AN: Who else is excited for the season finale?

The pair were still sat at the bar, recovering from their blows Malcolm had dealt them, when the elevator doors opened. They both turned to see Amenadiel stumble out, partially crouched as if he was in pain.

Chloe saw her partner tense. "Lucifer…"

"Wait," he said to her. "As highly unlikely as it may seem, he might not want to fight."

Amenadiel managed to straighten himself out before plodding down the stairs, and Chloe began to agree with Lucifer; if anything, the older Angel looked like he was in too much pain to fight. Either from her bullets or from the fight with Lucifer, it didn't matter.

When he reached the bar, Amenadiel looked to Lucifer, then at Chloe, and then turned to Lucifer again before asking, "Do you have any Cosmos?"

Lucifer scoffed. "A bloody Cosmo? If you're going to ask for a drink, brother, at least ask for one that isn't quite so girly."

"Cosmos are yummy."

If the situation hadn't been so dire, Chloe would've burst into laughter at just how serious Amenadiel sounded when he said that.

The Devil rolled his eyes. "Doesn't really matter, anyway. I'm not giving you a drink after the mess you've caused, and I'm not talking about the one upstairs. A mess I'm having to clear up, by the way. Not that you'll be of any help with that. You're more useful on the floor with three bullets in your chest."

At the mention of the shooting, Amenadiel turned to Chloe. "I know what you're thinking, Detective. How can I hide my bullet-proof vest under this shirt? Well, it's actually quite simple-"

Chloe rolled her eyes. "Cut the crap. I know you're an Angel, and I know Lucifer's the Devil."

Amenadiel frowned. "Wait, what?"

"Oh, and that reminds me." She hopped off her stool and walked towards him, managing it since she was no longer dizzy. "It's a shame this won't hurt as much as I want it to." And then she punched him in the face, throwing all of her strength into it.

The fact that he didn't block her meant that he hadn't seen it coming, else his lightning reflexes would've stopped her. His head snapped to the side as though he'd only been slapped, and Lucifer laughed from where he was still sat. "Oh, the GIFs I could create if I had a phone."

Chloe ignored him, keeping her focus on Amenadiel. "You freed a man from Hell! A murderer! And for what? To kill your brother? Just because he wanted to be his own man instead of stuck in probably the worst job ever?! A job he doesn't even deserve?! If Lucifer hadn't already told me you're his brother, I'd think you were a demon instead of God's Angel! You're nothing but a selfish, manipulative, lying son of a bitch!"

"That part's very true, actually. Our mum's quite the bitch."

She ignored Lucifer again. "Do you have any idea what your actions have caused? Behind that bar a man lies dead, killed by the murderer you freed from Hell! His name was Jacob Williams, and he's not the only victim! Rose Davis, Mike Carey, Anthony Paolucci, and who knows how many more people have been killed by him! He even tried to kill me before my ex-husband put him in that coma you woke him from! And now? Your brother and me could go down for murder because of all this. So, I hope you're happy. I hope all this was worth what you were trying to accomplish."

Her breaths came short and fast as she attempted to calm down from her rant – which appeared to have worked, if Amenadiel's averted gaze was any indication.

"Is that all, Detective?" Lucifer asked. "Or should I go and make some popcorn?" He was smirking, and had even poured himself a drink.

Chloe shrugged, her glare still fixed on the older Angel. "It depends what he wants to do now. Because if he still expects to take you back to Hell, he'll discover that there'll be one pissed off Detective standing in the way."

Amenadiel lifted his gaze to meet hers, and he sighed in defeat. "No. I'm not taking you back to Hell, Luci."

That caught the Devil's attention, and he rose to his feet to stand beside Chloe as the Detective blinked in surprise at the Angel's words. She hadn't been expecting that.

"You don't want to take me back to Hell?" Lucifer was staring at his brother like he'd sprouted a second head. "The one bloody thing you've wanted this entire time? Did I punch you in the head too hard? Or did the bullets in your chest move up to your brain?"

"Maze was right," said Amenadiel. "We used her. And Malcolm. You're right, Chloe. People have died because of us."

Chloe's eyebrow rose and Lucifer scoffed. "Because of you, you mean?"

It took a moment for him to answer, but Amenadiel hung his head low and nodded. "Yes, because of me. Somehow, I lost sight of the bigger picture; of the cost of my actions, and just…how truly selfish they were."

"Did you figure that out before or after the Detective yelled at you?" Lucifer asked. "Because if it's before, then I think this side of you is scarier than the angry one."

Amenadiel looked between the pair. "Why did you even tell her about us? Humans can't have proof of divinity!"

Lucifer rolled his eyes. "It's just the Detective. I don't see the harm."

"And I can handle it fine." Chloe continued to glare at him.

"Besides, I didn't tell her," Lucifer went on to explain. "She saw my wings – you know, the ones you had stolen as part of your first plan to get me back to Hell? This is really a trauma conga line for you, brother. If you hadn't done that, then she would never have found out, so that's on you! Though if I'm entirely honest, the Detective finding out the truth is the best thing that's happened to me here on Earth, besides meeting her. So really, I should be thanking you."

The warmth that his confession brought spread through Chloe, beginning with her heart. Her glare finally dropped and she sent Lucifer a smile. "You mean that?"

"I never lie, Detective." He smiled in returned.

Amenadiel's eyebrows rose. "Holy Father above, you have changed."

Lucifer returned his attention to his brother and narrowed his eyes. "So, what are you planning to do about this new revelation of yours, brother?"

"My eyes are wide open now," the Angel replied, "and I need to make this right. I need to find Malcolm, and I need to send him back to Hell. Will you help me?"

The Devil shrugged. "Sounds like fun to me."

"We're already going after him," said Chloe. "We could use the help." As much as she really didn't like Amenadiel after what he'd done, he wanted to atone and he wanted to help. Having an invulnerable Angel on their side would give them a huge advantage over Malcolm, who probably still thought that the two Angels hated each other.

She heard footsteps coming from the main door, and thought for a moment that it was Malcolm returning, or maybe another cop. But instead she heard Dan's voice call out, "Chloe?"

"Down here!"

He appeared at the top of the stairs before hurrying down them. "Are you OK? What happened?"

"Malcolm found my phone. Tried to destroy the evidence." She gestured to the glass which held said phone. "You got here fast."

"I was in the area looking for Jacob," Dan explained.

Chloe nodded her head towards the bar. "He's behind there with a bullet in his brain. Malcolm must've shot him when Lucifer and I were upstairs. And it gets worse."

"The Detective and I tried to grab the gun, but now our fingerprints are all over it," Lucifer explained. "So, for all your corrupt little organisation knows, either one of us could be the murderer."

"And since you two have more probable cause than Malcolm…" Dan threw his head back in frustration. "There's no evidence at the other crime scenes except your name," He nodded at Lucifer, "but Malcolm still has buddies at the station. From what he's told me, anyway. They could plant something." His eyes narrowed when he took a close look at the Devil. "God, your face."

"Wrong deity, and you should've seen the other chap. Oh, you're looking at him, in fact." Lucifer slapped Amenadiel's shoulder. "Meet my brother, Amenadiel." At Dan's frown, he added, "Yes, I know what you're thinking. He's much less handsome than I am."

"Guys, we need to think," Chloe cut in. "Malcolm could be on his way to the precinct right now in order to tell his version of the story."

But Dan shook his head. "I doubt it. Malcolm's smart. He won't risk the possibility that someone could take your side."

"Who?" she asked. "After everything that happened at Palmetto, who would take my side?"

"After what happened to Paolucci? You'd be surprise," Dan explained. "And I've been hearing whispers; people have been noticing Malcolm acting weird. Anti-sociable. It's making everyone a little twitchy."

"I'll say." Everyone turned to the stairs where Maze had appeared. Chloe decided that Lucifer wasn't the only one who needed to start wearing a bell; his demon bartender was probably worse than he was. "A few cops were in here last week, just to hang. Heard they'd stopped going to that cop bar because Malcolm was there. I could smell the fear on them. It was exciting." As she spoke, she walked down the stairs and stopped to lean against the bar. "Did I miss all the fun?"

"A demon ninja bartender could have been useful, yeah," said Chloe.

Lucifer spoke up before more could be said between the two women. "You know, I think I've had enough of all this standing around and talking business. We need to find our dear friend Malcolm so I can tear his arms and legs off!"

Chloe nodded. "You're right. We need a plan, and I think it's best that we split up." She turned to her ex. "Dan, you stay here and call in Jacob's murder. Try and explain what happened as best you can."

"I'll see if one of the techs can get anything off your phone." Dan nodded to himself. "I can try to stall them as best I can, but once they get the fingerprints on the gun, they'll want to at least question you both. And it'll be better for both of you if you have Malcolm by then."

"In the meantime, try and find any evidence you can. He had paint on his hands, but he can easily wash that away." Dan moved away to make the call while Chloe turned to the others. "We need to split into pairs and cover more ground."

"Excellent, Detective!" Lucifer exclaimed. "You and me, then?"

Maze protested, "No way! There's no way I'm going anywhere with him!" She pointed at Amenadiel, who looked both hurt and ashamed. "Right now, I'd rather go with you, Decker. As hard as it is for me to admit, I actually hate you the least right now."

Lucifer gave a frustrated groan. "Mazikeen-"

"I actually think that's a good idea," said Chloe, even though like Maze, she hated to admit that. "Lucifer, Malcolm will be expected both of us to come after him, together. If we split up, he won't see it coming."

Despite clearly wanting to protest – wanting to stay with her, and she couldn't blame him; she wanted the same – Lucifer nodded. "It makes sense. Do the unexpected."

"And this way, you won't get hurt."

He nodded again. "But you are pairing me off with my literal bash brother, so if we come back with more bruises than we have now…"

She rolled her eyes. "Just get on with it."

Dan came back over to them. "Cops are on their way. Here." He took out his gun and handed it to her. "Stay safe."

Chloe took the gun, gave him a nod of thanks, and turned back to the celestial trio. "You guys ready to catch a crook?"

By morning, it was decided that Chloe and Maze would stop by Malcolm's home while Lucifer and Amenadiel went to the latter's office in order to talk further. About what, Chloe didn't know, but it was most likely about how they were going to get Malcolm back into Hell. Which she really didn't want to know about, and didn't mind that they'd gone to talk about it in private.

The car journey over to Malcolm's home was quiet. Purposely on Maze's part, Chloe thought; she wagered that the demon wanted to unnerve her. But she wasn't about to fall for that.

Maze didn't speak until they'd arrived and had climbed out of the car. "I wish I had my knives."

"You're not gonna need them," said Chloe.

The demon smirked. "I never need them."

Chloe rolled her eyes as they walked up the front porch. She banged on the door. "LAPD! Malcolm-" She was cut off when Maze kicked the door in without a word and stepped inside. Knowing that telling her off would be as fruitless as it was with Lucifer, the detective just inwardly shrugged and stepped in after her. "Hello? Anyone here?"

"Huh."

Following Maze's gaze, Chloe saw that the living room and the dining room had been piled high with boxes – boxes that contained recently bought items, mostly digital. TVs, computers, power tools, cooking equipment… "Looks like Malcolm likes to shop."

"You cops must make a lot of money," said Maze, looking mildly impressed as she inspected the stuff. "You hiring?"

"We're not, and we don't," Chloe replied. She'd never seen so much new…stuff in her life, not even on Black Friday. Everything she could see was stuff she could only dream of buying. "I have no idea how he can afford all of this."

Maze's eyebrow rose curiously. "Well, if you don't make good money, why do you do this job?"

"Because I get to shoot people," said Chloe, reasoning that it would be the only answer that the demon would understand. She added as an afterthought, "which is something you should keep in mind."

Maze juts laughed. "No, really. Why?"

Chloe sighed. "Because I hate it when people get away with things they shouldn't."

"And you like to shoot people."

She smirked. "Yeah."

Before more could be said Chloe heard the distinctive 'click' of a shotgun being loaded. She dived forwards, pushing Maze down behind a pile of boxes, right when a shot rang out. Cardboard exploded and was sent flying around them in pieces.

The detective landed on top of Maze, who glanced down at her breasts and smirked. "Oh, now I know why he likes working with you."

Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, Chloe rolled off the demon and pulled her gun out. She crouched down and managed to side-step behind another pile of boxes. "Malcolm, it's the police! Stop firing and put the gun down!"

The firing stopped, but Chloe doubted that Malcolm was going to give himself up so easily. She was about to gesture for Maze to do her ninja thing and work her way around, but then a familiar voice called out, "He's not with you?!" Chloe peered around the boxes to see Mel holding the shot gun instead of her husband – and frightened tears were streaming down her face. "Please tell me he's not with you!"

Chloe exchanged a confused glance with Maze, who also looked surprised for once, before she turned back to the frightened woman. "No."

Mel sighed with relief before turning her back on them, walking into the next room and putting the shotgun down. "Sorry, I thought you were my husband."

To say that Chloe was surprised would be an understatement. The last time she'd seen Mel, the woman had yelled at her for accusing Malcolm of being dirty; had been so distraught that he was dying. Things had changed, though Chloe suspected what had happened. "Mel, why were you shooting at Malcolm?"

The woman sniffed and wiped away her tears using her sleeve. "Ever since he almost died, he…he's been different! He's been…strange! I can't describe it."

"He has a new-found appetite," said Maze. "An insatiable hunger he just can't seem to fill."

Mel frowned. "How do you know?"

"I've seen it before." The demon sent Chloe a sideways glance. "It only gets worse."

Chloe sighed. And she'd know that. Lucifer mentioned that Hell has seriously damaging effects on human souls. This probably isn't the first time she's seen something like this.

"It can't get worse!" Mel tearfully shook her head in disbelief. "He spent all our money, and when I saw him today-"

"Wait, when did he come by today?" Chloe interrupted, desperate.

The woman was silent for a moment before replying, "You just missed him. He was frantic! He was looking for money, and he was angry! He was so angry! And he had this look in his eyes, and he said things…"

"Do you have any idea where he might have gone?"

She shrugged. "He said he was going to go get a beer."

That didn't make any sense. Why would Malcolm get a beer if he knows we might be coming after him? But it was a start. "OK, thanks."

The house phone rang, and Mel rushed to answer it. "Hello?" She frowned, before turning to Chloe and holding it out to her. "It's for you. It's Dan from the station."

"Sorry," she apologized, walking over. "My phone's been wrecked. I asked Dan to ring here." She took the phone and held it to her ear. "You found anything, Dan?"

"Malcolm's good, Chloe. I can't find any evidence tying him to the murders. There's been no call for your arrest, or Lucifer's, but it's up in the air. We're waiting to see if anything can be recovered from your phone. How's it going on your end?"

"Malcolm's not home," she replied. "He might have gone to the Paddock for a drink."

"Why? Lucifer's here with his brother; they said that Malcolm's seen some guy who's made a new identity for him." Chloe nodded; Malcolm would need a new identity in order to run. And Lucifer would know a guy; someone had to have given him an identity when he first arrived on Earth. "If he's this desperate to get away, he wouldn't stop for a drink."

"Especially when he doesn't have the money to get far."

"But he's the kind of guy who'll know how to find it. Maybe there's a bar that owes him money."

"Or one that he could rob for some extra cash."

"What makes you think he'd go to a bar?"

Chloe glanced around her; Maze had gone back to examining all the stuff Malcolm had bought, while Mel was pacing, close to frantic. "Mel said he went out for a beer."

"A beer!" Dan sighed, as if finally connecting the dots on something. "I know where he's gone."

"Do tell, Detective Douche," she heard Lucifer say, and couldn't help but grin at the sound of his voice.

"What is it, Dan?" she asked.

"Lucifer said that Malcolm's going to see some guy named Tommy," Dan explained. "There's a drug dealer named Tommy Kibble who works out of an old brewery on Third. We've had some dealings with him before – and like with Audi, the only cop he'd talk to was Malcolm."

Chloe nodded. "A drug dealer would make sense. He'll have cash on him, but he's not gonna hand it over nicely."

"Shit."

"That surprises you?"

"No, it's just… Lucifer and his brother were standing right there, and now they're gone."

"They do that a lot." Chloe's grin widened.

"I'm leaving the precinct now."

"OK, meet me at the brewery with back-up."

"No, Chloe, you can't-"

But she hung up the phone and turned to Maze. "Dan's got a lead. We're meeting him at a brewery on Third along with Lucifer and Amenadiel." She looked over at Mel, who was still pacing. "Where's your son?"

"I sent him to stay with my parents," she replied. "He's scared too, and I was afraid that Malcolm was gonna hurt him."

"You did the right thing," Chloe assured her. "Go to him, and stay where you are until someone comes for you. If Malcolm shows up, dial 911."

She nodded, and then after a moment of hesitation, spoke again. "I'm sorry, Chloe. If…if he's been like this all along…you were right to think-"

"There's no need to apologize." Chloe stepped forwards and placed a hand on the woman's shoulder. "You didn't know. And honestly, I don't think he was always like this. Beforehand, he was probably just looking for ways to get some extra cash, and then he took it too far. As for his behaviour now, it's very likely that dying caused some brain damage that the doctors missed. Don't blame yourself." Mel nodded, and once again wiped away her fresh tears. "Do you need a ride?"

The woman shook her head. "I need to pack some things first. Just…put that bastard away for me, will you?"

"Decker!" Maze was by the open door and glaring impatiently. "Come on!"

After saying goodbye, Chloe followed the demon outside and back over to her car. She let out a sigh once they were driving. "I hope we get there in time."

"I can track him if we don't," said Maze. "I can put bloodhounds to shame when it comes to hunting the souls of the damned."

Chloe didn't doubt her words and gave the demon a quick glance. "That could've been helpful to mention before. We could've tracked him to the brewery by now."

"You didn't ask."

"Of course." She rolled her eyes. "So, you've done this before?"

"Sometimes souls escape Hell," Maze explained. "It doesn't happen a lot. Every couple centuries, maybe. But when they do, Lucifer and I come to Earth in order to hunt them down. Those were fun times." She smiled, which quickly disappeared. "That was how it started."

"What started?"

Maze replied, "Lucifer's desire to come here. He started spending more time up here after hunts; putting off returning to Hell. Then he started to go flying, more frequently and for longer as time went on. Then one day, he came to me and announced that we were leaving Hell, for good. He fell in love with life on Earth…and while I hate to admit it, he's actually happy here."

"He is." That was easy to see, even without knowing what Lucifer was like before. "But if you know that, why did you try and make him go back?"

"I was selfish," she admitted. "But I'm a demon. I'm supposed to be selfish."

She sounded…unhappy about that. And also like she was trying to convince herself. For the first time, Chloe got the sense that Lucifer wasn't the only deity who needed some positivity in their life.

When they reached the warehouse, Chloe and Maze split up, the former with her gun drawn. She hoped that Lucifer knew she was in the area; she didn't want him acting reckless, thinking he was immortal when he actually wasn't.

It didn't take her long to hear footsteps, and she followed the sound until she caught sight of Malcolm running along a walkway up ahead.

She took aim at him, all her anger from before bubbling to the surface. "Malcolm, freeze!" Malcolm didn't look her way, instead running faster. He threw his bag down to the ground and hurried down the steps towards it. "Stop!"

He didn't stop running, and Chloe was forced to fire at him. She aimed for his legs despite wanting to aim higher, but he was constantly moving and she kept missing. He took cover behind one of the machines, out of reach from his bag that was no doubt filled with cash. Chloe kept firing; she could at least keep him from getting his money. That way he wouldn't be able to get very far.

Eventually Malcolm gave up and ran, leaving the money behind. Chloe slowly walked forwards towards the bag and remained alert in case he tried to come around from another angle.

There were footsteps behind her and she turned, gun still held out in front of her.

Lucifer immediately held his hands up in the air. "Detective, it's me!"

She immediately lowered her gun with a huge sigh of relief. "Lucifer." Unable to stop herself, she ran forwards and threw her arms around him, holding him close, his scent comforting. "I'm so glad you're OK."

"Of course I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?" Lucifer pulled out of the embrace. "Where's Malcolm?"

"He ran, but he left his getaway cash behind," She gestured to the bag, "so he won't get far. Where's Maze?"

"Taking care of Amenadiel," Lucifer replied. "Malcolm stabbed him with one of her knives; a blade forged in Hell, and one of the few things that can kill an Angel. He must've swiped it somehow when he was at Lux."

Chloe sighed, her frustration creeping up on her along with her worry. Dan was in the area with backup, and without backup of their own… "So, we're down one demon ninja bartender, and one Angel. Great."

"Are you pining for some good cop/demon cop action, Detective?" Lucifer smirked. "Well, as much as I'd love to see you and Maze go at it in bed, preferably with me in the middle, I much prefer it when it's just you and me. I mean, look at us! Reunited, and it feels so good!"

"It won't do us any good since we're both wanted on suspicion of murder," Chloe was quick to point out.

"Even better! We're like Bonnie and Clyde!"

She rolled her eyes. "Look, let's just clear our names and find Malcolm, OK?"

"If we do it your way, Detective, we'll both be stuck in a cell until Judgement Day, and trust me, that's a long way off," said Lucifer. "And then Malcolm will get away. We should just skip that part and go straight to the main course."

The detective resisted the urge to slap him upside the head as she put her gun away and collected the bag of money from the floor. "That's incredible impulsive and short-sighted."

"Have you noticed that's my jam?"

"If we fix our reputation, we'll preserve everything we've done," Chloe explained. "But if we go after Malcolm, even if we're proven innocent in the end, there's a chance I could get suspended and you could get fired."

His smile was both a smirk and genuine. "You want to keep working with me."

"Duh."

They began to walk towards the exit, and both their smiles dropped when they saw that Dan had arrived with backup. Chloe paused at the sight; she had no idea what she was going to say, nor how she was going to convince them not to put her and Lucifer in a cell. Maybe Lucifer's right, and we should run and find Malcolm ourselves…

Dan was walking towards them with another cop behind him. Too late.

"Right." Lucifer nodded before he raised his hands. "Very well, Detective. I'm in your hands, but how you intend to prove our innocence is beyond me."

When Dan reached them, he shook his head at Lucifer and gestured, "Put your hands down. We found the evidence we need."

"He did?" Lucifer looked between them. "Can we rethink our surrender?"

Chloe frowned. Only a few hours ago, Dan had nothing. What had he found since then? Had Malcolm finally managed to slip up? Or maybe they managed to retrieve the evidence from her phone? "What did you find?"

Her ex looked hesitant. Almost…resigned. "It's better if I showed you."