Amitiel sat at the bar at Lux, drumming her fingers in thought – in debate. She paused for a moment when Maze groaned, "Will you please stop that? You're giving me a migraine."
"Do Demons get migraines?" she asked teasingly before refilling her glass of wine.
Maze gave her a sarcastic 'ha ha' look before asking, "What are you thinking about, anyway? You only drum like that when something is really bothering you."
"Same thing that's been on my mind for a very long time," Amitiel replied, knowing she wouldn't have to go into further details than that.
Maze knew exactly what Amitiel was talking about and thus changed the subject. "How are things between you and Killian? Can I expect a three-way any time soon?" She wiggled her eyebrows in a very suggestive manner.
Amitiel just about spit out her wine at that. "Not gonna happen."
Maze whined as she handed her a napkin, "Why not? He's so hot."
"Maybe to you," Amitiel replied, grabbing the napkin to wipe off her lip. "I'm not attracted to him, Maze. Get over it."
Maze leaned on the bar and pouted. "I remember you being more fun."
"If you want to call up the red heads again, I'm all for it." Amitiel winked before sliding off the stool.
"Where are you going?" Maze called after her, because she didn't think this conversation was over.
"I have a playdate!" Amitiel answered from the staircase and made her way out of Lux.
Killian came out that moment to restock the bar like Maze previously asked him to and saw Amitiel leaving. "Where she off to?"
Maze crossed her arms in suspicion. "A date." She missed the 'play' part of Amitiel's answer of 'playdate'.
"Seriously?" Killian made a weird expression at that. "It's not even noon."
"Try not to get jealous." Maze patted his shoulder before going off to take care of her own things.
"Don't plan to," Killian replied, stocking the bar as he did. He was telling Maze the truth, he had no intention of getting jealous, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to feel something.
Amitiel knocked on the door and whistled a bit as she waited. When the door was answered, she smiled at the sight of Trixie standing there. "Are you old enough to be left on your own?" she asked jokingly as she walked into the apartment.
"No, silly," Trixie laughed and a moment later, her father – Dan – joined them.
"Thank you so much for doing this. The usual sitter is sick and Trixie begged me to call you." Dan still didn't understand why Trixie had been wanting to see so much of Amitiel, but for the past couple weeks they'd been seeing a lot of each other, himself included.
"It's no problem at all. I love spending time with Trixie." Amitiel smiled at her then turned back to Dan. "Going to be a late night?"
Dan was about to answer but said, "Hey, Trix, why don't you go in your room for a minute while I talk to Amitiel."
"Okay," Trixie smiled and went off to do just that.
"I might be pretty late, yeah. There was a murder at a prominent sports player's house, so all hands on deck." Dan wasn't sure why he answered with more detail than intended, but she always seemed to have a way of getting him to talk.
"Do what you gotta do, Dan. Trixie is safe with me." Amitiel had finally accepted that there was no way Trixie was the incarnate of her child, but that didn't stop her from enjoying time with the girl and adoring her to no end.
Dan smiled gratefully. "I know. Thanks, Tiel, I appreciate it." With that said he called out, "Bye, kiddo!" and left for work.
"Bye, Dad!" Trixie called out as she walked out of her room.
"Tiel?" Amitiel laughed on her way to the kitchen because no one had ever called her that before and found that she didn't mind too much.
"Did you bring it?" Trixie asked excitedly as she joined Amitiel in the kitchen.
Amitiel set her bag on the counter with a 'did you really think I'd forget?' face. "Of course," she answered a little dramatically and pulled out all the ingredients and supplies needed to make chocolate her chocolate cake.
"Yes!" Trixie cheered in delight. "I love it when you babysit." She was quiet for a moment then asked, "Why aren't you a mom? You're great at it."
Amitiel paused mid-motion of handing Trixie an apron then finally got back on track. "I am a mother…but I was never given the chance to be a mom." She cleared her throat because this was too much for a seven-year-old to hear. "Never mind that. Let's get baking."
Trixie was wise for her age and smart enough to realize that Ami didn't want to talk about it, so she just smiled excitedly at the prospect of Amitiel's amazing chocolate cake.
Amitiel was just about to start icing the cake a little while later, when her cellphone rang. She propped it awkwardly between her ear and shoulder and tended to the cake. "Hey, Luci. What's up?"
"A miscreant has stolen my evil name!" Lucifer exclaimed, most definitely perturbed.
Amitiel laughed because of her brother's dramatics. "Start from the beginning, Lucifer."
He went on to tell her about all the ridiculous things the imposter did using his name. One of them being running up a massive bill at Zany Wings.
Amitiel set the spatula down so she could hold the phone better. "Breathe, Lucifer. And tell me what you think I can do about this."
"Track their lying ass down!" His tone made it clear that he thought that was obvious.
"That's more Maze's department," Amitiel replied as she licked some icing off the side of her finger. "Ask her."
Lucifer sighed impatiently. "You can smell out liars faster than she can."
"Oh, so now I'm your personal bloodhound?" There was laughter in her voice.
"Are you enjoying my torment?" he asked incredulously.
Amitiel didn't answer that. "I'm busy today, Lucifer. You're going to have to deal with this on your own. But if I happen to meet your Doppelganger, I'll be sure to send them your way."
"He's not my Doppelganger, he's a thief!" Lucifer managed to get in before she ended the call.
"Who were you talking to?" Trixie asked curiously as she walked into the kitchen, straight to the frosting bowl.
"My brother," Amitiel answered and handed her the spoon to lick.
"My mommy thinks he's a magician. Is he?" she asked between licks.
"He's…" Amitiel couldn't lie but she could evade the truth. "…Lucifer."
"That really doesn't answer the question." Trixie crossed her arms and looked at her, expecting a real answer.
"Well, I've told you that I cannot lie – but that doesn't mean I'll answer every question you ask me." Amitiel grinned widely then finished up the cake. "I think it's ready to eat."
"Finally. I'm starving!" Trixie sounded very exasperated.
Amitiel raised her brows at that girl, using the spatula to point over to the empty pizza box next to the couch. "You ate more than half of it."
Trixie just shrugged and held out a plate for a nice, big piece of chocolate cake – Something Amitiel gave to her with a shake to her head and a laugh.
Quite a few hours, and almost the entire chocolate cake gone, later, Amitiel heard a key in the door. She turned around on the sofa and brought a finger to her lips. "She's sleeping," she whispered, and pointed at Trixie who was using Amitiel's leg as a pillow.
Dan chuckled at the sight before scooping Trixie up in his arms. She hardly stirred and he could easily guess why. "Sugar crash?"
"My specialty," Amitiel grinned, and when Dan carried Trixie off to bed, she started putting things to rights.
"Did you at least save me a piece?" Dan asked as he joined her.
Amitiel grinned again and went into the kitchen. Once at the counter she pulled off the lid to reveal a large piece left for him. Extending a fork, she smiled. "But of course."
Dan took the fork and ate a bite. He chuckled because it tasted so good. "I should be telling you not to let Trixie eat this, you know."
"Yeah, sorry about that. I know I shouldn't spoil her but she brings it out of me." Amitiel picked up her bag from the floor and put it over her shoulder. "I should get going."
Dan set down the fork and reached for his wallet. "What do I owe you?"
"Nothing," Amitiel answered, laughing lightly. "We've been over this, Dan. Spending time with Trixie isn't work for me. I enjoy it very much."
Dan observed her for a few moment before saying softly, "You do, don't you."
Amitiel nodded. "And you know I'm telling the truth because, like my brother, I can't lie. Well, he can, he just doesn't."
Out of nowhere, Dan found himself asking. "Can I at least take you out sometime? As a thank you for being so great to Trixie and all."
Amitiel hesitated because she honestly wasn't sure how to answer that.
Dan took that as a sign of rejection. "Unless you think it's a horrible idea?"
"No, I don't," she quickly answered. "It's just…I haven't been on a date with a guy in a long time."
If anyone else said that about her, Dan wouldn't have believed them but he found himself believing her. "You can experiment with me," he mildly joked. "Dip your toe back in the water."
Amitiel finally answered him with, "Sure. I think I'd like that."
Dan smiled. "Great. I'll give you a call."
"Okay," she smiled a little herself. "Goodnight, Dan."
"Night, Tiel," he replied.
As Amitiel walked out the door she called out, "Goodnight, Trixie." And heard Trixie reply with, "Goodnight, Ami!" before the door closed behind her.
The following evening, Killian walked into the storage room at Lux with a crate of liquor in his arms. He was just about to load up the shelves when he realized he wasn't alone. Killian just about jumped out of his skin at the sight of who was there, exclaiming, "Jesus!"
"Hardly," his companion answered with an amused grin as he returned a bottle of wine to the rack.
Killian wasn't nearly as amused. "Next time, flap your wings or something. What are you even doing here? What if they catch you?"
"I've been hiding from the likes of Angels and Demons for centuries," he replied, walking over to Killian, "I know how to fly under their radar. No pun intended."
"Since you're here, I assume you're going to tell Amitiel the truth?" Killian wanted to know.
He avoided the answer for a moment. "Actually, I am here to make sure you don't tell her anything. She's not ready to know the truth yet."
Killian scoffed heavily at that. "She's not, or you're not?" His question was answered by them disappearing in the blink of an eye, leaving Killian to mutter, "Nice, Dad," before going back to his work.
Amitiel was called up to Lucifer's loft and once she exited the elevator it was clear that something was up. There were a handful of police officers there including Dan and Chloe. "I told you to flush the stuff, Luci," Amitiel teased as she joined her brother behind the bar.
"No need," Lucifer grinned, "I finished it off last night with the twins."
Chloe was about to say something but decided against it. "Nope, I don't want to know." Instead, she got down to business, "Amitiel, what are you doing here?"
"I called her," Lucifer answered. "You need someone to play the part of Detective Douche's mistress, something my sister can pull off nicely, I must say."
Dan wasn't buying it. "I'm not so sure about that."
"There's a little demon behind that angelic face of hers," Lucifer grinned. "Don't let her fool you."
"And don't talk about me like I'm not here." Amitiel swatted her brother on the back of the head for that. "I'm not entirely sure why I'm getting roped into this since there are probably a number of cops who could pull it off, but I have nothing planned tonight so I'm in."
Dan still wasn't too sure about this but he sighed and caved. "Alright, but if you are going to be a part of this…you need a different outfit." Amitiel's floral peasant skirt with a matching maroon top and jean jacket wasn't going to fly.
Lucifer turned to his sister to give her a little fashion advice. "Something you'd wear during a night on the town with Maze."
Amitiel made a 'that's easy' pfft sound and walked away saying, "Give me five minutes."
When Amitiel came back with a minute to spare, she was wearing a short, tight, black dress with the sides cut out and a pair of strappy high heels. "Will this do?"
Dan could hardly take his eyes off her and said, "Yeah…that'll work."
"Eyes up top, Detective Douche," Lucifer warned before they got down to business.
Their business was to set up a woman named Ronnie who 'fixes' problems. Lucifer's job was to vouch for Dan so he could hire her for something of an illegal nature. Amitiel still couldn't believe that they thought her brother was the best person for the job.
Amitiel sat close to Dan, taking on the persona of his mistress and was rather enjoying herself. As Lucifer walked to the dance floor to await Ronnie's entrance, Amitiel said, "I'm surprised you're letting Lucifer be a part of this sting."
"He wasn't my first choice," Dan admitted, taking a sip from his drink.
Chloe's voice spoke into Dan's earpiece, saying, "We needed someone she would never expect us to work with."
"I know," Dan answered her, "Doesn't mean I like it."
Meanwhile at the bar, Maze turned to Killian. "Looks like we know who her date was with." She popped her lips at that and went to take care of the customers.
Killian looked over and saw Amitiel wearing that dress and sitting that close to Dan. It didn't sit well with him so he intended on doing something about it. What exactly, he wasn't sure, but that didn't stop him from going over there. "Hey, Amitiel, you got a minute?"
"No, sorry, I'm helping Dan here with something." She gestured to Dan so Killian would know that's who Dan was.
"Yeah, we're busy, so why don't you go back to the bar or something." Dan was pretty rude but he couldn't have distractions during this sting.
"I wasn't talking to you," Killian answered firmly, disliking this guy on sight.
Amitiel didn't know what was going on but could see it was going downhill fast. "One minute." She got to her feet, grabbed onto Killian's arm and pulled him away. "What is going on, Killian?"
"What are you doing with him? And wearing…" he waved his hands up and down in front of her "…that."
Amitiel laughed incredulously. "Are you being serious right now? Look, Killian, I don't know what Maze has been saying to you or anything, but I am not interested."
Killian quickly made himself clear. "No, it's not like that. I just…"
"You were just butting your nose in my business." Amitiel took a deep breath in an attempt to not let her temper take over. "What I do with my life is none of your business, Killian."
Killian couldn't believe that he almost blew everything out of the water, but he couldn't help it. Seeing Amitiel with Dan like that…well…honestly, it made his skin crawl.
Since Killian wasn't answering her, Amitiel was going to say something else, but looked behind him to see Ronnie walking away from Lucifer. "What the hell…" Amitiel didn't end up saying another word to Killian and went back over to Dan who was on his way to the bar – to Lucifer. "What just happened?"
"I don't know," Dan answered as he walked, "but I intend to find out." As soon as he reached Lucifer, he demanded to know, "What the hell did you do?"
"I hired the Fixer to fix a problem, like you wanted," Lucifer replied, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Dan wasn't pleased by far. "You let her go, what happened to the plan?"
"I made a better one," Lucifer answered.
"How?" Chloe asked when she joined them, having seen and heard everything from the apartment.
"Just sit tight and we'll all get what we want." Lucifer thought they were overreacting a bit.
Amitiel had a gut feeling that she knew what Lucifer's alternate plan was. "Two birds, one stone?"
Lucifer lifted his glass in cheers with a grin upon his face. "Exactly."
Amitiel patted Chloe's shoulder saying, "I'm out. Goodnight, everyone." She walked to the elevator because she had no interest in being a part of Lucifer's wrath when he found his birdie.
A couple days later, the culprit for Ali's murder was found, Luci-phony was dealt with, and whether or not Lucifer admitted it he no longer blamed himself for Ali's death. Lucifer was telling Amitiel all this as they played a game of poker together. He finished off with something Dr Linda told him. "She was going on and on saying that I'm starting to enjoy not only punishing the bad ones, but also seeking justice for the good ones. I'm afraid she does not know what she is talking about."
"She knows exactly what she is talking about," Amitiel replied as she placed her bet and adjusted her cards in hand. "You're just afraid to admit that we are more alike than you realize."
"What? A blend of good and evil?" Lucifer laughed. "I'm the bloody Devil, in case you have forgotten."
"You may be the Devil, but you're still an Angel, Lucifer," she pointed out. "Sometimes I think you forget that."
Lucifer didn't want to talk about this any longer so he changed the subject as he raised her bet. "You're not going to get involved with Detective Douche, are you? You could do so much better."
"That's for me to decide, isn't it?" Amitiel raised her brow at her brother before answering, "We've agreed to dinner, but that's it."
"Unless you count Maze, I don't think you've had a serious relationship since Robert." Lucifer refrained from using Robert's actual name because it was easier for Amitiel to talk about him using the modernized version of it.
"He's the reason why I haven't had a serious relationship." Amitiel wasn't in the mood to play anymore so she folded, saying, "I gave him a piece of my heart, Lucifer. That's not something I take lightly."
"Does anyone else know about that – giving him a piece of your heart?" Lucifer asked as he returned her bets to her, not feeling right taking them.
Amitiel shook her head. "No, you're the only one who knows." She thought that was the truth because as far as she knew, it was. Alas…it wasn't. Someone else knew, and knew what it meant for Robert, and they were much closer to them than either would have ever thought.
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