"So, what do we have today?" Clive asked as he approaches Ravi, Liv, and the dead body they were surrounding.

"A murder, but it was obviously moved," Liv said.

"What makes you think that?" Clive asked sarcastically. They were on a barge in the port of Seattle, the dead body was surrounded by police tape and cargo boxes.

"Strangled to death. The bruises around the neck indicate large hands, so probably a man. He looks like he's been dead for a couple of days, but I can't know how many for sure until we have an autopsy," Ravi said

"Okay," Clive said, "I'll go see if they're done taking pictures. Also, Liv..."

Ravi smiled and looked at Liv. "I hope you like sea food," he said, finishing Clive's thought.

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Ravi and Liv finished the autopsy, so now Ravi was spinning in a chair boredly while Liv was in the other room eating brain chowder. They were waiting for Clive to come back to the morgue with the barges shipping records. "You know," Ravi said, " Gaston was roughly the size of a barge. Maybe he's the murderer."

"Well, Gaston is incredibly strong. He would be able to strangle people easily," Liv said.

"And if the victim and Gaston got into a strangle off, no one has a neck as thick as Gaston, so he would win."

"For there's no one as burly and brawny, as you see he's got biceps to spare. Not a bit of him's scraggly or scrawny, and every last inch of him is covered in hair."

"You know, in the new remake, I know a way better person to play Belle then Emma Watson. The person with the best skin and hair ever, Mister Donald Trump," Ravi said jokingly.

With the words 'Donald Trump', Liv spiraled into a vision. Through her eyes, she was walking down a side walk at night and she approached a red star on the floor. It said 'Donald Trump' on it. The person she was in her vision laughed. 'Like he deserves that,' the masculine voice of the now dead victim said. Suddenly large hands clasped around the throat, choking Liv through the vision. That's when she snapped out of it.

"Did your dead guy ever meet Donald Trump? " Ravi asked. "Was it an assassination attempt?" He was now sitting across from Liv at the table in the morgue's kitchen.

"No," Liv said, "He was in front of a Donald Trump star when he was getting choked. It looked like it was in the walk of fame."

"Like, the walk of fame in Los Angeles? He has a star?" Ravi asked.

"I don't know," Liv said. Ravi went over to the morgue's computer and started looking up if Donald Trump really has a star.

Just then, Clive came in unnoticed by the medical examiners. "Five days ago the barge was in Los Angeles," He said, catching the others' attentions. "How long was the body dead?" he asked.

"Approximately five days," Ravi answered.

"I had a vision of being choked in front of the Hollywood walk of fame," Liv said.

"Did you see the choker?" Clive asked. Liv looked at Clive in a way that basically said 'you know the answer'.

"Are we going to Los Angeles?" Ravi asked.

"I could request a temporary transfer, but we should probably just give the case to the LAPD," Clive said.

"But I could give them valuable insight on the case that they won't get anywhere else," Liv argued.

"Yeah, and if we hand off the case, we hand off the dead body, which for no reason is missing a brain. It won't look the best coming from the town currently being accused of having zombies in it," Ravi said.

"Good point, I'll go file a request. But you two are our best medical examiners, I don't think we can take both of you to Los Angeles."

"Then just take Liv," Ravi said. "She's the one with the visions. Besides, I have a cure to work on."

Liv smiled. "Thanks, Ravi. I should make a documentary about you. I'll call it 'Chakrabarti'!" Liv said, moving her hands in front of her as she said Chakrabarti.

"See, she even has film brain. Perfect for Los Angeles," Ravi said.

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Chloe was listening to someone on the phone at her desk while Lucifer sat on the desk and played with the stapler. "Okay, thank you," Chloe said and hung up the phone. "Lucifer, we've been assigned to work on a case with a detective and medical examiner from Seattle. We have to go pick them up from the airport an hour."

"Ooo, Seattle. Do you think they'll bring rain back to California? It's hotter than Hell down here, and that's not an easy feat," Lucifer said.

"Can you try to be less... Lucifer... for the guest police officers?"

"Maybe I should drink Starbucks and listen to Nirvana. I'll fit in perfectly!"

"Just be yourself, but not too much," Chloe said.

"Don't worry so much Detective, Seattle loves me. I once met Sturgill Simpson there," Lucifer said. He put the stapler down and got off of Chloe's desk. "We should get going. LA traffic."

"Yeah," Chloe said and grabbed her keys off of the desk. Her and Lucifer were off to the airport.