A/N:Holy crap you guys; 67 follows, 37 favorites, and 12 reviews. If it wasn't for all you readers, writing would not be this much fun. Now, moving on, there's a moment at the beginning of the last scene that refers to something floating around the internet that I did not create but did use as inspiration. I strongly advise you to look it up, it's amazing. Also enjoy the fluff because it's going to get ugly soon.

Since having the rather ugly and witness filled argument with Maze Lucifer had been spending most of his time with his detective, both at work and at her home because the last thing he wanted to deal with was the public or the demon right now.

"Lucifer, are you even paying attention to anything I'm saying?" Detective Decker barked from the other side of the dead woman lying face down in the dirt behind a tree at the park.

He spun around, "Yes, yes. Woman murdered, shot in back, very sad, boo-hoo but have you seen what she was carrying?" Excitement evident he whipped back around and watched the male officer sift through the items, "Amphetamines, prophylactics, the knickers she's obviously not wearing, and a bottle of bottom shelf liquor. She's like a Tuesday night gone rogue."

"A little respect for the dead girl would be nice," Chloe griped, finally standing.

"She's dead, she won't mind," he replied offhandedly and looked back to the new officer who was trying to hide a laugh. "He gets it! Officer-" he trailed off looking at his nametag. "Murphy?" His expression brightened, a coy smile on his lips. "I do love the Irish." The man instantly blushed and began coughing, the Devil watching him with amusement.

Chloe walked up to the pair and grabbed Lucifer's arm to jerk him away. "If you're done making googly-eyes at the new officer I need to talk to you."

"No need to be jealous love, you can have me anytime you want," he purred, stepping closer and flashing her the small seductive smile that was meant for only her, his dark gaze shifting from her eyes to her mouth.

"Tempting as that it," she replied sarcastically. "Can you do me a huge favor?"

His smile only grew, "I did you a huge favor last night. A few of them actually."

It was so hard sometimes to get this man to focus and it was infuriatingly difficult to not respond when he was wearing that cocky little grin and saying things like that. More than a few times a day she had to remind herself that she was a homicide detective in her thirties, not a teenager after prom. She couldn't even stay mad at him when he was staring down at her so affectionately. With a roll of her eyes and a small smile she walked back towards the body. "Forget it, I'll do it later."

Lucifer watched her curiously and followed after her but based of her relaxed demeanor he supposed it couldn't have been too important. Waiting to see what they were going to do next for the case and staring unabashedly at Chloe he barely noticed the new arrival.

"Morningstar, surprised you're here today."

He turned with a tight smile, stuffing his hands in his pockets to not strangle the other man. "Oh? And why is that Detective Douche?"

Dan walked right up next to him and eyed the body as he responded smugly, "I thought you'd be laying low after that video popped up of you assaulting a woman at your club."

A few officers turned slowly at the comment and Chloe frowned deeply, peeling off her rubber gloves and looking at Lucifer. "What video? What happened?"

It took more self-control that he thought he had to not punch the Douche in the face, repeatedly. "Maze and I had a disagreement."

"So you choked her out?" Dan scolded. "That's no way to treat a lady."

"Neither is fornicating with another while in the confines of marriage Daniel," he rebuked. He had tried, really tried. Well maybe not that much but he had attempted to be somewhat cordial with the man to not put stress on his detective or the offspring but he made it so difficult. He just kept pushing and pushing and one day very soon he was going to get bit. Did the man have selective memory; did he not remember what he could do to him?

Dan's eyes narrowed as he turned to fully face Lucifer, standing a hair closer than polite. "I've learned my lesson. You though, you get into an argument and reach across the counter to choke out a woman while you yell at her? I wish she'd press charges so I could throw your ass in jail."

"She's not a person!" Lucifer growled, itching to maim him.

"So you don't think women are people huh?" Detective Espinoza announced loudly.

Chloe stuffed her arms between them and pushed them apart, well pushed Dan away seeing as Lucifer didn't budge an inch. "Not the place you two." Reeling on her ex-husband she crossed her arms and fixed her eyes on him. "Did you come here to help or just harass Lucifer?"

"Help," he answered.

Lucifer tuned out everything they were speaking about and wondered what he had done to allow such disrespect. He was older than time itself, had seen the birth of man and damned them personally, had created demons and tortured souls until he himself began to twist into something darker yet here he was being heckled by a mere human and last night a demon. Even the angels had been pestering him since he fell and it was starting to wear on him. He had come to earth for a vacation, a break, yet all he seemed to have done is find another Hell. Respect was something he demanded, forced if necessary, and it boggled the mind that these humans thought he could control himself when he had always done anything but.

Hearing his name being called he snapped out of his musings, his eyes falling on Chloe who was heading for the car.

"Sorry about Dan, he's just-" she sighed before nudging him. "Anyway it looks like the case got 'less boring'," she cheesily grinned, impersonating his accent. As expected it popped him out of whatever was happening in his head.

Lucifer looked appalled. "Was that supposed to be me? That was horrid! Unforgivable really, it'll take some groveling to get you back into my good graces."

"Was that some sort of thinly veiled joke about me being on my knees?"

For someone that supposedly didn't judge he had an awfully good judgy-face. "Sex jokes at work Detective? Please try to maintain at least a small degree of professionalism. Embarrassing really," he scolded and dropped into the passenger seat, leaving Chloe to wonder how he managed to get the upper hand every single time. "Now what made the case more interesting? You were going to inform me before you ever so eloquently fell victim to your own perversions," he quipped, looked at her expectantly as she began to drive away from the scene.

Flipping on her turn signal she wondered if it would hurt her more than Lucifer if she punched him in the face. "The woman's name is Aimee Longpré and from what we can tell she seemed to make a living selling voodoo dolls. Claimed they were the real thing."

"Well that does sound fun, doesn't it?" he smirked. "Oh and the one on the right is the gas in case you were wondering, I know you have a hard time finding it."

Lucifer followed the detective into a small occult shop on the south side of town, a toothy smile on his face when he noticed the fascinating array of items on the walls and hanging from the ceiling. He loved exploring the human's different religions, seeing exactly what they came up with to explain himself. It was flattering really and he had always had a soft spot for Vodou.

A tall dark skinned woman appeared from the back, exotic and almost regal looking in a long ornate dress, and addressed Chloe. "Hello child, what can Madam Boutin do for you?"

Pulling her light jacket back Chloe flashed the badge attached to her hip. "I'm Detective Decker and this is," she trailed off when she didn't see him immediately before ignoring it. "No one. We're here concerning an Aimee Longpré, we were told she lives here."

"She lives upstairs but she's not home," she replied defensively. "What do you want with that child?"

"Aimee was killed last night," Chloe said gently, watching the woman for any sort of abnormal reaction.

Madam Boutin slumped, her face dropping into her hands. "Oh poor child. I told her to stop making those dolls, saying they were real. Had a lot of angry people looking for her lately."

"Voodoo dolls?" she clarified. "What makes you say that?"

The woman grabbed a tissue and dabbed her eyes. "Just the other day a man came in saying she took his money, that the doll didn't work. I tried to talk to him but he stormed out, cursing and yelling."

"We're going to need names of everyone that bought one of those dolls and the man's name that was here," Chloe commanded.

The woman knelt down and began digging through a drawer, papers rustling as she flipped through them. "Can't believe that beautiful child is gone," she murmured distractedly and slid the drawer closed just as Lucifer wandered up to Chloe's side.

When the woman looked up and laid her eyes upon him Chloe prepared for the inevitable flirting and 'carnal fascination' as Lucifer put it but her reaction was quite the opposite. Instead of moving towards him she seemed to be trying to get away from him, slowly backing up and moving deeper behind the counter. Figuring she should say something, anything, Chloe announced, "This is my partner, Lucifer Morningstar."

All the woman did was slowly shake her head and clutch a pendant on her necklace, her eyes never wavering from the Devil.

Maybe she's afraid of men, Chloe thought to herself and nudged Lucifer whose eyes were trained sharply on the woman. "Can you wait outside?" she asked quietly.

"Yes of course, would you like to tie me to a tree so I don't run off?" he cracked before doing as requested. Lucifer knew the woman's look well; it was the same horrified expression priests usually got when looking at him. Religious and spiritual people, the true believers, seemed to be able to spot him for who he was for some odd reason. He didn't know if it was a feeling he passed on to them, or something they felt on their own because of his presence but the look of terror on their faces usually gave it away. Not in the mood to explain to Chloe, after dealing with the douche, why the woman was terrified he had relented and walked outside, lighting a cigarette and waiting like the good devil he was.

The woman relaxed as soon as he left and Chloe felt her assumptions must have been correct. If someone was afraid of men Lucifer wasn't the best person to have around, not only was he a very tall man but he had something very aggressive and predatory about him. "Thank you very much for your time, if we need anything else we'll be in touch." Grabbing the papers off the desk she turned to meet Lucifer outside only to have her progress halted when a hand grabbed onto her bicep. Fingernails dug into her skin making her try and jerk away, whipping around to look at the woman leaning over the counter with desperate eyes.

"Protect yourself. There's a darkness in that boy, it's old and it's ugly," Madam Boutin hissed urgently.

Detective Decker's eyes narrowed, "Lucifer's a good man."

The dark skinned woman shook her head, "He may walk like a man, and talk like a man, but that is no man. That is pure evil."

Finally pulling free she backed away, only turning when her back hit the door. Outside she finally took in a deep breath and looked at Lucifer who was leaning against the car with impatience. "I think the only thing slower than your driving is your walking. If I didn't know better I'd assume you're doing this just to irritate me."

Suspiciously silent Chloe climbed in, a smile playing on her lips. "No comment."

Chloe always enjoyed evenings at her home with Lucifer because she got to see a part of him that no one else did. He was so rambunctious and easily distracted that it was hard to keep up with him sometimes but nights like tonight, just sitting in front of the tv, she actually got to talk to him. "Tell me a story."

Lucifer, still dressed in his dress shirt and slacks, minus the jacket and shoes, looked down at the woman leaning against him with a content smile. He moved his eyes away from the tv and took a nip from his drink. "What about?"

Shifting against him she shrugged a little and muted the television. "Whatever pops into your head."

He hummed a little in thought, trying to think of something that wouldn't dig up too many memories or ruin the relaxed atmosphere. "Gabe created the platypus. It was so- I just-" he broke off with a sigh. "Well you know what they look like."

"Details," she gently prodded.

"Gabe was so unbelievably busy all the time, half the things I got chastised for were a direct result of something he did. He was in everyone's business all the time and when he saw Dad making things he wanted in on it. I didn't even know what to say when he showed it to me, it was the most random assortment of parts." He laughed almost to himself, a reminiscent smile on his lips. "I never lie so I just went on about all the attributes he gave it, which weren't much. The poor thing has no teeth, no nips, and no stomach but for some reason only he saw fit it's got venom. He never was the brightest of the lot."

"You cared about him," Chloe surmised from his soft tone.

Lucifer swirled his drink in his hand, the liquid circling in the glass before he downed all of it. "I did," he responded in a low voice. "I cared about all of them," he added as an afterthought before abruptly standing and walking away. The last comment had slipped out unwillingly, but he supposed that's what came from Hell breaking him down to nothing. It was harder to downplay emotions and for some reason he felt them more, which was terrible. No, he still didn't have the foggiest about most feelings but the basics; anger, sadness, and happiness were so much deeper now.

He hadn't wanted to go there, he hated going there. Talking about his brothers was painful, even after all these millennia. They had been a family once, before his father exiled him, pitted them all against him. He knew how he was seen, he couldn't imagine the monster his brothers thought he was. Except Amenadiel for some odd reason, there was a very weak truce between them but who knew how long that would hold.

Refilling his glass he stepped outside and stared over the ocean. This house really was quite nice, nestled right on the beach, only white sand between the steps and the water. He didn't look back when the door opened and closed and didn't acknowledge his detective when she dropped down onto the steps a safe distance away. She was giving him space but sending the clear message that he wasn't alone. It was appreciated.

His back hit the wood exterior of the house when he leaned against it and his hand fidgeted slightly, searching for his ever present coin that had been destroyed months ago. Oh how the times had changed.

Chloe looked at him closely, trying to see what the woman from earlier had seen but all she could see was Lucifer. He had never wronged her, never lied, and had never given her any reason to think badly of him. Why was she the only one that seemed to see the good in him? A small whisper in the back of her mind made her wonder if maybe there really was something dark, something sinister, deep hidden inside of him that she had yet to see. "I took down one of them, ripped his beating heart out of his chest with my bare hand." A shiver unwillingly tore through her, surely he had been exaggerating.

It was dark out tonight, almost scarily so and a mischievous thought popped into her head, an excellent way to push away all the bad energy from the day. Jumping up she wiggled out of her pants and lifted her shirt over her head, wiggling her eyebrows and grinning at her companion who was watching with interest.

"Ding-dong Detective!" Lucifer leered, setting his drink down on the porch railing and advancing into her personal space. Raising his hands to touch her silky skin he was both surprised and annoyed when she slapped his hands away.

"No touching," she ordered firmly and began to unbutton his shirt, tugging it out of his slacks and pulling it off of his shoulders.

Lucifer for his part tried to stay as still as possible, which was proving very difficult with her knuckles barely brushing against his bare skin and friskiness shining in her mint green eyes.

She almost felt bad for what she was about to do as she slapped his hands away again and pulled his belt from the loops on his jet-black slacks. He would be pissed and most likely sullen but it would be worth it. Sliding her thumbs into the edges of his pants she slid them down over narrow hips and finally stood to face him. Flashing him one more sultry smile she turned and tapped her back for him to unhook her bra.

He couldn't handle much more of this, denial was the one thing that he did not allow in the bedroom and this woman had just about used up his limited supply of patience. The moment he expertly released the clasp Chloe suddenly took off across the beach, laughing like a maniac and jumping into the ocean. A very inarticulate, "What the fu-?" tumbled from his lips before he simply glared.

"Come on!" Chloe shouted from the water, slicking her hair back.

He seriously contemplated grabbing his clothes, which were haphazardly thrown on the dark back porch, and leaving but she sounded so happy. Cringing at the feeling of sand hitting his bare feet he made his way to just outside the water's reach and stood there in confusion wondering what was so damned delightful about the entire thing.

"Don't be a sourpuss, get in here!" she called over the sound of the waves breaking. "Don't tell me you've never been skinny dipping!"

He opened his mouth to fire off a reply but quieted when she threw her knickers out of the water and onto the sand. Well then. Victory is nothing without sacrifice.

Chloe couldn't stop laughing at how unbelievably disgruntled he looked walking into the water and filled with triumph when he finally removed his underwear and fully submerged himself. Figuring she had tortured him enough she swam over when he popped back up and grinned at him.

"In regards to your earlier statement there isn't much I haven't done stark naked," he finally answered. "As you can attest I do my best work without clothing."

She laughed before pulling her arms back and splashing him, repeatedly doing it until she realized he wasn't there anymore. Stilling she looked around but there was nothing, only inky black sky and the sound of lapping water. Unease crept in and she screamed when something grabbed her ankle and jerked her under the water. Spluttering she bobbed up and down and coughed out the salt water, whipping around when Lucifer began laughing behind her.

"You tried to drown me!" she coughed.

Still chuckling and wearing a wide smile he swam over and grabbed her close, her arms and legs instinctually wrapping around him. "This is quite enjoyable."

She pushed his hair back off his forehead and scoffed in disbelief. "Wait, you've never been in the ocean? Why?"

"I don't like sand. Or salt water," he said stiffly. "It's messy."

"Oh my G-," she began before aborting; she didn't want to bring up anything that would ruin the rest of their evening. "You're a neat freak aren't you? I can't believe I hadn't noticed before but you are. Your clothes, your flat, everything is always spotless." Unable to contain it she burst out laughing, dropping her head onto his shoulder.

He was completely flummoxed at her antics. "Why is this so bloody amusing to you?"

Her lips twitched as she lifted her head. "You're just so- you, and that's why I love you."

"Is this where I'm supposed to return the sentiment?" At her nod he smiled gently, lifted his hands to softly cradle her face, and promptly shoved her back underneath the water.

No one sassed the Devil.