I haven't always been the biggest fan of playing a board game, the last I played one of them was in my youth when I was at least ten years old, but it somehow made sense for me to agree to play one with Trixie. Oh, and Lucifer as well. That is how I ended up on the floor of Lucifer's penthouse with Trixie and him playing monopoly. Bedazzled in a heap of pink glitter, unicorn headband, alongside a questionable amount of pink related clothing.

With a love heart strawberry flavoured lollipop in hand I skipped back to the game, plopping myself back down in the space I left beside Lucifer, and I plaster on a wide innocent smile, his mischievous eyes never quite leaving mine as Trixie's unaware of the way I nudged my head on his shoulder. She chose her character to use on the board itself. " I will be the Cat, cause kitty cats are the cutest and they remind me of you, trix." I chose the silvered, moulded, hard plastic cat while hopping her nose to make my point. " You wanna know why? Cause cats are adorable but can be feisty. Just like you."

" You are so funny, Betty. You are the funniest girl I know!" Trixie giggled, her laughter blended into the soft crackle and chips of the fire raging in the pit next to us, still deciding what she should decide to be. " What should I be, Betty? You can choose mine! It's so okay! I'll be happy with what you choose for me." She stated, childish elation in how she expressed her feelings of me choosing for her and trusting me, which I leaned forward to tickle her which in turn she let out a boisterous laugh. " Betty! Stop that tickles!"

Lucifer chuckled, relishing in how I am attacking my little sister with a wave of tickles, and then he released an 'Oh!' Picking a thimble. " Ah! I have a good choice of what I want to be. I'll have this as mine! The tiny shot glass!" He declared, giving it a completely different name to what it actually is. I take the lollipop out of my mouth staring at him pointedly. He doesn't know that is a thimble? He is the devil and isn't aware of the simplest of little details of a board game that's been around since a time before I was born. Wow.

" That's a thimble, Luc."

" A what?" He sputtered. " I want to conquer the real estate market, not mend socks."

" You seriously didn't know that is a thimble?"

I accused, this time both of my eyebrows are right up your my hairline in fascination to how he was not aware of a thimble and what it looks like, and he scoffed retracting his statement with a further stutter. " You, the devil, not knowing what a little thimble is." I enter a laughing fit rolling over on my back. Trixie copied my laughter, though her's more infectious than mine so it doubled my loud laugh. Lucifer grumbled, he sounded as if he was an embarrassed toddler muttering indiscreetly.

" How about you be the shoe, Lucifer?" Asked a recovering, from her laughing fit, Trixie. " Shoes are, like, the best! If Betty can be the cat then you can be the shoe!"

" Please. I am not a shoe. Clearly, I'm a top hat. So come on, hand it over.. please." Lucifer added the 'please' noticing how I am watching him, he knew now to be more polite with how he spoke to others especially the kids around us since I spoke to him about it, and pleased he remembered that I feel my cheeks rise as my smile grows bigger at him. " See? I can be nice to the little Shi.. sweetie pie, Darling."

" You want it? It's going to cost you!"

Trixie bargains, trying to finesse Lucifer, and my lips are sealed as I knew she is going to ask for a bunch of real money from him. Not in monopoly dollars. So I watch as her little brown eyes begin to light up, counting on her innocent face to get what she wanted. I respect her hustle. " Oh, name your price then, urchin." Lucifer said, while he is shuffling the easy to rip fake purple money, and I snorted.

" What is the joke you are laughing at? I don't think I've said anything relatively hilarious, darling."

" Oh, I'm not talking fake money." Trixie corrects him. " the real deal, Lucifer."

" She's got you there, Luc."

" Silence, Ellie. You knew she was going to ask all along, didn't you?"

" Maybe. Maybe not."

~•~

It's highly inappropriate to be smiling at a crime scene, much less the one of a murderer woman to be precise, but I couldn't keep the smile off of my face ever since last night.

The game of monopoly, though disastrous for multiple reasons to do with Lucifer being a sore loser that involved him to let loose a slew of loop holed swear words he taught Trixie to do, turned out to be fun. Something that felt foreign and lost. I lingered my eyes openly on the promise ring, lucifer bought for me, to which I still had to process be gifted me a thoughtful piece of art.

" Okay, you see this victim, she is Boring.

" Boring? How?" I snapped out of the haze I was in. " That's a bit inappropriate... ignore me, I am forgetting who I am talking to. Like I always do." My head shakes, thinking all these investigations lucifer would learn now to keep his smart assed retorts on his tongue, and my eyes take in the girl sprawled on the couch.

" Please, humour me. Tell me how it is she is boring? Now I'm curious 'bout what you have to say."

" First of all. Generic art work, dull clothes, beige furniture... even her fruit bowl is so tragically safe and colourless! This whole this is a disaster! One after another, Darling. No mangoes, no Papayas. Not even a measly avocado!"

He profiled the girls living according to his 'Vital' consultation and it's safe to say I actually had to agree on that one. He is right. There is barely a single wash on colour in this whole entire estate, it's lost any trace of what you can call a home. But I couldn't say it out loud and say he's correct or that would get me written up. " it's absolutely preposterous, if you ask me."

" The victims name is Kim Jones. She is twenty-nine and a computer engineer. We have ran a full background check, but we couldn't find anything noteworthy." Uncle Dan noted, coming to where lucifer and I are standing a few steps from Miss Jones's corpse on the expensive couch she was on with her head cracked wide open oozing blood off her forehead, tasking me with searching the note he wrote of her name and date of death. Ella did a soft sigh, sympathetic of the woman's death like she did feel for each vic we had to witness, and I listen to her softly mumble to Kim's body.

" A fellow nerd. I'm sure you're in a better place."

" Even if she's in the worse place it'd be far more interesting than this." Complained Lucifer, he did one swift of his eyes over the entire house again.

" Because this poor lady? Definitely a shoe." Oh, gosh. This is about how he was chosen to have a shoe as his monopoly figure. Seriously? I think, clicking my pen back into the titanium casing of the pen itself, tucking my notepad back under my armpit. " A shoe! That is what she is!"

" Do you have any idea what he's talking about, Ellie, honey?" Uncle Dan questioned, thinking he would be use to and conditioned to be sensitised to Lucifer's strangeness, looking to me for a good reason for his whining. I cockily smiled, thinking it's a good time for me to tease Lucifer, and uncle Dan voiced his confusion.

" Why are you smiling like that, Ellie? What is funny?"

" The other night I took Trixie to Lucifer's and we played a game of monopoly. Trixie said Lucifer.. is a shoe. He mistook a thimble for a shot glass." I laughed after recalling the memory, again, and I thought it was so hilarious how offended Lucifer became. The devil being called a shoe. He grunts, not correcting me as he let me laugh at his pain of being compared to a piece of footwear, and he did a tiny shove to my arm. Not hard enough for him to actually move me. " You gotta admit, Luc. It was funny!" I giggled more which cause it turn into a loud as hell snort.

" Ella, What caused her death?"

" Uh, BABFT."

I've got to learn my acronyms and fast because I haven't heard of that one before. I stare at Ella, waiting for her to describe it.

" Uh, it means big ass blunt force trauma to the head. It's something I came up with right on the spot. The uh Murder weapon's missing, but.. we're looking for something small and compact, surprisingly heavy for its size." She digresses into the details, taking the time to pass a second of her time, and frowns as if to remember a memory. " Kinda like my aunt Rosalita."

" I wish Amenadiel were here so he could see what boring actually looks like."

Amenadiel. It's been a couple of months since he and I last had seen another. He's been.. distant. Staying away from me. I don't know why he is choosing to do that. I can't remember the last time I got to actually talk to him. I've left him messages he never responds back to. Always on delivered. He's an angel, that doesn't know how to work a device such as touch screen phones, so I didn't expect less from him. I miss him. Badly.

" Speaking of which, Darling. My dear brother is wanting to know if you could spare some of your time today for a little reunion! He's been asking about you nonstop these last two days. Mind you I haven't seen or heard him ever ask about a girl as much as he's been for you." Lucifer turned to his left, while he is taking about Amenadiel to me cause of how close he'd moved to stand right at my side even I hadn't noticed it, offence within a couple of seconds that it took for him to say those things. " Can you believe he said I'm Boring? It is truely absurd. I am far from boring! Far from it!"

" Oh, I don't know, Monopoly. Doesn't really sound like a game the old lucifer would ever play. That is all I am saying." My uncle said, he is the best at baiting lucifer since the first day they met in the last few years we've worked with him and it worked, pretending to think. " And I have to say.. you have become a bit more.. how should I say... more Normal." I keep lucifer from thinking of doing anything irrational, maintaining my hand on his left side of his chest, as he said 'How dare you'. We got to stay focus on the case here.

" Okay, okay. Back up, Luc. Let's just focus on the crime scene and then later on you whine about it. Alright?"

" Crime scene Selfies? Really? Classy move." Said Ella, her voice reverence for the young woman's death being used as backdrop for the roommates instagram page aesthetic, and I scoffed. There is nothing more I despise than inconsideration of a deceased person being treated with no respect or regard. Ella decided she wanted to use Spanish to hide her curse words which I could understand to a degree with basic understanding of 'Bitch' and a simple 'Idiot'. I sighed, staring at the roommate.

" That is Esther. Our victims Roommate. She was the one to have found the body when she came home from partying."

" Well what is such a dynamic young lady doing living with a Kim? Never the mind I will be the.. Actually. I retract that. She seems to just fine on her own. "

Lucifer, correcting himself on his own accord from going through with his usual routine of flirting with the roommates, said which floored me. I even visibly stared at him in puzzlement as I narrowed my eyes while snapping them back to Esther and I tap her on the shoulder.

" Excuse me but you aren't allowed to take photos at the crime scene, ma'am." I explain, pointing to her phone. " If you could please erase those pictures, I would appreciate that, thank you."

" Oh, sorry. Does that mean I can't take a photo with the handsome cop..?" Esther asked, a flutter of her false extended eyelashes that flitter with an expressive flirty smile on her face, and I open my mouth to say the automatic reply I've reserved to the witnesses who flirt with lucifer. He beats me to it, responding to her.

" Much as that sounds enticing, my dear, I fear I am already spoken for. No pictures I am afraid. I apologise if that makes you feel sad, it's not the intention I've intended to make you feel, but that is my final decision. No pictures with this devil, I am sorry!"

Esther, her eyes trained on Lucifer and then she switched her gaze onto me, releasing an 'Uh' as I continued to stare in perplexity with my brain on the highest possible level of confusion.

" I meant him. Not you, why would I like take a photo with a married man? I have standards you know. Your wife is right there, you asshole."

Esther motions to my uncle, even surprising him that he is called handsome by an attractive girl, with her phone.

I stammered over my words from shock. Wife? Oh. She thinks lucifer and I are married. The ring. Of course. It would cause assumptions. I blushed as Esther did a judgemental glare on lucifer, with a contemplative tone in her scoff, nose stuck high in the air passing her phone to me strutting over to uncle Dan to pose for a photo shoot moment.

" You, totes, deserve better than someone who is so flirty with their significant other next to them. Girl. I'm sorry you have to, like, deal with that."

Going back on to the original question I wanted to ask, disregarding her initial assessment even if it's shockingly sweet how she came to my defence that quickly thinking lucifer is trying to cheat on me, I scratched my neck. Uncle Dan is processing the whole interaction differently, bewildered she thought I am Lucien's wife. " Were you, and Kim, close? At all? You don't seem to upset she's gone or that you found her dead in your home." She is either bad at conveying her feelings of grief or it's a typical case of she doesn't care for things such as a death happening in her own house. Strange.

" Nah. I don't spend much time here. Obviously. Besides, me and Kim? Totally different squads. Kim followed more people than followed her, if you know what I mean."

I don't take time to use instagram or forms of any social media platforms. I rarely use or post on my account for instagram. The only people who are in my friends, who follow me, are lucifer and two others. Maze and Rebecca. There isn't a use for it in my life. In my mind it's a toxic place to be on. I shook my head, lightly. Esther is a stereotypical, every day, influencer. It seems she cared more for her appearances than the real life standards that she had expectations for. I had hoped she would be more sympathetic but I guess that was wishful thinking on my behalf and should know Better.

" Can you think of anyone who'd want her dead?"

" I don't think anyone wanted much of anything from Kim."

" Okay, well, from where I stand right here and I am looking around... there are no signs of break and enter. No break ins. No struggles or marks that indicate there was a big fight put up by her. That's a classic example of the killer was known. That Kim knew her killer." I bluntly examined, a pause for the dramatic effect I've learned over the time I've been around Lucifer sanctimoniously of his own words 'it's way more fun to be dramatic than to be bland and bore people with the use of boring words', and Lucifer himself noticed it first. He teasingly grins. " So if you can think of anyone or anything who might want to hurt her.."

" She did get into a yelling match, last night. She was on her phone for, like, so long. But I assume that was with the Thai delivery place."

Thai delivery? She was arguing with a delivery person possibly? I slowly nod. " What time... was the argument?"

" Uh, I'll tell you if you hand me back my phone." I mumbled an apology, giving her the phone back while also reminding myself to ask for her phone number in the case she will have anymore points of interest that could help us with the case, as she started up talking again. " I was getting ready to go out, and I totally remember the photo i had of myself that I uploaded! There! I had a Kombucha martini!"

Kombucha? Martini? I blinked. 'Huh. I don't understand the hype of Kombucha.' In the photo captured I looked for signs, landmarks, or a tagged restaurant instagram features writing an article of different dot points for references. As I try not to judge her for drinking that martini. The wonderful thing about preferences is we all have a difference in taste buds. " Right. Well.. thanks, for the information, we'll trace the call back to its last place it dialled at the time."

" You don't mind if I post about this? How I am totes helping a police investigation?"

I clank the pen on my nose squinting my eyes at the question. Keep cool, El. Keep it cool.

The last known call came from a place called Top meet, a dating app headquarters for the fabulous single humans in Los Angeles to find the love of their lives in this pretentious city of fake people, and I hated to admit it but the place had quite the unique trait to it. I've heard bad stories, of many time a dating app has been used to commit a lot of crimes to lure in those unfortunate enough to encounter the one man or women who wanted to hurt the said person, so I am reluctant about the idea of visiting this place. But here I am walking up the stairs to the second level of the building. I had lucifer beside me, he is checking the place in and out for the suppose 'Thai delivery place'.

" This is an odd Thai restaurant, Don't you think? I don't smell the delicious scent of Thai cuisine."

" Because it isn't a restaurant, Luc. This is 'Top-meet'. An exclusive dating app you have to be, like, recommended and it's super exclusive. It seems you have to meet some bunch, a lot of, different criteria and even go through this like interview just to create an account."

" Well, then why would our victim be arguing with someone here?" Lucifer points out, the ring of desk phones blared loud in my eardrum with a big thank you to my sensitive hearing. While it didn't bother me it did become overstimulating to really put my focus back on the task at hand of finding the owner of this building. " This clearly is a place for people and top hats just like the two of us, Ellie. Wouldn't you agree with that?"

" I'd never sign up for a site as pretentious as this app, Luc."

It enlightened me how he thought that high of myself and it's almost flattering. I'd thank him but I am distracted by the trending, flashing, lights which hung off the high beams. 'I'll admit. These lights are pretty awesome, that is all I have to say about this place. Nothing else.'

Plastered in a digital art form of a Home Page wallpaper, that is mounted on a television screen, a conventional but decently attractive man in his late thirties is stuck on a repeated slideshow. He has dark eyes, a scruffier sharper beard that is richer in colour to Lucifer's own, and had that is in a slick back. " Ah, hello. A fellow kindred souls. This interesting young fellow and I, wouldn't you say?" The screen switches to a magazine cover of Mack Slater, The self proclaimed date app king I had to snort at the audacity of the title he given on his own free will, and watched Lucifer's face as he read more of the digital copy of the cover.

" Apparently he thinks he's the all high, mighty, king of dating it says."

" Journalistic hyperbole, clearly."

I hum, while I pretend to listen to the excuse he made for his own antiquity title being taken by a mundane human man, and he puffed his jacket. " Can I help you?" I turned around, coming face to face with Mack slater himself in a casual formal suit made up of a blue Hawaiian shirt he paired up to match his black and blue get up suit. " Mack Slater, I'm the CEO. If you are here for the selection interview, I spare you." Mack stated, while practically staring at me in admiration for a long minute that I've experienced in my life, as he put his hand out taking mine to shake for the first time. " I created TopMeet for people exactly like you."

I smiled, probably a little too hard. I hated to admit, to myself, that his compliment had me feeling egoistical.

" Ah, Well, thank you very much." Lucifer, used to the shameless flirting of different walks of life he'd gotten in the many years of his immortality driven one, made a charmed smile stretch on his lips. Mack blankly stared at Lucifer, which made the devil seem taken aback that he didn't get an answer from the obvious flattery he assumed he'd gotten, and huffed when Mack answered.

" I was talking about this gorgeous girl, here. You are exactly my type."

His type? He says?

I think I will have some fun today. He did a polite kiss, on my hand, keeping eye contact. Then that is when he did a double take on the ring on my finger. He respectfully put my hand down.

" I mean the app. You are the exact type of girl I created the app for and it seems like it has worked. Did you and your husband, here, meet on my app?"

Lucifer reacted by doing a casual slip of his arm over and around my waist, going along with the act of us being in a marriage.

" A bit on the nose there, aren't we, Mack? As you can see, my.. wife here is quite the polite woman who is too kind to turn down the likes of a man, of your stature and status, cause she doesn't like nor does she tolerate confrontation. But I happen to do."

My first reaction is to cover my left sided cheek, after I could sense the blood quicken up to the flesh of my face to form a blush, and Lucifer tightened a hand on my waist. Those electric sparks are back.

" We're actually here for a different interview."

" There's been a murder. And the.. victim called in, to this company, as the last call they made and we think it's to someone in your building."

My phone chirped with a notification. I checked my pocket, Lucifer hadn't let me go not once after I thought the whole act would tire him, and then I feel both eyebrows raise showing Lucifer what I was sent. We both share the same face expression at the image.

" Well, Well, Well. Most interesting bachelor you are, Indeed."

'This just got more interesting'

JASMINE SPEAKS;

I wonder why Amenadiel has been distancing or not talking to Ellie.

Do you have your theories of why you think he's been avoiding her? For all of those months he has been doing? I'd like to hear your thoughts on what you think is the reason for him avoiding her. Could it be guilt? Or something else?

What do you think of Lucifer's... Changes?

Why he's acting all weird and affectionate? With Ellie again? What song do you think it's theirs..?

I loved writing that little scene of her with Trixie. I promise there will be way more scenes with her once the fourth season comes around.