Dear Diary,

It's been a while since my last entry. It's been a long while, really, since I could sit down and write what has been happening. But now I've got the time to write what has been going on and changing in my life.

There's this feeling I've had for a while, that I cannot seem to shake off, and it's gotten worse. It's like I'm just existing, drifting through day by day, and nothing I do stops the feeling of loneliness and sadness in my heart. I don't know how to explain the hollowness of this thing I feel. It's something heavy which is weighing down my heart.

Every time I'm with Lucifer it makes it more bearable, the pain itself is masked by a smile here or there from his rather creative insults to suspects on a case and laughing until I can feel my breathing stop because of how much I laugh, and for a moment everything is okay in my mind. The emptiness is filled, for a split second I feel whole, then it returns again with even more sadness.

I haven't told anyone. Not mom, dad, Lucifer, uncle Dan, Ella, Doctor Linda. Gosh even the one girl who made my life a living hell too.

It's all too much to actually write in one page, if I were to write every single even that happened in my life these past two and a half years I'd need to buy another journal.

I don't know where I should start, I will start it off by mentioning I'm not the weak girl you have in the past known I am to be. I'm an Angel. I'm a stronger person than I was before. Physically, that is, but I am not confident on the mentally and psychological aspects of my new status.

I wish I knew how to deal with the fact I am in a place in my life where I am expected to feel like I know what I'm doing for my future. I am assured of one thing I can't wait for.

The fact I share kids with Lucifer, yes— we're the mother to four amazing kids in the future who somehow self actualised back to the past, and that gives me hope. Hope that helps me move forward, a reason to keep on thinking about a future where I can meet our kids.

That is whole other story for another time.

Right now I have to speak about this criminal mastermind, The Sinnerman, who's been on a war path and shedding blood in the streets of Los Angeles. It didn't start here and I fear it'll either end in one of the most important people in my life seriously hurt or worse. Dead.

I have to go now to leave for work. Our new lieutenant, Marcus, isn't exactly the kinda guy that lets it go if you're late.

He's a mystery that I don't know if I should be fearful or curious of.

Either way I'm glad that he has a particular kind of interest in me and I am let off more easier than the others.

Which I don't understand but who knows.

~•~

I sift through the pages of photo evidence left on my desk, mug shots captured of a ginger haired man responsible for making an example of Lucifer's kidnapper under the Santa Monica pier, and the trilling of work phones sound in my ear as my eyes swiftly fell on the fingers of Lucifer's hand. He takes the photo with a small scoff. " Who is this? The missing link? The proof that humans and rodents can copulate?"

" He's name is Michael Lonzo. He's the one to have been involved in skewering and making an example of your kidnapper, Luc."

" This is clearly not the Sinnerman."

" Clearly he isn't, Luc." I retort, snatching back the photo arising out of my seat." that would make the job boring, if our suspects took care of themselves. Unless if they were feeling guilty, unlikely that's the case here, I don't think this guy is the Sinnerman. It would have been too easy for us to catch a big time mastermind." I state as I inspect Michael and place the photo back down. " He was only guilty of following orders with a motive but no alibi in sight. He confessed but I don't think it was an actual confession." He had taken credit for doing the crime, gloating how he's the man who has done the heinous crimes in the past, I didn't believe it is him.

" At least you believe me, darling, about our new friend the Sinnerman. I mentioned this to the detective, she all but laughed when I said I didn't like no knowing who he is."

" What is this about the Sinnerman?" Marcus, overhearing Lucifer mention our newest villain in Los Angeles on the prowl, spoke up coming to where we stand. " Big Nina Simone fan are you?" I slowly tilt my head. 'Nina Simone?' He amusingly smirked at my face of confusion. He pointed at me, briefly glancing at Lucifer with an unreadable look.

" You don't know who she is, do you? Well that is certainly showing my age and how long I've been around for."

" You don't know Nina Simone?"

Lucifer asked and he looked just as baffled as Marcus.

" Oh, darling. That's adorable, you need to get in to her music, Ellie. Her songs are magical on the old ears! Even lieutenant prick, sorry I meant to say Pierce, agrees with me."

She is before my time, I don't exactly keep up with music releases before and after a certain year. I outta learn her discography to know, and be kept in the loop of musical history, so I can talk about with both Lucifer and Marcus. I am a Coldplay, the fray, alternative music girl. The type that listens to songs that have a slow tempo of beat. What you might call a hopeless romantic.

" I've always been an alternative listener when it comes to music, Luc. Lieutenant. Like a good listen of the occasional Coldplay, the fray, and Ruelle."

I admitted, finding their gazes on me a bit intense which I shifted under, wanting but to run away from this situation. Marcus nods, I could see clogs in his head turning as if he had made a mental note, Lucifer narrowed his eyes at Marcus and is quick to snap them back as if to pretend he wasn't giving a death stare at my boss.

" Duly noted. Anyway, I came here to give you this. A new case opened and like I promised I saved this one for you." Marcus hands me the file, on accident I brushed my finger on a part of his hand, I am almost knocked over by the suffocating sense of terror. My Angel sense are put into overdrive, at the mere touch which left me breathless, and I refrained myself showing how the one single touch affected me. " You okay, there, soon-to-be-detective decker? You kinda spaced out there for a second and I tried calling your name. I let you put your focus on the case at hand."

Marcus chuckled, then he made himself scarce going back to his duties, I forced myself to push the thought at the back of my brain. I wish I knew how to understand my abilities, in spite of Amenadiel teaching me to be in tune of my new self, I still couldn't grasp the whole me being this. It's frustrating on a high level.

" You okay, Darling?"

" Yeah. I am, Luc."

~•~

The day is losing sunlight quick and the sun shone a faint glisten of gold, orange, basks the city of angels. My day is far from complete as I am on the scene of yet another murder believe to be the work of the Sinnerman. I adjust both gloves on my hands, looking at the sight of our victim sprawled on the dusty floor as the trains behind me dock in the yard a few clicks away, keeping an eye out for my uncle. Lucifer did a whistle, it caught Rebecca and dad's attention too, and uncle Dan made his way up to where I crouch looking at our victim.

" Guys name is J.D. Woodstock. He lived right around the corner. Neighbours said he was pretty quiet. Unemployed, but we found this on him."

Uncle Dan leant down on his knees, going down on my level, and passed the book he found on JD. I read the contents inside, humming as all the badly written puns, doing a witty laugh as my dad came up beside uncle Dan. Rebecca went to my side, leaning over to read the jokes from her spot on my shoulder, and she too snorted.

" Are these meant to be jokes? Unless I don't have a sense of humour, I don't understand the context or punchlines of these." I say, trying to comprehend these words written. Rebecca did a once over of the sentence, poking a finger on the joke about an avocado. " Avocado, how about avoca-don't?" Lucifer snatched the book. I scowled, muttering 'Rude', and re-read it.

" Would it be rude to throw tomatoes at a corpse?"

" Looks like he was a struggling comedian."

I retract my statement, now I feel guilty.

" We are trying to figure out if he performed anywhere."

" What do you think happened? Someone was unamused with his jokes, decided they didn't want to hear his bad dad jokes, and they got in a fight?" I put my sunglasses, luckily I had the best eyesight to detail and could focus on JD's corpse behind my glasses, on. I hand his joke book to Rebecca, not before I check to see her hands were covered in the gloves, saying a soft thank you. " What do you think, Nathan?"

" I think that there are thousands of stand-up comedy theatres in LA and this will be like our last case with Lucifer's kidnapper, using a van with tires that are manufactured almost in all auto shops here, it'll be like looking for a piece of thread in a mound of paper." Dad spoke and shrugged his left shoulder. " I can start asking around and see if anyone knows our Vic."

" Nathan is right, it's worth exploring. Though I think we are looking at an insult comic, that is the opposite of a comical one in the stand-up community that sometimes can turn violent as everyone doesn't enjoy being mocked."

Uncle Dan stared pointedly in Lucifer's general direction. They've come a long way since they first met but I could see there is still some sort of consensus that the quips and quick retorts I listen to Lucifer make about my uncle still did annoy him. Lucifer, not paying attention to the stare my uncle is doing, jousted a finger to him nodding.

" We should listen to Daniel, and old Nathan here, they both have unique insights to this case. More Daniel than anything! They're kindred spirits. Nate here, despite his stoic and hard to please attitude, can crack a funny joke at times. And Daniel, a broken spirit, who puts the most embarrassing parts of his life on display for an easy audience."

" He does stand up. I do improv. Improv is all about 'yes, and..?' Stand up, well, thats about telling jokes.."

" I regret starting this entire conversation."

I waved my hands around, doing a wind back motion.

" Stop. Stop. Wait just a minute. Uncle Dan? You do improv? Does mom know of you doing it? When did you start?"

I learned a new detail of information about my own uncle and didn't even know he did improv classes. How's that Lucifer knew and I am the last to know?

" Thats a funny story.."

" It's because I don't tell a lot of people." Uncle Dan said. " I didn't mean to make it feel like I purposefully lied to you, Sweetie."

" It's fine, uncle Dan. I was just surprised that is all."

" Okay." Ella puffed, making her way to where I had shifted my legs to lean my weight on one side so I am a couple of metres standing near Lucifer, her face flustered with confusion. My eyes met Rebecca's for a second before we both looked at Ella. " No murder weapon, but I did find three shell casings. Running ballistics on them now. But based on the firing patterns, I say this dude was tortured before he finally did die."

" Oh, well, congratulations, mister Woodstock. At least someone cared enough about your jokes to.."

" Did you just say Woodstock? As in JD. Woodstock?"

" Yeah, why, do you know him? Ella?" I asked, curious to know what is going on inside of her mind. " Is he an old friend of yours you haven't seen in a while? Or..?"

" No, no. Nothing like that, just that he made big news a couple of days ago claiming Bobby Lowe stole his jokes."

" Who is bobbly Lowe? A rival comedian who hates himself so much that he stole this drivel?"

My eyes turn up to a big highway billboard on the bridge above. 'The Bobby Lowe show' was mantled in big letters advertising, a talk show host, it was faded orange with age. Ella made a noise that said 'Duh' and I stare between JD's body then to the advert.

" JD claimed Bobby's show was based on his own material. And that he could prove it. Which is impossible because Bobby Lowe show is all about his life."

" So, what, you're saying that this giant headed Buffon stole our poor victims ideas, his life's work, and built a business out of it?"

I see where Lucifer is going with this. I decided to let him get it all out, his voice and my uncle Dan's began to argue about some topic I rather have no input in. Getting a sense of I was being watched I scanned the yard, for the source, but I came up with nothing. I shake my head when I couldn't see who or what is staring at me.

' Let me get back to this.'

~•~

MARCUS P.O.V

There is parts of being alive, since the dawn of time itself, you could enjoy before it became all the same. Good food, sight seeing, the sex was a great thing too. But nothing beats seeing the beauty of her, Elisabetta decker. Something in the way she could control the room, as soon as she walked in, and not even see the numerous of eyes on her the second she entered is what I found interesting. She hadn't left my thoughts.

Elisabetta is different. I hadn't met someone in terms of herself before a week ago. Her wide, irresistible, doe blue eyes that crinkle in each corner of her face when she is smiling that I've seen her do when Lucifer made an impression of an unfunny wisecrack joke. Her glossy blond hair, silky as the finest threads on a silk sheet, I liked to run my fingers through. She's a girl I found an interest in and I wanted to know her.

Espinoza interrupted my thoughts, entering in my office, and I didn't care to look up at him. I hummed in an uninterested manner.

" What is it you need, Detective? I am busy right now, if you don't mind making this quick."

I motioned him to talk. " So speak up now."

" Look, lieutenant, I just came by to talk. I feel like we got off on the wrong foot."

" pretty sure we're on exactly the foot I want to be on." I replied, typing on the keyboard with a thought in mind, scouring Elisabetta's date file and added on her notes her music preferences. I made a mental note to search Coldplay song playlists. Espinoza fell quiet, I ignored him as I clicked out of her file.

" I'm not a bad guy. Or a dirty cop."

" So you didn't check a gun out of evidence that was used to commit a crime against your niece? The same gun that was premeditatedly chosen and used to shoot her with the interest of killing her? That gun? I read the whole report, Espinoza. Graham was her biological father. It was exposed, after rumours started circulating about why he all of a sudden showed interest in one of the detectives, involved in palmetto, kid. You worked with him even after you knew he had taken her."

" He threatened to.. kill her.. if I didn't.. I-."

" Save it, Espinoza. least it wasn't a homicide? Oh wait, it was considered one but she didn't die. No. She came back alive by some means of a miracle." I shove a hand in one pocket on my pants, moving around to the front of my desk. I studied him for a split of a second, thinking of ways he can be useful to me with my intel I needed on Lucifer, pointing at him. " But now that I think about it. I'm glad you are here, you can help me. I need you to tell me all the intel that you gathered about Lucifer." He stared at me, as if I had sprouted a second head on my shoulders, wide eyed.

" Is there a problem with my request, Espinoza? Do I have to repeat it, again, for you?"

" Uh, No. sir.. there isn't. I am just surprised, I didn't think you'd want to know anything 'bout Lucifer because of how you act with him."

" You leave what I feel about him, with me, you don't have to fret about it Espinoza."

' I need all the intel on him I can get, so I can at least get something dirty on him.'

~•~

ELLIE'S P.O.V

Talk shows and comedy stand ups are the back bone of entertainment in America, after the big Hollywood movie industry, like Jimmy Fallon or Conan O'Brien. Sitting in front of a live, in person, audience being filmed and being told you need to be quiet on a sound stage.

Now I'm here at the Barry Lowe show. Ella, Lucifer, and I head to the make up area where Barry is on a make up chair. Ella is having a fan girl freak-out, about to meet her idol, and Barry doesn't look impressed in the slightest. 'Oh, boy.'

" What did I say? No eye contact, no green skittles in my candy jar, and no guests!"

' Wow he is an asshole.' The show assistant, who had tried warning us beforehand, kept on apologising. I showed my badge and raised my voice to be stronger than his.

" I, WE'RE, from the LAPD. Officer decker, and this is here's my partner and friend. We are here to talk to you, about the murder of J.D. Woodstock, Mr Lowe, sir."

" Why are you stopping? Show starts in five minutes, honey. Chop-chop. Is this about that stupid podcast? You really think I stole jokes? Me?"

' What an incredibly egotistical asshat. Gosh.'

I rolled my eyes, mentally, and Lucifer shakes a hand in an effort to say 'Duh.' I crossed over an arm, around my other one, which made both of my boobs have a pep in how they were set, I scoffed slightly when Barry openly stared right at them. " Very much so yes." Lucifer says while getting in front of me, I put a hand on his bicep. It's not the first time I would deal with a guy like him.

" What I think is I'd like to explore these said issues Mr Woodstock has claimed and all those accusations against you, I wanna see if they're true and you are the biggest liar there is. Like I will start with where were you when he died?"

" You know why people accuse others of stealing material?"

" Because the others are thieves?"

" Because they're Failures. And instead of facing that, they blame successful people like me."

" how dare you."

Not wanting a confrontation to happen, when I hear Lucifer become riled up by Bobby's insult, I put an automatic hand up on his chest. That's enough to make him realise he wasn't worth it. The stage assistant pressed her ear piece. " Ok. They're ready for you, Bobby." She told Bobby, nodding her head, giving him the green light to head on the stage. The make up artist paused.

" Look. Some of us have important business, I for example do, like entertaining America. So, sweetheart, if you don't mind. Take a seat and see for yourself."

' I've never been in a live audience before. Let's see how this goes.'

Finding a place in one of the four rows of the audience, I nestled my self in the middle of the crowded sound stage bleacher, hearing all the claps around me boom in my ear.

" Are you ready to laugh?? Wait, what? I can't hear you? Come on, I bribed you with T-Shirts, I phoned in all my best jokes. What more of you want? Oh, yeah, more T-shirts!" Sheila, the presenter for Bobby's show, encourages the crowd to be more louder. Sheila tossed one up my way and I chuckled when I grabbed it, on instinct, and I pass it to a gasping Ella as she pounced on me. " I said! Are you ready to laugh, America? I can't hear you! Louder! Ok. Let's start the show!" Sheila cheered, making a big uproar of applause happen as she left the stage. It is show time, now. 'On Air' lights up.

Bobby sulks out of the fake, set up house, door. Cameras panned to him sitting on the sofa, my head tilts to the side interested in how in the world he could snap into character fast, and it goes quiet when he started to talk. " Well, that was the worst day of my entire life." The crowd chuckled at his sentence, I didn't find it funny. A puppet, controlled by another man behind, propped up on the couch his funky yellow hair in a Mohawk. His voice sounded muffled and weird, which I gathered is the intention of the man's charade.

" Oh, come on now, Bobby, I'm sure it wasn't that bad."

" She left me before we got to the dessert."

" Desserts the best part of the meal, Bobby."

A giant frazzled, maroon, monster puppet that entered on the sound stage appeared and I was confused on the whole conceptual process that went into Bobby's show. Are these his friends, in his head, or are they symbolism for his own mental health? The monster had a big head on him. " Well, on the upside, you were trying to lose weight." How was commenting on weight funny? I mouthed a 'What the fuck' to Lucifer.

" I didn't say I left before dessert."

" So, this is what that arrogant fraud is proud of?"

Ella hushes Lucifer, putting her finger on her lip, and I leaned into her side wanting to know exactly I am watching. 'Reminder to self don't let the kids watch this when they grow up.' My eyes remained on the show.

" Okay, Ella. I'm going to need you to tell me what is it I'm uh, watching. I don't understand anything at all."

" Okay, those are his imaginary friends. They help him deal with his insecurities. We've all been there, right?"

I go to turn to Lucifer, to express the reason of the show and unique twist, but he had gone in the blink of an eye and I watch him disrupt the recording. 'Oh gosh. Here we go.' He did a sign to say time out.

" Sorry. Excuse me. Sorry. Let me just get by there. You stole a dead man's work and you turned it into this?"

He said, my jaw is on the ground at this point, I stand up in my position and say excuse me while I moved past audience members.

" Get lost, fraggle rock."

I listened to the astonished audience murmur in disbelief, at the fact the show was show hijacked and Lucifer shoving Bobby's monster friend to the side. Bobby laughed nervously. I jogged up to Lucifer's side and did a quick scan of the filming cameras.

" What do you think you're doing, man?"

" Stealing your show. Which only seems fair, as you stole it first. Ah! Ellie, my partner in crime and justice. Everyone I'd like you to meet Ellie! She's here cause is going to arrest this man for being so unoriginal and boring!"

'This is so inappropriate.' I laugh in an attempt to dilute this entire awkward encounter, and I had my hand forcefully taken to wave in the air at the camera by Lucifer. The puppet started to talk, opening its fake mouth. " Hey, why don't you beat it, Doctor who! And you too, barbie!" Is that an insult? I love barbie. I dropped my jaw, offended, and without thinking I ripped a hole in the doll. Its head falls off. Children are screaming in shock, at the bare hand shown, I cringe realising my mistake. Lucifer laughed.

" Right, right. What have you got to say for yourself? Beat it, Handy! Go on. And don't even think about ever insulting barbie again."

" I'm not talking to you, or your girlfriend, get the hell of my set!"

" Okay. You won't talk to me, how about you talk to one of your puppet friends here? Ellie, help me choose a puppet friend for Mr. Lowe!"

' I cannot believe this is happening right now.'

I said, to myself, as Lucifer retrieved one of the containers of misplaced puppets setting it on a green love seat. I tapped him on the arm, while keeping a forced smile on my face, realising in my mind this could potentially be aired. A pink lamb is chosen, from the mix, and all the ones on the ground are scattered. Lucifer put on an enormously exaggerated accent for the lamb.

" No. put that down, please." Bobby, scared of the toy lamb, face losing colour put his hands up.

" What? Jealous someone else has their hand up my butt? Oh wait. Actually, this apparatus is more difficult than.. ah! There's the trigger."

Trigger? What does he mean trigger.. oh my gosh. There is a gun in that fake lamb. My eyes go wide in realisation, about to speak up and I gasped when the trigger is pulled on Bobby. I listen to the frantic cries of the kids, mother's and parents screaming in fright at the sight of the puppets blown out sizzling fried face, and I cover my face mortified. I take the puppet off of Lucifers hand. " Oh my gosh this cannot be happening." I murmured, subtly pinching him.

" Ow! What was that for? No one was hurt."

Thud.

" Oh."

' This will be a recording to remember for the years to come.'

JASMINE SPEAKS;

How do we like the different point of views?

I am trying to change things up for the majority of the story going forward. Trying to switch the point of views, see into the minds of the others, and it's fun to do my own take on them.

Pierce is complex, he doesn't really show that much emotion, so please excuse the fact I can't write characters that don't really show an actual emotion. Did I write him right?

What did you think of Ellie's diary entry?

That is another thing I'm going to introduce. It will be important come later in the season and the last couple of episodes of season four.