Authors Note: Thank you all so much for your kind words, they really mean a lot! ;) and thanks to all those who have followed and added to your favourites :)

Sorry I thought I'd put on the first chapter that this would be 3 chapters long ;)

And sorry samhaincat, Maze isn't going to be in this one and Amenadiel is mentioned but you'll find that out next chapter ;)

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His arrival at the precinct certainly caused quite the stir. Various sets of eyes tracked his movements through the bullpen, whispers and hands gesturing in his direction, but he ignored them all. There was only one person here that he needed to see and his sure steps took him straight to the holding cells.

Lucifer's lips curled in a devious smile when he saw the young female officer seated behind the desk speaking on the phone. She hadn't looked up at him yet. He leaned against the wall, watching and waiting for her to finish before he stepped forward and introduced himself.

"Hello there, Lucifer Morningstar." Turning his dark intense gaze on her, his smile so wide his perfect white teeth were showing. "I'm here to see Chloe Decker."

The young officer blushed, placing the phone back on it's cradle and couldn't help fluttering her eyelashes at the tall, dark and handsome man in front of her. Before her brain had even caught up with her actions she was nodding and buzzing him through.

"Lovely," he grinned, giving her a slight bow. "Have a fantastic day." He paused, peering closely at her name badge. "Officer Dawn."

The young officer felt lightheaded, her heart thumping wildly in her chest as though she'd just run a marathon. Her gaze lingered on him as he walked at a leisurely pace down the long corridor, his hands stuffed in his pockets, a picture of nonchalance. When he finally disappeared inside the room, she felt a tingle in her back of her skull and then suddenly it was gone. Turning back to her computer she continued to type up her report.

Chloe heard someone outside and looked up from her position on the metal framed bed. The thin mattress she was sitting on was more uncomfortable than a bag of bricks, yet she knew if she hadn't sat down she would probably still be wearing a hole in the floor with her pacing. She hadn't been expecting any visitors so when the door to her temporary cell opened, the last person she expected to see was Lucifer.

"Lucifer!" She sprang up from the bed and rushed toward him, wrapping her arms around him tightly and Chloe couldn't care less that she was crying or that her tears were soaking through his shirt. All she could focus on was that he was here, he was back. Suddenly remembering their last interaction, she pulled back and slapped his arm.

The Devil yelped and flinched away from her. "What the bloody hell was that for?"

"Where have you been?" she demanded, angrily wiping the wetness from her cheeks. She wasn't sure why, but she could feel her anger building inside her, ready to burst. How dare he just show up here, looking so unbelievably, irritatingly perfect. Not a hair out of place, those smouldering dark eyes she could fall into, and he smelled breathtaking. There was just a hint of scotch, and no cigarette smoke which was a shocker.

His eyes widened comically. "What?" he spluttered. "Where have I been? I went back to hell, because you didn't trust me anymore." He pointed accusingly and started advancing towards her, his anger overwriting his concern at her situation. "Why do you make me feel like this? Why, out of billions of mortals are you the one I can't get out of my mind? The Devil shouldn't feel things," he spat the word 'feel' like it was poison. "The Devil can't fall in lov-." He stuttered to a stop, inches from her face. Dark eyes meeting pale blue and he couldn't help himself, his scorching gaze shifting from her eyes to her lips and back again. Dipping his head he leaned in, stopping a breath away from her lips, waiting for her to push him away, but she never did. Instead her eyes were wide, cheeks flushed and her gaze lowered to his lips. Finally, he smiled and crashed his lips against hers.

Chloe moaned when his arms wrapped round her waist and pulled her flush against him. Her own circling around his neck and deepening the kiss. Her fingers pulled at the shorts hairs at the back of his head and she couldn't help feeling proud of herself when she managed to elicit a blissful sigh from him. He teased her bottom lip with his tongue then gently nipped her lip, his sly grin widening as she granted him entrance to her mouth and he devoured her.

She couldn't remember a kiss ever being this good and felt herself go weak at the knees. Lucifer seemed to know what was happening and tightened his hold on her. In one smooth move he lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he pressed her against the wall.

"Luci-" His lips cut her off from saying any more.

"This is no time for talking," he said, his lips trailing a fire down her neck.

"But-," she began.

His finger pressed against her lips, shushing her. "Don't spoil the moment, Detective. We're finally on the same page."

Chloe gasped when he pressed against her and her train of thought went delightfully blank. She'd be lying if she said she didn't want to, but not here and not like this. Managing to get her thoughts back in some semblance of order, she firmly pushed him back.

Lucifer saw her determined gaze and sighed, loudly. "Very well, Detective. You win. I'll hold off on ravaging you," he added with a smirk. "For now." Then he stepped back, giving her some space.

Decker moved to the bed and sank on to it gracelessly. Burying her face into her hands she took a second to get a grip of herself before looking up at the tall man watching her with a smug air about him. She realised she couldn't even be mad at him. That was one hell of a kiss. She had missed him so much and he'd only been gone a week. Guilt was creeping up inside her at his earlier words. Had he really left because of her?

"I'm sorry, Lucifer."

The Devil frowned, genuinely confused. "What ever for?"

"If I made you feel like you had to leave. I didn't mean to doubt you, I should've known better." She couldn't even look at him she felt so ashamed. How many times had he backed her up and she had turned her back on him when he needed her the most. Chloe felt rotten.

In two short steps he was in front of her, taking her hand and crouching down so they were face to face. He used his free hand to tilt her chin up and stared deeply into her eyes.

"Now, now, none of that Detective. I'm here to get you out of these deplorable conditions." Squeezing her fingers gently, he watched in bemused fascination as she turned his hand so that their fingers could entwine and he felt a swell of happiness. "We can discuss our mess once we get you home. What do you say?"

Chloe had learned long ago not to question her partner and his weirdness, but she wasn't sure how he was going to get her out of here. "How?"

Lucifer let out a sharp bark of laughter that caught Chloe off guard.

She stared at him strangely. "What?"

"Oh Detective, I would have thought by now you'd know that I always get what I want."

He straightened up to his full height, towering over her, but she didn't feel intimidated. Instead she felt oddly comforted.

"I shall return in the blink of an eye, and this will all be over." He paused at the door, turning back to face her. "You do trust me, don't you?"

"Yes," she replied instantly. Chloe wasn't going to make that mistake again any time soon.

Lucifer seemed to puff his chest a little, his dark gaze softening. "That's more like it."

The door closed behind him with a soft click and Chloe found herself alone again, except this time she knew it was only temporary. Lucifer would work his magic and she'd be home by dinner time. That dark pit of despair she'd been slipping into had vanished the second the Morning Star appeared, and she'd never been more grateful.

Settling back against the hard wall and the even harder mattress, she waited patiently for her partner to return.

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Chloe turned to Lucifer when he parked outside her house, her eyes still wide in disbelief. "But, how?"

The Devil snorted. "I recon that's thirteen times you've asked since we left the precinct. Unlucky for some, I suppose. I already told you Detective, I can be very persuasive. I spoke with your Captain and she happily obliged with my request."

"Eww, why do I get the feeling you mean sex?" she asked, opening her door.

Lucifer shook his head sadly. "You have a filthy mind Detective, I'm appalled. I do something nice for you and all you can think about is sex."

Chloe chuckled and made her way to the front door. She could barely contain her excitement now that she was here, back home and was about to get an arm full of Trixie. She looked up to find him staring down at her. His piercing dark eyes never wavering from hers. She opened her mouth to say something, but once again he pressed his finger to her lips, silencing her.

"One moment, that's all I ask." He swallowed nervously, his fingers tucking a loose blonde curl behind her ear. "Thank you, Chloe." Leaning closer he pressed his lips to hers in a chaste kiss, pulling back before he really wanted to, but he knew if he stayed any longer he wouldn't be able to leave. The weight on his chest had become heavier, oppressive and he was finding it harder to breathe the longer he stayed.

Decker frowned feeling like there was something he wasn't telling her. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, yes, of course. I'm fine." He motioned to the house and the thumping footsteps rushing toward the door. "You should go inside. Beatrice missed you."

It happened all at once and Chloe didn't think she'd ever be able to comprehend what happened, but in the second the front door was yanked open by the over excited little girl, Chloe turned to ask Lucifer if he wanted to come inside. Her words dying on her lips when she saw he was no longer there, only a wisp of sand fluttering in the place he once stood and yet there was no wind, not even a breeze.

"Mommy! Your home!" cried Trixie, her childish features lighting up at the sight of her mother.

"Yeah baby, I'm right here." Chloe embraced her tightly, but her eyes were still searching for Lucifer.

"Who were you talking to, mom?" Trixie asked, turning her head to look outside.

The Detective's eyebrows drew together. "I was talking to Lucifer, but he -"

Her daughter cut her off with an eager squeal. "Lucifer' here? Where?"

"I don't know, baby." Chloe stood, ushering the little girl inside. "He probably had some things to do. I'm sure he'll come visit soon."

"Oh, okay mommy." Trixie looked like she was about to cry and Chloe felt terrible. She scooped her monkey up into her arms and headed to the kitchen. She paused when she noticed her mom fast asleep on the sofa. Smiling softly, she lowered Trixie to stand on her own two feet and gently nudged her toward the kitchen. Grabbing a spare blanket from the cupboard, she covered Penny against the slight chill in the air and then joined her daughter in the kitchen.

"What do you feel like?"

"Ice-cream."

"Seriously?" Her child was strange. "Okay then, but just one scoop."

"Two."

"One and a half." Chloe couldn't believe she was negotiating with her eight year old about how many scoops of ice-cream she could have well after her normal bedtime. She wouldn't change this for the world though. Chloe didn't want to think about what would have happened with Trixie if she'd been arrested. Especially if both she and Dan were behind bars. It didn't bare thinking about.

Decker shook away the disturbing thoughts and smiled down at her daughter, pleased that Trixie was too busy telling her everything that had happened over the past few days, that she didn't notice the sadness in her mothers eyes.

With a horrible sinking feeling in her gut, Chloe realised that Lucifer had been saying goodbye and she hadn't even gotten the chance to say it back. With silent tears running down her cheeks, she scooped a decent amount of ice-cream into the two bowls and hoped that maybe, just maybe, she was wrong.