Lucifer's lips traveled hungrily along the pulsing skin of Chloe's throat as she gasped against his cheek, her body eagerly pressed to his and shivering with the warm touch of his fingers against her skin.

Her own fingers fumbled beneath his jacket as their mouths met again, scrambling to liberate buttons that were way too small and fiddly - desperately she tore the fabric open as he lifted her bodily onto himself with a sound somewhere between a moan and growl.

And with a bright ding, the elevator doors opened.

Lucifer lowered Chloe with a tsk as she sighed against him.

"The ride is never quite long enough."

A cop stood waiting, his eyes darkly shadowed and pinched with weariness.

Grumbling, he stomped in.

"Every goddamn time..."

Lucifer drew Chloe out with a smile, his lips and cheek smeared with Chloe's favorite shade of red, his hair mussed adorably, his white shirt torn open over the valley of his sternum.

She grinned back, her ponytail very left of center and fringed by strands defying gravity in all directions. She laughed as he drew her in for a spin across the floor to her desk.

And there they stood, staring into each other's eyes for a few very lost moments as the station around them collectively rolled their eyes and resumed work.

"Hey, Chloe."

"Yeah, Dan?" Chloe answered, still gazing into Lucifer's dark eyes, enjoying the shimmering embers that burned there.

"Got a perp in interrogation on the Dozowski case. Figured you'd want first crack?"

A manila folder crept into view between their faces, wobbling up and down, as Lucifer's eyes narrowed in a scowl.

"Detective Douche," he snapped, turning to glare at Dan. "We were having a moment."

"Oh, I know," Dan said back, giving him a big grin.

With a smirk, Chloe took the folder, reacquainting herself quickly with the most recent details.

"This is great," she said, flipping to the arrest record. "You think he was meeting with the supplier?"

"Oh, yeah," Dan said. "They just got a little close and he made them. Had no choice but to bring him in."

Nodding, she closed the folder, her gaze settling on the door to the interrogation room. "I'm on it, thanks Dan."

"Sure thing. You want anything, I'll be at my desk."

"I will make sure she wants for nothing, Daniel," Lucifer purred.

Dan rolled his eyes as he walked away.

Chloe tugged on Lucifer's arm to pull him to the room. "What's with the 'Detective douche' stuff? You haven't called him that in ages."

Lucifer hummed contentedly. "Indeed."

Nothing followed except a growing grin. With a little snort Chloe walked over to the door.

It felt good to back here with him, to slip back into the familiar rhythm of their partnership.

"Been a little while since we've done this together," she said with a smile.

Lucifer smiled back as he reached for the doorknob.

"For a part of me, this is the very first time."

And he opened the door for her.

Chloe froze, her eyes locked on his smile, her mind locked on the words he'd used.

the very first time

Then she blinked, staring over at the suspect, who was watching them have their little strange moment. Putting her game face on, she walked through, trying to push what she'd just heard aside to focus on what she was really after.

A location.

The familiar scrape of the metal chair helped her focus as she pulled it out to sit down. Slapping the folder on the table, she met the eye of one Mark Slatter, a man with way too much chest hair, arm hair, hair hair, and a mustache you could probably beat someone to death with.

"We are interrogating a rug," Lucifer said with wonder, seating himself beside her.

She snorted, but quickly recovered behind the folder she tapped furiously against the table.

"Mister Slatter," she started, trying very hard to settle into the rhythm.

For a part of me

Frowning, she glanced at her partner.

He reached over and took the folder and her pen.

"Uh," she stammered, watching him, before snapping her gaze back to Mark.

"Mister Slatter," she repeated, effectively.

"Yeah?" he said, smirking. Then he gestured at them through the cuffs, raising his unibrow suggestively. "You two always, ah, squeeze in a little nooky before you do this sort of thing?"

"What?" she said, before following his finger to her partner. She winced. Lucifer looked like the cover of a romance novel. She probably looked a little ravished herself. With a few quick strokes, she flattened her hair into something tamer, then narrowed her eyes at the suspect.

"I'm asking the questions. Look, we know you were going to meet up with The Usher."

He smirked. "Do you?"

"Yeah, we do. Now, we need to know-"

"Why 'The Usher'," Lucifer said abruptly, scribbling something on the folder.

Mark met Lucifer's gaze. "What?"

Chloe tapped Lucifer's arm. "That's not-"

"What exactly does this person 'usher'?" he asked over her, his voice betraying his ridicule. "Hormonal teens to cinema seats? Estranged relatives to the same wedding table for a punch up? Elder patrons with hearing problems to yet another bland rendition of Beethoven's Fifth?"

"Uh," Mark said, eloquently.

"What my partner is trying to say," Chloe said quickly, desperate to guide the conversation back on track, "is if you tell us where The Usher is, we'll work on a favorable plea in court."

"That is not what I am trying to say at all," Lucifer added, looking at Chloe.

"Yes," she shot back at him with gritted teeth, "it is."

"You've got nothin' on me," Mark said slowly, confidently, leaning back in his chair. "No reason for me to talk. No idea what you're talking about anyways."

Lucifer grinned at him carnivorously.

The man's smug smile flattened at the sight. He leaned back a little further.

"We found ten kilos of coke in your apartment," Chloe said, focusing in on his discomfort.

"Planted," the man whispered, before raising a finger at Lucifer. "Can you tell him to stop looking at me like that?"

Lucifer wrote something else on the folder quickly.

Chloe tapped on Lucifer's arm to draw his attention.

"Maybe you could..." she began, gesturing from her eyes to the guy with a little nod.

"No need," he answered, pushing the folder back to her.

On it was an address, a license plate, and a phone number.

Plus a stick figure drawing of someone in an usher's cap with the word LOSER floating above.

"What's this?" she asked.

"That is The Usher," he said proudly, tapping the picture.

"No, this. This address?"

"That is also The Usher."

"What?" she asked, along with Mark, who'd jerked up in his seat.

"You wished to find The Usher. That is his address, the license plate of his car - an unimpressive Elantra in the most boring shade of dark blue imaginable - and his phone number. The Usher is a man of incredibly poor style, by the way. Ill-fitting pleather jackets, jeans, terrible hair. I do believe I saw a mullet."

Lucifer stopped, finally catching on to Chloe's stunned stare.

"What?" he asked.

"Where did you get this?"

He pointed at Mark.

"But I didn't say anything!" Mark shouted, his eyes bulging. "I didn't say nothin'!"

Lucifer tsked at him.

"You... you read his mind?" Chloe whispered, glancing back at the perp.

He gestured to the man with a nod. "Of course. You and I talked, and he instantly thought of everything he was not going to say. It was easy enough to pick the details - the man's mind is rather uncrowded."

"Hey!" Mark yelled, snapping on the cuffs. "That's not okay! Cops readin' minds now?! What the hell?! I've got rights! My privacy's been violated!"

"Oh, shut up," Chloe snapped, standing with the folder.

Lucifer stood with her, smiling.

"Shall we go and apprehend The Loser, Detective?"

She wanted to smile back, but couldn't.

"Sure."

Hi everyone. So... you know how I said there were only two chapters to go?

Um, that is turning out to be a lie. Something rather dramatic happens in the next chapter, but I'm finding out that it's because I left something rather unresolved about a certain character who did something rather fascinating in the midst of this story.

Soo... hold onto your hats. The next chapter is wild. Will likely post it tomorrow. :)

Thanks for reading, sorry about the delay, I wanted to write into it a little and see where it went. Thanks to everyone who left reviews.

The above moment, btw, was always on the table. I really wanted to see them together in the interrogation room again. :D And I knew Lucifer, being a little different, would make things a little different. Thanks for reading! :D