The scent of whiskey and bourbon floated through the air at Lux. Drafting from every angle of the club, through the provocative dancers and up to the Devil himself. A cup of the latter pressed to the lips of devilish man. He eyed his nightclub questioningly. Something was wrong.

He concentrated, trying to figure out what is wrong. Everything was right and yet it felt wrong.

"What is your problem?" Maze said taking Lucifer's bourbon and succeeding in making him jump. "You're jumpy." Maze spite with disgust, downing the bourbon.

"Does something not feel right to you?" Lucifer asked with his eyes not leaving the crowd gathered on the floor. A waiter passed by and Maze put the glass on his tray.

"Refill." Maze looks at the crowd and then toward the prince of darkness. "The only thing that doesn't feel right is the devil being jumpy in his own club. Now if you excuse me. I have a new bartender to experiment with." Lucifer questioned his emotions. Why was he feeling like this? It was just an ordinary Friday night. Tomorrow will be an ordinary Saturday morning. He will meet up with the detective, solve a murder, try to persuade her to have sex with him, and then come home again for another night alone to watch over his club. Just an ordinary week in the life of the Devil; however, next week is a different story.

Lucifer spun around in Chloe's chair that Saturday morning. The childish activity was entertaining to the grown child. It helped him clear his mind as he waited for the detective to come in. The stress of killing his brother, Uriel, last month was starting to wear him down to just his horns. Why did he do that? Why didn't he just give Uriel mother? Or why didn't he let Uriel kill Chloe? All these questions and the Lightbringer was having problems answering all of them. Well, no he wasn't. He knew the answer. He cared for them. He made the deal with his father to save Chloe because he genuinely cared about her and her offspring. He didn't bring his mother down to hell because he wanted to get to know his mother again. Why did he care? What made him care in the first place? Why was the spinning chair not clearing his mind like it did before? A cough to clear a throat was heard from the opposite desk. Lucifer stopped mid-spin. A lovely grin gracing his face as he made eye contact with the beauty. "Hello Detective. How was your morning?" Chloe gave the man child a small grin as she inspected the scene in front of her.

"Can guarantee not as good as yours." Chloe joked before pushing Lucifer slightly out of the way to gain entry to her desk. She bent over to pull out a case file from the drawer. Lucifer assessed the woman from behind. A small cocky grin coming to his face as he thought of all the things he would do to her. That is if she would let him.

"You know Detective, if you wanted to role play I could cuff you right now. It seems you have been naughty and need to be punished." Lucifer teased. He waited for the rejection that would soon follow. Chloe grabbed the correct file and stood up with a smile on her face. Maybe it wasn't coming th...

"If I wanted to role play. I would just shoot you. With my gun. Remember. " Chloe replied looking at Lucifer before turning her attention back to the folder. A concentrated look formed on her face. Lucifer watched her hesitantly and wondered what she was thinking about. It was a common occurrence to want to know what was going on in the gears of Chloe's mind. What makes Chloe tick? What will get Chloe to give in? "Do you remember the Trophy Wife crime from three weeks ago?"

Lucifer could recall such a crime. The woman murdered had a nice rack on her, how could he forget. It had to be a sin to have those and be with an 80 year-old husband. What would he do with them? Bit into them with his dentures? "Yes, I can recall."

Detective Decker pulled a coffee mug to her face as she put the file down for Lucifer to view. "Remember how the drugs in her body was from her own stash of prescription pills?" Lucifer nodded waiting to see where the detective would go with this. The case was deemed a suicide. "Well it occurred to me last night. What if she didn't kill herself?" Lucifer looked a little baffled.

"We saw the suicide note." Lucifer quipped. Has the detective lost her mind? The case was shut. They could move on. Maybe move on to the fact that she didn't button her shirt as much as she usually did.

"Lucifer, focus." Chloe said pulling him out of the daze."You said it yourself at the scene. How did a young female like her get anything from a man of his age? Other than money, he didn't have much. What if she had an affair to keep the other part of her happy?" Lucifer found his mind jumping from scenario to scenario. It would make sense for the wife to have an affair, but it wouldn't make sense for the lover to kill the woman he loved. "The doctor that prescribed her the pills said she has mixed up her medication before. What if he gave her something that would kill her if she overdosed on it?" Lucifer shook his head. That made no sense. What would be the doctor's motive? "I'm sorry, maybe I shouldn't have gone off a hunch from a dream."

Lucifer cast a quick look at Chloe. "This happened in a dream?" Chloe nodded before closing the folder.

"This was stupid. Forget it. We were probably right the first time." Chloe apologized about to put the folder back in the drawer. Lucifer looked up at the sky and shook his head.

"It's not stupid. In fact I think we should pay another visit to the doctor." Lucifer concluded. Chloe looked at him like he was crazy.

"Lucifer, it was just a dream." Chloe added. Lucifer shook his head, took a final spin in the chair, and stood up.

"Let's go Detective." Lucifer commanded. Like a little confused duckling she followed. Why couldn't it be this easy to get her to sleep with him?