A/N: So, a little backstory. I wrote this right after the release of season 4, basically what I thought would be cool going forward. Admittedly what I wrote was largely incomplete. There was no true plot. It was just a collection of scenes. Now that that season 5A is out, I've become motivated to continue writing this. But because this was begun back in S4 this will be a departure from the events of S5 as a heads up. Anyways, please review and let me know what you think.

-.-

The LAPD precinct. Not much has changed over the years. At least in terms of architecture. But the people, a lot has changed over the years. Officers came and officers went. One of those new officers came walking down the main stairwell into the office area, papers piled in his hands. He had been transferred from a smaller police precinct and even when he was there he was nothing but a newbie. Working here, he felt even tinier than before especially with who he was sent to meet.

"Uh…I have a report for a Lieutenant Morningstar," he announced shakily. "Can anyone direct me to Lieutenant Morningstar's office?"

One of the other officers pointed toward the large room in the back. The rookie walked past the desks and toward the Lieutenant's office. Lieutenant Morningstar had become a bit of a legend with the highest close rates, solving some of the hardest mysteries and even several cold cases. Some of the crazy cases Lieutenant Morningstar had solved before getting promoted were stuff worthy of movies. Meeting the legend for the first time, the rookie was rather overwhelmed.

He slowly opened the door to the Lieutenant's office and peeked in. It was an organized office, but what did he expect? The shelf against the wall had pictures of a young girl growing up. There were images of the Lieutenant's wedding as well as all sorts of other family photos. There was someone in the chair behind the desk, facing away and toward the window outside.

"Lieutenant Morningstar?" the rookie asked. "I have those case files you asked for."

The rookie felt chills as the chair began to move, its occupant swiveling to face him.

Lieutenant Morningstar was known for a keen eye and keener mind, nerves of steel and a sharp tongue. Combined with their reputation, naturally, this created an image in the rookie's mind of what to expect…and this man was not it.

Sitting in the chair was a tall lanky man in a suit. His hair was slicked back and his face was shaven.

"Well, thank you for your legwork," the man said with a heavy British accent. He leaned forward and accepted the stack of papers.

"Um…who might you be?" the rookie asked. This couldn't be the legend he's heard so much about.

"Oh, my apologies," the British man said, straightening his suit before he stood up. "Lucifer, Lucifer Morningstar, at your service."

Lucifer gave a slight bow with his greeting, leaving the rookie flabbergasted. That's when it struck him. He couldn't believe he didn't realize it before.

"Wait, aren't you that one club owner?" the rookie asked.

"Oh, so you heard of me?" Lucifer asked dramatically with a smile. "It is true. I am the one, the only, the Devil."

"You just weren't what I expected of the Lieutenant everyone talks about," the rookie stuttered. "I mean, you are the Lieutenant, right?" Lucifer stared at the rookie for a moment, then understanding what he meant.

"Goodness, no," he laughed. "No, my lovely wife is currently using the lavatory. I'm just keeping the seat warm."

Lucifer did not miss the rookie breathing a sigh of relief. He smirked, knowing his devilishly rogue nature did not fit the legendary Chloe Morningstar whose name had been making rounds.

"Well, do you know when Lieutenant Morningstar will be back?" the rookie asked. Lucifer opened his mouth to answer but the office door opened.

"Well, speak of the devil's wife," Lucifer chuckled. "Officer Monroe, I present to you Chloe Morningstar."

Chloe was…everything Lucifer was not. She was not extravagant in the slightest wearing a dark leather jacket and blue shirt. She had her hair tied back in a ponytail with her bangs flowing freely on both sides of her face. And she didn't look angry per se, but she lacked Lucifer's devilish smile.

Chloe made her way to her desk. Lucifer smiled and offered her chair, which she graciously took.

"So you're Officer Monroe?" Chloe asked politely.

"Yes, ma'am," the rookie said stiffly. "And let me say, it's an honor to finally meet you. I look forward to working under you."

"I look forward to seeing you work under me," Chloe said. "You have those reports for me?"

"Oh, right here, Lieutenant," Lucifer said, holding up the folder before setting it in front of her. "I also brought you a pumpkin spice latte with sugar free caramel, to help with the long day."

Chloe's stern faced immediately softened as she smiled at Lucifer. It was actually awing to see the no-nonsense expression dissolve like that. But, she quickly recomposed herself when she turned to look at Monroe.

"Thank you," Chloe said. Monroe nodded before turning and leaving, shutting the office door behind him. After a moment, Lucifer finally spoke up.

"Well, they don't make them like they used to," he remarked.

"Lucifer, police officers aren't made," Chloe corrected. "They're trained."

"Yes, but all these officers were at one point of times babies, which are made," Lucifer pointed out. "And it's clear Officer Monroe could skip of a few of the crispy creams for his next stakeout."

"You know you're talking about the officers under my command."

"Well, I'd sugar coat it but I fear he'd eat that too."

Chloe just rolled her eyes, knowing anything she said would just encourage Lucifer to say more.

"By the way," Chloe remarked. "Did you…organize my desk."

"Ah, yes," Lucifer spoke up. "I thought you had enough on your plate so I decided to tidy up a bit."

Chloe held her breath as she looked at the stack of folders, afraid of what Lucifer did. But, she felt more and more relaxed as she looked at the changes. The suspect folders were in alphabetical order. Case files were in chronological order. And they were all neatly stacked and out of the way so she could put them off if she wanted to.

She picked up her small potted plant and gave it a whiff. He didn't water it with whiskey this time.

"Thank you, Lucifer," she said with a smile. "This actually helped."

"Well, just trying to be a good husband," Lucifer said nonchalantly. "Anyways, I best be off to make sure the amateurs don't mess anything up. And I have to make a quick visit to a certain suspect. Later, Lieutenant."

He smiled at her before exiting. Chloe shook her computer's mouse to wake her machine back up. And the first thing she saw was that her background image had been changed to show an image of her husband in a speedo.

Chloe sighed and rolled her eyes. She should've known. This was Lucifer after all.

Though, just because she couldn't have the image as her background didn't mean she had to get rid of it.

-.-

The only reason seventeen-year old Trixie ever did her schoolwork in the precinct was to spend more time with her parents and Lucifer. But, the silence of the observation room did help her concentrate. The interrogation room on the other side of the mirrored window did have someone in custody. Some gorilla of a man named Hugh Franklin.

Trixie didn't know what he was in for. That was her mother, father, and stepfather's business. But, until an officer came to use the observation room, she intended to do her homework in it. Though, she didn't expect anyone to come in. They had finished interrogating Franklin already.

So, Trixie was surprised when she heard the door to the interrogation room open.

"Hello, Hugh," Lucifer remarked.

"I have nothing to say to you," the giant hairy man said.

"Yes, I can see that. No matter. I don't want you to speak anyways. Your voice is like nails on a chalkboard."

"Are you here just to run your mouth?"

"Actually, yes," Lucifer said, taking a seat across the suspect. "I have a bit of a story for you. I'm afraid I have to give the TLDR version but, once upon a time, a very almighty father had a child. But the child…he was unhappy. Father was always busy with a project call humanity. And he wasn't very good with his project. And with all his attention on his creation, he wasn't a very good dad either. So, the child decided to lead a rebellion, try to fix daddy's project and, well, fix things in general. But he lost. And as punishment, he was kicked out of the house."

"You're talking about the story of the devil," Franklin said impatiently.

Trixie smirked and rolled her eyes. It was Lucifer's schtick. He was named after the devil, so he pretended to be the devil. It was actually quite entertaining.

"Oh, so you've heard of me?" Lucifer asked.

"You aren't going to scare me with a fairy tale," Franklin scoffed.

"I'm not here to scare you," Lucifer laughed. "I'm here to make you a believer."

Trixie looked at the back of her stepfather's back in confusion. What could he possibly mean by that? Of course, the table was situated so that she was staring at the back of the interrogator. If Lucifer was doing something, she couldn't see it.

But, something was definitely happening.

Franklin's eyes suddenly turned wide as dinner plates. He scooted back in his seat, trying and failing to form a coherent sentence.

Trixie leaned forward from the table she sat at, vainly trying to figure out what Lucifer could possibly be doing. Lucifer got up from his seat, walking around the table. And Hugh bolted from his chair in an attempt to get away. He went up to the glass, pressing his back against it. Lucifer turned back around and walked straight up to the giant man, whose size blocked Trixie's view of what Lucifer was doing.

"Oh god…" Franklin whimpered.

"Sorry, but I don't think dad's going to help you on this," Lucifer hissed in a voice more ominous than Trixie thought possible. She's always heard Lucifer being quirky, formal, even silly on occasion. What she heard from Lucifer now wasn't just venom. Just his tone of voice alone threatened to murder everyone who heard it. "Lucky for you, you can help yourself. You see, hell is only meant for the wicked. If you aren't a right bastard when you die, well, off to heaven you pop."

"I'll change…" Franklin whimpered. Pitifully. "Don't kill me, I'll be different."

"Oh, we'll see…" Lucifer hissed. Franklin slid down the window into a crouching position. Lucifer knelt down with him, his face remaining hidden behind the giant man's form. "If you don't…then I'll be seeing you again."

Lucifer stood back up…and Trixie felt the air leave her lungs. She couldn't believe what she was looking at. What she saw was Lucifer, and yet it wasn't. It looked like the flesh had been burned off his face, the surface of his head a vicious red, cracked and raw. His eyes were sunk deep into his skull until a shadow was cast over them, letting Trixie clearly see his glowing crimson iris. Glowing blood red eyes on a shadowy black canvas in the sockets of a twisted face.

The world around Lucifer's head seemed to warble, as if the mere presence was twisting space time. Lucifer's human faced flashed a few times like some sort of hologram struggling to stay intact, a strange black aura appearing then disappearing around his head.

Trixie covered her mouth to stop herself from screaming.

She couldn't believe her eyes. Everything he said was true. He really was the Devil. Her mother was married to the devil.

-.-

Five years ago, twelve-year-old Trixie watched her mother slide over a plate of grilled cheese.

"Here you go, monkey," her mother said with a smile. This was certainly the happiest her mother had been for months. Though, Trixie could tell she was still sad, still trying to put on a brave face.

And Trixie knew why.

"I miss Lucifer," Trixie said. She knew this would probably be touching a sore spot. But her mother always said talking about issues was the best way to deal with them. Chloe paused right after flipping her own grilled cheese onto her plate.

"I miss him too," she said after a moment. This sentence couldn't hide the sadness anymore.

"Is that why you've been sad lately?" Trixie asked. She was so innocent at the time, but more perceptive than anyone gave her credit. Of course, that's why she's been sad lately. "You always say when we're sad, it helps to talk about it."

Chloe sighed, running her fingers through her hair. Trixie had once again argued her into a corner. She smirked at the thought.

"Well, it's part of the reason," she sighed. She looked out the window, thinking about Lucifer. "The other reason…a while back I learned something about Lucifer. Something that scared me. I ignored years of partnership…of friendship. I ended up betraying him over something that turned out to be untrue."

"But you and Lucifer were working together," Trixie pointed out. "So, he forgave you.

"You're right, he did forgive me. But, if I'm honest, I never forgave myself. And he left before I could make it up to him. But you might be able to avoid the same mistakes I did, sweetie."

-.-

In the observation room, Trixie stared at the Devil, still trying to wrap her mind around what she is looking at. She was staring at the man who taught her how to drive, the man who taught her the piano. The creature who was described as the embodiment of evil. The man who saved her and her mother's life when she was eight years old. The creature who was a master manipulator.

Forget religion. The devil by its very concept is evil.

Selling your soul to the devil. Devil's advocate. Deal with the devil. Devil in disguise.

The last one was actually literal.

'You might be able to avoid the same mistake I did.'

Was this the scary thing her mother learned about Lucifer? Did her mother know he was the devil? What if she didn't? It's not like she could just walk up and ask.

There were two possibilities with her mother. Either her mother knew, or she didn't. And there were two possibilities with Lucifer. Either he is the monster stories describe him to be. Or he isn't. If her mother didn't know, then she couldn't ask without sounding crazy. And even if her mother did know…she still couldn't ask. If he was the man she remembered him to be, her mother would attest to that. But even if he was a monster, her mother would still defend him as a good man because he would be a master manipulator and would have tricked her.

Of all things, why did he have to be the Devil? Why couldn't he be a zombie? Or a vampire? Or a martian? She's always wanted to meet a martian. But the Devil? If Lucifer had just been some monster, Trixie could call upon all the good memories she has with Lucifer, all the good things he's done, and say that is proof that she could trust him. But the Devil was notorious for manipulation. Do good or present someone with something that looks good, fall for it then get your soul damned for eternity. Offer them wealth so they get consumed by greed. Or give someone immortality then they end up learning that immortality is a curse and is begging to die. She wanted to look at all the things Lucifer has done for her and her family and call it proof he wasn't evil. But she couldn't.

She didn't see it happen, but Lucifer had returned to his human form, smiling at the glass and adjusting his suit. Without glancing at the traumatized Hugh Franklin, Lucifer waltzed out the door.

Trixie knew what she had to do. She had to investigate. She would find out if Lucifer was evil by herself. Her parents were both detectives and her stepfather was a police consultant. And even though Lucifer didn't approve, she was very good at lying.

She would investigate Lucifer's past to the best of her abilities and decide for herself. And she knew exactly where to start: when he vanished five years ago and when he came back four years ago.

-.-

Lucifer stepped out and straightened his suit. Chloe was waiting outside, a folder full of papers in her hand.

"Well, message delivered," Lucifer said with a smile. "You think he'll actually change?"

"He deserves the chance," Chloe said. "I took a trip down to our…kingdom. Some of the people we're impacting aren't showing up down there."

"You actually took another trip down to that awful place?" Lucifer asked, opening his flask and taking a sip. "You know you could've just asked me. I just took another census last time I was there. I have to make a pit stop down there anyways"

"I just had to make sure," Chloe said with a shrug. "So, I have to file away four new case reports, but we can meet at the penthouse after…" Chloe added a wink at the end, knowing Lucifer would pick up on it.

"Whatever you desire," Lucifer teased. Their hands merely bumped but they gently took the other's hand before slowly parting. Lucifer was cheerfully whistling as he walked past the door to the observation room. He stopped when the door suddenly opened, a familiar face peeking out. It was a teenage girl, looking around to observe her surroundings.

"Ah, Beatrice!" Lucifer greeted warmly. Trixie seemed to jump in surprise when she heard her name called, and by Lucifer of all people. The burned face she saw still flashed in her mind. She had to remember that the face she saw was not his. Her stepfather was the Devil. But was she to do?

Should she run in terror? What if he was the monster the stories described? What if he wasn't? Whether she dared admit it in her current state of terror, she loved her stepfather.

She had to stick to the plan. Gather evidence then decide based on the evidence. No judgement until then.

"Lucifer…" she stuttered.

"Well you seem to be in a rush," he said. "Where are you off to, urchin?"

"Um…yeah. There're some papers I left at my mom's house." It wasn't a complete lie. She did, it just was for a project that wouldn't be due in a week. It was her senior project.

"Do you need a lift home?" Lucifer offered. "I'm on my way to Lux so I could give you a ride."

"It's ok," Trixie said. "I drove here so I can drive back."

"Well as you wish," Lucifer said with a shrug. He put his hands in his pockets and sauntered off with a smile. Trixie watched as Lucifer left before glancing back at her mother. She had to find out, not just for her sake but for the sake of her mother, her father, and even for Lucifer. The last thing she wanted would be to hurt Lucifer if he was not the monster but the man she remembered.

She had to stay focused. She had to investigate.

Her first stop was her mother's office. She knocked on the door before peeking in. Chloe looked up from her paperwork.

"Monkey…" she said as Trixie stepped into the office.

"Hey mom, I'm going to head home," Trixie said.

"Sure, is there anything wrong?"

Trixie had to swallow her own fear. She was still shook from what she saw. She was trying to hide it, hope that no one would notice. Was that a general question? Or did her mother pick up on some hint of worry on her face?

"I just left some papers at the house," Trixie said. "I'll just drive back and finish my homework there."

"I'll tell Dan to pick you up from the house then," Chloe said, standing up. "I was going to head to Lux after work to meet Lucifer, but I can always delay or cancel."

Her mom was meeting Lucifer at Lux? Why? Was he going to eat her soul? Or just some burgers and fries with some wine over a romantic candle-lit dinner?

"I'll be fine," Trixie said. "I'll go out and meet Dad when he comes."

"Alright," Chloe said, stepping out from behind her desk and walking up to her daughter. "Love you, monkey." Chloe wrapped her arms around her daughter while quickly planting a kiss on her head.

"MOM!" Trixie groaned. "Not in front of the precinct." Chloe just let Trixie worm out of her grip. Trixie rolled her eyes and walked to the door, giving her mother one last glance before walking out.

Choe waited for another two minutes before exiting her office. Dan had moved his desk out from under the stairs and into the middle of the precinct. Chloe put on a straight face and marched to Dan's desk.

"Detective Espinoza," Chloe said coldly. Dan looked up from his papers, his expression quickly dissolving into one of regret.

"Chlo…I mean, Lieutenant," Dan said, quickly correcting himself. He put on a smile, but Chloe didn't return one.

"Trixie's said she'll meet you back at my house," Chloe stated flatly. "She has some papers she needs to grab. I trust you can actually take care of her?"

"Yeah…um…thanks," Dan said. Chloe then just marched off back to her office. Dan ran his fingers through his hair and let out a sigh. It was always awkward talking to Chloe now. Man, could she hold a grudge.

Still, he wouldn't hold it against her.

He deserved it. Lucifer would always say he didn't, but he did. He deserved it.

-.-

It was a half an hour drive back to their house. Trixie slowly pulled into an empty spot on the side of the road. The workday hadn't ended yet so the road had plenty of places for her to park without having to parallel park.

Trixie got out of the car and slung her backpack over her shoulder. As she walked up to the house, she pressed the button on her keys to lock the car.

The moment she was in the house, she went around and locked all the doors and windows like the devil was after her. It was after she was done did the stop and wonder: if he was, would it have even made a difference?

She facepalmed, sarcastically thinking 'yes, because everyone knows the devil is terrified of wooden doors'.

She went up to her mother's room. She knew where the key to the file cabinet of the case reports were kept. She also took out an old white board and dry erase markers. Maze's old room was open and empty, so she rolled her stuff in there.

She went to her room and pulled out her diary. Whenever she talked with someone, she wrote about it in her diary.

This was going to be something that'll take several days or even weeks. She'll have to talk to everyone she knew that knew Lucifer and tried to glean information off of them. She had to determine who Lucifer truly was.

She was going to map out Lucifer's life here including when he came back into her life four years ago.

"Alright, Detective Beatrice Espinoza," she said to herself. "Let's begin."