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Who: Lucifer, Michael, and Victor Brannigan
What: Little brother is bored so he creeps
When: Thursday
Where: Michael's Police Station
Warnings: Lucifer

After the debacle that was Valentines Lucifer had gone quiet. He very much wanted to scorch every Greek out there, but that would mean admitting Satan was right, and he didn't feel like being gloated over. The fact he'd do the same, was ignored. Instead he'd made his way into the police station his brother worked and when he found his desk had sat behind it.

Mostly, because he could. And he felt like snooping. Michael was probably the single most boring Angel in their Father's entire army, but he had good taste in sweets. And considering Lucifer took it upon himself to keep Michael employed by committing various murders (and various other offenses that never got pinned on him as Hell owned quite a lot of judges and cops) he felt he had a right to take Michael's stash of sweets.

Plus, it had the lovely benefit of annoying Michael. He'd found his way to a box of sweets he was happily devouring and into Michael's computer system (it paid to own a fair few computer geeks who had taught him how to break into most things. Plus Michael's passwords were horrifyingly simple to guess), and was going through a few things. Michael didn't even own a facebook profile he could toy with so he just switched every site he could find to the most gratuitous and shocking porn sites he could find.

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Victor's breath caught in his throat and he shook his head. He didn't understand why he was too afraid to move. All he had to do was head out into the middle of the station house. Surely this man wouldn't do anything with so many witnesses.

...then again, he was the devil.

"I think you should go," he managed to get out, his voice wavering.

"Aw, look, fear. I really don't get that too much anymore." He rolled his eyes. "Saints." He shrugged without offering any more context. He really didn't care if the mortal understood or not.

He laughed to the comment, "right and you're going to make me? Please. I touch you and you'll die of fear. I don't want to go. I want to talk to Michael. He's not here and he's told you about what he is, so it amuses me to have this conversation. Besides," with a shrug he stepped back, "you're mortal. Michael thinks so highly of your stupid kind, but I know better. You all have your price. So therefor I won't kill you. Just prove Michael wrong. You all want wishes. It's one of those things you all dream about. Now you can have all that. No consequences. No price." with a smile he sat on Michael's desk. "Your greatest desire I can make happen."

Victor didn't even know what his greatest desire would be, but he sure as well wasn't going to share it with the devil if he did figure it out.

He found himself at a loss for words, but he was saved by Michael striding into the office with a coffee and then scowling at the appearance of Lucifer.

It took no time at all before he had stepped between Victor and his brother. "What are you doing here, Lucifer?" Michael growled.

"God you're predictable," He offered to his brother. Then he smiled. "I am talking to your mortal pet. I think you scarred him for life telling him about you. And I'm feeling wounded I never get brought up."

He rose from the desk, "I could still kill him. Mortals don't like heat. Always so linear Mikey. But I'm not here for that. I'm bored and Satan's off doing something. Probably talking to Rome. So I came here to visit my favorite brother. Oh and I took your cookies. Do you have more of those?"

"I'll send you some," Michael said, sounding annoyed that his cookies were gone. "How in the world do you expect me to entertain you then?"

Victor just went to sit down, feeling quite overwhelmed at the fact that Lucifer and an archangel were in his office bickering at each other.

He smiled to the tinge of annoyance in Michael's voice. "It's much more fun to steal them. And I don't know. You're boring. Your passwords are horrifyingly simple and you don't even have facebook. Joshua has a facebook for Christ sake. He's going to be upset his favorite uncle can't be friended."

He shrugged and glanced to the mortal with a smile, "go get drunk with me Mikey. Or I can go and keep you helpfully employed. Not that I have to do much. People are losing there hearts around here. You know you should send them some blankets. Worked so well for the conquistadors back in the day." He clicked his fingers at the mortal, "mortal, do you have a facebook? Can't you convince my brother to get one? Try to be more human for all our sakes? How he doesn't blow his cover is beyond me. And that's Heaven's general. How did I lose to you Mikey?"

Victor didn't have a facebook, mostly because he didn't feel it was a good idea in his line of work. Made it much too easy for the people he was tracking to track him down if they wanted to. He didn't know what to say to Lucifer either, so he mumbled something about choices and free will.

Michael arched his brow at Lucifer. "Just because I don't have a facebook doesn't mean I'm not a good general. Did you really come by here to go for a drink?" He would, if that was what Lucifer wanted.

"And to harass you of course. You forget I love you if I don't come to harass you. Scaring the pants of your pet mortal is just a really awesome bonus." He gave a chuckle to that. "look at him, he's all wide eyed and petrified. I really don't get that reaction often enough."

He went to set his arm around Michael's shoulder. "And you're a terrible general because you've only focused on the one thing I rambled about rather then the important bits. Are we taking your pet for drinks too?"

"I heard the rest, I'm just ignoring it," Michael informed his brother. He knew about the heartless corpses, but he didn't want to discuss that with Lucifer. "And no, I don't think he needs a drink."

"The mark of every good leader. Ignoring helpful advice." He glanced to the mortal, "shouldn't make decisions for them Mikey. You know what Father would say to that." he gave a shark toothed smile and nodded at the mortal. "You could use a drink, right mortal. Don't worry, I'm paying as Mikey has no taste in anything. He actually gets rid of that stick up his ass when he's tipsy."

Michael was going to inform Lucifer that his advice had been horrible and unhelpful, but then Lucifer was addressing Victor.

"I have work to do," Victor said, shrinking back a little. He was not going anywhere with the devil, not even if Michael was there.

"Tsk, I could make it not a request but that ends with Mikey getting fussy." He smiled to his brother. "And that's what you stick up for brother. Cowards and thieves. Don't know why you bother. Come Mikey. I do so need a distraction."

Michael arched his brow at Lucifer and he wished so hard that he could show the fallen angel how wrong he was. "I'll see you later, Victor," he said and then he indicated he would follow Lucifer out.

Immediately Victor grabbed his cell to call Kat.

"So will I," he grinned at his brother, "And thanks for the mortal's name. So powerful, names." He winked to the mortal and walked out with with his brother.

Kat, not knowing what had happened, answered with a cheery, "Hi you!"

Victor felt horrible, as he had already given Lucifer not only his first name but his surname as well. Of course it was also on his desk, so even if he hadn't, the devil could have seen it.

He clutched his phone, feeling utterly numb to what had just happened. "Kat," he whispered. "Lucifer was here."

That stopped her short, feeling a vague and utterly nameless fear. It took ehr a moment to find air, "Oh God. You're okay, right? Where are you?"

"I'm at work," he reassured her quickly, since he realised he had done a poor job of that so far. "And I'm not hurt. He- He came to annoy Michael. Asked me if I wanted to make a deal and then invited me to go drinking. I feel...not very good."

"Yeah. Me too," it didn't take very long to get out of work from her side. Hecate was remarkably understanding, and just a bit worried herself.

"Okay," Kat gave after a moment. "Had to get out of my shift. I'll be there in fifteen." She had no intentions of having him deal with this alone. Even if she had to sit with him during the rest of his shift. "Just, talk if you want."

The idea of Kat coming anywhere near a building Lucifer had just come into and might be returning to caused his heart to seize up. "No!" he said, more loudly that he meant to. "I...I mean, I can meet you at the diner across the street? I don't want to be here any more. They'll let me go."

The forceful answer had made her frown, but his other words relaxed her. She was part afraid, and part deathly worried. "Okay, if you're sure you'd rather not have a place where we can talk privately?" A diner wasn't very helpful at calming someone down, and she wasn't sure how social she'd be right now.

Victor thought for a moment as he stood and gathered his things. "No...no you're right. We should go somewhere else. I just don't want you here. Not-not because of you. Should...should we go to my place?"

"I know," she didn't think he'd push her away from his work because of her. "Yes. I'm on my way there. We can keep talking and don't drive okay? I'm not very far."

"I'll leave my car and get a taxi," he assured her. "I can be there in ten minutes."

He had indeed continued to talk to her as he travelled, but once he was in the taxi, he had had to change the topic to innocuous things. When he reached his house he let himself in and once he was safely inside the warded door, he leaned against the wall and slid down it.

She was glad he didn't drive. He didn't sound like he'd be in the right state for it. Neither was she. She'd rambled whatever had come into her mind while she went to his place, only ending the call then.

She let herself in and closed the door, not saying anything but sitting down beside him and setting her arms around him. She was happy he was okay, at least physically, but she wouldn't deny her own fear and panic either.

The moment her arms were around him, he leaned into her. "Thanks for coming," he said softly. He felt half stupid for being panicked, and half like he wasn't panicking enough. He had just spoken to the actual devil.

"He knows my name," Victor whispered, suddenly shivering.