"You said you had one of the victims in custody?" Chloe asked, looking over the case file. She'd just been assigned to work on the prostitution case and there really wasn't much to go on so far. No wonder they needed her help. "She's not saying anything?"
"He," Dan corrected, "And no, I don't think he feels comfortable with anyone here so he's kind of shut down. Though I'm not surprised; you should look over his medical records, he's had some shit happen to him and that's just what we can identify. He's got dozens of scars we can't figure out and he won't mention them." He grabbed one of the files and gave it to Chloe, wincing at her horrified face as she saw the first page of photos. The deep, wing-like scars on his back we by far the worst. He had a brand on his hip and a smaller one on his neck along with nearly a hundred different scars from cuts that happened over his life and never healed properly. "He's in detox right now, he's got some heavy addictions on top of it all. Alcohol, coke, pain pills, the works of it. The medical team is still trying to figure out how to fix all the internal damage from that stuff."
Chloe nodded, tracing the scars pictured on his back. "His name is Lucifer? Is that a code name or something?"
"We don't know. That's all he gave us and it matched the collar he was wearing. We suspect it was a code name of some sort, but now it's all he answers to." Dan shrugged.
"Any clues on how long he was with these people?"
"Not a clue. Probably a decent chunk of his life. The medical team says some of the scars are from at least ten or more years ago. And he's only in his thirties, so there's a possibility he was taken there as a kid."
Chloe shook her head. "God, that's so fucked up. Do you think I could talk to him? I know you guys haven't had any success, but maybe I can help him know he's safe here if nothing else."
"Sure, he's in interrogation room seven right now, we don't really have anywhere good to put him so he's just been staying in there."
"No wonder he doesn't like it here," Chloe grumbled, "You locked him in a room that's an over glorified cell. Can you bring him in here?"
Dan shook his head. "He's been violent with some of the nurses and another detective. We can't risk letting him out until we're sure he's not a danger to anyone or himself. And you'll need to leave all weapons behind as well, he wrestled a gun out of Detective Addison's hands and almost shot him."
"Right," Chloe sighed, "I'll go in there and talk to him then. Thanks, Dan."
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"I don't want to answer any more questions."
Chloe raised an eyebrow as she stepped into the interrogation room, case file in hand. "Sounds like you haven't answered any so far, I think that's required in order to answer more of them."
Lucifer coughed a laugh, not moving from his spot sitting in the corner, knees tucked against his chest.
"I'm not here to ask questions, Lucifer. I just got assigned to the case and I thought I'd come to say hello. We're going to be seeing quite a bit of each other in the coming weeks so I thought it'd make sense if we got to know each other a bit." She moved to sit a few feet away from him on the floor. "Is this okay?"
Lucifer nodded. "I thought you weren't going to ask any questions. That was a question."
"Fair enough," Chloe smiled at him, "Do you want to ask me anything? I want you to be comfortable with me being here."
"What do you desire?"
"What?" That caught Chloe off-guard. She should answer though, it was only fair. "Um, to be a good cop I guess? A good mom to my daughter. To take down the bastard that did all of this to you."
Lucifer shook his head and scooted forward and looked her deep in the eyes. "What do you /desire/? More than anything in this world what is it that you want?" He cupped her chin gently, cocking his head to the side.
"I- I don't..." Chloe sighed, "I'm not sure I don't know what I want."
Lucifer nodded, satisfied. "Some people don't. So you have a daughter? Are you married then?"
"I'm not married. Divorced actually, from Detective Dan. We have a daughter together. Her name is Trixie."
Lucifer nodded solemnly. "Ahn Detective Douche. I can see why you left him."
Chloe had to stifle a laugh. "Detective Douche? How'd he earn that nickname?"
"Came in here and demanded I tell him everything about the ring. As if I actually know all the details. I didn't run the thing. I don't even know who did." Lucifer sighed. "I'm really not trying to be uncooperative you know, I just don't know the answers. I don't know any names -hell, I don't even know MY name anymore- and I don't remember any faces. I can't help with your investigation. I'm sorry."
"Lucifer.." Chloe smiled gently, taking his hand. "It's alright. You're here and you're safe, that's all that matters. Don't worry about anything. I'll take care of it, okay? I promise."
Lucifer smiled gently. "Thank you, Chloe."