"Good morning Detective, I trust you slept well."

"No, Lucifer. I got no sleep. I kept myself awake thinking about what to do about Rod. You were right. I have to end things with him. I can't be with a man who can't accept the fact that my child is my number one priority."

"Would you like me to accompany you when you tell him?"

I'd love to see the look on his face.

"No, I better do this on my own. If you're there, he'll blame you."

"Detective, I get blamed for the failures and misdeeds of humans all the time. On a daily basis, to be exact. What do I care if he blames me? What if he gets violent or angry? You may need back-up."

"This is Rod we're talking about, Lucifer. If anything happens, I'll call you, okay."

Chloe walked into the lab, determined to end things on the right foot. She didn't want any animosity between them while he was working there. Ella wouldn't be back for two more weeks. She found Rod grinding on the table to 'Sorry' by Justin Bieber. Yep, time to end this.

"Hey, Rod. Can we talk?"

He rolled off the table and danced towards her, shaking his butt. She grabbed the remote and killed the music. He was more immature than Trixie.

"Listen, Rod. I don't think we should see each other anymore. It's just not working."

"I know, right! I went out with Michelle last night. She's more my speed. No kids, just cats."

"Michelle, the secretary in booking?"

"Yeah, I met her cats last night. Larry, Moe and Curly. Why are they all girls with boy names? And her cat Curly is, like bald. I don't get it. But whatever, she's available whenever and doesn't have to hire a sitter. She also doesn't come with a side of British psycho."

Instead of saying anything, she calmly walked back out into the hall and back to Lucifer. She was biting her lip to keep from laughing. The whole thing was absurd.

"Well, how did the break-up of the century turn out, Detective?"

"He took it well. He's already seeing someone else."

"Oh? And just who would this new goddess be, who caught the eye of Captain Jack?"

"Michelle in booking."

"The cat lady? Ah, yes, she is special, that one."

"Did you sleep with her, too?",Chloe asked, feeling just a tad bit insecure.

Lucifer held up his hands in a defensive gesture, "No, no, no. I complimented her on a fur stole she was wearing one time. She informed me that it was made from the fur of three of her dead cats."

"Disgusting. I guess she and Rod will happy together. He has two taxidermy parrots from his role play at his place."

"Vile. Oh, that's disturbing. I'm glad you've seen the light."

"Yep. As the kids say, hashtag forever alone."

Let me tell you about forever, Chloe.

"So, what do we have today? Any cases?"

"There was a weird call this morning. Come to my desk, I'll show you the file. It makes no sense, really."

At her desk, she handed Lucifer the folder and he opened it, reading the transcript of the call that came in around 5:00 am. The caller had said 'Deckerstar Forever' and hung up the phone. They couldn't run a trace because the call time was too short.

Lucifer schooled his features and handed the file back to her, "You're right, it makes no sense at all."

"I guess we'll have to see if anything comes up from it. I'll just file it away for now."

Indeed we will. In the meantime, I'm going to have to give your daughter a lesson in the art of being subtle.