Lucifer's Apartment: 9-21-17, 9:10 p.m.

"Detective, I promise you, I can handle myself. As much as you insist, I do not need you here." Lucifer stood in the middle of the room while Chloe walked around checking the apartment for anybody else.

"Yeah, but it's protocol. And also, I'm not sure I trust you alone with her." Chloe crossed her arms at Lucifer, who pretended to gasp.

"Detective... I'm wounded. Where is this coming from?"

"I don't know what happened. How you got out, why the gas pipe burst burning her face, why she wanted us. You kept me in the dark. And I do not like it. There needs to be trust between us, Lucifer. You need to tell me things."

"... Trust me, Detective Decker. There are some things about me you should never know." Lucifer practically growled out and went to the balcony. Chloe almost followed him when the elevator went off. Chloe pulled out her gun and pointed it at the door, only to see-

"Christine?" Chloe put her gun away and walked over to her girlfriend.

"So, should I stay, or are you busy doing something?" the blonde stood still, arms held slightly in the air.

"See, detective. Your paranoia over my safety almost got your girlfriend shot." Lucifer barked from the balcony.

"You, shut up." Chloe turned back to Christine. "While it's nice to see you again, I can't have you here. We need to keep Lucifer under protection while a dangerous criminal is being tracked."

"Wait, if you need help, I can keep him safe with you. I know all types of tricks." Christine protested, and Chloe sighed in protest.

"Look, I appreciate the help, but-" she was cut off as Christine grabbed her by the arm, flipped her over, held her on the ground with one hand around Chloe's throat and another holding both of Chloe's hands behind her back.

"Still don't want my help?" Christine whispered into her ear and kissed Chloe's neck softly.

"... I suppose you can give us some help." Chloe muttered, her face completely red. Christine let her up and Chloe saw Lucifer grinning smugly at them both. "Not. A. Word." Chloe walked into Lucifer's kitchen area while Christine walked over to Lucifer.

"Well, that trick worked well. We may have to borrow your bed sometime tonight." she smiled widely.

"You're welcome to it... Maze taught you that move, didn't she?"

"Yep."

"Thought so. It did have her... personal flair." Lucifer smiled and Christine chuckled.

"Thanks for introducing us to each other, by the way. Last year."

"No problem. You kids have fun." Lucifer shuffled off to the piano in his living room area and started to practice for his next performance.

Los Angeles Warehouse District: 9-21-17, 10:12 p.m.

The warehouse consisted of empty metal racks, a few forklifts and an elegant bed with a crimson curtain canopy. A muscular man approached and knelt near the bed.

"What is it, my servant?" A beautiful voice came from inside the curtains, and the man looked up to see a silhouette of a woman.

"We found him. It seems the police have put him under protective custody. He's held up in his penthouse. The demon and cop there will be a problem."

"No. They will not. I have an idea of how to get the Morningstar to us. Now, bring me my dinner." the woman waved him away, and the man left only to return with a young woman bound in ropes.

"She's 22, healthy, and a virgin."

"Ah, perfect. The pure ones do help the best." the woman in the bed lifted her hand and the curtains closest to the kidnapped woman came to life. They stabbed the victim in the heart and red energy flowed form her to the woman on the bed. Once the victim was nothing but bones covered by paper-thin skin, the curtains returned to normal.

"Get rid of her, Cupid. And await my further orders."

"Yes, mistress Aphrodite." Cupid walked away, and Aphrodite grabbed a small mirror from a table next to the bed and examined herself.

"... Damn what you did to me, Lucifer. But rest assured, I will have my face back. And you will give it to me."