I sighed as someone knocked on the door and I assumed it was either Lucifer to pick me up for something else that I didn't want to do, or Raguel here for Viv. I hopped off the couch and put down my tub of ice cream, making my way to the door. When I opened the door, the last person I expected was Detective Chloe Decker.

"Angelica Grace, do you mind if we take you down to the station for some questions?" she asked, arms crossed and I looked around as if for some help. I looked back at Chloe and nodded.

"Yeah, no, sure, that's fine. I'm just going to tell my roommate that I'll be back," I said, just as Viv came out of her room. She stopped in her tracks when she saw us.

"Uh, Ange, you good?" she asked and I nodded awkwardly.

"Yeah, Viv, I'm fine. Just going down to the station for some questions," I said, plastering a forced smile onto my face as Viv raised her eyebrows.

"Oh, yeah, of course. Have fun then I suppose," she said, nodding to herself as she made her way to the fridge.

Chloe took me the station and I was sat in an interrogation room--that is a room for interrogation. I sat for a while with nobody in the room before Chloe came in to question me.

"Hey Angel, I just have a few questions for you," she spoke as she took her seat in the seat at the table across from me. I nodded and held up my hand.

"I also have a question, um, why am I here?" I asked. I had never gotten into a lot of trouble before, and suddenly I meet Lucifer and I'm in the Police Station.

"Well, that is because you're a witness," she spoke to me as if I was ten.

"But there are plenty of witnesses," I cocked an eyebrow at her. There had to be a bigger deal she was playing at. She let out a sigh.

"I know your story was farce. You and Lucifer can talk tough, but the other three girls you were supposedly spending the night with didn't remember a fourth, and we questioned them all separately. They did have a pretty good recollection about all the other facts of last night. So where were you actually at last night?" my heart rate stopped. Oh, I was just locked in a room practicing my awesome angelic powers. I'd sound crazy.

"I was... Um... Chloe—Detective, you don't think I could have something to do with this whole murder thing, right? Ask anyone, I hate blood and I could never wish harm on anyone. I hit a cat with my mom's car once and cried for a week and never drove again," I rambled and she held out her hands in a "calm down" gesture.

"We have a suspect in custody and more leads, I just wanted to know why you changed your story," she said, though I could see the ulterior motives. I felt my breath hasten as I started looking around the room for something to focus on that wasn't her face or the fact that I could be arrested for 2nd degree murder. I felt the air almost be grasped from my lungs and I could tell Chloe was noticing as she continued to ask me if I was okay. I kept gasping and wheezing for air, wondering how it spiraled to this so fast before I heard a door open.

"Ah, there she-What did you do to her, Detective?" I heard a familiar British accent, but couldn't look at him as my lungs felt like they were going to burst. I stood up and pushed myself away from the table, gripping at my hair.

"Angel, just take some deep breaths," Chloe said, but I couldn't concentrate on her.

"I don't want to go to jail! I didn't do it! I didn't do it! I didn't even want to go to that stupid party!" I shouted and finally found my breaths as I slid down against the wall, knowing I'd just made an entire fool of myself. I lifted my knees to my chest and wrapped my arms around them, shoving my face into my arms as tears of embarrassment and anxiety began streaming down my cheeks.

"Detective, I-I think you should let me handle this one," I heard shuffling around the room before the door opening and shutting. I felt frozen to my spot on the floor and like the tears trailing down my face would never end, "Angel, you're not going to jail. I know of your innocence," I heard Lucifer.

"But do they?" I sniffled, "Especially after that show. I must seem like the guiltiest person ever for crying at one question," I looked up at him through tears as my lip quivered, wanting to sob some more. He looked at me with almost pity before kneeling by me.

"I think all that proved was that you would never hurt anyone, and don't want to be blamed for anyone hurting," he said, cupping my cheek and wiping the tears off of it.

"I-I want to go home," I said. I hated being here, I wanted Viv.

"You will soon," and with that, Lucifer stood and made his way out of the interview room.

Soon enough, they let me go and Lucifer drove me home. As he dropped me off he told me he'd be back to pick me up later to help him with something, but to rest first. I was concerned as to what that something was, but I trusted Lucifer, as weird as that sounded. Maybe not entirely, but at least a little.

When I got back in Viv was nowhere to be seen, but she left a note right next to a bag of rice with my phone in it.

Went out with Troy. Be back tomorrow at the latest! Love you! Hope the station wasn't too hard on you.
-V

P.S. I put it in rice for you. DON'T TOUCH IT UNTIL TOMORROW.

I sighed and put the note down, going to my room to change into some simple black skinny jeans and a white hoodie with a blue sleeve and a pink sleeve before hopping into bed and watching Netflix on my laptop as I waited for Lucifer to arrive. I couldn't get my mind off contemplating what his problem could be. Knowing him, it might just be that there's a harem that won't leave him alone, but I don't think he'd consider that his problem.

Honestly, the amount of simps for Lucifer was overwhelming.