bet on that if I were you," he quipped. "They might just consider me an acceptable loss."

Vaggie's eyes narrowed dangerously. "I wouldn't test that theory if I were you," she said, her voice cold as ice. "I'm an excellent shot, and right now, you're giving me plenty of reasons to prove it."

For a tense moment, the room was silent save for the heavy breathing of its occupants. Then, slowly, Lucifer felt the pressure on his back ease. The suspect raised his hands, moving away from the prone detective.

When Anthony and another officer approached to guard the suspect, Emily rushed to Lucifer. "Are you alright?" she asked with noticeable concern in her voice, helping him to his feet and removing the handcuffs.

Lucifer winced, rolling his shoulders to ease the pain. "Excellent timing management, you came just in time, besides, I had everything under control."

Chapter Text

As Lucifer and Vaggie emerged from the house, the cool night air was a welcome relief after the intense confrontation inside. The flashing lights of police cars illuminated the street, casting an eerie blue glow over the scene.

Lucifer winced as he took a deep breath, his ribs protesting the movement. Vaggie noticed his discomfort and frowned. "You should get checked out by the paramedics," she said, concern evident in her voice.

Lucifer waved off her suggestion with a dismissive hand. "I'm fine, just a few bruises. Nothing a good night's sleep won't cure." He paused, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Or perhaps a stiff drink."

Vaggie rolled her eyes, but there was a hint of a smile on her lips. "You never change, do you?"

"Why mess with perfection?" Lucifer quipped, adjusting his rumpled suit jacket.

As they walked towards the street, Vaggie's expression became serious. "It seems we have a problem, even two."

Both of them turned around and saw a tall, broad-shouldered man striding purposefully towards them. A thin, energetic woman was following closely behind him.

Lucifer's eyebrows rose in recognition. "Adam," he said, his tone a mixture of surprise and wariness. "To what do we owe the pleasure?"

Adam's face remained impassive as he reached them. Without a word, he thrust a folded piece of paper into Lucifer's hands. Lucifer unfolded it, his eyes scanning the contents quickly. Vaggie leaned in, trying to catch a glimpse of what was written.

"What is it?" she asked, her voice tinged with concern.

Lucifer's expression was unreadable as he finished reading. He looked up at Adam, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Well, well," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "It seems we've been rewarded for our hard work. Agent Morningstar's team is suspended from active duty for two weeks, effective immediately."

Vaggie's eyes widened in shock. "What? But we just cracked the case! This is-"

Lucifer held up a hand, cutting her off. He turned to Adam, his smile never wavering. "Here you go," he said, handing the paper back to the stern-faced man. "I assume you'll need this for your records."

Adam's brow furrowed in confusion. "What the fuck? That's it? No argument? No righteous indignation?"

Lucifer shrugged, wincing slightly at the movement. "Why would I? Clearly, our superiors in their infinite wisdom have decided we need a vacation. Who am I to argue?"

Adam's frown deepened. "This isn't a fucking vacation, Morningstar. It's a suspension. There will be an internal review of your actions tonight."

He turned, scanning the crowd until he spotted Anthony and Emily near one of the police cars. "Anthony! Emily!" he called out, waving them over.

The two junior agents exchanged worried glances before hurrying over. Anthony spoke first, his usual cocky demeanor tempered by concern. "What's going on, boss? Are you okay?"

Lucifer's grin widened. "Never better. In fact, we've just been given some excellent news." He paused for dramatic effect, enjoying the confused looks on his team's faces. "We've been awarded the privilege of not having to do any paperwork or dirty work for the next two weeks."

Emily's brow furrowed. "What do you mean?"

"He means we've been suspended," Vaggie interjected, her voice tight with frustration. "For two weeks, starting now."

Anthony's jaw dropped. "Suspended? But we just solved the case! We caught the killer!"

Lucifer clapped his hands together, the sound sharp in the night air. "Exactly! And now, we get to celebrate our success without the burden of actually having to do any follow-up work. So, Vaggie and I are heading to the pub. Care to join us?"

Anthony blinked, caught off guard by Lucifer's nonchalant attitude. A slow grin spread across his face as he caught on to his boss's rebellious spirit. "Hell yeah, I'm in," he said, his voice filled with his usual bravado. "First rounds on you, right, boss?"

Emily looked uncertain, her eyes darting between Lucifer and Adam. "I... I don't know if that's a good idea. Shouldn't we stay and help with the investigation?"

Lucifer's expression softened as he looked at the young agent. "Em there's a time for duty and a time for rebellion. Right now, we've been officially told to step back. So that's exactly what we're going to do. Besides," he added with a wink, "I think you could use a drink after everything that's happened tonight."

Adam, who had been watching this exchange with growing frustration, finally spoke up. "You can't just walk away from an active crime scene, Morningstar. There are protocols to follow, reports to file-"

Lucifer spun to face Adam, his eyes glinting with a dangerous light. "Oh, but I can, Adam. You see, that lovely piece of paper you just handed me says that my team is suspended from active duty as of right now. So, technically speaking, this is no longer our crime scene." He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a stage whisper. "It's all yours now. Good luck with the paperwork."

Adam's face flushed with anger. "This is completely unprofessional! I'll be adding this to my report-"

"By all means," Lucifer interrupted, his tone maddeningly cheerful. "I'm sure it will make for riveting reading. Now, if you'll excuse us, we have a date with several pints of beer"

Adam stood rooted to the spot, watching in disbelief as Lucifer and his team strolled away from the crime scene. "This son of a bitch will pay for everything someday."

***

The warm glow of the pub's fires comfortably enveloped Lucifer and his team as they settled around a cozy table. The rich scent of polished wood and hearty pub fare filled the air, creating a atmosphere of comfort that sharply contrasted with the tense crime scene they had left behind. Lucifer leaned back in his seat, wincing slightly from the pain in his bruised ribs.

As they sipped their drinks, a comfortable silence fell over the group. It was Vaggie who broke it first. "So, what do you think will happen during the review of our suspension?"

Lucifer swirled the liquid in his glass, pondering the question. "It's hard to say. Adam took this on for us, that's for sure. But we cracked this case, and, if I may say so, rather impressively."

As the night wore on, their glasses were refilled and the conversation flowed as freely as the alcohol. Vaggie, whose stern demeanor had softened after a few rounds, was the center of attention, regaling them with a particularly amusing story. Her hands moved animatedly and her eyes sparkled with delight as she enthusiastically shared the funny tale.

Lucifer relaxed, genuinely enjoying the company of his team outside of work, feeling that special atmosphere of camaraderie and trust being created. Their casual laughter and chatter seemed to fill the space, creating a cozy ambiance.

Suddenly, a lull fell over the conversation.

It was during this quiet moment that Vaggie suddenly grew serious. She purposefully set down her glass, her fingers tracing the condensation on its surface. "I... there's something I want to share with all of you," she said in an uncharacteristically hesitant voice.

The change in Vaggie’s tone immediately drew everyone's attention. Lucifer leaned forward, his brow slightly furrowed with concern. Anthony and Emily quickly glanced at each other before focusing on Vaggie.

Vaggie took a deep breath, her shoulders rising and falling with the motion. She looked up, meeting each of their gazes in turn before speaking. "I'm not sure, but I... I think I'm going to propose to Charlie," she blurted out, the words tumbling from her lips as if she feared losing her nerve.

For a moment, silence reigned at the table. The trio blinked, processing the information. Then, as if a switch had been flipped, the table erupted in excited chatter.

Emily's face lit up, her eyes widening with delight. "That's fantastic! I'm so happy for you, Vaggie, this is incredible!" she exclaimed, reaching across the table to take Vaggie’s hand.

Anthony, grinning widely, leaned in to give Vaggie a congratulatory pat on the shoulder. The motion was a bit too enthusiastic, and he nearly lost his balance. "Well, it's about damn time," he said, his words slightly slurred but filled with genuine happiness.

Vaggie’s expression softened, relief and joy mingling in her features. She raised her glass, a gentle grateful smile playing on her lips as she met Lucifer's gaze. "This is wonderful news, Charlie is such a lucky woman."

Vaggie blushed, looking both flustered and pleased with the enthusiastic response from her friends. "Thank you all. I love her. I want to spend the rest of my life with her."

"Aw, look at our tough Vaggie getting all soft on us," Anthony teased, but his smile was sincere.

Vaggie smiled, her cheeks flushing. "I... I'm really nervous as hell about this, to be honest."

"Don't be," Lucifer assured her. "Charlie adores you. I've never seen two people more perfectly suited for each other."

Emily nodded enthusiastically. "He's right, Vaggie. You two are just perfect together."

From there, the conversation flowed naturally, the team showering Vaggie with questions about her proposal plans. Emily was particularly excited, offering suggestions for romantic locations and helping Vaggie brainstorm ideas. Anthony, in his typical fashion, proposed increasingly extravagant proposal scenarios, each one more amusing than the last, eliciting bursts of laughter from the group.

As the night wore on and the alcohol continued to flow, the conversation shifted to other topics. They reminisced about past cases, shared funny personal stories, and even engaged in lively debates.

It was during one particularly animated discussion that Lucifer's phone buzzed with a message. He glanced at the screen, a slight smile playing on his lips as he read the text.

Anthony, ever observant despite his state of inebriation, noticed the change in Lucifer's expression. "Whoa, what's that?" he asked, leaning across the table in an attempt to peek at Lucifer's phone. "Who's writing to you at this hour?"

Lucifer smoothly tucked his phone back into his pocket, raising an eyebrow at Anthony. "None of your business, my friend," he said in a light but firm tone.

Anthony's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Oh, come on, boss! Is it Alastor? Is it Alastor, isn't it?" He suggestively waggled his eyebrows. "You gotta tell us what's going on between you two!"

Emily groaned, shaking her head. "Here we go again," she muttered, taking a large sip of her drink.

Anthony was undeterred. "Hey, I'm just saying what we're all thinking!"

Vaggie reached out, tugging on Anthony's sleeve. "Anthony," she warned in a low voice.

"Oh, don't tell me you're not curious too, Vags!" Anthony protested, his words slightly slurred. "Come on, boss, toss us a bone here! We're your team! We deserve to know these things!"

Lucifer sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He knew Anthony well enough to know that he wouldn't let this go easily, especially after a few drinks. "Alright, alright," he conceded, raising a hand to stem the tide of questions he could see building in Anthony's eager expression. "You get three questions. Choose them wisely."

Anthony's face lit up, positively gleaming with delight. He eagerly rubbed his hands together, clearly savoring this unexpected opportunity. "Okay, okay, let me think," he said, furrowing his brow in exaggerated concentration. "First question: what's Alastor like in a relationship? I mean, he's always so put-together and cold. Does he change when it's just the two of you?"

Lucifer chuckled, shaking his head slightly. "Alastor... is complex," he began, carefully selecting his words. "He's still very much himself - witty, sharp, always ready with a clever remark. But he has a softer side that not many get to see. He can be remarkably thoughtful and attentive."

Anthony nodded, clearly filing this information away for future use. "It's strange to hear he can be kind actually," he mused. "Okay, second question: where do you usually stay? At your place or his? Are you living together now?"

Lucifer raised a brow at the directness of the question, but answered nonetheless. "We've been splitting our time fairly evenly between both places. Alastor's apartment has a lovely view of the city, but my place is closer to work. It's a practical arrangement."

Anthony leaned forward, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Alright, last question," he said, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Who's the top?"

Lucifer, who had just taken a sip of his beer, slightly choked on the liquid. He coughed, setting the glass down as he tried to compose himself. The rest of the team sat in stunned silence, glancing between Anthony and Lucifer.

"Anthony!" Vaggie exclaimed, her voice sharp with disapproval. She reached out, sharply shoving Anthony, nearly knocking him off his seat.

Anthony raised his hands in a gesture of mock surrender, though the grin never left his face. "What?" he asked, feigning innocence. "Don't tell me you're not curious. I mean, it's the boss and Alastor. They're both such... dominant personalities."

"You know, this has been bugging me for weeks," Anthony continued, warming to his topic. "I mean. How does that even work? Do you take turns? Is there a schedule? Coin flips?"

Lucifer, having finally stifled his coughing, cleared his throat, trying to regain some semblance of dignity. He could feel the heat in his cheeks and knew he was probably blushing furiously. "I... that's not... we don't..." he stammered, unusually flustered. The eloquence that had served him so well in the interrogation room seemed to have completely abandoned him.

Anthony's eyes widened as he noticed Lucifer's reddened face. A look of pure delight spread across his features, as if he had just solved a particularly challenging case. "Oh my god," he said, his voice a mixture of awe and excitement. "It's Alastor, isn't it? I fucking knew it!! And how is he in that role?"

 Emily felt the blush rising to her cheeks as she grabbed the glass. "That's the fourth question already."

Anthony crossed his arms, offended. "Stuffy," he complained.

Lucifer felt his face grow even hotter if that was possible. He buried his face in his hands, his fingers cooling against his burning cheeks. "Are you satisfied? Can we please change the subject now?" he muttered, his voice muffled by his palms.

Anthony leaned back in his chair, a satisfied grin on his face. "Absolutely," he said.

After a couple more bottles, when the conversation flowed more comfortably, Lucifer once again felt himself relax. He was grateful to Vaggie, who was now telling the group about Charlie, distracting Anthony from his line of questioning.

Lucifer, Anthony, and Emily's attention was suddenly drawn to something behind Vaggie. Approaching their table was a light-eyed, blonde woman with a gentle smile on her face.

Vaggie, oblivious to the newcomer, continued, "Charlie is just so charming, you know? The way her nose scrunches up when she laughs, and how she always tries to see the best in everyone..."

"Is that so, my angel?" Charlie's voice came from behind her, warm with affection.

Vaggie turned, her eyes lighting up. "Sweetheart! You're here!" She stood up, a bit unsteadily, and embraced Charli.

"Of course, someone has to drive you home," Charlie said sweetly as Vaggie leaned heavily on her.

Turning back to the rest of the group, Charlie's eyes swept over their inebriated states. "Does anyone else need a ride?" she offered.

Emily, quietly finishing her last drink, perked up at the offer. "If it's not too much trouble," she said, her words careful and measured, as if she was concentrating intently on each syllable. "I'm not quite sure I can make it home on my own right now."

"Of course, Em," Charlie replied warmly, smiling. "Not a problem at all."

Anthony waved off the offer, nearly knocking over his empty glass in the process. "Nah, I'm good. It's just a couple of blocks for me. I could use the fresh air."

"Are you sure?" Charlie asked, concern evident in her voice. "It's quite late, and you've had a few."

Anthony stood up, swaying slightly but managing to keep his balance. "Trust me, princess, I've made it home in worse shape than this. Besides," he added with a wink, "a little nighttime stroll might help me work off some of this beer."

Charlie didn't look entirely convinced, but she nodded. "If you're sure. Just... be careful, okay?"

"Always," Anthony replied with a smile that suggested the opposite was true.

Lucifer, who had been observing this exchange with amusement, suddenly straightened up, his eyes focused on something beyond their table. "Looks like my ride is here."

The group turned to follow his gaze. There, striding through the bar with an effortless elegance that seemed to contradict the raucous atmosphere, was Alastor. His dark hair, as always, was neatly styled, and his signature smile was firmly in place as he approached their table.

"Good evening, everyone," his eyes swept over the group, lingering momentarily on Lucifer's flushed face. "I hope you've all had an... interesting evening."

"Alastor!" Charlie exclaimed, her face lighting up. "What are you doing here?"

Alastor's smile widened as he took Charlie's hand, gently bowing to tenderly kiss her knuckles. "My dear Charlie, always a pleasure. I received a rather... intriguing message from our mutual friend," he said, casting a playful glance at Lucifer. "I thought perhaps my assistance might be needed to safely return him home."

Charlie smiled at Alastor, then turned to the group. "Alright, girls, let's go," she said, gently guiding Vaggie and Emily towards the door. Vaggie leaned heavily on Charlie, while Emily walked with exaggerated caution, clearly focused on each step.

Anthony pushed himself away from the table, stretching dramatically. "Well, folks, it's been great, but I think it's time for you all to call it a night. Don't want to keep you," he added, winking at Lucifer and Alastor.

Anthony made a mock salute, nearly poking himself in the eye in the process, then stumbled towards the exit. His path wasn't entirely straight, but he managed to make it to the door without incident.

Alastor turned his attention back to Lucifer. He extended a hand, an amused quirk to his ever-present smile. "Shall we, my dear?"

Lucifer reached for Alastor's hand, and a warmth spread through his chest that had nothing to do with the alcohol he had consumed. "Alastor, I'm so glad to see you," he said in a soft, sincere voice.

As Lucifer stood, the room seemed to tilt worryingly. He swayed, nearly losing his balance, but Alastor's hand was there in an instant, firmly grasping his waist to steady him.

"Whoa there, darling," Alastor said, a mix of amusement and concern in his voice. "Careful now, we wouldn't want to ruin that handsome face of yours, would we?" His eyes moved to Lucifer's nose, noting the slight swelling and discoloration. "Though it seems someone's already attempted a bit of rhinoplasty."

Lucifer blinked, processing Alastor's words through the alcohol haze. "You think I'm handsome?" he asked, a crooked smile spreading across his face.

Alastor rolled his eyes, but there was tenderness in his expression. "I think you're trouble, is what I think. Let's get you home."

They exited the bar, Alastor's arm firmly supporting Lucifer. The cool night air was a shock to Lucifer's system after the warmth of the pub, and he found himself leaning more heavily on Alastor.

Alastor guided Lucifer to his car, waving open the passenger door. "Your chariot awaits."

Lucifer snorted at the theatricality but allowed Alastor to help him into the seat.

"You know," he said as Alastor settled into the driver's seat, "I was telling my friends about you."

Alastor paused, starting the car, and raised a curious brow. "Oh? I hope only good things."

Lucifer nodded enthusiastically, then immediately regretted the movement as the world spun. "Oh, yes. I told them how thoughtful you are, and about your lovely eyes and smile."

"Well, that's very flattering," Alastor replied, a hint of genuine satisfaction in his voice.

But Lucifer wasn't done. "I also mentioned that you can be a bit boring sometimes, and that you were a terrible kisser at first."

The car, which had just started moving, came to an abrupt stop. Alastor turned and stared at Lucifer. "I beg your pardon?"

Oblivious to the danger, Lucifer continued. "Oh, yes. I remembered our first kiss, during that covert mission. When you shoved me against the wall to distract the guards. It was kind of hot, you know? But I remember thinking, 'Wow, he's so handsome and such a bad kisser.' But don't worry!" he added hastily, patting Alastor's arm. "Your skills have improved immensely since then."

For a moment, Alastor sat in stunned silence. Then he slowly shook his head, and a helpless laugh escaped him.

Realizing what he had said, Lucifer covered his mouth with his hand and spoke softly, "Oh God, perhaps I shouldn't have shared that with you."

"My dear detective, I may have to do something about that loose tongue of yours when we get home," Alastor said in a low, promising tone.

Lucifer's eyes lit up. "Promise?" he asked, his voice dropping to what he likely intended to be a seductive whisper, though it came out more as a stage-like murmur.

Alastor just rolled his eyes, putting the car back in motion. "Let's just get you home in one piece, shall we?"

The rest of the drive passed in relative silence, punctuated only by the occasional murmur from Lucifer about the passing scenery and Alastor's soft humming in acknowledgment. When they pulled up to Lucifer's apartment building, Lucifer was nearly dozing, his head resting against the window.

Alastor parked the car and turned to his inebriated companion. "Alright, Lucifer. Think you can manage on your own?"

Lucifer, roused from his light slumber, blinked awake. He fumbled with the seatbelt, seemingly unable to locate the buckle. "Of course I can," he declared, though his actions belied his words. "I'm perfectly capable of... of..." He trailed off, frowning in frustration at the stubborn seatbelt.

Alastor watched the display for a moment before sighing. "I see. Looks like I'll have to lend you a hand after all." He exited the car, went around to Lucifer's side, and attempted to help.

"No, don't touch me, I can do it," Lucifer waved him away.

Alastor raised his hands in surrender, an amused smile playing on his lips. "As you wish."

Finally freed from the seatbelt, Lucifer pushed the car door open and tried to exit. Or rather, he tried. Lucifer stumbled, falling against Alastor's chest with a soft "oof."

"Pardon me," Lucifer murmured into Alastor's shirt. "The ground seems quite unsteady tonight."

Alastor chuckled, wrapping his arms around Lucifer to keep him upright. "Indeed. How inconsiderate of the earth to move so unpredictably." He observed, "Oh dear, come here." In one fluid motion, he bent down and scooped Lucifer up, tossing him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"Hey!" Lucifer protested; his voice muffled against Alastor. "Put me down! This is undignified!"

"Oh, of course," Alastor cheerfully agreed, making no move to comply. "Because stumbling about like a newborn fawn is the very picture of dignity."

Lucifer grumbled, but stopped struggling, seemingly resigning himself to his fate. As Alastor carried Lucifer towards the building, the detective was captivated by the sight of Alastor's broad, strong back.

"You know, Alastor," Lucifer murmured, his voice low, "your back has a certain... elegance to it. The way the muscles move beneath your shirt, it's quite mesmerizing."

Alastor glanced back, a playful sparkle in his eyes. "My, my, Lucifer. You had such an eye for anatomy."

Lucifer felt a light heat rise to his cheeks. "Well, one can't help but notice the little details when you're so... intimately familiar with them."

When they approached the building's entrance, Alastor stopped. "Where are your keys, dear?"

A moment of silence fell before Lucifer's muffled voice was heard again. "Keys?"

"Yes, keys," Alastor repeated patiently.

"Oh, right," Lucifer said, as if just remembering what keys were. "They should be in the back pocket."

Alastor gently pushed Lucifer, reaching for the indicated pocket. After a moment of searching, his hand emerged victorious, a keychain dangling from his fingers. "Ah, here we are."

The keys jingled as Alastor finally managed to unlock the door to Lucifer's house. With a triumphant "Aha!" he pushed the door open, still balancing the semi-conscious Lucifer over his shoulder.

"Finally," Alastor announced, his voice tinged with both playfulness and strain. "Now let's go to bed, my dear."

Lucifer mumbled something unintelligible into Alastor's back, his words muffled by the fabric of Alastor's shirt.

Alastor chuckled, the sound vibrating through his body and, as a result, through Lucifer. "I'll take that as a 'thank you, Alastor, for being so wonderful and patient,'" Alastor said, kicking the door closed behind them.

He navigated the familiar layout of Lucifer's house with ease, despite the added complexity of carrying an adult man. The living room was bathed in the soft glow of city lights filtering through the large windows, casting long shadows on the floor.

When they reached the bedroom, Alastor paused for a moment, considering the best way to deposit his cargo onto the bed. With a mental shrug, he decided on a straightforward approach. In one smooth motion, he leaned forward and allowed Lucifer to slide off his shoulder and onto the mattress.

Lucifer landed with a soft "oof," bouncing slightly on the plush surface. For a moment, he lay there, blinking up at the ceiling owlishly, as if trying to comprehend how he had suddenly been teleported from Alastor's shoulder to his bed. Then his eyes focused on Alastor, and a mischievous smile spread across his face.

Before Alastor could react, Lucifer's hand lashed out, grabbing Alastor's shirt collar and pulling him down. Alastor, taken by surprise, stumbled forward, bracing his hands on either side of Lucifer's head.

"Well, hello," Lucifer purred, his words still slightly slurred, but his eyes shining with determination. "I have an idea that's much better than sleep."

Alastor raised an eyebrow, a mix of amusement and exasperation crossing his face. "Oh no, no, no," he said, shaking his head. "I don't sleep with drunk people, dear. Even if they're as charming as you."

Lucifer loosened his grip on Alastor's collar, and he let out a sharp sigh. "As I've said before, you can be so boring sometimes," he grumbled, but there was no real heat in his words.

Alastor straightened up, smoothing the wrinkles in his shirt. "Well, someone has to be the adult in this relationship," he said in a light, teasing tone.

"I'm older than you!" Lucifer protested, propping himself up on his elbow.

Alastor paused, reaching for Lucifer's shoes. He looked up, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Are you sure about that?" he asked, his voice laced with feigned innocence.

Lucifer opened his mouth to respond, then closed it again, his brow furrowing in concentration.

As Alastor leaned in to untie the laces, he felt Lucifer's hands suddenly bury themselves in his hair. He froze, surprised by the unexpected touch.

"Your hair is beautiful," Lucifer murmured, running his fingers through Alastor's locks with a look of wonder. "It's so... soft and fluffy."

For a moment, Alastor was caught between amusement and irritation. Finally, he carefully extricated himself from Lucifer's hands. "Hands up," he commanded in a firm yet gentle tone.

This brought a spark to Lucifer's eyes. "Oh, do you want to play the bad cop with me?" he asked.

"Lucifer!" Alastor exclaimed, unable to hold back a laugh. "Hands up, I said."

With an exaggerated sigh, Lucifer complied, raising his hands above his head. Alastor seized the opportunity to quickly divest Lucifer of his shirt, tossing it aside.

"There," Alastor said, satisfaction in his voice. "Now, time for sleep."

But when he turned to leave, Lucifer's hand shot out again, this time grasping Alastor's wrist. Alastor looked back, ready to repeat his previous refusal, but the words died on his lips as he saw the expression on Lucifer's face.

The playful look had vanished, replaced by a vulnerability that Alastor rarely saw on his partner's features. Lucifer's eyes were wide and pleading, his grip on Alastor's wrist gentle but insistent.

"Stay," Lucifer said softly. "Please."

Alastor felt something tighten in his chest at the request. His gaze instantly softened.

"Of course, my dear," he said, his voice gentle. "I'll stay."

Relief washed over Lucifer's face, and he scooted over on the bed, making room for Alastor. Alastor quickly shrugged off his jacket and shoes before settling in next to Lucifer.

As soon as Alastor was situated, Lucifer curled up to him, resting his head on Alastor's chest. Alastor's arm automatically rose, wrapping around Lucifer's shoulders and pulling him closer.

They lay in comfortable silence for a while, their synchronized breathing the only sound in the room. Alastor's fingers found their way into Lucifer's hair, gently combing through the soft golden strands. At the touch, Lucifer let out a contented rumble, snuggling closer.

"You know," Lucifer murmured after a while, his voice muffled against Alastor's chest, "you're not boring at all. You're... you're amazing."

Alastor felt warmth bloom in his chest at the words. He couldn't suppress the gentle smile that tugged at his lips.

"And yet I 'kiss badly,'" he teased lightly, unable to resist a reference to Lucifer's previous confession.

Lucifer lifted his head, frowning at Alastor. "I told you, your skills have improved immensely," he insisted. Then his brow furrowed as a thought seemed to occur to him. "After all, you had a great teacher."

Alastor couldn't help but laugh at the look of dismay on Lucifer's face. "You are quite the confident one, dear."

Lucifer groaned, burying his face in Alastor's chest. "I'm never drinking again," he declared in a muffled voice.

"I'll be sure to remind you of that the next time you suggest a night of indulgence," Alastor said dryly.

They fell silent again, Alastor's fingers resuming their gentle ministrations in Lucifer's hair. Just as Alastor thought Lucifer might have fallen asleep, he heard a soft whisper.

"I love you."

The words were so quiet that for a moment, Alastor wasn't sure if he had imagined them. He looked at Lucifer, but the other man's face was still hidden against his chest.

Alastor felt his heart beat faster. Lucifer had said those words before, but they were rare enough to catch him off guard. Especially in these moments, quiet and fearless.

"Goodnight, my dear," Alastor replied softly.

Chapter Text

Soft morning light seeped through the curtains, casting a warm glow on Lucifer's bedroom. The detective lay sprawled on the bed, one arm dangling off the edge, his golden hair tousled on the pillow. The peaceful silence was suddenly shattered by a cheerful voice.

"Rise and shine, Morningstar!" Alastor's voice rang out, too loud and too sharp for Lucifer's liking.

Lucifer groaned, burying his face deeper into the pillow. "Go away," he mumbled in a muffled voice. "Let me sleep."

Alastor chuckled, and the sound crackled in Lucifer's sensitive ears. "Now, now, my dear. It's time to face the day!"

In response, Lucifer grabbed the blanket and pulled it over his head, creating a cocoon of darkness. "Five more minutes," he pleaded, barely audible under the layers of fabric.

Alastor stood at the foot of the bed, arms crossed, an amused smile playing on his lips. "I'm afraid I can't allow that, dear. You see, I have a busy day ahead, and I can't in good conscience leave you here to wallow in your misery."

When the Lucifer-shaped lump on the bed didn't respond, Alastor's smile widened further. "Very well," he said, with a note of mischief in his voice. "If you won't get up voluntarily, I'm afraid I'll have to resort to... alternative methods."

Before Lucifer could heed the warning, he felt a firm grip on his ankle. With one quick motion, Alastor yanked Lucifer out of bed.

Lucifer hit the floor with a resounding thud, a tangle of limbs and blankets. "Ow!" he yelped, more from surprise than pain. He sat up, rubbing his hip where it had connected with the hardwood floor. "What the hell, Alastor?"

Alastor stood over him, looking far too pleased with himself. "I did warn you, my dear," he said, extending a hand to help Lucifer up.

Grumbling under his breath, Lucifer accepted the offered hand. As he stood, a wave of dizziness washed over him, and he stumbled slightly. "Oh god," he groaned, pressing a hand to his forehead. "I feel like I've been dragged back from the dead."

Alastor's expression softened slightly. He guided Lucifer to sit on the edge of the bed, then went to the nightstand. "Here," he said, returning with a glass of water and a small white pill. "This should help."

Lucifer gratefully accepted both, swallowing the pill and drinking the water. Meanwhile, Alastor sat in the chair opposite, crossing his legs, and folding his hands on his knee.

The detective narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "What's going on?" he asked, a note of trepidation in his voice.

Alastor's smile widened, showing just a hint of teeth. "Oh, nothing much," he said in a tone too innocent to be believed. "I was just thinking about our... interesting conversation last night."

Lucifer felt a chill run down his spine. "Oh no," he whispered, memories of the previous night flooding back in snippets.

"Oh yes," Alastor confirmed, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

Lucifer groaned, burying his face in his hands. "No, no, no," he muttered. "What did I say?"

Alastor leaned forward, clearly relishing the moment. "Well, my dear, you were very... talkative last night. Shall we start with your assessment of my kissing skills?"

Lucifer's head shot up, his eyes wide with horror. "Oh god, no," he breathed.

"Oh yes," Alastor repeated, his grin impossibly wide. "I believe your exact words were: 'Wow, he's so handsome and such a bad kisser.'"

Lucifer felt his face burning with embarrassment. He flopped back onto the bed, grabbing a pillow and pressing it to his face. "Please tell me you're joking," he said, his voice muffled.

Alastor chuckled, sounding both amused and a little sadistic. "I'm afraid not, my dear."

Lucifer groaned again, the sound of pure mortification. He removed the pillow from his face, looking at Alastor with a mix of embarrassment and hope. "You're not... angry?"

Alastor's expression softened slightly. He rose from the chair and sat on the bed next to Lucifer. "Angry? No, my dear," he said, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from Lucifer's forehead. "Amused? Absolutely. Planning to use this as leverage in the foreseeable future? Certainly."

Lucifer swallowed hard, both at the gentle touch and the implications of Alastor's words. "I'm never drinking again," he declared solemnly.

"So you said last night," Alastor reminded him, smirking. His hand moved to Lucifer's cheek, thumb tracing the line of his jaw. Then, without warning, he pinched Lucifer's cheeks, making his lips pucker. "But don't think you're off the hook just yet, my disheveled detective. You'll pay for your indiscretion later."

Lucifer's eyes widened, and he felt his pulse quicken sharply. He managed a small nod, but Alastor's grip on his face held firm.

Satisfied, Alastor released him and stood up. "Now then," he said, his tone shifting to something more businesslike. "Don't you need to be at the precinct?"

The abrupt change of subject threw Lucifer for a moment. Then the reality of his situation came rushing back. "Aghh," he groaned, flopping back onto the bed. "I'm suspended, remember? Adam's probably assembling a review board as we speak. I'll be lucky if I still have a job by the end of the week."

Alastor hummed thoughtfully. "Well, you know what they say. When one door closes..."

Lucifer propped himself up on his elbows, raising an eyebrow at Alastor. "Another one opens?" he finished skeptically.

"No," Alastor replied, grinning. "You pick the lock."

Despite himself, Lucifer felt a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I don't think that's quite how the saying goes."

***

The drive to the precinct felt both endless and far too short. It seemed every traffic light was red, giving Lucifer more time to stew in his anxieties. But when he finally pulled into the parking lot at the station, he found himself wishing for a few more minutes of solitude.

Eventually, Lucifer got out of the car and headed towards the building. He nodded briefly to the officers he passed, noticing the quiet whispers and sidelong glances that followed him. News traveled fast in the department, and it was clear that word of his predicament had already spread.

As he approached Sera's office, Lucifer's steps slowed. Through the glass walls, he could see the room was already occupied. His team - Emily, Anthony, and Vaggie - sat to one side, concern etched on their faces. On the other side, wearing self-satisfied expressions, sat Adam and Lute. In the center, behind her imposing desk, sat Sera herself, her face an unreadable mask.

Lucifer took a deep breath, squared his shoulders, and pushed open the door.

"What's going on here?" he asked, more confidence in his voice than he felt.

Sera looked up, her expression grave. "Detective, please come in. We were just finishing up."

Lucifer stepped inside, acutely aware of the eyes on him. His team looked at him with a mixture of concern and support, while Adam and Lute seemed to be savoring every moment of his discomfort.

"Before we begin," Sera continued, "I need to ask everyone to leave the office. This is a matter between me and Detective Morningstar."

Adam leaned forward; his eyes gleaming. "With all due respect, I believe I have a right to hear this."

Sera's gaze hardened. "That wasn't a request, Detective. Please leave."

For a moment, it seemed Adam might argue further. But after a tense silence, he stood, motioning for Lute to follow. As they passed Lucifer, Adam paused.

"I told you this would catch up with you eventually," he murmured, just loud enough for Lucifer to hear.

Lucifer clenched his fists, fighting the urge to respond. He watched as his team filed out, each offering him a supportive nod as they passed.

When the room was clear, Sera gestured to the chair opposite her. "Sit down, Detective."

"I'd rather stand, if it's all the same to you," Lucifer replied, his voice tense.

Sera sighed. "Very well. Let's get to the point, shall we?"

She pulled a file from her desk drawer and opened it in front of her. "Adam has filed a formal complaint against you with the department. He alleges that you repeatedly refused to follow orders during your last case, which he believes led to the obstruction of the investigation."

Lucifer felt his blood begin to boil. "That's ridiculous! We solved the case, didn't we?"

"You did," Sera acknowledged, "but at what cost? The missing woman you were looking for ended up dead. Adam claims that if you had followed his lead, you might have found her in time."

The accusation hit Lucifer like a physical blow. "You can't seriously believe that" he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Sera's expression softened slightly. "What I believe isn't the issue here, Lucifer. The fact is a formal complaint has been filed."

Lucifer ran a hand through his hair, frustration mounting. "So what happens now?"

"There will be a hearing before the review board in three days," Sera explained. "Until then, I'm afraid I'll have to ask for your gun and badge."

Lucifer felt anger flare within him, threatening to overwhelm his carefully maintained composure. "What kind of circus is this?" he exclaimed, slamming his hand down on the desk. The sharp crack echoed through the office, causing Sera to flinch slightly. "We're talking about my career here. You can't just throw that away over some baseless accusations!"

Sera's expression hardened, her patience clearly wearing thin. "Don't make this harder than it needs to be," she warned, her voice taking on an edge that brooked no argument. "Don't make me call security. None of us want this to end that way."

For a long moment, Lucifer stood frozen, a war raging within him. Part of him wanted to fight, to make his case right here and now. But another part, the part that recognized the futility of the situation, won out.

"Fine," he spat, pulling his gun from its holster and his badge from his belt. He slammed them down on Sera's desk, the sound echoing in the tense silence of the office.

Without another word, Lucifer spun on his heel and stormed out, the door slamming behind him with enough force to make the glass rattle.

In the bullpen, heads turned at the commotion. Lucifer's team rose from their seats, concern etched on their faces, but he brushed past them without a word. His vision had narrowed to a single point: Adam, standing by the water cooler with a self-satisfied smirk.

As Lucifer approached, Lute stepped between them. "Oh, you're hiding behind your protégé now?" Lucifer sneered.

Adam gently moved Lute aside, his smirk growing wider. "How's it going, Lucifer? Looking for a new job already?"

The taunt was the final straw. Before he could think, before anyone could intervene, Lucifer's fist connected with Adam's jaw. The impact sent pain shooting through Lucifer's hand, but the satisfaction of seeing Adam stagger backward, shock replacing his smug expression, was worth it.

Silence fell over the precinct, all eyes glued to the scene unfolding before them. Adam straightened up, rubbing his jaw, a mixture of shock and anger in his eyes.

"You're finished, Lucifer," he spat. "You hear me? This is the end of your career!" But Lucifer was already walking away, his head held high and proud.

***

The sun had long since set, bathing Alastor's office in the warm glow of artificial light. The clock on the wall ticked steadily, a constant reminder of the hours that had passed since morning. Alastor sat at his desk, surrounded by stacks of papers and open files.

He glanced at his phone for what felt like the hundredth time that day. The screen remained stubbornly blank, no missed calls or messages from Lucifer.

With a heavy sigh, Alastor set aside the document he'd been pretending to read for the past hour. "This is ridiculous," he muttered to himself, reaching for his phone. He pulled up Lucifer's contact and hit the call button, holding his breath as the phone rang.

One ring. Two rings. Three.

"Come on, Lucifer, pick up," Alastor whispered, his free hand drumming an anxious rhythm on his desk.

The call went to voicemail. Alastor ended it without leaving a message, knowing that if Lucifer was deliberately avoiding his calls, a voicemail wouldn't make a difference.

He leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair. The anxiety that had been simmering all day now threatened to boil over. It wasn't like Lucifer to go completely off the grid, especially after what was potentially a difficult day at work.

Making a decision, Alastor stood and began gathering his things. He pressed the intercom button on his desk phone.

"Darling," he said, forced lightness in his voice, "I'm heading out early today. If anything urgent comes up, please reschedule for tomorrow. I have a... personal matter to attend to."

Without waiting for a response, Alastor grabbed his coat and headed for the door.

Alastor's worry intensified. He knew Lucifer well enough to know that when things went badly, the detective had a tendency to isolate himself, retreating into his own world of self-recrimination and brooding contemplation.

As he pulled up to Lucifer's building, Alastor felt a slight relief at seeing the detective's car parked in its usual spot. At least he knew where Lucifer was now.

He hurried to the front door and rang the bell, holding his breath as he waited for a response. Seconds ticked by, stretching into a minute, then two. Alastor rang again, more insistently this time.

Still nothing.

Alastor stepped back, looking up at the darkened windows of Lucifer's apartment. He saw no movement, no signs of life, but Lucifer's car was here. He had to be home.

Alastor reached into his pocket and pulled out the spare key Lucifer had given him a month ago. He'd never used it before, always respecting the detective's privacy.

The lock turned smoothly, and Alastor stepped into the dark apartment. The silence was oppressive, broken only by the soft click of the door closing behind him.

"Lucifer?" Alastor called softly, not wanting to startle him if he was asleep. But there was no response.

Alastor made his way through the familiar layout of the apartment, turning on lights as he went. The living room was empty, as was the kitchen. A half-empty glass of what looked like whiskey sat on the coffee table, a silent testament to Lucifer's state of mind.

As Alastor approached the bedroom, he noticed a faint light spilling out from under the door. His pulse quickened as he gently pushed the door open.

The bedroom was dimly lit by a single bedside lamp. At first glance, the room seemed empty, the bed a jumble of tangled sheets and blankets. But then Alastor's eyes caught sight of golden hair peeking out from beneath the comforter.

"Oh, detective," Alastor breathed, relief and concern mingling in his voice.

He quietly approached the bed, perching on the edge. The lump under the blankets didn't stir.

"I take it things didn't go according to plan today," Alastor said softly, reaching out to gently touch what he assumed was Lucifer's shoulder beneath the blanket.

A muffled voice emerged from the cocoon of bedding. "Leave me alone."

"I'm afraid I can't do that, my dear," he said in a gentle but firm voice. "Not when you're in this state."

There was no reaction from the blanket-covered form, just a slight shift as Lucifer burrowed deeper into his makeshift sanctuary.

Alastor sighed and made a decision. "Alright, if you won't come out, I'm coming in," he declared, kicking off his shoes and shrugging his jacket off his shoulders.

With gentle but insistent hands, Alastor began peeling back the layers of blankets. Lucifer put up a token resistance, but Alastor was determined. Finally, he managed to uncover Lucifer's face.

The sight made Alastor's breath catch. Lucifer's eyes were red and puffy, his hair a disheveled mess. Tear tracks stained his cheeks, and there was a look of utter defeat in his eyes.

"Oh, Luci," Alastor murmured, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from Lucifer's forehead. "What happened?"

Lucifer's gaze, unfocused and distant, slowly settled on Alastor's face. He blinked, as if only now noticing the other man's presence. When he spoke, his voice was hoarse and raw. "Nothing. Everything's fine. Just a bad day."

Alastor furrowed his brow in concern. He reached out, gently wiping away a tear from Lucifer's cheek with his thumb. The gentle gesture seemed to break something in Lucifer, and fresh tears welled up in his eyes. He quickly turned his face away, burying it in the pillow.

"Detective," Alastor began, but Lucifer cut him off with a muffled grumble

"Don't call me that," he mumbled barely audibly into the pillow.

"Lucifer. Talk to me."

Lucifer remained silent, his body tensing under Alastor's touch. It was clear he was struggling, fighting between the desire to open up and the desire to keep his pain locked away.

Alastor sighed quietly, his hand still resting on Lucifer's shoulder. "Alright, if you don't want to talk, then you don't have to." He began to rise, his weight shifting off the bed. "I'll let you continue to suffer alone if that's what you really want."

As Alastor started to move away, Lucifer's hand shot out from under the blanket, grabbing Alastor's wrist. His voice was barely above a whisper, cracking with emotion. "Everything's ruined," he mumbled hoarsely. "My career, my reputation... it's all gone."

Alastor's hand reached for Lucifer's cheek, his thumb gently wiping away a stray tear. "Tell me everything that happened," he quietly requested.

For a moment, Lucifer fell silent, and Alastor feared he might retreat back into his cocoon of suffering. But then, with a shudder, Lucifer began to speak.

"Adam filed an official complaint against me," Lucifer explained, his voice growing stronger as anger began to replace despair. "Claimed that woman died because of me." He shook his head in disbelief. "Can you believe it? We solved the damn case, but apparently that doesn't matter."

Alastor listened attentively, his thumb tracing soothing circles on the back of Lucifer's hand. "What did Sera say?"

Lucifer's face contorted with frustration and pain. "Sera said there would be a hearing in three days." He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. "But that's not even the worst part."

"Then," Lucifer continued, and a shade of his usual fire returned to his eyes, "I hit Adam. Right in the middle of the precinct."

Despite the seriousness of the situation, Alastor couldn't help but chuckle quietly. "I bet that felt good," he said with a hint of pride in his voice.

Lucifer's lips twisted into a slight satisfied smile. "It did," he admitted, and a shade of his usual mischievous glint returned to his eyes. "The look on his face..." He trailed off, chuckling softly.

Alastor grinned, glad to see a glimpse of Lucifer's usual spirit. "I can only imagine. I'm sure it was quite a spectacle."

As they shared a moment of amusement, Alastor's gaze flicked to Lucifer's phone on the bedside table. The screen was lighting up with a flurry of notifications, the device persistently buzzing every few seconds.

"Speaking of spectacles," Alastor said, nodding towards the phone, "it seems your team is quite concerned about you. Your phone's been lighting up like a Christmas tree since I arrived."

Lucifer's smile faded, replaced by a look of guilt and uncertainty. He glanced at the phone, then quickly averted his eyes, as if the sight of it pained him. "I know."

Alastor raised an eyebrow. "Are you planning to respond to them?"

Lucifer sighed heavily, sinking deeper into the mattress. "No," he said softly, shaking his head. "I can't... I can't face them right now. Not like this."

Alastor watched with growing concern as Lucifer retreated further into his cocoon of misery.

"Oh no, you don't," Alastor said firmly, grabbing the edge of the blanket before Lucifer could completely disappear beneath it. "You're not going to hide away again, my dear."

Lucifer made a noise of protest, weakly trying to tug the blanket back over his head, but Alastor was having none of it. With gentle but insistent hands, he peeled back the layers of fabric, revealing Lucifer's disheveled form once more.

"Lucifer," Alastor said softly, his voice taking on a tender quality that few ever got to hear. He reached out, cupping Lucifer's face in his hands, forcing the detective to meet his gaze. "Listen to me. You haven't let anyone down."

Lucifer's eyes, still red-rimmed from crying, searched Alastor's face, desperately seeking reassurance. "But my career-"

"Is not over," Alastor interrupted firmly. "This is a setback, yes, but it's not the end. You're brilliant, Lucifer. One of the best I've ever known. And I've known quite a few in my line of work."

A ghost of a smile tugged at Lucifer's lips. "You're just saying that because you're sleeping with me."

Alastor chuckled, relieved to see a flicker of Lucifer's usual humor. "While that is a delightful perk, I assure you my assessment of your skills is entirely professional." His expression softened, and he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Lucifer's forehead.

"Will you stay?" Lucifer asked, barely above a whisper.

Sighing regretfully, Alastor shook his head. "I'm sorry, my dear," he said, genuine remorse coloring his tone. "I'm afraid some urgent matters have come up that require my attention."

Lucifer's face fell, disappointment etched in every line. He nodded, trying to hide the pain in his eyes, but Alastor saw it clearly.

"Hey," Alastor said softly, cupping Lucifer's cheek with his hand. "This doesn't mean I'm abandoning you. I just need to take care of a few things, and I'll be right back. You have my word."

Chapter Text

The tension in the air was palpable as Adam's fingers wrapped around the cold brass doorknob. Just as Adam was about to insert his key into the lock, Alastor struck. One hand clamped over Adam's mouth, while the other pressed a knife against his ribs.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" Alastor purred in a low, dangerous voice. He tightened his grip, leaning in just enough for Adam to feel the sharpness of the blade pressing so easily against his side. "I think it's time we had a little chat, don't you?"

"Now, now," Alastor continued in a conversational tone, despite the threat inherent in his actions, "there's no need for alarm. We're just going to have a friendly conversation. Why don't you be a good detective and open the door for us? It would be impolite to continue this discussion out here."

Alastor slowly removed his hand from Adam's mouth, allowing him to lean forward and open the door.

Adam clenched his jaw. He hated this smug bastard. "What do you want, Alastor?" His voice was a quiet growl, but there was no fear in it.

"Open the door," Alastor said smoothly, his tone deceptively calm. "You're not foolish enough to make me repeat myself."

***

The fluorescent lights of the hearing room buzzed faintly overhead, casting a harsh glare on the assembled faces. Lucifer sat at the long table, his fingers idly twirling a pencil as he tried to maintain his composure. To his left, his lawyer nervously shuffled papers. At the other end of the room, Adam sat with a smug smile.

At the front of the room, five stern-faced individuals sat at an elevated table - the review board. Their expressions were unreadable as they listened to the testimony being given.

Lute stood at the podium, her voice even as she recounted the events. "Detective Morningstar consistently disregarded proper procedure," she stated. "His reckless actions not only jeopardized the investigation but could have directly led to the tragic outcome."

Lucifer clenched his jaw, his fingers tightening on the pencil until his knuckles turned white.

"Furthermore," Lute continued, a note of righteous indignation entering her voice, "Detective Morningstar's behavior after the incident was utterly unprofessional. In a shocking display of violence, he physically assaulted Detective Adam in the middle of the precinct, in full view of everyone."

A murmur rippled through the room. Lucifer's eyes darted to the review board, searching for any signs of sympathy, or understanding. He found none.

As Lute finished her testimony, Adam rose to speak. Lucifer's stomach churned as he watched his rival approach the podium with a perfectly crafted mask of concern on his face.

"Members of the board," Adam began, his voice dripping with false sincerity, "I take no pleasure in being here today. Lucifer Morningstar is a talented agent, but his reckless disregard for protocol and authority has become a problem for this department."

Lucifer's pencil snapped in his hand, the sharp crack drawing a few curious glances. He quickly dropped the fragments onto the table, trying to steady his breathing.

Adam continued his testimony, painting Lucifer as an uncontrollable loose cannon who posed a danger to himself and others. With each word, Lucifer felt the noose tightening around his neck.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, it was Lucifer's turn to speak. He approached the podium, acutely aware of every eye in the room on him.

"Members of the board," he began, his voice hoarse with emotion, "I stand before you today not to make excuses, but to ask for understanding. Yes, I broke protocol. But I did so because I believed it was the only way to save an innocent life."

He paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. "Every decision I made, every risk my team and I took, was aimed at achieving that goal. I may have made mistakes, but I acted in good faith, always striving to do what I believed was right."

As Lucifer spoke, he saw the board members exchanging glances. Were they moved by his words, or had they already made up their minds? He couldn't tell.

"As for the... incident with Detective Adam," Lucifer said, his voice dropping slightly, "I deeply regret my actions. It was a moment of weakness, born out of frustration and anger. I take full responsibility for my behavior, and I'm prepared to face the consequences."

With those words, Lucifer returned to his seat, feeling drained and uncertain. The rest of the hearing passed in a blur as closing statements were made and procedural matters were addressed.

Finally, the board members retired to deliberate. The minutes ticked by agonizingly slowly as Lucifer waited, his heart pounding in his chest.

When the board members finally returned, the tension in the room was palpable. The chairwoman of the board, a stern woman with steel-grey hair, cleared her throat.

"After careful consideration of all testimony and evidence presented, this board has reached a decision," she announced in a clear, authoritative voice. "Agent Lucifer Morningstar, in light of your repeated violations of departmental protocol, your insubordination, and your aggressive assault on a fellow officer, we have no choice but to recommend your immediate dismissal from your position as an FBI agent."

The words hit Lucifer like a physical blow. He sat in his chair, frozen, unable to process what he was hearing.

"Furthermore," the woman continued, each word another nail in the coffin of Lucifer's career, "given the severity of your actions, we recommend that you be barred from holding any law enforcement positions in the future. This decision is final and not open to discussion."

The room exploded into a cacophony of voices. Lucifer's lawyer was saying something, probably about an appeal, but Lucifer couldn't hear him over the ringing in his ears. His gaze settled on Adam, who was barely containing his victorious smile.

As the hearing ended, Lucifer found himself moving on autopilot, gathering his things and heading for the door. In the hallway, he nearly collided with Adam, who was waiting for him.

"Well, well," Adam smirked. "How the mighty have fallen. I told you your maverick ways would catch up with you eventually, Morningstar."

Before Lucifer could react, Alastor seemingly materialized from the shadows beside them and shoved Adam against the wall, forearm pressed against his throat. The movement was so quick and unexpected that it took everyone a moment to register what had happened.

"Alastor, no!" Lucifer exclaimed, snapping out of his stupor. "He's not worth it. You'll be arrested, he's still on active duty."

Alastor's eyes, usually warm and playful, now burned with cold fury. "Listen carefully, you sanctimonious prick," he hissed at Adam. "If I ever hear about you abusing this or causing any more trouble, I promise you'll regret it."

Adam's eyes narrowed as he stared defiantly at Alastor, despite the forearm pressed against his throat. "I think you've already figured out that threats don't work on me," he smirked, his voice strained but contemptuous. "Not then, when you broke into my home, and certainly not now."

Lucifer's eyes widened in shock. "What? Al, what did you..." He shook his head, trying to process this new information. "No, never mind. That's not important right now. Let him go."

Alastor tensed for a moment, his eyes blazing with barely restrained rage. But then he slowly released Adam and stepped back.

Adam adjusted his collar, a smug smile playing on his lips. "That's right, Alastor. Listen to Agent Morningstar. After all, he's the only one here with any sense of..." He trailed off, and his smile turned cruel. "Oh wait, I forgot. He's not an agent anymore, is he?"

Lucifer clenched his jaw, his hands balling into fists. Without a word, he turned on his heel and walked away, his footsteps echoing in the quiet corridor.

Alastor watched him for a moment, then shot Adam one last cold look. "You'll regret this," he said in a low, dangerous voice. Then he turned and rushed after Lucifer, catching up to him just as he reached the elevator.

Alastor grabbed Lucifer's wrist, stopping him. "Lucifer, wait..."

Lucifer yanked his hand away, turning to Alastor with fire in his eyes. "Let go of me," he snarled. "What the hell were you thinking, Al? Breaking into Adam's house? Threatening him in broad daylight? Do you have any idea what this means? You could have been arrested. I've lost my job, I don't want to lose..."

Alastor raised his hands in a placating gesture. "Lucifer, please. This isn't the place for this conversation. We need to..."

"No," Lucifer cut him off, raising his voice. "We need to talk about this now. You can't just..."

"Lucifer," Alastor said firmly, his eyes darting around the corridor where curious onlookers were starting to gather. "Not. Here." He reached out, gently but insistently taking Lucifer by the back. "Come on, let's go."

For a moment, it seemed like Lucifer might argue further. But then his shoulders slumped, the fight draining out of him. He allowed Alastor to guide him into the elevator, leaning heavily against the wall as the doors closed behind them.

The ride was quiet, tension hanging between them. As they exited into the lobby, they were met by a group of familiar faces - Lucifer's team, waiting anxiously by the entrance.

Emily spoke first, her voice thick with emotion. "Lucifer, we heard what happened. We're so sorry."

Anthony nodded, his usual jovial demeanor subdued. "It's not right, boss. We all know you did what you had to do."

Vaggie, typically stoic, looked on the verge of tears. "We're here for you. We'll file an appeal."

Lucifer's expression softened as he looked at his team - former team, he bitterly reminded himself. "Thank you," he said, his voice rough. "All of you. I... I appreciate your support, but nothing needs to be done. You're the best thing that's happened to me, and I don't want you risking yourselves for me."

Emily stepped forward, hugging Lucifer tightly. "This isn't over," she whispered fiercely. "We'll miss you."

"Oh, darling, we're not saying goodbye, you're not getting rid of me that easily."

As Emily stepped back, Anthony clapped Lucifer on the shoulder. "So when are we hitting the bar together?"

Vaggie just nodded, her eyes conveying what words couldn't.

Alastor watched the exchange with a mix of emotions playing across his face. Finally, he cleared his throat. "I hate to interrupt, but we really should go. The press will be here any minute."

As if on cue, raised voices and rapid footsteps could be heard from outside.

Lucifer's eyes widened. "Damn it," he muttered. He looked at his team one last time. "Thank you, truly. But he's right. We need to go."

With a final round of quick hugs and promises to stay in touch, Lucifer and Alastor made their way to the building's exit. As soon as the doors opened, they were assaulted by a wall of noise and flashing lights.

"Detective Morningstar! How do you respond to the board's decision?"

"Is it true that you assaulted a fellow officer?"

"Will you be appealing the ruling?"

"What are your plans now that you've been barred from law enforcement?"

The questions came rapid-fire, each one feeling like a physical blow to Lucifer. He stumbled, overwhelmed by the onslaught.

"No comment," Lucifer said firmly, his voice cutting through the cacophony.

The reporters pressed closer, microphones and cameras thrust into their faces. Lucifer lowered his head, allowing Alastor to guide him through the crowd. It seemed like an eternity had passed before they finally reached Alastor's car, parked by the curb.

Alastor opened the passenger door, practically shoving Lucifer inside before quickly circling the car to the driver's side. As soon as he got in, he locked the doors and started the engine, peeling away from the curb with screeching tires.

For several minutes, they drove in silence, the only audible sound being the muffled shouts of reporters fading in the distance. Lucifer stared out the window with a blank expression, while Alastor's knuckles were white on the steering wheel.

Alastor glanced at him for a moment, then sighed. "Lucifer, I know you're angry with me. And you have every right to be. But please, let me explain."

Lucifer looked up, meeting Alastor's eyes. The pain and betrayal in his gaze made Alastor's heart clench.

"Explain what exactly?" Lucifer asked in a low, controlled voice. "How you thought it would be a good idea to burst into Adam's house? How you threatened him in front of witnesses? How you potentially could have ruined your life?"

Alastor flinched at each accusation but didn't look away. "I was trying to protect you," he said quietly.

Lucifer laughed sharply. "Protect me? You should have been thinking about yourself and your life. I wouldn't have been able to get you out of jail a second time." Lucifer broke off, realizing what he had just said. Alastor's eyes flashed with anger.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

"Where are we going?"

Lucifer slumped in his seat, suddenly feeling exhausted. "Anywhere," he muttered. "Somewhere without journalists. Somewhere I can be alone."

After a few minutes of silence, Alastor spoke. "I know you said you want to be alone, but I think some food might do you good. How about we get a late lunch?"

Lucifer turned to him, frowning. "That's not exactly what I meant when I said 'alone,'" he pointed out.

Alastor chuckled softly. "Humor me, detective. You need to eat, and I promise I'll be as unobtrusive as possible. You can pretend I'm not even there if you like."

Twenty minutes later, they were sitting in a cozy booth at the back of a small diner off the beaten path. The place was nearly empty, with only a few patrons scattered around the room.

As they perused their menus, Lucifer noticed his thoughts drifting back to his dismissal. The weight of what had happened, of what he had lost, settled on his shoulders.

"You're brooding," Alastor observed, his voice cutting through Lucifer's thoughts.

Lucifer looked up, startled. "What? No, I'm not. I'm just... thinking."

Alastor's lips twisted into a knowing smile. "My dear detective, I can practically see the storm clouds gathering over your head. Care to share what's on your mind?"

Lucifer sighed, setting down his menu. "First of all, stop calling me 'detective.' Remember, I'm not one anymore? And secondly, I thought you said I could pretend you weren't here."

"Ah, but where's the fun in that?" Alastor replied, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Besides, just because you no longer have a shiny badge and gun doesn't mean you've stopped being a detective. It's who you are, Lucifer, not just what you do."

Lucifer opened his mouth to argue, but Alastor continued before he could speak. "And before you start wallowing in self-pity, let me remind you that there are other avenues for your talents. Private investigation, for instance. I daresay you'd excel in that field."

"Private investigation?" Lucifer repeated skeptically. "I don't know, Alastor. It's not the same."

"No, it's not," Alastor agreed. "But it could be better. Think about it - no bureaucratic red tape, no Cera breathing down your neck. You'd be free to pursue cases as you see fit, to really make a difference."

Lucifer leaned back in the booth, considering Alastor's words. The idea of private investigation hadn't occurred to him, but now that Alastor mentioned it, he could see the potential. No more bureaucratic red tape, no more compromising his methods to appease the higher-ups. He could pursue justice on his own terms.

"I... I'll think about it," Lucifer finally said, the corners of his mouth tugging into a slight smile. "You might be onto something there, Alastor."

As they finished eating, Lucifer finally broke the silence. "So where to now?" he asked, a hint of uncertainty in his voice. It was strange, not having a job to return to, no cases waiting on his desk.

"Why, my dear detective, that's entirely up to you. Where would you like to go?"

Lucifer thought for a moment. Part of him wanted to go somewhere, anywhere, to avoid the reality of what had happened. But another part, a larger part, craved comfort. "Home," he said finally. "I think I'd like to go home."

Alastor's smile widened. "Ah, excellent! Another opportunity to sear my retinas with the blindingly bright colors of your apartment. How delightful."

Lucifer rolled his eyes, but there was no real irritation behind it. "You know, if my decor offends you so much, you're not obligated to stay."

"Oh no, detective," Alastor chuckled, reaching across the table to pat Lucifer's hand. "I'm afraid you're stuck with me now."

They paid the bill and headed to Alastor's car. The drive to Lucifer's apartment was quiet, but it was a comfortable silence, each lost in their own thoughts.

As they entered Lucifer's apartment, Alastor dramatically covered his eyes. "Oh, the humanity! The sheer audacity of these white walls! How ever shall I survive?"

Lucifer couldn't hold back his laughter. "You're too dramatic, you know that?"

"I prefer the term 'charmingly eccentric,' thank you very much," Alastor replied.

Lucifer shook his head, amused despite himself. He walked over to the couch and sank down onto it, suddenly feeling the weight of the day's events. Alastor followed, sitting next to him and gently pulling Lucifer until the former detective was lying with his head on Alastor's chest.

For a long time, they just stayed like that, Alastor's hand soothingly running up and down Lucifer's back. Lucifer closed his eyes, focusing on the steady thump of Alastor's heart beneath his ear.

"You know," Lucifer murmured after a while, "you said earlier that you were uncomfortable coming here all the time."

Alastor's hand paused for a moment in its rhythmic motion before continuing. "Did I? I don't recall saying that exactly."

Lucifer propped himself up on his elbows, looking at Alastor. "Well, you implied it. With all your complaints about my decor 'searing' your retinas."

"Ah," said Alastor, a slight smile playing on his lips. "And what conclusion did you draw from this supposed subtext, my dear?"

Lucifer took a deep breath. "I thought... maybe it's time we moved in together."

Alastor's eyebrows rose, genuine surprise flashing across his face. It was a rare look on him, and Lucifer found he rather enjoyed catching the usually unflappable man off guard.

"My, my," Alastor said slowly, his hand moving carefully from Lucifer's back to card through his hair. "That's quite the proposition, detective. Are you sure you're ready for that? After all, it's been quite a day. Perhaps you're not thinking clearly."

Lucifer shook his head. "No, I've been thinking about it for a while. Today just... put things in perspective, I guess. You're important to me, Alastor. You know that, right?"

Alastor's expression softened. "I had surmised as much, yes."

They fell silent again, both contemplating the weight of what had just been said. Lucifer felt himself relaxing more and more under Alastor's gentle ministrations, the stress of the day slowly melting away.

But one thing was nagging at him. "Alastor?" he said quietly.

"Hmm?"

Lucifer took a deep breath. "I need you to promise me something."

He felt Alastor tense slightly beneath him. "That sounds ominous. What is it, my dear?"

Lucifer pushed himself up again, meeting Alastor's eyes. "Promise me you won't go after Adam. No matter how much you think he deserves it."

Alastor's eyes hardened, a dangerous glint appearing in them. "My dear, that man ruined your career. Surely you can't expect me to just let that go?"

"I can and I do," Lucifer said firmly. "He's not worth it, Alastor. He's not worth you risking everything."

"But he hurt you," Alastor said in a low, tense voice. "He deserves to pay for that."

Lucifer shook his head. "No, he doesn't. Not like that. Please, Alastor. I couldn't bear it if something happened to you because of me."

Alastor studied Lucifer's face for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Finally, he sighed, leaning forward to place a gentle kiss on Lucifer's forehead. "Very well, my dear. If it means that much to you, I promise I won't go after Adam."

Lucifer felt a wave of relief wash over him. "Thank you," he murmured, settling back against Alastor's chest.

They stayed like that for a while longer, the silence of the apartment broken only by the soft sound of their breathing. Lucifer felt his mind drifting, thoughts of the future mingling with reflections on the past.

"You know," he said after a while, "I think you might be right about the private investigation thing."

He felt Alastor chuckle beneath him. "Of course, my dear. I'm always right."

Lucifer snorted. "Don't push it."

"I wouldn't dream of it," Alastor replied, amusement in his tone. "But do go on. What are you thinking?"

Lucifer shifted a bit, getting more comfortable. "Well, I was thinking about what you said earlier. About being able to take on cases that really matter without all the red tape. And... I think I'd like that."

"I think you'd be brilliant at it," Alastor said, his voice warm with pride. "You've always had a knack for getting to the heart of a case, seeing the details others miss."

Lucifer felt warmth bloom in his chest at Alastor's words. "You really think so?"

"My dear," Alastor said, his hand resuming its gentle stroking of Lucifer's back, "I know so. You're brilliant, dedicated, and stubborn as a mule when you believe in something. Those are excellent qualities for a private detective."

Lucifer laughed. "I'm not sure about the stubborn part, but I'll take the compliment."

"Oh, trust me," Alastor said with a smile in his voice, "the stubbornness is an essential part of you."

Lucifer hesitated for a moment, then plunged ahead. "Have you ever thought about becoming a detective? You've got pretty good skills."

He felt Alastor's breath catch a little. "How dare you? Never, that's your domain, I don't want to ruin my reputation."

Lucifer laughed. "Alright, but don't deny you've gotten softer."

"One more word and you'll regret it," he murmured in a contented voice.

Chapter Text

Seven months had passed since that fateful day when Lucifer's career in the FBI suddenly ended. During this time, many things had changed—some for the better, some just differently. Lucifer and Alastor had been living together for five months, and their relationship was improving every day. The transition period, of course, was not without problems.

Alastor's preference for dark colors conflicted with Lucifer's preferences. But they found a compromise, and their shared space became an interesting mix of light and shadow, order, and chaos.

Lucifer's foray into private investigation proved more successful than he initially dared to hope. His reputation as a brilliant, albeit unorthodox FBI agent preceded him, and there was no shortage of clients seeking his unique skills. He even occasionally collaborated with his old team when particularly complex cases required his expertise. Of course, it was different from his former life, but not unpleasantly so. Now there was a freedom in his work that suited him very well.

As for his former team, they had undergone their own changes. Vaggie, to everyone's delight, had been promoted to senior agent. Her dedication and sharp intellect had always marked her for greater things, and Lucifer couldn't help but be proud of this. But the real surprise came when Vaggie, usually so reserved, swept Charlie off her feet with a heartfelt marriage proposal. The entire team celebrated that evening, their joy for their friends momentarily overshadowing the bittersweet pangs of nostalgia for their old dynamics.

Lucifer stood before the full-length mirror in their bedroom, adjusting his pristine white suit. He smoothed down the lapels, and a slight smile played on his lips as he felt familiar arms snaking around his waist.

"My dear," Alastor drawled, his eyes gleaming, "you truly look angelic. How delightful."

Lucifer met Alastor's eyes in the mirror, admiring the striking figure he cut in his pitch-black suit. "Enjoying the view?" he replied with a smirk.

Alastor's laugh was rich and full. "Oh, I intend to, my dear. I intend to."

For a moment, they stood like that, Alastor's chin resting on Lucifer's shoulder, both simply enjoying the quiet intimacy of the moment. Then Alastor stepped back, allowing Lucifer to finish his preparations.

"You know," Lucifer said, slipping on his shoes, "I never thought I'd see the day when Vaggie would willingly participate in something as frivolous as a wedding."

Alastor, now seated on the edge of their bed, grinned. "Ah, but you're forgetting one crucial factor, dear detective."

Lucifer raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And what's that?"

"Charlie," Alastor said simply. "That girl could convince a cat to bark if she set her mind to it. I bet she had Vaggie agreeing to a full church wedding with doves and a ten-tier cake before our stoic friend even realized what was happening."

Lucifer laughed, the sound echoing in their bedroom. "You're probably right. Poor Vaggie didn't stand a chance."

As Lucifer turned to grab his watch from the nightstand, Alastor suddenly sprang to his feet. In one fluid motion, he grasped Lucifer's hand and spun him around, pulling him close until they were chest to chest, as if about to start a dance.

Lucifer blinked in surprise. "Alastor? What are you doing?"

Alastor's grin widened, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I'm seizing the moment, my dear! After all, it's not every day I see you looking so... It would be a crime not to take advantage of it."

Before Lucifer could respond, Alastor twirled him outward, then pulled him back in, dipping him low. Lucifer found himself bent over Alastor's arm, looking up into those gleaming eyes.

"Oh," Lucifer breathed, his tone a mixture of wonder and amusement. "You might want to save your tricks for tonight. We have a wedding to attend, remember?"

Alastor's smile turned predatory. "I'm afraid I can't help myself, my love. You're simply too tempting in that color. Like freshly fallen snow just begging to be marked."

Lucifer felt his cheeks flush at Alastor's words. He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. "Well. As flattering as that is, we really do need to go. Let me up, won't you?"

"As you wish," Alastor purred. Then, without warning, he simply removed his supporting arm, allowing Lucifer to unceremoniously fall to the floor.

"Oof!" Lucifer grunted as he hit the carpet. He looked up at Alastor, who now stood over him with an innocent expression. "What the hell, Al?"

Alastor shrugged, his smile never faltering. "You said to let you up, my dear. I was merely complying with your request."

Lucifer glared at him, but there was no real heat behind it. "You knew what I meant."

"You really should be more careful with your wishes, detective," Alastor replied, extending a hand to help Lucifer up.

***

Lucifer and Alastor arrived at the church, a grand ancient building with tall spires and intricate stained glass windows. As they stepped out of their sleek black car, Lucifer made a final adjustment to his pristine white suit. Alastor extended his arm, which Lucifer took with a smile.

They ascended the stone steps, where they saw Charlie and Vaggie greeting guests. Charlie looked radiant in a flowing white dress with delicate lace sleeves. Her blonde hair was styled in an elegant updo, adorned with small white flowers. Vaggie, usually so reserved, was a vision in a fitted satin gown.

"Lucі! Al!" Charlie exclaimed, her face lighting up as she saw them approach. She rushed forward, embracing them both tightly. "I'm so glad you made it!"

Lucifer laughed, patting her back. "Wouldn't miss it for the world, darling."

Vaggie's approach was more restrained, but her smile was no less genuine as she hugged Lucifer, then, somewhat awkwardly, Alastor.

"Thank you both for coming," Vaggie said warmly. "It means a lot that you're here."

Alastor inclined his head slightly. "It's our pleasure. I must say, you've both outdone yourselves. This is quite the affair!"

They chatted for a few minutes before Charlie and Vaggie had to greet new arrivals. Lucifer and Alastor made their way into the church, finding seats near the front. As they settled in, Lucifer couldn't help but fidget slightly, tugging at his collar.

The ceremony began, filled with touching vows and heartfelt moments. However, as time went on, Lucifer's discomfort became more noticeable. He shifted in his seat, his breathing becoming slightly labored.

"What's the matter, dear? Demons trying to escape?" Alastor whispered with a hint of amusement in his voice, leaning in.

Lucifer shot him a look, trying to keep quiet. "Very funny. I've always... been uncomfortable in churches. Like the air is too thick."

Alastor raised an eyebrow. "Interesting. Had I known earlier you could be incapacitated in such a way, you wouldn't be sitting here."

"Not helping, Al," Lucifer grumbled, loosening his collar a bit.

Alastor's expression softened, and he discreetly took Lucifer's hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Hang in there, dear. It'll be over soon."

The rest of the ceremony flew by for Lucifer, who focused on maintaining his composure. As soon as the newlyweds had retreated down the aisle, he practically dragged Alastor outside.

Once in the open air, Lucifer took a deep breath, feeling the pressure in his chest lessen. "Oh, thank god," he sighed, leaning against a nearby pillar.

Alastor watched him with a mixture of amusement and concern. "Feeling better, I take it?"

Lucifer nodded, straightening up. "Much. Sorry about that. It's... not something I like to advertise."

"No need to apologize, my dear," Alastor said, smoothing out Lucifer's slightly rumpled suit. "We all have our quirks. Although, I must say, it's rather amusing that the great Lucifer Morningstar can be brought low by a bit of holy water and hymns."

Lucifer rolled his eyes, but there was no real annoyance behind it. "Yes, yes, laugh it up. Wait until I drag you to a vegan restaurant and watch you squirm."

Alastor's smile turned slightly manic. "You wouldn't dare."

"Try me, my dear," Lucifer smirked.

***

The night went on, the wedding reception in full swing. The air was filled with laughter, music, and the clinking of glasses, and the newlyweds twirled on the dance floor, lost in their own world of newfound marital bliss. The garden, now illuminated by strings of twinkling lights and the soft glow of the moon, had taken on an almost ethereal appearance.

Alastor found himself by the bar, drink in hand. His eyes scanned the crowded room, searching for a familiar strand of blonde hair. Frowning slightly, he realized he hadn't seen Lucifer in quite a while.

With a slight furrow of his brow, he approached Anthony, who was sprawled in a chair, tie loosened and a half-empty glass of champagne dangling precariously from his fingers.

"Anthony," Alastor said, a note of concern creeping into his voice, "have you seen our dear detective?"

Anthony blinked owlishly, clearly feeling the effects of the evening's libations. "Huh? Oh, yeah, Luci-boy," he slurred slightly, a lopsided grin spreading across his face. "Think I saw him... thataway?" He waved vaguely in the direction of some ornate doors leading deeper into the garden.

"Thank you," Alastor replied, already turning away.

"Hey, wait!" Anthony called after him. "Tell Luci to hurry back. You can't have a party without the life of it, y'know?"

The garden beyond the doors was a maze of winding paths and secluded nooks. Alastor walked slowly, his keen eyes searching the shadows. The sounds of the party faded behind him, replaced by the gentle rustling of leaves and the occasional chirp of a night bird.

It was in one of these quiet corners that Alastor finally spotted him. Lucifer was sitting on an ornate stone bench, his head tilted back, gazing at the star-studded sky. The moonlight caught his golden hair, giving it an almost otherworldly glow. For a moment, Alastor simply stood there, struck by the beauty of the scene before him.

Alastor approached the bench silently. "Mind if I join you?" he asked quietly, not wanting to startle Lucifer.

Lucifer turned, a soft smile playing on his lips as he saw Alastor. "I was wondering when you'd find me," he said, patting the space next to him in invitation.

Alastor settled onto the bench, close enough that their shoulders touched. "And what, pray tell, are you doing out here all alone, my dear? The party's inside, you know."

Lucifer shrugged, his gaze returning to the sky. "Just needed some air. It got a bit... loud in there."

Alastor nodded in understanding. He knew that despite Lucifer's sociable nature, the detective sometimes found large social gatherings overwhelming. Without a word, he scooted closer, offering silent support.

Lucifer hesitated for a moment, then leaned into Alastor, resting his head on the other man's shoulder. Alastor tensed for a moment, but gradually relaxed, a smile tugging at his lips.

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, both lost in their own thoughts. The only sound was their quiet breathing and the distant music from the reception.

Finally, Lucifer broke the silence. "They're beautiful, aren't they?" he murmured.

"Hmm?" Alastor grunted questioningly.

"The stars," Lucifer clarified, gesturing upward with his free hand. "They're so bright tonight."

But Alastor's gaze wasn't on the sky. Instead, his eyes were fixed on Lucifer's face, tracing the familiar lines and curves he knew so well. "I find I prefer an entirely different star right here," he said softly.

Lucifer groaned, burying his face in Alastor's shoulder to hide his blush. "That was terrible," he complained, his voice muffled by Alastor's jacket.

Grinning, Alastor pressed a kiss to the top of Lucifer's head. "Perhaps, but it made you smile, didn't it?"

Lucifer lifted his head, meeting Alastor's eyes. The detective's face was indeed graced with a soft smile, his blue eyes twinkling with amusement. "You're such a dork sometimes, you know that?" he teased, but the fondness in his voice was unmistakable.

Alastor chuckled, the sound low and warm. "Only for you, my dear. Only for you."

They lapsed into silence again, content in each other's company. Alastor found himself absentmindedly running his fingers through Lucifer's hair, marveling at its softness as if for the first time.

After a while, curiosity got the better of him. "Penny for your thoughts, dear?" Alastor asked.

Lucifer was quiet for a moment, as if gathering his thoughts. "I was just thinking... if someone had told me during our first meeting that I'd end up here, with you, I would have laughed in their face."

Alastor raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And why is that?"

"Well, for starters, you were absolutely insufferable," Lucifer smirked. "Cocky, enigmatic, always two steps ahead... your strange behavior."

"I believe that was rather the point, my dear," Alastor replied, a note of amusement in his voice. "You were such an entertaining little detective, scurrying about, trying to piece together my puzzles. How could I resist playing with you?"

Lucifer shook his head, chuckling softly. "See? Insufferable."

Lucifer shifted, looking at Alastor with a mixture of curiosity and trepidation. "I'm not sure I want to know the answer, but... what did you think when you first saw me?"

Alastor's grin widened. "Are you sure you want the truth, darling? You might not like it."

"Try me," Lucifer challenged, his eyes glinting with determination.

"Very well," Alastor agreed. It took him a moment to collect his thoughts, his face growing distant as he recalled their first meeting. "When I first laid eyes on you, I saw... potential."

Lucifer frowned. "Potential?"

Alastor nodded. "Oh yes. You see, from the moment I heard about the brilliant young detective assigned to my case, I knew I had to meet you. And when I finally did... well, you exceeded all my expectations."

His voice took on a reminiscent quality as he continued, "You were sharp, persistent, with a mind that could keep up with my games. But more than that, there was a spark in you, and I knew..."

Alastor trailed off, his smile taking on a slightly predatory edge. Lucifer, caught up in the story, prompted, "Knew what?"

"That you would be my greatest game," Alastor finished. "I wanted to push you, to see how far I could make you bend before you broke. I wanted to strip away all those layers of righteousness and morality to reveal the glorious chaos I saw underneath."

Lucifer sat up straighter, pulling back slightly to look Alastor in the eye. "So... what? I was just another game to you? Another puzzle?"

Alastor's expression softened, and he reached out to cup Lucifer's cheek. "At first, yes," he admitted. "But you, my dear, have a habit of defying expectations. You didn't break. Instead, you... changed me."

Lucifer leaned into Alastor's touch, his gaze never leaving the other man's face. "How so?"

He smiled self-deprecatingly. "Rather ironic, isn't it? I set out to corrupt you, and instead, you redeemed me."

Lucifer was silent for a long moment, processing Alastor's words. Finally, he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. "You know, none of this would have happened if I had just turned over that evidence to the FBI."

Alastor tensed slightly. "Do you regret it?" he asked, a note of vulnerability creeping into his voice.

Lucifer shook his head vehemently. "No. Never. I couldn't do it. It sounds ridiculous, I know, but even then... I was afraid of losing you."

He fell silent, lowering his gaze to his hands. Alastor frowned, sensing that Lucifer wanted to say something more. "What is it?" he gently prodded.

Lucifer shuddered. "Damn it, I'm still afraid of losing you," he confessed, his voice cracking slightly. "Every day I wake up and wonder if this is all a dream, if I'll open my eyes and you'll be gone."

He remembered all too well the incident Lucifer was undoubtedly recalling - the day he had taken a bullet meant for the detective, nearly bleeding out in Lucifer's arms. The raw fear in Lucifer's eyes that day had shaken Alastor to his core.

Alastor carefully lifted Lucifer's chin, forcing the blonde to meet his gaze. "Listen to me, Lucifer Morningstar," he said in a low, intense voice. "I'm not going anywhere. Do you understand? I love you - every bit of you. I love those sky-blue eyes that see through all my masks. I love your golden hair that turn into a delightful mess every morning. I love your smile, your laugh, the way your cheeks flush when you're embarrassed or angry."

Lucifer's eyes widened, tears flowing freely. Alastor rarely expressed his feelings so openly, and hearing such a sincere confession was overwhelming.

"I love your brilliant mind that's always three steps ahead of everyone. I love your kindness, your unwavering moral compass that keeps me in check. I love how you hog the blankets at night, and how you always burn the toast in the morning. I love how you can't function without at least two cups of coffee, and how you insist on watching those ridiculous crime dramas even though you always figure out the culprit in the first ten minutes."

A watery laugh escaped Lucifer.

"I love everything about you, Lucifer Morningstar," Alastor said softly. "The good, the bad, and everything in between. And if life ever parts us, I swear to you, I'll find you again. In every universe, in every afterlife, I will always find my way back to you."

Lucifer choked out a sob, overwhelmed by the depth of emotion in Alastor's words. "Al, I..."

"Shh," Alastor soothed, gently wiping away a stray tear. "I've told you before, dear detective, tears don't suit you."

Unable to find words to express the depth of his feelings, Lucifer surged forward, capturing Alastor's lips in a passionate kiss. Alastor responded instantly, one hand tangling in Lucifer's hair while the other pulled him closer.

When they finally parted, Lucifer rested his forehead against Alastor's. "I love you," he whispered. "God, Al, I love you so much."

Alastor's smile was tender, genuine in a way it only ever was for Lucifer. "And I love you, Lucifer Morningstar. More than I ever thought possible."

They stayed like that for a long time, basking in the intimacy of the moment. The sounds of the reception now seemed distant, as if they were in a world of their own.

Eventually, Lucifer pulled back slightly, a playful glint in his eyes despite the traces of tears on his cheeks. "You know," he said, his voice still somewhat rough with emotion, "for someone who claims to hate sentimentality, you can be quite the romantic when you want to be."

Alastor chuckled, the sound low and warm. "What can I say? You bring out the worst in me, darling."

Lucifer laughed, and the sound was bright and joyous in the quiet of the garden. "Is that so? Well, I suppose I'll just have to keep doing that then."

"I suppose you will," Alastor agreed with a fond smile.

They lapsed into comfortable silence, content simply in each other's presence. Alastor's fingers found their way back into Lucifer's hair, idly playing with the soft strands. Lucifer hummed contentedly; his eyes closed.

After a while, Alastor spoke up. "I suppose we should head back inside soon. I'm sure our absence has been noticed by now."

Lucifer made a noncommittal sound, snuggling closer to Alastor. "Five more minutes," he mumbled.

Alastor smiled fondly. "Alright, five more minutes. But I must warn you, if Anthony comes looking for us, I take no responsibility for any trauma he might endure upon finding us."

This elicited a laugh from Lucifer. "Fair enough," he agreed, sitting up with a slight groan. He stretched, working out the kinks from sitting in one position for so long.