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Chloe waited patiently for the elevator doors to open, staring at her distorted reflection before it split down the middle revealing the bullpen. It was always so noisy and hectic and she involuntarily glared at the enclosed offices, especially the one belonging to her recently separated husband. If it hadn't been for Palmetto she would have had that quite sanctuary with the view, instead she was stuck out here with-

"Lucifer?"

The man, currently sitting in her chair with his feet propped up on her desk, looked up with wide eyes from a file he was flipping through. "Detective!" he exclaimed excitedly, his face splitting into a wide smile.

He looked so happy to see her, so absolutely delighted that she couldn't help but return it. This man, always dressed to the nines and surrounded by the most beautiful people in the world, was here at seven am staring at her like she had hung the moon. She knew she was falling for him, but what scared her the most was that it wasn't just some superficial thing, she was developing real feelings for him which was bad for numerous reasons. Trixie, separating from Dan only recently, the fact he was a delusional alcoholic that endangered her life and job daily.

Throwing down her bag she crossed her arms, "What are you doing here?"

"We've talked about this," he chided, his hands joining and his fingers steepling like some sort of super villain.

She kicked him softly in the leg and ignored his cry of indignation and pain. "You don't get a good morning until I've had my coffee and my seat back."

"Demanding," he grinned. "I like it." He gracefully stood and held the chair for her, a smug look on his face.

Knowing arguing would only encourage him she dropped into the chair and blurted out a surprised, "Thank you," when a coffee was placed next to her keyboard. Taking a sip of the warm brew she sighed in contentment before placing it down. "Why are you here?"

"We really must work on your manners at some point," he tutted. "And I'm here so we can find this Sunny Hill place and catch the killer. Did you not sleep well last night, or forget some sort of medication? You're awfully slow today."

Gritting her teeth and blowing out a breath she turned on her computer and tried to focus on anything but the man looming over her. Comments like that made her want to cause physical harm to who ever said them, but not Lucifer. It was almost like he didn't know any better, like he had been born with out a filter, saying anything he wanted no matter the subject or audience.

Opening the browser and typing in the name of the institution kept her busy and after a few minutes she realized she hadn't heard another peep from her partner. Curiously she turned around and snorted in disbelief at him leaning against a far desk toying with a badge that was attached to the chest of a petite female beat cop. The man was unbelievable; he literally couldn't go five minutes without making a sexual comment or flirting with anyone in the vicinity. It was like a 'Dear Penthouse' letter somehow came to life and paraded around as Satan.

"Lucifer!"

The man whipped around looking at least slightly chastised and returned back to her side. "It got boring," was the only explanation he offered and for anyone else that wouldn't have worked but for him, this was a valid reason.

"Police work isn't all shoot outs and chasing bad guys Lucifer, there's paper work and meetings and you're not listening, are you?"

He nodded as if he were and leaned down to peer over her shoulder at the screen, his hands clasping the back of the chair. "Yes, yes, boring, boring. You found it, and it's not too far away."

He had to do this on purpose, he had to. It was like he was testing his boundaries with her, getting as close as possible without actually touching and finding every excuse to be near her. She tried to breathe through her mouth but then it just sounded like she was congested so she inhaled through her nose and was once again assaulted by the smell of Lucifer. His cologne was always light and sweet and he always had just a hint of cigarettes and liquor, and on most days sex, clinging to him. Alone each scent would have disgusted her, cologne aside, but mixed together on a 6'3" lean frame with the face of an angel it made her head swim.

"Are you sure you'll alright? Perhaps I should drive today, you're awfully distracted," Lucifer remarked, finally standing up. "Actually I am driving, the Institute is three hours away and I'd prefer not to crawl there at your turtle speed."

Chloe snapped out of her thoughts and spun, "No you're not driving, I've seen you drive."

"Do you even know where we're going?" he questioned, humor gone from his voice for once. When she didn't respond he held out his hand, palm up. "Give me the keys, something's bothering you and I don't feel much like informing your offspring of your untimely demise."

This was bad. She needed to get away from him, get some air and bury all her emotions. A rebound, that's what this was, just a rebound. Feeling vulnerable after separating from her husband made her latch onto the closest male who just happened to be Lucifer. All she needed to do was get through the divorce and her feelings for him would fade or just sleep with him and move on. "No lights or sirens."

"It's like a wet-banket and a convalescent home had sex and you're the result."

Chloe stared aimlessly out the passenger window at the passing scenery, choosing not to comment on Lucifer's total disregard for posted speed limits. He was actually proving to be a good travel buddy; not listening to irritating music, holding light conversation without talking the entire time, and mostly keeping his eyes on the road. They were just finishing their second hour into the trip when Chloe lolled her head to face him, her eyes taking in his profile and relaxed features.

What was it about him that drew her to him? He claimed it was carnal fascination with women and men alike but that it didn't work on her and she had to agree. She didn't want to jump his bones, it wasn't love at first sight, and he was mostly just irritating, condescending, and rude. Then something changed and she wasn't sure if it was him or her.

If you could manage to look under the brass exterior, which took a lot of doing, you could appreciate the fact he was honest to a fault. That he had an almost child like ignorance about most things. That he was learning, which in itself was amazing. Most men seemed to be set in their ways the older the got but Lucifer was actually using his experiences and applying them to everyday life.

"Like staring into the sun isn't it?" he remarked cheekily, pulling her from her thoughts.

Chloe groaned, "If you mean it's like staring at a ball of hot air that likes to think it's the center of the universe then yes."

"You say it like it's not true," he smirked as he turned off the main road and pointed ahead. "Very 'One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest'."

The pair peered through the windshield at the massive building in front of them as Lucifer drove past a decrepit sign that at one time most likely read Sunny Hill Institute. Pulling up at the entrance and putting it in park both excited and took in the poor shape of the building. At one time it was most likely a beautiful place with large green lawns and numerous windows adorning the elegant exterior, but now it was dark and dull, everything that was once living long dead.

The detective and Lucifer approached the front steps where a woman was waiting for them clutching a keychain and a folder. "Detective Decker I presume?" she said in way of greeting. "Here are the keys to all the offices and the universal room key and any information I could gather about the patient you asked about. Most of the records were removed from the building and destroyed when it closed but there's a good chance that some are still inside." Suddenly noticing the other person standing off to the side and staring up at the entrance she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and plastered on a smile before approaching him.

Lucifer looked down from the building when someone cleared their throat beside him and grinned at the look of infatuation on the woman's face. "Lucifer Morningstar, pleasure to meet you Ms.-"

"Sandra Smith, but you can call me Sandy," she whispered seductively, running her hands over the lapels of his jacket. "So you're a detective too?"

"Me? Oh no, I'm the Devil," he smirked.

The woman let out a half moan half giggle, "I bet you do all sorts of naughty things, don't you?"

He chuckled darkly, leaning over to twirl a piece of her hair around his finger. "You have no idea."

"Ok Romeo," Chloe sighed, grabbing onto his sleeve and tugging him away. "That's enough of that. We have a case to solve."

"Sorry love, duty calls," he called to the woman who waved longingly.

Once inside the detective released him and looked around, "We'll start in the offices and see what we can find and then fan out if needed."

"Um, detective," Lucifer called from behind her, his eyes roaming over the papers they had just received. "I take it you haven't read this. It seems our little looney resided in the east wing."

She sighed, of course he did. "Well, if we need to we can head over there and see what we can find, maybe everything didn't get destroyed."

It took four tries but eventually Chloe was able to find the key to the main office. Unfortunately it was mostly bare but there were a few filing cabinets and some random things strung about. Getting straight to work she opened the first cabinet, then the second, and the third all to no avail. She was halfway through the fourth one when she finally found something that even warranted a closer look. Grabbing everything out she dropped it down on a table and with a weary sigh began flipping through every single page looking for anything related to Gerald.

When she was done with the pile she grabbed the next out of the filing cabinet's bottom drawer and was about to continue searching when she noticed something. It was unusually quiet. "Lucifer?" she called out, her voice echoing but there was no response. Figuring since he was a grown man he was fine she continued flipping through the papers but there was still nothing.

"We have to go in the east wing," she muttered to herself.

Walking out of the office she rounded the corner and began heading that way only to barely withhold a scream when Lucifer nonchalantly walked out of a side room holding a straight jacket. "Jesus Lucifer! Where were you?"

"Exploring," he answered excitedly. "How many chances does one have to roam around an abandoned mental hospital? It's like a real life horror movie."

"And the straight jacket?" As soon as his grin began to grow she held up a hand, "Never mind, I don't want to know."

He tossed it aside with a chuckle and approached the detective, "I take it the offices were a bust. Which leaves the east wing!"

"Yes, very exciting," she mocked sarcastically, continuing in the direction she had been headed, Lucifer falling into step next to her. "If you think you can focus on why we're here we can split up and cover more ground."

His displeasure was obvious at the suggestion but he still replied, "If you insist," and lit a cigarette before disappearing into a dark side room.

Chloe watched him was away and shivered involuntarily. This place was beyond creepy and she had no idea how Lucifer wasn't even a little perturbed. Wheelchairs and hospital beds littered the hallways, numerous windows were covered with boards and some rooms even still contained personal artifacts from past patients. She wasn't one to play into the whole ghost mumbo jumbo but it was difficult to not let it get to you a little.

Room by room she entered looking for anything useful, finding nothing and knew she was getting closer to the charred section, which wouldn't be safe enough to investigate. Her hand clasped the last knob and turned, praying there would be something in here to give them a lead. "Finally," she whispered when her eyes landed upon boxes of papers, framed pictures leaning against each other on the far wall.

Thankfully the window wasn't boarded so light was able to stream in through the west-facing window allowing her to relax a little. Seeing no desk or chairs she peeled off her light jacket and tossed it down, sitting on it a moment later and getting to work.

Lucifer wandered aimlessly halfway looking for anything related to Gerry but mostly just enjoying the place. Snuffing out his smoke he began to whistle happily as he moved things around on the floor with his foot and looked in closets and drawers. Getting bored again he walked across the hall and saw that this is where the damage started, half the room had caved in and the walls were painted black with soot. It was quite a sight but it wasn't the damage that peaked his interest, it was the old, soot and debris covered piano sitting in the far corner of the room looking surprisingly intact. Yes this would do.

Chloe rubbed her eyes tiredly and for the umpteenth time that day wondered where Lucifer was. "Some partner," she grumbled unhappily. It was beginning to get late and she still had two boxes to go through and all the pictures. Just wanting to be done she grabbed the two boxes and placed them in the hallway before pulling out her phone and taking quick snaps of every picture. She was just about to call Lucifer to tell him get to the car when the faint sound of music hit her ears.

"As if this place isn't creepy enough." With quiet steps and her hand on her pistol she followed the noise and had almost pinpointed it when it suddenly stopped. Figuring it was Lucifer and knowing he had to be close she peered in every room before finally spotting him in what looked to be an old rec room.

"Come on let's go."

When he didn't respond she walked closer and saw he was staring at the burnt end of the room, his lips parted and eyes blank. His hands were resting on the keys but he no longer played, just kept staring unnervingly at the damage or something she wasn't seeing, almost hypnotized by whatever he was seeing.

"Lucifer?" Chloe tried again, this time softer and filled with apprehension.

Still nothing.

"If you're trying to scare me I'm going to shoot you," she said a little louder, before finishing her approach and standing next to him. She followed his line of sight but couldn't see anything out of the ordinary. "Lucifer!" she finally barked and grabbed his shoulder.

Lucifer sucked in a deep breath, jerking away harshly and nearly stumbling as he tried to stand up. His eyes were wild as he continued breathing harshly, shifting over everything in the room before finally landing on the detective. "Chloe?"

He never called her that and especially not in such a small confused voice. "Yeah, it's just me," she said quietly, wondering what the hell just happened.

"I-" he began before looking around one last time. "Did you find anything useful?" he finally asked in his normal tone, his usual cockiness returning and his eyes clearing and focusing.

"Not sure yet, I have a couple boxes to bring home but what just happened?"

He began to walk from the room and waited for his partner to join him. "You must be contagious," he insisted, noticing the two boxes in the hall that weren't there before. "Now you've got me doing it."

"I'm not contagious," she argued, grabbing a box and waiting for him to do the same. "But just in case it seems I'm fine now so I'll be driving back."

The Devil harrumphed and handed her the keys after fetching them from his pocket. "Perhaps I should look for supplies before we embark on our journey home seeing as there a good chance we won't return until morning."

"I don't drive that slow! I go the speed limit."

He frowned in confusion, "You mean that's not the minimal speed required?" When she whipped around he smiled cheekily, "Fine, but one tick under the limit and I'm driving."

"Uh-huh," she scoffed and climbed into the drivers seat, pulling it much further forward than in had been for the last driver. Turning onto the main road she looked over to see if Lucifer wanted to stop for anything to eat but he was fast asleep against the window, a distressed expression on his handsome face.