"He said that this was all part of some bigger plan and—should we go find him?"

Lucifer sighed. "Well, I'll deal with him later, right now I'm just—I'm just happy to have you back." He pulled Chloe into an embrace, and Chloe sighed contently in his arms. She had spent the last few days planning, watching her surroundings intently, not allowing herself a single second of rest. She had to get out, she had to escape and come back home to her daughter, to her friends, to him.

And now, she was home.

As Lucifer rubbed his hand against her back, Chloe chuckled silently. "Well, but from what I heard, you didn't really need me. You caught a serial killer on your own?"

"Oh," Lucifer paused in thought. "Well, Maze and Ms. Lopez helped a bit, but yes, I suppose it was mostly me." Lucifer pulled away from the hug, keeping his arms on her shoulders as if to reassure himself that Chloe was still here. "And you, in a way."

"What?" Chloe asked, unable to keep the smile off her face.

"I channeled you, Detective. Did some actual casework—I really was my best you." Chloe grinned. Lucifer could be his own detective at times, and Chloe couldn't help but be proud of him. "Oh, and my best me! By the way, my mojo's back. Isn't that great?"

Chloe's smile froze. If Lucifer got his mojo back, then didn't that mean…?

"Really?" Chloe asked, trying her best to keep her voice as even and steady as possible. She was supposed to be supportive—after all, Lucifer desperately wanted to get his mojo back, so now that he had it, that was a good thing. Lucifer hummed happily in response. "Yeah, that's—that is great."

Of course, Lucifer saw through her charade right away.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing! Nothing, I just—" Chloe paused. "Do you think I could still mojo you?"

Lucifer glanced at her up and down, a smirk on his face. "Well, there's no need. I promise to tell you everything I desire, no mojo required."

"Well, that's assuming you know what you want." The words left Chloe's mouth before she could stop it, and she immediately regretted it when she saw Lucifer's eyes flash with hurt.

"Excuse me?"

"I'm just wondering if, subconsciously, you might be pushing me away. Cause you say that you want this, and you say that you want us, but—" Chloe took a breath. "But do you?"

"Where is this coming from?" Lucifer searched her eyes, his voice quieting into a whisper.

"Well, if mojo-wise, you're no longer letting me in; if now you're vulnerable all the time, doesn't that mean that you're no longer choosing to be vulnerable with me?"

Lucifer stayed silent before appearing to come to a decision in his mind. "I know what's happened here. Michael got inside your head, didn't he? What did he say to you?"

"You know he taps into people's fears." Chloe glanced down, addressing Lucifer's suit rather than Lucifer himself, not wanting to meet his eyes. "And yeah, yes, I guess a part of me is afraid."

"Of what?"

Chloe felt tears coming to her eyes, and she had to blink them back as she tried figuring out the best words to use. "Um, afraid that you don't feel the same way that I feel about you." Lucifer scoffed, but Chloe continued. "And the last thing I want to do is push you into saying something you don't want to, but I know you can't lie." It was getting harder to blink back her tears. "So just tell me. Is that why you haven't said it back?"

"Haven't said what back?" Lucifer asked, his eyes glossy. Finally, realization hit him. "Oh." Lucifer shifted on his feet. "Detective, it's—it's complicated."

Chloe sniffled, resolving not to let him see her cry. "Right." she mumbled.

That only seemed to fluster him further as he scrambled for words. "I do, Detective. Of course I do, I—"

"Right, right."

"Dete—Chloe."

Chloe looked up at him with shock as she did whenever he used her name, an annoying amount of hope swelling in her mind. He seemed to gather his courage. "I…I lo—"

Chloe woke up.

Her head was pounding, screaming for a Tylenol or a nap; anything to stop the headache that was blurring Chloe's vision. She audibly groaned, then opened her eyes sluggishly.

How did she get home?

She had been in the evidence closet with Lucifer, and he'd almost said those three fateful words, and then—and then what? Her memories didn't allow her to remember anything after that, and Chloe furrowed her eyebrows. She wasn't even in her apartment or in the penthouse at Lux. It took her a moment to realize that she was back in her mother's house, where she had lived five years ago.

Chloe got up cautiously—after having spent the last few days kidnapped in a cave, you couldn't blame her for being wary. Especially considering she had no memory of how she had gotten here, halfway across town.

Chloe stumbled into the bathroom, washing her hands. As she brushed her teeth and glanced at the mirror, she froze—her bangs were gone. Her hair was completely different than from how it had been almost five minutes ago.

Something was seriously wrong here.

Turning off the running water, Chloe walked into the hallway that looked exactly the same as it had when she moved out. Holding a palm to her temple, Chloe made her way to the kitchen, where Trixie was sitting. "Mommy!" Trixie turned to face Chloe, and she was met with the grinning face of her adorable seven-year old.

Her seven-year old who should've been twelve.

"Hey, monkey." Chloe greeted warily. "Um, shouldn't you be dressed already?"

"Don't you remember, Mommy? You told me that you'd make me eggs today!"

Chloe chuckled, her mind far away. "I'm sorry, honey. I have to get ready for work, and, uh—isn't Daddy picking you up today?" Chloe didn't actually know if Dan was supposed to pick her up, but she was guessing.

"Uh-huh!" Trixie got off the chair she had been sitting on, rushing into her room to get dressed. Chloe felt like she was probably going insane—her hair had changed, she was back home, her daughter was seven, and she had no clue how she got here.

There had to be a reasonable explanation for this, right?

Chloe cleared her throat, deciding she'd talk to Lucifer and figure all of this out—maybe it had something to do with this celestial nonsense that Michael had put her through lately. Maybe it had to do with that 'bigger plan' of his. Either way, Lucifer would help her figure it out.

A knock on the door brought Chloe out of her musing. Thinking it was Lucifer, Chloe darted to the door only to realize that Dan was standing on the other side.

She exhaled, blowing a hair out of her face.

"Dan, hey. Trixie's getting ready in her room." She moved to the side so that Dan could walk in, but Dan eyed her cautiously, standing at the door. "You can—come in?" When he didn't move, Chloe cleared her throat awkwardly. "Hey, have you heard from Lucifer?"

Dan raised an eyebrow. "Who?"

"Lucifer." When Dan didn't respond, she snickered. "My partner? The guy who steals your pudding?"

"Chloe, I don't know who you're talking about, but I have to get to work, so…" he trailed off. Wow. Douche, much? The way that he was speaking to her reminded her of how he had been during their marriage. He was being standoffish, judgmental, and not at all the person that she had considered her friend.

At that moment, Trixie came out dressed. "Hi, Daddy!" she waved happily. He smiled at her, holding his hand out for her to take. Dan glanced up at Chloe, nodding briefly, before the two of them walked to his car. Chloe crossed her arms—something was very, very off.

That damn Michael.

Chloe grabbed her purse and made her way to her own car, deciding to go to the precinct. If Lucifer were anywhere, he'd be there. Chloe's heart fluttered for a second at the thought of Lucifer almost saying 'I love you,' but she pushed the feeling down. The first step was to figure out this apparent time-switch and find out why her daughter had become considerably younger and why she had moved back home without her consent. The next step would be to fix her and Lucifer's relationship.

One hell of a 'To-Do' list for today, if you asked Chloe.

Chloe drove fairly quickly to the precinct, going above the speeding limit by at least ten miles. She walked inside and made her way to her desk.

No steaming coffee cup. No lemon bar. No Lucifer.

Chloe's phone began to ring, and she grabbed it quickly in hopes that Lucifer was calling with news on what was happening, but deflated when she realized it was Dan.

"Hey." she greeted dryly.

"There's a new case, a body dropped outside of a nightclub. It's called Lux—do you need directions?" Chloe's heart pounded in her ears. Somebody died in Lux—Lucifer couldn't be hurt, right? He had become invulnerable again, even when he was with Chloe, so there was no way he could be dead.

"Uh, no. No, I'll find my way. Thanks, Dan." Chloe stammered. She hung up quickly, already grabbing her things and making her way to her car.

When she got to Lux, Dan was already standing outside. She didn't see Ella anywhere, which was uncommon for the energy ball that was their forensic scientist.

"Dan, has Ella come by yet?"

For the second time that day, Dan looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "Who are all these people you keep coming up with? Is it improv or something?"

Chloe chuckled mirthlessly. This had to be some big practical joke that Michael or Lucifer's father was playing on her. There was no way that time really rewound to five years ago, to before Ella had joined the LAPD. She shook her head. She just needed to talk to Lucifer. "Could you just tell me about the case?"

"Delilah, 29." Chloe felt her heart drop into her stomach. "There was an apparent drive-by shooting, only one witness. He owns this place, apparently." Chloe didn't let him finish, instead walking directly to the side door of Lux. After a brief tussle with the handle, she finally made her way in and scanned the main floor.

That's when she saw him.

He was playing the piano, his fingers hitting the keys to bring together a beautiful melody. It made her smile for a moment until she realized the gravity of her situation. "Lucifer!" she called. He turned around to face her and grinned. She walked closer to the piano. "Something really weird is happening."

"Oh?" he asked, his smile never leaving.

"Yeah, you haven't noticed that time kind of, I don't know, rewound five years?" When he furrowed his eyebrows, she fumbled for words. "I woke up this morning at home. Like, home, home. And Trixie is seven, and I have a feeling that your brother has something to do with this."

His smile faltered. "Darling, are you well?"

She let out an incredulous laugh. "Well? No, I'm not well. I have no clue how to fix any of this."

"You know, you do look familiar." he said, scanning her up and down. Chloe already had an inkling of a suspicion, but she pushed it down. "Have we had sex?"

That's when Chloe could almost feel her heart break.

He didn't remember her.

That's exactly what he said to her the first time that they met, five years ago. Back then, she had been utterly annoyed by his attempts, but right now, she would've given anything to make him remember. Right now it hurt to look at him, so she quickly excused herself and walked out, standing in the alleyway.

Chloe Decker, a mortal, the human in love with the Devil, the supposed "miracle," was the only one who realized that time had rewound. She was forced back into the universe where she wasn't divorced, where she was still the outcast because of the Palmetto case, and—oh dear Lucifer's dad, Malcolm. He hadn't woken up yet, and when he did, he'd go after Trixie and he would shoot Lucifer, and—

"Chloe?"

Dan was standing next to her in the alleyway, his hand on her back. She wished that he remembered, that the person she had come to consider a close friend was standing next to her at that moment instead of the person who lied to her and made her feel crazy.

He hadn't met Charlotte yet, he hadn't dealt with that grief. That train of thought led her to think about Charlotte herself.

Charlotte hadn't been possessed, nor had she died. Well, for the second and final time. At this point in time—probably, anyway—she was still a crooked lawyer who was doing dirty deeds for money.

Pierce. Pierce hadn't become lieutenant, she hadn't gotten engaged to that scum, he hadn't hurt so many of her friends yet.

Lucifer. Right now, he was living out his playboy lifestyle and enjoying all the fruits that Earth could offer. He only knew Chloe as the 'girl in Hot Tub High School,' not as his partner or as his first love.

The prophecy.

Father Kinley.

Rome.

Poisoning Lucifer.

Michael.

With every realization, Chloe felt her resolve strengthen. There were so many mistakes that she had made, so many cases that took her a tad too long to solve. If this really was Michael or Lucifer's dad at work, then at least she had time to figure it out.

Maybe, after a certain point, she could talk to him about it and he could help her.

When he trusted her, of course.

She glanced at Dan, who was still standing next to her. At least he had the decency to give her time to think. She smiled softly—yes, he was a douche right now, but she now knew how much potential he had. He could become a better person; he will become a better person.

She nodded her head although he didn't ask anything. "I'm okay."

"Alright." He patted her back awkwardly and walked away, heading towards one of the officers on the scene. Chloe inhaled, then exhaled, trying to bring herself together. This was pure insanity, but she had to adapt. If this was the card she was being dealt, she was willing to play it.

She wasn't sure how much she could change; if Ella were here, she was sure that she'd say something about the space time continuum and about the butterfly effect, but how much truth did that actually hold? If she could prevent being poisoned, prevent Charlotte's death, prevent so much pain and anguish, she had to at least try.

She had to try.

Taking another breath, Chloe turned around and walked back to the side door that led to Lux's interior. She held the handle in her hand for a moment before turning it, gathering her courage, and walking in.

She met Lucifer's concerned and confused gaze immediately.

"Hi." she started awkwardly. "I'm sorry, I had you confused with someone else. I've been all out of sorts today. Could we start over, please?"

He scanned her expression, eventually coming to some kind of internal decision. "Of course, Detective."

The nickname stabbed at Chloe's heart, but she kept her face neutral. "Your name, please?" she grabbed her notebook that sat in the pocket of her coat.

"Lucifer Morningstar." he continued playing the piano as he spoke.

"Lucifer Morningstar," she repeated. "What is that, a stage name or something?"

He chuckled. "God-given, I'm afraid."