Trixie meets Candy and the Vegas fun begins! Hopefully this time what happens in Vegas will be good for the L.A. crew.

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Wrap Me in Your Wings - Chapter 10

I want her to choose me.

In the chaos of the evening, Chloe had neglected to bring her current choice of reading material back to Lucifer's penthouse with her.

Trixie had arrived safely in Las Vegas. Candy had actually video chatted with Maze when Trixie had been delivered to her by a kind stewardess whom, Trixie had learned, knew Lucifer. Their daughter had said 'hi' to both Chloe and Dan and told them both that she was going to find Lucifer.

For the first time that he could recall, Dan had been angry with his daughter.

Chloe shed more tears but gave Candy a heartfelt 'Thank you' for her willingness to help.

Lucifer's ex-wife seemed far more together in the short phone conversation than in the few days that she had actually been part of Lucifer's Los Angeles life. That gave Chloe a little more reassurance that she was making the right decision – letting Trixie continue on this quest.

Now here she was, back at what had quickly become her second home, sitting in her second bed, wearing another of Lucifer's shirts. Somehow Chloe found a way to lose herself when she came into this place.

Each time she stepped off the elevator, she would put her bag down beside the couch, slide her hand over the piano, play just a couple of notes on the black and white keys and then she headed to the bedroom, Lucifer's closet, and would pick a shirt to wrap around her body. Somehow it made her feel intimately close to him.

On her other stays, she had surprisingly found the beautiful, black, fluttering butterfly hiding out in the curtain near the foot of the bed, or in the bathroom, near the closet. She had continued having conversations with it, calling it 'Lucifer' and telling the butterfly what was happening.

This night she had specifically gone looking for the creature, but hadn't found it. Her heart dropped. She needed to tell Lucifer that Trixie had run off to Las Vegas looking for him. She needed him to know… as if a butterfly could take her message to Hell.

She let her mind think realistically for a few minutes as she realized, butterflies weren't really pets. The fact that it had been stuck inside the apartment for weeks was probably not the best option for something that should be out in the open air. Chloe hoped that she wouldn't find the beloved creature on the floor of the penthouse somewhere, dead.

That thought made her suck in a breath. It would be another shot to the heart if that happened.

She had closed her eyes, gone into the bathroom to change and then she went straight to the bookshelf and grabbed another journal to read. She thought she was reading journal number four at home…she was quite sure number five was in her 'Lucifer box' to read next. But the next journal on the shelf was number 7.

Maybe six was at home as well. She wasn't going to overthink that particular point tonight. Instead she took volume number seven, grabbed herself a scotch on the rocks and headed into the bedroom.

Chloe took one second to laugh at herself as she took a long sip of the drink and then carefully put it on the bedside table. When did she become a scotch drinker? Oh, yeah, Lucifer's drink of choice… he had a lot of it here in the penthouse, and it was the good stuff. The really, really good stuff.
-

I have to believe I am truly feeling jealousy now. Cain has not only invaded my life in general, he is completely destroying my relationship with the detective. She sees a man who has taken an interest in her life – and I'm quite sure he has already wormed his way into her bed – but I know he is only out for himself.

I've screwed up, I know that much now. Cain invited her to dinner. I invited her to come to mine earlier the same day, to talk. I realize now I really should have talked to her and shared my feelings with her.

Instead I set a masterful table, prepared a delectable feast, and then postured myself as though I was simply trying to prove that I'm better than Cain – or Pierce – whatever the damn name he's chosen to use.

I had her right there with me. I had the perfect chance to tell her that I want her, that I care for her, that I want more with her. She even gave me more than one perfect opportunity. She asked me who she should be with, who deserved her…

Obviously not me. Because I didn't give her a valid answer. All I could tell her is that it wasn't HIM.

She walked out in tears. Again I've caused her tears. WHY? Why do I keep hurting her?

Is it because I'm Satan? Because I am the devil? That's what everyone thinks I'm doing anyway, isn't it? I hurt others because that's in my nature, that's who I am?

When I look at Chloe crying, I believe that too. I shouldn't even be in her life… But I want to be.

I went to talk to Linda about this. And she helped me make sense of it. She helped me see that I want Chloe to choose me. I want her to care for me. And I went to tell her that but…

But HE was there. HE was down on one knee, asking for her hand in marriage… and she accepted.

I feel sick, physically sick. How could I be so naïve, so self-centered, so… me…

Oh…my…god… Chloe thought about that particular evening and how it had played out. She had come to the penthouse to talk to Lucifer. He had made an amazing dinner for her but then proceeded to ask her if his 'offering' wasn't better than anything Pierce could offer her.

He had been such an unthinking, self-absorbed prick. She had cried. She had bawled. In a moment when she thought Lucifer was going to profess his true feelings for her he had ruined the entire scene by telling her that she deserved better than Pierce. And yet when she asked him who she did deserve, he still wouldn't admit anything except that she was too good for the lieutenant.

Never once did he put himself into the mix or say that he had feelings for her. It was almost a case of 'I don't care who you're with as long as it's not him."

Now she closed her eyes, rubbed her cheek against the collar of his shirt and smiled to herself. "Lucifer Morningstar, you are quite a jealous devil, aren't you?" She caught herself smiling wider and nibbling on her bottom lip.

He was jealous of Pierce for obvious reasons. He was jealous of Dan. There had been a few times he was jealous of Maze, even. And his jealousy was over her. The idea made Chloe tingle. Lucifer Morningstar was jealous of the idea that she might fall for someone else. But finally, after years of torturing them both, finally, he admitted his love for her.

Chloe closed her eyes for just a moment and leaned her head back. She imagined the feel of his lips on her neck and felt herself sighing.

"Dear Lord, I need another…dream…" she thought to herself before closing her eyes. "No, what I really need is for Lucifer to get his jealous ass back here and show me that he deserves me now."

She looked up toward the ceiling fan and then toward the hot tub on the balcony that she could see from the bed. "Do you hear me?" she somewhat yelled. "Get your devil ass back to Los Angeles. Better yet, go to Vegas. Trixie needs to find you. She needs to bring you home."

There, she breathed in and out, she had said it. She had voiced exactly what her mind was thinking. Now she would wait and see if anyone actually heard her.
-

Trixie had made friends with all of the stewardesses on board her short flight to Las Vegas. It had started with the young woman who escorted her from security to the gate where her plane was getting ready to board.

Maze had told the airline workers that Trixie was meeting her favorite uncle in Las Vegas. Soon after that, Trixie was putting her detective skills to work. She simply asked each of the ladies who were bringing treats to her if they knew Lucifer Morningstar.

One of them had smiled widely and blushed a little bit as she admitted, "Mr. Morningstar? Lucifer," she had whispered his first name, "Oh yes, I know him! Is he your uncle?"

Trixie was smart enough to know Lucifer had probably spent some naked cuddle time with this particular woman, so she was more than happy to inform her, "Well, my mother says I'm to call him my uncle, but I think we're working toward stepfather status at this point,"

"Oh?" The young woman's eyes had widened. "Who's your mother?"

Trixie smiled, "Detective Chloe Decker with the LAPD."

"That's the detective he kept talking about. Good for her. Mr. Morningstar really knows how to treat a lady."

Trixie gave her another smile. And every time that woman walked by her first-class seat she refilled Trixie's cup of sprite, passed her another treat, and made sure the child was as comfortable as possible.

When they landed in Vegas, that very stewardess accompanied Trixie off the flight. "Is Mr. Morningstar meeting you here?" she wondered.

"No," Trixie said, slightly casually. "His ex-wife is coming to get me."

The dark-haired woman had stopped walking as the words sank into her mind. Something about the entire situation wasn't kosher but she didn't question it. Instead she helped Trixie find the blonde'ish woman who smiled widely at the girl.

"Ready to find Lucifer?" Candy had asked after giving Trixie a hug.

Trixie nodded, took Candy by the hand and waved goodbye to the stewardess.

The two of them had checked into the hotel without any hesitations at all. Trixie told the hotel staff that Lucifer was meeting them at the hotel and would be there soon. Candy hadn't questioned anything the girl said. The Las Vegas club owner had been away from the L.A. scene for a couple of years and had limited contact with Lucifer since he helped her get her club back in order.

But as she had told him at the end of their pretend marriage, she would owe him for the rest of her life. Lucifer might not see it that way. But Candy decided then that she would make herself available to help her ex-husband anytime he needed it, in any way she possibly could.

That apparently included playing hostess to this 11-year-old young lady who was determined to find him.
-

The ladies settled into the suite on the top floor of the hotel with little gasps and giggles at the expensive amenities. When Trixie finally wandered back into the living room, she plopped herself onto the couch where Candy was scrolling through her phone.

"So," Candy began and looked around the expansive space. "Maze said you were coming to town with an agenda. Something about finding Lucifer… I thought he and your mom had settled things. Is he missing?" She looked quite concerned, Trixie noted.

"Yes and no," Trixie scooted back into the corner of the couch and made herself comfortable. "A couple of months ago there was this big mess when Baby Charlie was kidnapped by a drug gang. Mom says Lucifer was getting blamed for the drug gang coming to town. But he sent them all packing back to Hell, wherever that's supposed to be, and he went after them to protect Charlie, my mom and me. He doesn't want the gang members coming back to Los Angeles and hurting us."

Candy looked at the girl. "Wait, who's baby Charlie?"

Trixie smiled. "He's Amenadiel and Dr. Linda's baby boy, Lucifer's nephew," she quickly pulled out her phone and turned it on to show Candy a picture of the little boy.

The blonde smiled. "He's a cutie!" she commented as Trixie pulled the phone back and promptly turned it off.

"So," Trixie looked more seriously at Candy before the older woman could ask another question, "you were married to Lucifer?"

Candy nodded.

"Did you have sex with him?" Trixie wondered and Candy's eyes widened, unsure whether to answer the question or not.

"It…" she started slowly, "was more a marriage of convenience. I needed help and Lucifer needed help and we figured we could help each other," she explained.

Trixie nodded as she thought. "What did you get out of it?"

"I got my dad's club back. Lucifer paid off debts that I owed so I could keep my club," Candy recalled with a smile.

"And how did you help Lucifer?" Trixie wondered.

"I'm not sure, exactly," Candy pressed her lips together as she tried to remember. "It had something to do with tricking his family, but I also think he was trying to keep your mom from being interested in him. He said he had to protect her from himself…" she stopped as she wondered if she had said more than she should.

The two sat silently for just a few moments as Trixie thought about Candy's explanation. "So he's been doing all sorts of crazy things to protect my mom for a while now, hasn't he?"

Candy laughed. "I guess you could say that, huh? I mean, he must really love her. But if he does, how come he keeps running away from her?"

Trixie shook her head. "Men," she began with a roll of her eyes. "Sometimes they just don't know what they want. Or they are too scared to admit it. Lucifer finally told my mom that he loved her and then poof, he was gone."

Candy laughed and put a hand over on Trixie's sock-foot and patted her toes. "He's a smart guy. He'll come around and he'll come home."

Trixie pressed her lips together in a grateful smile. "I hope so. I hope I can find him here in Vegas. I think it would mean a lot to my mom."
-

A couple of hours later after watching a movie, ordering room service and running up Lucifer's tab, Candy suggested Trixie head to bed. If they were going to get an early start, talking to hotel managers and workers, they each needed a good night's sleep.

Candy was surprised when she looked into Trixie's room a little while later to see her in bed, reading quite intensely. She was also very surprised to see a large, lovely black butterfly resting on the lamp beside Trixie's bed.
-

I could feel a sense of nervousness coming from the detective as soon as we walked through the doors of the high school gymnasium. The lighting, the decorations, the hoopla surrounding such a silly occasion…I don't understand it.

The detective confided in me that she never attended her high school prom. Nor had she been to any high school reunions. So as we set out to take part in the latter of these events, undercover for a murder case, of course, I could sense she had a different kind of nervousness bubbling inside her.

She was excited. So much so that I had to focus on the case because she was practically distracted.

Trixie smiled. She remembered her mom reading a whole series of books in one night…for the sake of a case she was working on. The books were fictional, but based on high school classmates and their relationships. Chloe had gotten so caught up in the books that she stayed up that entire night talking to the characters and commenting on their conversations.

"Your pet?" Candy startled Trixie slightly before pointing toward the butterfly and couldn't help but ask when Trixie saw her standing in the doorway.

Trixie shrugged her shoulders as she looked up at the calming creature and smiled. "Sort of, I guess? There was a butterfly just like this one on the balcony of Lucifer's penthouse at Lux, back in Los Angeles. What are the chances that same butterfly would be here in Las Vegas?" she wondered curiously.

Candy stretched out her face wondering if it could possibly be the same one. "I've heard they can travel really long distances. So I guess it's possible…"

Trixie looked up again, stuck her finger out toward the butterfly and giggled softly as the insect's antennae stretched to touch the tip of her digit. Trixie breathed out calmly and pulled her finger away. "I think it's watching out for me. It's gonna help us find Lucifer."

Candy walked into the room and took a chance sitting down on the side of the bed beside Trixie. Both were a little surprised the butterfly didn't budge. Maybe Trixie was right.

"Whatcha reading?" Candy wondered.

"It's one of Lucifer's diaries," Trixie admitted a little shyly. "My mom's been reading these at home. And I think she probably reads them when she stays at the penthouse at Lux. He's got a whole line of them on his bookshelves. It seems like he writes about his feelings for my mom a lot. Well, this is the first one of them I read. I kinda snuck this one out…" she cringed as she admitted her crime.

"He's cared about her for a long time, hasn't he?" Candy reached behind Trixie and fluffed the pillow under the girl's head.

"I think so," Trixie smiled. "Is it okay to say, I'm glad he didn't stay married to you? I know it hurt my mom's heart when he ran off and then came back married to you. No offense to you, I mean!" She quickly added.

"None taken," Candy smiled at her. "And yeah, I think that's ok to say. Lucifer and I knew we weren't going to be married long. But I could tell, the minute I met your mom, that she was surprised and not happy about us being married. And Lucifer talked constantly about getting back to work, back to the detective and how much it meant to be her partner. I could tell that he was in love with her then."

Trixie nodded. "Right?" She took a deep breath and looked at Candy. "My mom came home talking about him being married and asking how he could do that to her and huffing and puffing about the whole situation. They were both crazy, weren't they?"

She and Candy laughed about it for another minute, sharing a few more observations they each had made during Candy and Lucifer's short-lived marriage.

Candy smiled. Thinking back to the reason she was here with Trixie, she hoped the girl was correct. Lucifer's ex didn't really know what was going on. She was sure a lot had happened over the past year or so since the last time she saw Lucifer. But she believed what she had told Trixie earlier, he would come home.

"I'll let you get back to your reading," Candy said as she stood from the bed. "But don't be up too late. If you want to hit a few hotels tomorrow to ask about Lucifer, we should get an early start, before managers get too busy."

Trixie nodded. "Candy, thank you for helping me. Do you think I'm crazy?"

The blonde leaned against the door frame and looked back at the girl. "You're welcome. And yes, I do think you're a little crazy. But I also think you're gutsy and I admire you. Lucifer is very lucky to have a young lady like you who cares enough about him to try and find him."

Trixie simply smiled. Finally, somebody understood why she was doing this. She glanced up to see the butterfly still perched on the lampshade, then picked up the book and found the paragraph where she had left off.

"Goodnight, Candy," she was quite happy to have made this new/old friend.
-

I knew what I had to do. As we wrapped up the case and I left the detective at the precinct filling out her incessant paperwork, I had to do something special for her. After all, I had again gone into my devilish, selfish mode when I realized this case wasn't going to help my cause after all.

I needed to get us back on track of her being the responsible one and me being… well, me.

It made my heartbeat speed up as I created the playlist of 90's love songs. Is that really the kind of music she enjoys? I heard one in particular where I left the list paused. I hoped she would accept my invitation to come by Lux after she was finished with work.

She did. And she looked absolutely stunning. The pink sweater she was wearing was certainly no prom dress but she had no idea she was supposed to dress for a formal dance.

We talked for a moment about the case. We talked for a moment about me. She talked about being a responsible adult. And when she told me that she no longer desired all that high school poppycock, I decided to show my hand. I offered her the cheesy corsage that I picked up at the florist on the way home.

She seemed stunned. As I pinned the flower to her sweater and asked her to the prom she was downright dumbfounded. But she agreed with a humble smile.

Chloe took my hand and we danced. And it was amazing. She was happy, content and in my arms.

I dipped her at one point in the dance. She thanked me for the makeshift prom and it took everything inside of me not to kiss her in that moment. This was a good surprise. I can do that, I've learned. I can surprise her in a good way and she appreciates it.

She deserves it.

I hope I have a thousand more opportunities to make her smile the way she did tonight. I want a million more chances to hold her in my arms and dance with her. And I would love an eternity to just have her in my life. Making her happy soothes my soul. It's more than I could ever imagine.