Did Chloe want to ask? Should she? On the other hand, it was Lucifer, the man-devil-child who admitted taking drugs in the middle of the precinct, who smoked and snorted evidence more than once. She should have arrested him a long time ago, but she didn't want to. She couldn't even explain why.

Of course she would help him. Okay, Chloe had to admit she was impressed by his stash - the DEA would have a lot of questions about that - but not now. With the little bag and a glass of water - which made the Devil whine again because clear and alcoholfree liquid seemed to be an offense to him - she entered the bedroom again and handed him both.
If one or two of the pills would help him, why not allow it? At least this time. He wasn't even human, so why was she so concerned?
"LUCIFER!?" By the time she noticed it, it was too late. Lucifer had been too fast for her, damn it.

Had he really taken all the pills in the little bag? Oh shit, there had been at least 15.

"What? It's just a few Oxys. Nothing bad. Numbs me for one, maybe two hours."
Just...a few….Oxys. Now Chloe was at a loss for words. At one point she should give him the 'Drugs are bad for you and I'm a Detective' talk, probably as soon as he was better.

The good side was that he fell asleep after just a few minutes, leaving Chloe mostly alone with her thoughts. She glanced at the passed out man next to her. He was a total mess, the left wing twitched from time to time, and he was also clutching a pillow to his chest and curled around it a little.
He looked so exhausted, so broken and alone.
Chloe got up; she needed to keep her mind busy from another freakout she could feel approaching.
And she knew exactly what do. A look around told her everything, for his penthouse was a mess.
She was a cop, for god's sake - shouldn't she do her duty? She should arrest him, save the evidence she found here, but instead she flushed the leftover drugs down his toilet. Satan in jail? Nope, that wasn't going to happen, even if the thought was amusing somehow.

She collected the empty bottles, but then there was another problem.

It was big, formally white and fluffy, now caked with blood. What to do with this thing? It couldn't stay here, but there was not exactly a tutorial on how to dispose of an angel wing and even just thinking about it gave her the creeps.
Chloe heard the elevator ding while she was thinking as she avoided looking at it or even glancing in the direction of the balcony.

"Luci? Luci are you here?"
Amenadiel, ooooh shit, he really was his brother and what did that make him? An angel? Yeah, probably an angel.
She heard him walk into the penthouse, looking for his brother, and for now Chloe stayed hidden. She didn't know why, but maybe it was better this way.

Amenadiel found his brother in his bed, woke him up and was more than confused about Lucifer's condition.
The Devil groaned; he barely had gotten two hours of sleep and was still exhausted, a little confused and totally high from his pills. Had he imagined Chloe? Where was she? The bandages on his body told him that it hadn't been a dream. Surely she had run as soon as he was knocked out.
"What do you want, brother?" Lucifer tried to shake off the last remains of sleep. He couldn't move that well, for the pain in his back was hurting him like literal hell and the effect of his pain killers had already worn off.

Amenadiel's expression was stuck between worry and disgust for his brother.
"Again? I thought you were over this and had promised Linda. Why are you doing this to yourself, Luci?"

And the only answer he got was a disgusted huff.

"I think I asked the question first." Oh, what Lucifer would do for a cigarette right now, or a drink. Preferably both.

"I just visited Charlotte - I think she is broken. You shouldn't have shown her. You know divinity and humans don't mix well."

This time Amenadiel got an answer in the form of an inhuman growl, flashing amber eyes and a really pissed off Lucifer.
He had no idea how, but he stood up, snarled at his brother and his wing flared out behind him. The Devil ignored the pain that shot through his back when the muscles tried to move a limb that wasn't there anymore.
"IT WAS YOUR IDEA!" He roared and Amenadiel took a step back.
"Why are you blaming me? You were the one pestering her, telling her the truth, making her think she was crazy. And you were the one who insisted on showing her the truth. I did and now it's my fault again?!"

Lucifer's body trembled from exhaustion, but he wouldn't back down, not now, not after all that had happened the last few days. He was sick and tired of being the scapegoat for everyone.

"But Luci, don't you see…"

"Enough! Enough, brother. Go, just go. I don't want to hear it right now." The energy he had just a few moments ago vanished and he sank back onto the mattress.
"I can't leave." Amenadiel sounded offended for even the thought alone. "You are my test! Father is clearly testing me again." He gestured at Lucifer's whole appearance.

That was enough. Lucifer leaped at him, his body still weak and his legs nearly buckling under the movement alone, but he couldn't help himself.
"I'M NOT A BLOODY TEST!" The devil punched Amenadiel who crashed into the next wall, leaving some cracks behind.
"If you weren't certain that dear old Dad is testing you with me, you wouldn't even be here or care at all. I'm the evil brother anyway, right?"

If looks could kill, Amenadiel would have done it right now while he tried to shake off the pain he felt.
"But, I need-"
"No! You want!" Lucifer's eyes were still blazing; he just couldn't handle how everything had fallen apart anyway.

"Doesn't it matter what I want? What I desire?Just one time? Why is everyone allowed to be happy but me? Oh right, because I'm the fallen one. The one who asked for freedom and got punished instead. The monster for all eternity, the evil one, despised and hated by everyone. Even her…"

Now Lucifer sank to his knees, tears forming in his eyes. He looked defeated and even more broken with his remaining wing trying to curl around him in a protective cocoon.

Amenadiel sighed. "I told you back then it's not a good idea to leave hell, Luci. You don't belong on earth, you belong in down there."

And that was enough for Chloe - she had heard and seen enough. She came out of her hiding spot - okay, it wasn't really a hiding spot - and stood between Lucifer and Amenadiel. The Detective was terrified to be between two celestial and almighty beings, but she would not look the other way while her best friend was being tortured by his self hatred and his own brother who should have been there for him.
"I think it's best if you leave now." She, Chloe Decker, stared down an actual angel.

"He needs to rest." And he didn't need to hear more bullshit.

"Chloe." Amenadiel was pretty surprised to see her. "You don't understand. I just want what's best for Luci. What's best for the whole family."

"No, you want what's best for you. And he doesn't need you or the rest of his so-called family anymore, he has a new one. He is loved. Leave now, before I arrest you." With every word, Chloe poked her finger into Amenadiel's chest. Her acting skills paid off. On the inside she was trembling in fear - arresting an angel? What was she thinking?

Lucifer looked awful, had he even heard what she said?

Probably not.
"Now, GO!" She didn't know she had it in her. She had stood up against a real angel.

"I really like you Chloe, but this is a matter you can't understand at all. You are just a human, after all." Amenadiel held her stare, his nostrils flaring, for he was definitely angry. But he deflated when he heard a nearly inhuman growl from behind Chloe.

Chloe's instincts woke again, telling her to run, to never turn back. But she turned instead, and there he was. Lucifer. Nearly unconscious a few minutes ago and now with blazing red eyes growling at… not at her, but at Amenadiel who had kind of threatened Chloe with his whole posture. And that was something the devil wouldn't allow. Ever.