"You like her," Lopez finally said.

"Beg your pardon Miss Lopez?" he asked distractedly.

"Liya," she smiled up at him, "you like her," she told him again.

"How is it that you know all this just by looking at me?" he smiled.

"I listen and observe Lucifer, that's my job. She's different, like you. Can't really place why but you almost give off the same energy." Ella looked at the Devil once more, "You're going to miss her when she's gone huh?"

Lucifer turned his gaze back to the Princess, it was a look of longing, Ella was right and he didn't want to admit it. The Devil was an entity of pleasure in the moment, immediate payoff and not the long play. Liya was a long play, an eternity to be precise. His eyes turned down slightly, he didn't want to think about her leaving.

"Lucifer," Ella asked softly touching his hand.

"Nothing Miss Lopez," he turned to her, straightening up, "Yes I will miss her as I suppose you will miss her," he looked at the forensic scientist, "let's try and show her a good time while she is here, eh?"

Liya came back into the lab, "Well it appears that once again I am off the hook for work until tomorrow," she smiled at the handsome Devil, "this seems to be a theme with Rick, care to give me a tour of your fair city?"

Lucifer beamed, "Love to, darling" he told her turning back to Ella, "until later Miss Lopez."

Lucifer took Liya under his arm again walking her out to the busy floor of the precinct. He effortlessly walked her through the din of the chatter and officers to Decker's desk where she and Rick were discussing the case with Dan.

"Thanks for narrowing this down for me Li," Castle said handing her a fresh coffee.

"You are an angel Richard Castle," she said taking the paper cup from him inhaling the scent of the caffeinated beverage, its warmth now seeping into her hands.

"Remember to tell Kate that when we get back," he laughed, a smile crinkling his kind face from ear to ear. He was no doubt eager to get back, to her.

Liya's face dropped slightly, "Of course Rick," she said. Her gaze shifted to the tall fallen angel next to her, she would have to leave him, eventually, like always. She gave a small and saddened sigh before taking a sip of her coffee.

"Plans Lucifer," Chloe asked hopefully.

"I was going to take Miss Arkinson on my personalized tour of Los Angeles," he said in his normal lively manner.

"Sounds like a good time," Dan said with an amused smirk and not so subtle tone of sarcasm.

"For your information Detective Douche," Lucifer grinned, "I am a fantastic tour guide," he added and Liya stifled a giggle with a sip from her coffee cup. Morningstar turned, "Shall we, my pretty Princess," he held out his arm for her.

"Let's be on our way," Liya took his arm.

"Lovely," he said leading her out of the precinct.

Lucifer took her to the all the tourist stops, The Hollywood Walk of Fame where she stood in the footprints of the greats: Marilyn Monroe, Betty Grable, Ginger Rogers, and Bette Davis. A few miles down the road to Mann's Chinese Theater there were so many people walking back and forth it was an effort to spot the paparazzi trying to greedily snap pictures of the latest scandal. There were a few side glances at the Princess and a few sneers thrown but nothing was said to her which she found a relief. This was in essence a vacation, the first one she had really ever taken and Liya really didn't want it ruined by people who couldn't possibly understand what actually happened.

"How are you enjoying the City of Reinvention?"

"Reinvention," Liya questioned the Devil.

Lucifer nodded, "This is where anyone can become whoever and whatever you want!" He moved in front of her, "Who would you like to be my darling?"

Liya thought for a moment, while not a serious question, it took her a moment to respond, "Someone that blends in, unnoticeable, just part of the crowd."

Lucifer guffawed for a moment, then sobered slightly when she didn't laugh along with him. "Oh," he said, "you're serious?"

Amaliya nodded, "I've had enough of being known and for all the wrong reasons," she told him as they walked down the boulevard passing through the throng of patrons.

Morningstar took that into consideration for a moment, he hadn't thought about it from her perspective, it would be hard. He had seen people turn and look at Amaliya with disgust in their eyes, heard the whispers, all these mortals were ridiculous of course. She suddenly grabbed his arm and exclaimed holding onto him as her feet went out from under her. Lucifer quickly pulled her upright keeping the Princess from falling. Damned tourists needed to watch where they were going.

"Are you alright Liya," he asked holding her steady.

"Serves the bitch right," a passerby yelled out, ever the typical Neanderthal. Oversized novelty t-shirt that was extremely well worn, half fallen apart jean shorts that were from his younger and slimmer days, and Dad awful foam sandals stuck to his feet with his unclean toes sticking out over the edge.

"What did you say," the Devil retorted.

This human gave a somewhat mocking laugh, "Don't you know who this little whore is?"

He stated with such distaste in his mouth that he spit when he said 'whore' getting his disgusting saliva dangerously close to Liya, while the venom hit it mark. She backed up trying desperately to hide into the background as a crowd started to form.

"She's that twat that nearly destroyed Manhattan," he said, his dumbly plain face lit up with each insult he threw at Liya making Lucifer more incensed. "Aren't you twat, hiding behind another pretty face, plan on destroying Los Angeles while you're out here?" He let out a sluggish chuckle causing others to join in.

Someone pushed Amaliya forward, her face was red with embarrassment and hot with anger. All she wanted to do was run home. She looked at Lucifer, he was so angry, she grabbed his arm gently, "He isn't worth it Lucifer," her soft voice brought his eyes to hers. Those calming eyes like the sea at low tide. "Let's go, please," she pleaded.

"Yeah Pussifer," the man cackled, "go, aren't man enough to take me on anyway," he crossed his arms with an even more triumphant grin on his face. His beady eyes lit with excitement.

Lucifer looked at Liya, he couldn't let this go, couldn't just walk away while this mediocre trash hurled insults at his friend. She removed her hands from his arm, and he turned to the man, "I believe my dear sir you owe this fine young woman an apology," he stated jovially.

"What," the man gaped out, "I ain't apologizing to alien scum sluts."

Morningstar closed the gap between him and the man with incredible speed. He towered over the slovenly man and Liya couldn't see what was happening but something truly horrific must have transpired from the growing terror in the man's scrunched face. He started screaming, the timbre growing louder the longer Lucifer stared at him. No hands were thrown, nothing was said, the Devil was just staring at the man.

"I'M SORRY PRINCESS," the man shouted very sincerely, "I'M SO SORRY, PLEASE FORGIVE ME!"

Liya stood there dumbfounded and speechless. The person who pushed her forward to be further ridiculed had run in the opposite direction and the crowd had rather quickly dispersed with them. The Princess just stared at Lucifer's back.

"PLEASE FORGIVE ME AND MAKE HIM STOP!"

"I…uh…forgive…you?" the muttered, the words stilted and uneven.

Lucifer let the man run away, completely terrified as he scrambled as far as he could. He fell a few times picking himself up as he did to put as much distance between, he and the devil as possible. Lucifer simply turned around straightening his jacket walking back over to the Princess with a grin on his face.

"Shall we continue?"

"What on Midgard did you do to him?"

"I simply showed him my real face," the Devil stated plainly.

"You didn't…" she started to protest. Staring at him in disbelief.

"Yes, Miss Arkinson, I did. No one deserves to be talked to the way that monster of a man talked to you." He turned to face her. Lucifer gently lifted her chin, "Especially you Amaliya," he said so softly, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

His visage shifted to long hair and green eyes once more as his mouth overtook hers for a moment it seemed he stole her breath away while he kissed her. His fingers were still around her chin when their lips broke contact, he was Lucifer again.

"Thank you Lucifer," she whispered into his mouth.

"You're welcome Liya," he whispered back, her heart skipped a beat hearing his voice so soft and sweet. "What would you say we adjourn somewhere a bit quieter and less populated?"

"That sounds lovely," Liya answered.