Dad had the idea of driving me to work, even if I am fully capable of doing such a simple thing like driving to work from home. He used it as one of his many excuses to talk to me. I'm not entirely certain of what it is he wanted to talk to me about but it sounded pretty clear it was something on a serious level. He's an old school, by the book, and level-headed person that doesn't take kindly to a lot involving me. Specifically. He's always been it. That didn't change after his magical rebirth, he'd call it, and I agree. It just enhanced that.

" I saw you and the lieutenant, Lily-pad."

Dad explains, the pedestrians on the sidewalk are waiting on a green light to continue walking their way to the crossroad, while I spin my head acting confused. " Don't think about lying to me, right now, Elisabetta Penelope decker. I know you and I know how much of a terrible lier you are." Crap. He's going to give me the stereotypical lecture on how much of a terrible thing, I am doing, it is for me and Pierce to have been caught. " You need to be careful, with him, Ellie. I don't trust him and I know he's my boss but i am your father. I know.. how Guys think. I am one. If you haven't forgot."

Where is he going with this? Oh. Don't tell me. I groaned, inwardly, thinking this is going to be his interpretation of the birds and the bees. When he is ten years later to the conversation. Uncle Dan, and my aunt, had this talk with me one afternoon after I came home asking about the subject being taught at school.

" Dad." I say, trying to save the awkward moment from happening, signalling that we didn't need to have this discussion. " If you are gonna talk about sex, with me, you are ten years too late. I already know about the birds and the bees." The loudness of the sound of the street life boomed in my ears, while I am left to wonder why it is dad wanted to be the one to tell me how having sex with Marcus would be a bad idea when I wasn't even thinking that far ahead. Hell I am still recovering from the way he kissed me in the forensic lab the other day at work.

" All I am saying, Lily-pad, is.. be careful. Like I said. There are men out there that will want to, you know, use your ignorance 'bout your lack of understanding and experience when it comes to sex as a means of using it to blackmail you later on. Or, put it simple, just use you."

" You know for being a man yourself, dad, you're real blunt when it comes to categorising yourself out of the entire male population." I insinuated, letting my arms rest on the centre of my chest so I could recline my body back into the seat, and I crack a grin. " It's like you don't want me to think about the stories I heard about you, from aunty Chloe and uncle Dan, from your days before you met mom."

" Funny." He put his words flat-out, saying it like I told a terrible joke, and then proceeded to make a sound of what sounded like a sigh. " It's funny, well nothing about it is actually funny." He said with an unreadable tone lingering while he said it. " You'd think coming back, here, would've given me that second chance shot of being your dad. That I'd get to see my sister again and we'd be the picture perfect family like we once were.."

I stitch together my eyebrows, finding a tear roll off of his cheek out of his eyes, remaining quiet. " But every time I see Chloe around the station, or Hell even Espinoza, I can't help but wanting to go up and just say it's me. It's me, Clo. It's Charlie you know? Your brother." He dipped his head in the direction of the drivers side car wheel. " And I can't even do that. 'Cause Amenadiel, with some kind of angel magic, made everyone in my life... I love. Think I am someone else. I'm Nathan."

I did find myself letting my thoughts go astray to why it was such an interesting but baffling thing I couldn't recognise my own dad at first all those months ago. Then it just clicked. Those thoughts, memories, and everything in-between flooded all back to me when he said Lily-pad. Is it because I am an angel? Is it to do with how I'm not tether to human logical thoughts and the effects of what my family was put under?

" Then I come back to see my daughter turned in to a freaking celestial. She isn't even a human no more. Which, believe me, I didn't even think was possible."

" Well believe me when I say I didn't either."

My words muttered together, listening to my father as he spoke with a strong sense of humility that I hadn't heard him before speak with, and he seemed to cool down after his little speech rant. I sighed. " I know this isn't the life you wanted, to live, dad. I am sorry, I'm so sorry, you were given this second chance with all of these obstacles put in place. I wish I could... I wish I could change it for you." I spoke, with a deep sense of exhaustion and pain that I couldn't give back my dad his life before becoming an immortal human much like Adam and Eve, leaning into his arms for a hug.

" Lily-pad. I might be immortal but I'm still very much a human too. You're squishing me with your super human angel strength."

" Oh, sorry, dad!"

~•~

The case of the Sinnerman didn't sit well with me and I didn't understand what I had heard before Pierce arrested him. Do what you gotta do. That is to do what? Exactly? I might be searching for an answer that is already obvious but in my mind it's still simmering with endless speculation of an explanation for his statement.

Then again I could be looking way into this with a lot of overthinking.

" I just love watching Pierce work. It's like a master class in ass whoop with a minor in what-evs." Ella stated, her voice dream-like in a world away from our reality being a big fan girl, I could hear her little sigh of joy at how idiosyncratic she is being. She idolises him so much. I haven't seen or heard one fret over a simple man like Pierce. Oh, what am I saying. He's far from simple. " You're a Lucky girl, Liz. Having that kind of man after and into you. Not one but two guys want you!" She goes on to say, from her space she is peaking at Pierce through the blinds of her own work space we are in, throwing a wink at me.

" C'mon don't pretend you don't know what I am talking 'bout, Ellie."

Even if I am aware of who she's talking about it's not like nothing would happen between us. There is nothing I can do about Lucifer's feelings for me or control how he sees me. As much as I do want him to change those things, it's entirely up to his own personal and emotional capacity to decide on whether he wants to continue playing the long haul or get straight to the point. I'm tired. Tired of waiting on the side-lines for him.

" Nothing is going on with lucifer and I, Ella."

I remind her, more so than me to say that to my own conscious to remind myself that even if we do share kids in the future and no matter how it is we end up together the future can be altered. I knew the future could change. How much it hurts me to admit it.

" Besides. Lucifer made it clear he isn't ready for the commitment, yet. I respect his choice and I have this.. thing going on with, you know, Pierce. Anyway." Are we together? I don't really have a single clue. I've never had anyone, I mean no one, be romantically interested in me. " But even then I'm not really confident enough.. on what our status is. Pierce and I."

I played around with the promise ring lucifer had gifted to me. His words replaying in my head. I'd thought of taking off the ring, thinking how he'd promise to make those promises he made happen for me, but I couldn't. I couldn't bring myself to do it. Ella snorted, really loudly, and I couldn't help but giggle at that sound because of how loud it was. " What's so funny, Ella? Did I say anything to make you laugh?" She said several words in a dramatic tone of Spanish, hitting my arm with a blue glove she found, and I pretend confusion as I laughed at the obscenity of the situation.

" When are you going to see it, Liz? That man is so in love with you. And you love him. Yeah, I so totally think you and Pierce would be hot. But it's so obvious to me and literally everyone here you belong with Lucifer!"

I froze. Love? That four letter word that I didn't think I felt. I didn't know what being in love with someone felt. How do you know if you are in love and have those feelings of said love?

" Think about it, Liz." Ella hoisted my hand up to my own face. " That is basically an engagement ring. That is no ordinary promise ring." She says, exclaiming her point with poke of her finger, as I feel my face flush pink. " I have never seen a ring with all that flashy stuff on it made for a promise. This is basically a full blown wedding ring, Liz!"

" Okay, I think you've made your point, Ella."

" I bet the lieutenant was pissed."

She prolonged the word 'Piss' for the dramatic effect.

" When he set his eyes on that bad boy. 'Cause Lucifer basically said you are his without needing to truely say it."

She is being super melodramatic about the ring, which I couldn't fault her for considering I had a similar reaction to the ring at first too, but Ella is just being Ella. Which I love about her.

Marcus didn't react the way I had expected him to, in hindsight I didn't think the ring would garner an immediate audience since to me the ring became an integral part of my life ever since lucifer gave it to me.

He had brushed it off with a passive side comment about the rings appearance being on the cheap side. And its apparent useless lack of detail to the 'promise' side of its name. I had disagreed with him on the matter. I love the idea and sentimental value of a promise ring. It's romantic. Which now that I think about it Lucifer did save this gift and didn't want to give it to me, as the reason for it is too romantic.

" Look. We have a visitor here, Liz. Look."

Ella, a hand grabbing at my wrist to bring me over to the window blinds, pointed out to our criminal. The one and only Sinnerman. He is in good restraints, four of his limbs bonded by a string of heavy metal chains, while clothed in an old green prison jumpsuit coming back from the holding cell he is held up in for his crimes. Both of his eyes were gauged, ruined, by a metal knife he had inflicted on himself for a reason I cannot understand, the gauze around his eyes proved the severity of the self mutilation he did. Lucifer told of his experience, with him, and how he knew of Lucifer being the devil.

How did he know? Is the question that needed to be addressed sooner or later.

I left Ella to her job, to continue working on the DNA she found on one of our cases, to join Marcus in the viewing area of the one way glass looking inside of the interrogation room. With all the alleged knowledge of Marcus's brother dying, at the hands of this man, I didn't know what else to think or to expect from Pierce. I spoke up. " It feels.. strange." I say, at first hand, talking to the mirror itself. " To see the man who kidnapped.. who kidnapped Lucifer. Who killed your brother. Just sitting there. You'd think the one who I saw, standing over the guy he shot, would be more..."

I couldn't find the word in my mind to describe it but all of this is strange.

" He could confess and it would be just icing on the cake, for him."

" Is it, though?"

The sound of the door unlocking made me turn to see Lucifer, speak of the devil and he shall be the one to appear quite literally, with his usually joyful grin stretched wide on his devilish features which I noticed had widened even more at laying eyes on me. " Ah, Just in time for the main event. Why don't you two make yourself comfortable, while I'll take the first crack at Helen killer here." Did he really... just make a pun about Helen Keller? Of all people to choose from he chooses her? I face palmed. He knew how to choose them.

" What? I thought he deserved a new nickname now that he is blind. I mean, you have to admit The Sinnerman has become a tad old." I do not think it's a good idea to go in the interrogation room, knowing he knew of Lucifer's identity, and even if he did he couldn't use his power of desire on him. " You wait here with the lieutenant, Ellie. While I go in and see if our friend can be other-wise convinced to tell us the reason for taking me like he did."

" I don't think so. Last time you talked to him, he gouged his own eyes out."

" Yes, a minor inconvenience, especially for him. I mean, can you imagine living in L.A and not being able to enjoy the sunset?"

I speak up, having grown tired of the testosterone fuelled nonsense going on in front of me, and my eyes automatically roll on their own. " Quit it, you two. We have more important things to deal with than the talk about how gorgeous LA sunsets are. Like the fact we gotta question him about.." I start off saying, thinking of questions to ask Mr. Sinnerman, only to have that shut down real fast.

" No one's talking to him but me. No offence but I think it's best if you leave the questioning up to me and stay away from him." Pierce stated, as if I am some girl he needed to protect not knowing I can fully protect myself from one simple human. " Besides there are other important things I need for you to do than to waste your time in there. It's my duty, as a lieutenant, to make sure my officers are safe and out of harms way. So it'll be me."

" Well that is complete and utter steaming pile of bull faeces. I have seen bigger shit in my life than that weak excuse." Lucifer retorted back with his own sarcasm drawing out in his mouth, fast like a string of lightning from storm clouds, and scoffs. " Ellie is a good choice of woman to get this man to confess to taking me and keeping me hostage in that damn cooler storage than the those so-called slackers of the law out there. You cannot be implying you're the impartial party here." He said coming to my defence, his eyes narrowed on Pierce with a full smile of forced civility, Marcus's chest becomes more tensed while squaring both of his shoulders not backing down from Lucifer.

I rolled my eyes, for the up tenth time of the hour walking off to do the interview myself since it was clear to me lucifer and the lieutenant were having their own little Edward versus Jacob moment in the viewing room. I feel like I am Bella swan right now in between two supernaturals and that was a really god awful thing to be in when I'm at work.

" I mean, he's clearly your Moby dick, and we all know what happened to captain Ahab. Felled by savage revenge? Dragged to the bottom of the sea? Gosh did they teach you nothing at cop school?"

I sat down across The Sinnerman. It's strange to me how he had his eyes concealed by a white, clip on, medical gauze to keep an infection from both eye sockets becoming open. Yet, somehow it's like he is actually staring right at me still. There's a moment of us being quiet until I decided I was the first to speak up. " Did they say when your... when your eyes are going to heal?" I asked, being the first to break the silence inside the space.

He chuckled, a slight smile on his lips that made his bandages shift. " You are asking me about my injuries when I should be the one to ask why it's you who is in here? With me, all alone?" He says, questioning my stupidity as to what is going on in my mind that lead me to come in here alone, but it sounded endearing to him to say. Almost like he is amazed of how courageous I am for doing it.

" Can I know your name or do you prefer to have yours be simply as the Sinnerman?"

" You know, detective, a census taker once tried to test me." He informed me, his chains rattled as he made a shrug motion using his hands. " I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti. Oh, no, I'm sorry I always wanted to say that. You know? Tried and make people squeamish."

I slowly nodded my head, wondering how it's him who is responsible for all of these deaths when he is cracking these insensitive jokes, leaning in so I could get a better reading of him.

" I know jokes are a way to pass time, and to pass these serious issues off as jokes, but we both know why I am here. So let's cut to the chase." One leg crossed on the other, I did the same with my arms over my torso, staring at him accusingly. " Tell me your name. Let's move past this play pretend you are crazy, when we both know you're not, and we can both move along with our day."

" Nope. There's a definite method to my non-madness."

" Do you mind elaborating on that?"

" No, you'll figure it out." He let his words sink in before he did a dramatic sigh, leaning forward to me, and did a motion with his fingers for me to do the exact movement. I did but with hesitation. " Between me and you, I know you will figure it out eventually. I mean.. you've successfully done it before. Like per-se with, I don't know, the bad accident with your birth father. Shooting you.." I paled, listening to him speak about the accident at the hanger two and a half years ago. How did.. " Or your little brush with death. Your birth dad. Your..." I dreaded his next words. " New identity. Being An angel." He chuckled, humoured by his own statement he made. " Yes, I know of your new immortal status. Much like the devils."

I can't show my panic or let him hear the tremor in my voice. I didn't want him to be aware of the sound of my disturbance of hearing he knew of my identity. How does he know about me? About Lucifer? Who is telling him this information? It's not common knowledge for a human, let alone an individual such as the Sinnerman, to know about me. Only Lucifer, my dad, Amen, Maze and Linda are the ones who know about me.

Ella entered the interrogation room, holding a piece of evidence in a zip lock bag that seemed to be a mobile phone from one of the crime scenes, a look of perturbation from the sound of its call tone. " It just started ringing." I manage to get up, at the same time as Marcus and Lucifer when they both came rushing into the room, while my hand found the ziplock bag holding it in my hand confused on how the one in the room is calling us if he's right here.

" You better pick it up before it's too late. Oops. Or you better hope it's not." What did he mean?

I glanced down a file opening on the screen and I widened my eyes at a video playing of a woman in a yoga suit being anchored and tied to a block of cement. In what appeared to be a large, scaled, pool of water pleading for her life to be spared by whoever is recording her. 'She's going to drown. Oh my gosh!' It's a live feed. Not a simple record of the situation. Marcus slams his hands down on the table, leaning right in to the suspects face to get an answer.

" Where is this?"

" Isn't it obvious? It's a woman trapped in a reservoir that will fill with water. Oh, pretty soon, I'd say."

Another victim. How is this even possible?

JASMINE SPEAKS;

Sorry for the wait for this chapter.

I had to spread out the way I wrote it down, between a few days, cause I kept losing track of my inspiration often.

Which is getting more frequent these days as it's been a little hard to keep up with these chapters, for season three, because I so badly want to jump into a time skip but I have so much more planned for this season. Anyway.

What did you think of this chapter? Ellie and her having to deal with the two men in her life? That are interested in her? And The Sinnerman being in the known about her angel side? Who do you think told him? Do you think it's Pierce?

What do you think of Ella and Ellie's friendship?