Dan frowned at the door in front of him. Slowly, he pulled out his gun, because this was not right.
Behind him, Lucifer got out of the car, even though he had been ordered to sit and stay. Figured that Lucifer could give Trixie instructions like a dog, but the moment it's him, he ignored everything and did what he wanted.
"Oooh, a break in, then?" Lucifer asked, smiling at him.
"Shhhhh, the thief might still be inside and armed."
Lucifer rolled his eyes and nodded. "Yes, well, why bother with your gun? I can't be shot by the little human thief."
Dan rolled his eyes back at his tagger-on. This was supposed to be an easy task to be sent on. A quick checking of a house after a 911 call that someone suspicious was lurking around a house and the owner was afraid they'd try breaking in. Looks like the fear was warranted.
Lucifer opened the door and stepped in without a care in the word, a smile still on his face. He wasn't even being quiet about it.
On one hand, it was a good way of getting the perp to show himself if he was still inside. On the other hand, if he had been human like Dan, he'd likely be shot or stabbed if he ran into anyone.
"Hello? Are there any people here in the house? Police!"
A gun shot rang out and Lucifer spoke right afterwards. "Well, that isn't nice...this was a new suit too."
Another shot rang out.
"Not wearing a bullet proof vest, here. I am bullet proof. But, seriously, a head shot? I said the cops were here, I didn't say I was one of them."
Dan listened to all this as he slowly eased his way closer to where Lucifer was keeping the shooter busy. He sped up a bit when he began to hear screaming. He ended up stopping dead once he turned the corner that led to the house's kitchen because he had seen something he knew he was not supposed to see.
Well, THAT explained a lot.
Lucifer's reluctance to show them his scars from the Fall, even though they knew he still had them. His adamant no about showing them personally, even though none of them were afraid. Why Linda had said it was horrific.
Linda wasn't saying Lucifer's face was horrific because it was terrifying, though it did look very devilish. She said it because it looked that bad.
Lucifer's skin and hair were gone, leaving behind the worst third degree burns he had ever seen. It was all muscle, tendon, tiny bits of bone. His neck and hands were the same kind of burnt. Dan had the sneaking suspicion it covered his entire body and he wondered if the reason why Lucifer loved sex so much was because here on Earth, living in his human appearance, he was actually able to have sex.
It was probably just as bad as he was thinking.
He wondered where the human appearance came from.
"Lucifer!" he called out and the man on the floor with the gun now on the floor in a puddle of what looked like urine screamed again and scrambled back.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" the man whimpered over and over again and Dan rolled his eyes. This was always a job hazard when taking Lucifer anywhere. He had no idea why that face would drive people insane though. He was fine.
He thought he was fine at least...
Lucifer turned to look at him, the human appearance immediately back on by the time he had fully turned around. "Dan..."
"Yeah, come on, time to book this one."
He pulled out his handcuffs, used them on the thief and begun dragging his body back to the car.
At one stage the man must have fainted. Too much for one human mind to take all at once, maybe? He had fainted when he had seen Lucifers wings that first time, after all.
He couldn't get the thought out of his head that God was likely responsible for those horrific full body burns. Either that or Michael. Wasn't Michael the one who did the actual chucking out?
Dan was...really confused.
When he got back to the house to check on the caller, he found a dead body and Lucifer leaning over her.
"Well, at least she got to call the police and we caught the bad guy..." the devil stated, before getting up.
Dan noticed he refused to meet his gaze.
"Yeah. It happens. Come on, back to the station. Nothing much we can do here."
Dan quickly called it in, as Lucifer went back out to the car. As soon as the coroner had arrived, he left.
Lucifer had yet to say another word and, when they reached the station they both stayed in the car for a few silent minutes.
Then Lucifer turned to him, his eyes pleading. "Please don't tell the Detective and Ella."
Dan nodded. "Sure. I'll leave that to you." And he added on a quiet "Does it hurt?"
Lucifer sighed. "Only when the weather is cooler."
Nodding again, Dan opened his door and stepped out of the car. "Okay. For what it's worth man, I'm sorry."
Lucifer closed his eyes and leaned his head back. "Yeah."
Dan left him in the car to mope. He had actual work to do with the thief turned murderer.