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Lucifer arrived in front of Liz's door feeling exhausted. It had been a busy week; and as he could count the number of competent demons on one hand, a majority of the work fell on him. He couldn't wait to spend the day relaxing with Liz.

He knocked on the door and Liz opened it. "I'm really, really sorry about this." She said when she saw him.

Well that was ominous. But before Lucifer could question it, he found himself being dragged into the apartment by a visibly nervous Liz. The fact that Liz was nervous made him nervous because Liz could look vengeful pagans in the eyes and insult them and be completely cool; so whatever this was about had to be bad.

She half-dragged him into the kitchen. There was a man he had never met before leaning against the counter.

This man unnerved him. There was something about him that made his hair stand on end. And he seemed familiar. Lucifer felt like he should know this man, which was strange because he could count on one hand the number of humans that he found important enough recognize and this man wasn't one of them.

The man looked him up and down with storm gray eyes; then he scowled and turned to Liz. "Your mystery friend is the Devil?"

"Yep." Liz said.

The man spread his arms in a 'why' gesture and Liz shrugged in return. The man sighed. "Lizzy, we are going to have a talk about this later." Then he fixed his gaze on Lucifer. "But right now we need your help."

"Help with what?" Lucifer didn't know if he really wanted an answer.

"To rob the Met." Liz said target was the Metropolitan Museum of Art, where Liz worked. It was going to be a tough target; the warding in the museum prevented you from teleporting into the place.

Lucifer gave her a wry smile. "I'm not even surprised, at this point it's just another day." Then psychically he asked. "Liz who is this guy?"

"This is Gilgamesh."She responded.

Oh shit. Gilgamesh was basically Liz's second father. And she liked him better than her dad. And if Gilgamesh disapproved of him… the thought made him panic. If Gilgamesh disapproved of him, which he undoubtedly did, he would tell Liz to stop hanging out with him. Liz would listen to Gilgamesh.

Lucifer made himself calm down. He told himself that he'd cross that bridge if he got to it.

"So, what's the job?" Lucifer asked aloud.

"So a few months ago this mob boss from L.A. comes forward with a painting that he claims is a lost work of Vincent van Gogh." Liz says. "The only problem is that van Gogh never made that painting."

"I knew Vincent." Gilgamesh said. "I know every picture he ever painted and that isn't one of them. Trying to pass off this forgery is an insult to his memory."

Lucifer frowned. "But if it's a forgery, shouldn't people realize it when they're authenticating the painting."

"Oh, they have. I was part of the team that authenticated it. I was threatened by said mob boss; and he told me that if I didn't say that the painting was real, he would kill people who were important to me." Liz said evenly, like she was stating a simple fact.

Gilgamesh huffed angrily, and Lucifer felt the same way. But he knew Liz wouldn't appreciate it if he mother-henned her about it. So instead he focused on the job. "What do we need to do?"

Gilgamesh unrolled blue prints. "The museum hasn't actually bought the painting yet. But the purchase is tomorrow, so tonight's our chance. The painting is being held in the restoration room, here." He circled the room. "Now tonight the museum is hosting a charity gala, over here." He circled the room where the gala would be.

Liz stepped in. "All the museum staff have been given an invite and are allowed to take a plus one, which is good because this is a two man job."

"Wait; if this is a two man job, why do you need my help?" Lucifer asked.

"Gilgamesh has been banned from the museum." Liz said with a smirk. And this was without a doubt the man who really raised Liz. To do something so out there that you got banned from a place in New York City was exactly something that Liz would do.

"Alright, alright. Stay focused." Gilgamesh grumbled. Gilgamesh filled in the rest of the details about the plan. "So are we clear?" Gilgamesh asked when he was finished.

Liz and Lucifer nodded in agreement.

"Liz requested I pick up something for tonight." Gilgamesh said. "I'll be back soon." He gave Lucifer an indecipherable look before heading out.

"What are we going to do?" Lucifer asked Liz.

Liz gave him a look. "You know, you're going to be expected to dance at this."

"Liz, I don't know how to dance."

"I know, so I'm going to have to teach you." Liz offered him her hand. He took it and Liz pulled him close. She guided his hands so one rested on her shoulder and the other held her hand. "Just step where I step."

Then they were moving. Forward left, slide right, turn, forward right, slide left, turn, and repeat. At first Lucifer was clumsy and stumbling. But eventually he worked out a rhythm. Liz got her iPod out so he could learn to move to the beat of the music. Once Liz was confident he had mastered it, they moved onto other dances. In a few hours he was reasonably confident he could get through the evening without making a fool of himself.

They had gotten the necessary dances out of the way and now they were slow dancing. They were positioned with his hands around her waist, and her arms around his shoulders. Liz had told him it would be unlikely that they would have the chance to use this one, and he had mastered it in thirty seconds. But they didn't have anything else to do anyway, and he liked being this close to Liz.

"You know I've always loved dancing." Liz told him.

"Really?"

"Yeah; I haven't done it in a while, though. I haven't had a partner."

He was about to respond when Gilgamesh entered the apartment, carrying a garment bag. He stepped away from Liz when Gilgamesh glared at him.

"Here, I have something for you." Gilgamesh threw the garment bag at Lucifer. There was an expensive-looking suit inside. "You can't go to the gala dressed like that."

Lucifer looked down at the clothes he was currently wearing. He saw Gilgamesh's point. He took the bag. "Thank you for picking this up."

"You're welcome." Gilgamesh responded. An awkward pause stretched after that statement.

"Okay!" Liz clapped her hands together. "Lucifer you can use the bathroom to change. And if you'll excuse me I have to go get ready myself."

Lucifer hurried into the bathroom and changed quickly. He finished changing in three minutes, and spent the next ten trying to tie his tie. He eventually managed it and he made a mental note to find out who invented ties and drag them to the deepest level of hell.

He walked back into the living room and to his dismay Liz wasn't there yet. He resolved to try and be polite.

He sat on the couch across from Gilgamesh. There was a minute where nothing was said and Gilgamesh's eyes focused intensely on him. It was really uncomfortable.

Then suddenly Gilgamesh asked, "What are your intentions toward Liz?"

The question caught him off guard. "We're just friends."

"But seriously, what are you doing here? You brought the apocalypse. You want to destroy humanity, and Liz is human." Was he imagining it, or did he see disappointment in Gilgamesh's eyes when he mentioned the apocalypse?

Lucifer shrugged. "I like her."

"Why?" he demanded.

"Because she's the first person in my entire existence to like me; not because of what I am, but because of who I am. She sees me, the real me, and she's not appalled; she isn't afraid." The truth came spilling from his lips before he could stop it.

Gilgamesh nodded. "If you hurt her I will make you regret it."

"That is the one thing you don't have to worry about." Lucifer said seriously.

There was a very uncomfortable silence after that. And then after several eternities Liz came out.

The only makeup she was wearing was a small amount of eyeliner that made her blue eyes standout. She was wearing a black long-sleeved low cut dress that came down to just above her knees.

She was, in a word, breathtaking.

Lucifer stood up. He searched for words but she had rendered him speechless. Finally he managed, "You look beautiful."

"Really?"

"No, beautiful barely covers just how amazing you look." She beamed at his comment.

"You don't look so bad yourself." She teased. Then she asked, "Do you think I look better like this?"

Lucifer shook his head. "I like you best when you're being you. There's no denying you look stunning like this, but it's something you wouldn't be caught dead in regularly. And you look just as beautiful everyday as you do right now." And that was truth, although he didn't realize it until he said it. How could he not have seen this before? He realized that he had seen it, but had subconsciously shoved those thoughts aside.

Liz smiled at him. "Honey, you'll turn a girl's head with talk like that."

Wait, hold on. Was she flirting with him? Should he be flirting back?

Thankfully Gilgamesh interrupted before he could make a fool of himself. "Are you guys having a physic conversation?" Gilgamesh asked.

Liz said "No." at the exact time Lucifer said "Yes."

"Rude." But he smirked like Liz did when she didn't really mind.

"Alright, we should go if we want to make it on time." Liz said.

"Whoa, wait." Gilgamesh grabbed a camera off the counter. "Prom pictures."

Liz rolled her eyes. But she moved next to Lucifer and smiled. Gilgamesh took a picture. "There, happy?" She asked.

"Immensely." He responded. "Now go, have fun!"

"Goodbye." Liz called as they walked out the door.

They walked for a minute before Liz spoke up. "Are you okay? You look like something is bothering you."

"Yeah, it's just… I don't think Gilgamesh approves of me."

"Gilgamesh doesn't approve of most of the things I do. He also didn't approve when I got my Harley Softail. It didn't stop me."

That made him smile. That bike was Liz's pride and joy. He still was unsure though. Liz must have noticed. "Did you really think I would just stop letting you come over just if Gilgamesh said so; because if you did then you and I have not met. Come on hell boy, you're my best friend! I'm not concerned with what everyone else says."

Lucifer would never admit it to anyone, but he started to tear up. "You'll never know how much that means to me."

"Trust me, I do." They walked in silence for the rest of the way, but it was a comfortable silence.

The Museum looked beautiful at night. As they walked up the steps Lucifer took a moment to appreciate the way it was lit up. It wasn't until they got inside that the problem started. He still had a bit of a problem with other people. And when they got inside it was really crowed. He tried to keep it together, he really did. But after the tenth person bumped into him, irrational panic started building. It was always worse when he was indoors.

Onetime when Lucifer was sitting alone in his office he considered it and figured that his time in the cage had left him with some form of claustrophobia. But he was not currently alone in his office and he was on the verge of freaking out.

Thankfully Liz seemed to realize it and crooked her elbow into his. He started calming down. Of course the people were still around, he still felt like he didn't have enough room, and he was still a little uncomfortable. But her touch was enough to reassure him that he wasn't alone in this teeming mass, and that was enough.

After a few minutes a man walked onto a makeshift stage. He started saying things into a microphone and Lucifer supposed that the man was making a speech; but everyone was talking and the microphone only distorted the sound so Lucifer couldn't understand a word of what was being said. The the speech ended and everyone clapped.

Then the music started.

Lucifer led them over to the dance floor and they started to dance. Liz's movements were smooth and graceful and he didn't do as bad as he thought he'd do. After a few songs Liz gave him the signal and he maneuvered them over to where the curator of the museum was dancing with his date. Lucifer spun her around and as she turned she quickly grabbed his ID card from the clip on his belt and she slipped it into Lucifer's pocket. The curators' card was the only one that could open up the restoration room after hours. As soon as the song ended they made their way to the side of the room and slipped out of it.

The cameras were on a loop (Liz had done that yesterday) so they didn't have to worry about that. But there was a patrol that came through this area every five minutes, and it took eight to get to the restoration room. They would get to the supply closet about halfway down the hall, and wait until the guard passed. In theory it was a good plan. However, the guard was slightly early. As Lucifer was closing the door the guard rounded the corner.

"Liz."

"Yeah?"

"The guard saw me."

"Shit! He's early."

"I know. What do we do?"

Liz thought about it. Her eyes darted around the small closet for something that could be of use. Finally they focused on him. "Kiss me."

"What?!" Did she just say what he thought she said?

"If the guard sees us kissing, he'll assume that we just snuck away for some privacy and..." The doorknob began to turn. "Oh, for god's sake!" She grabbed his tie, pulled his head down, and pressed their lips together in a chaste kiss.

In the back of his mind Lucifer registered that the door was opened and then shut quickly, but that wasn't important because Elizabeth Holloway was kissing him; and he froze.

She pulled away quickly after the guard shut the door. "I'm sorry about that."

Before she got too far he pulled her back. And then a part of him was screaming to stop, to walk away, because he was kissing Elizabeth Holloway. And she was kissing back. And he didn't stop, because even though he was the devil, he was a hypocrite and he wanted this. And her tongue was sweeping across the top of his mouth, and right now there was no place he'd rather be.

Eventually Liz had to come up for air. "I take that back, I'm not sorry at all. Are you?"

"No, not at all." He replied honestly. And suddenly he felt a rush of emotions that weren't his, and Lucifer remembered why it had been a bad idea to kiss her.

"Later, after we steal the painting, we are going to talk about this." She promised. "But we have to go, now." She probably wouldn't like what he was going to say. Lucifer didn't know how she was going to react when she learned of the bond. But right now he had to but his brave face on.

"Okay. Let's go."

They made it to the restoration room without incident. Lucifer scanned the card and they got in easy. But the safe was the hard part. The safe could only be opened if someone entered the combination and turned they safe's key within three seconds of each other.

"When I say now, turn the key." Liz instructed.

She put her ear to the safe and began turning the handle. After about five minutes and three attempts (judging by Liz's cursing) she gave the signal. "Now!"

The safe creaked open, revealing the painting inside. It was smaller than he expected. Lucifer pulled it out of the safe.

They got to the back entrance and slipped out the door without incident. But they didn't say anything. The easy banter that normally passed between them had ceased, and Lucifer found the silence deafening. And the worst part was that he didn't know how to break it. He grabbed Liz's arm and flew them back to her apartment, all the while trying to figure out how to say what he wanted to say.

But Gilgamesh was there; and this wasn't a conversation Lucifer wanted to have in front of him.

"Oh good, you've got the painting." Gilgamesh said mildly. "Were there any complications?"

Liz shook her head. "No, everything went according to plan." She glanced at Lucifer as she said this.

"Alright, thank you Lucifer, for your help with this." Gilgamesh said. "But I really need to talk with Liz, in private."

Lucifer felt frustrated. He needed to talk with Liz now.

"Hell boy, it's fine. We'll talk next week." Her tone was casual, but her eyes made the statement a promise. As in 'I promise, we will talk about this; but not right now.'

"Okay, I'll see you next week." Lucifer would never know how he managed to keep his voice even. "Good bye."

"Good bye." Liz called back.

Lucifer flew back to this week's headquarters as quickly as possible. Then he leaned against a wall and tried not to freak out.

*SPN*

As soon as Lucifer vanished, Gilgamesh rounded on Liz. "Can I ask why the hell would you even let the devil into New York? He's trying to end the world Liz! He's defiantly got ulterior motives for being here."

"He's met Jack, Selena, and Leo multiple times and none of them have tried to kill him! What's more, they actually like him!" Liz protested.

"They didn't try to kill Morgan, and look what she's done! They aren't infallible, Liz."

"They acted skittish around her."

"What?"

"The entire month before Morgan's betrayal, they were uneasy around her; and they haven't been acting strangely in any way around him."

That seemed to throw him for a loop. "He's still dangerous."

Liz actually laughed at that. "I'm dangerous! I've taken down entire armies on my own! You're dangerous; I've seen pagans balk at a mere look from you. Sif and Athena are dangerous too. Should I stay away from them? Should I stay away from you?"

"You know that's not what I mean." He huffed.

"I don't actually. What do you mean?"

"Goddammit! He's trying to bring hell on Earth!" Gilgamesh suddenly stopped; he looked at Liz and smirked. "Oh I know what this is. You think you can help him. You think you can change him so he'll stop the apocalypse. You always saw the best in people even when it wasn't there."

"That's what it was at first." Liz admitted. "I thought that maybe I could show him that humans aren't so bad. But do you know what? He makes me laugh, he helps me design wards, and I can talk to him about everything and nothing. He made me realize that this is a life worth living, something that I had a hard time with after Morgan's betrayal. And you know what? I like him. I genuinely do. And I don't care if you disapprove."

There was silence for a full thirty seconds following her outburst."So that's how it is?" Gilgamesh asked.

Liz nodded, determined. "Yeah, that's how it is."

Gilgamesh left the apartment without another word.

A/N: And those idiots finally kiss! Of course this has created a problem. I'm sure you're all wondering what this bond is that Lucifer was so worried about. Three words: angelic mating rituals. But I'll expand on that more next week.

And look at all this drama. I think Gilgamesh is being kind of reasonable though. I mean, how would you feel if your surrogate daughter befriended the devil and then started getting really close to him? I imagine you wouldn't take it well either.

Anyway that's all for now. And remember reviews are always welcome!