Ahh, yep. I told you it would be a while. Sorry! Here's chapter two. I have a LOT of chapter three already written in notes, so hopefully it doesn't take too long to piece it all together into something somewhat legible. :) Feel free to review. I'm very nervous to see what everyone thinks, so be nice. ;) Enjoy!

Chapter 2

Lucifer woke up as the sunlight flooded in through the floor to ceiling windows, almost startling him after days of grey skies and drizzle. He smirked, thinking of the irony. The devil hated rainy, gloomy California winter days. Though recently they were much more tolerable, evenings spent on the couch with the detective and mostly cheesy movies of her's or her spawn's choosing.

He didn't mind the nights in, even when Trixie joined them. In the past couple of months she'd introduced him to Sorry, Guess Who, Uno and Clue, though her mother was no longer allowed to join in on that one. He grinned when he saw her Twister game she'd brought with her the night before, spread out across the room. After she passed out on the couch to Twilight and, much to Chloe's surprise, Lucifer carried her into Maze's old bedroom, they'd played their own very adult version of the classic.

He chalked up a mental note to replace it with a brand new game before the little spawn got suspicious as to where hers was. As her mother stirred, he rolled over to see her bare, flawless back glowing in the morning sun. He couldn't resist tracing a feather light finger over her shoulder blades, down her spine, connecting the dots between freckles, and losing himself in drawing shapes on her back.

"Did the devil just draw a heart on my back?" she mumbled, clearly amused.

He chuckled, "It was either that or a penis. Got a Sharpie?" He wrapped his arms around her torso, just under her breasts and drew her close, running his palm down her belly and between her thighs. Her entrance was still slick from the night before, the feeling instantly hardening his cock and causing his eyes to flutter shut as he moaned against her neck.

She purred and hooked a foot behind his thigh, "Good morning to you too, Mr. Morningstar."

Lacing his fingers with hers, he thrust into her from behind, both a little surprised at the noises they made. Lucifer reached up to grab her chin, covering her biting lip with his, speeding up his thrusts.

Chloe whimpered with ecstasy into the devil's mouth, nibbling on his tongue to keep herself quiet and joining his rhythm. As the intensity built, she reached behind and put a hand on his lower belly, her whimpering changed, "Lucifer…Lucifer stop."

He shuttered, unable to stop his thrusting so quickly, eventually slowing down reluctantly and panting against her shoulder as he pulled out, "What is it?"

Her breathing slowed to a careful, measured cadence as her skin grew clammy and pale. "I'm sorry, I don't… I don't know…"

Lucifer tried to calm himself down, wanting to show as much concern for the woman as he could without letting on to the fact that he was a little worked up and couldn't just turn it off at this point. That is, until Chloe reached over to grab the trash can and started heaving. The mood completely shot, he got up on his knees and quickly grabbed her sandy blond hair from the splash zone. "Detective?"

"Uuugh..." She was shaking and on the brink of tears, "I am so sorry, Lucifer, I..."

This was certainly a first. Normally he would have been absolutely appalled, but as she threw up again, his other hand started rubbing her back, "Shh, don't apologize." She nodded, wiping her eyes and climbing out of bed, taking the bin with her toward the bathroom. "Need any help?" Lucifer got up and wrapped his silk robe around himself, starting to follow.

She shook her head, obviously embarrassed, "No. No, I'm sorry. I'm just gonna get this cleaned up and…" a hand went to her mouth as she ran the rest of the way, barely making it to the toilet in time.

Feeling a bit awkward for just standing there, he sheepishly knocked on the door frame, "You're sure?" She moaned an affirmative, so he padded off to the kitchen and started breakfast.

A half an hour later, there were three omelets on the table, toast, two cups of coffee, and a grape juice. Lucifer took a step back from the table and raised an eyebrow. "What in Dad's name have I become?"

"Oooh, Luci! You got some 'splaining to do," Chloe laughed, grabbing a piece of toast and kissing the cook.

"Would a 1950's housewife be packing this?"

"Little eyes!" Trixie called knowingly, coming around the corner.

Chloe's hands threw the ties back into a bow on his robe, holding the toast in her teeth and exchanging a flirty eyebrow flutter with the somewhat domesticated devil. "I knew teaching her that would come in handy," he winked.

"Morning, Monkey! How are you feeling this morning?" The little girl's mom put a hand on her forehead, "Feeling cruddy at all?"

She looked confused, sitting down and taking a drink of her grape juice. "No?"

"I was just curious. Your dad's been out with the flu the last few days and I think I might have ended up with it."

"Not feeling any better, Detective?" Lucifer asked, pulling out her chair and taking a seat at his own.

She shrugged and took a bite of her omelet, "No, I am actually." Or she was until she caught a whiff of the mushrooms and a fresh bout of nausea threatened to work its way up. "But I think I'm going to play it safe and just have coffee this morning. Thank you though," she had to push the plate away and breathe through her mouth until the feeling passed. "Anything exciting going on at school today, Trix?"

Lucifer ate in uncharacteristic silence, just watching Chloe interact with her spawn. Even after seeing her throw up the contents of last night's dinner, she was still able to render him speechless with the look in her eyes that came from being around the child.

Recently though, there was something else in those big blue eyes. It seemed like the same giddiness that he'd been failing to reign in since they'd finally been able to act like a real couple. He didn't dislike the feeling, it just felt so foreign to him. Surreal. Even more surreal to see it reflected in someone he felt so strongly about.

He had become so engrossed in watching Chloe that he jumped when her phone went off, much to Trixie's amusement. "You okay over there?" the blond smiled, but turned serious when she answered the phone, "Decker. Yeah? Okay, send me the address and we'll be there as soon as we can."

"I know what that means," Trixie sighed and scooted her chair out, scarfing down the last two bites of her omelet. "I'll go get dressed for school."

"Love you, Monkey!" Chloe chuckled, "Only took me 9 years to get her trained to do that. How long will it take with you?"

"Right, right. Back in a flash," Lucifer got up from the table and leaned over to plant a kiss on Chloe's cheek, "Glad you're feeling better, Detective. It's always a turn on being bossed around by you." She playfully rolled her eyes and got up to start clearing the dishes until she heard, "Leave something for the housekeeper to do!" from the other room.

"You know Detective, you could have warned me to dress a little warmer for this," Lucifer tugged at his suit jacket and gave an exaggerated shiver.

"You're already in a three piece suit. It's not that cold in here," Chloe tried to remain serious and somber as they made their way to the rink at the Lynwood Iceplex, but the big tough devil was being such a baby.

"I'm not used to this, Chloe. Spent millenia in Hell, remember? Chose LA over Minneapolis for a reason, you see?"

"So what do we got?" Detective Decker moved her jacket to show the badge to security and ducked under the yellow tape, grateful for the mats the rink had laid out for LAPD.

Ella was at the center of the rink, taking pictures of the woman when her ponytail spun around faster than she did, "Ooooh, arriving together again like we have no idea what's going on?" She winked and cocked a finger gun at the couple. Chloe just had time to flash a partially amused, partially embarrassed side eye before she started, "Victim is 24 year old Chelsea Adamson, married to Mitch Adamson, the grieving widower over there talking to Thompson." She motioned to the bloodied white ice skate by the girl's thigh, "Lacerations to both wrists look like these blades did a lot more than cutting ice. And see how the blade has been sharpened to a point? If I remember my 7th grade obsession with Michelle Kwan well enough, I know that's not how ice skates are sharpened. They're usually sharpened to have two edges, an inside edge and an outside edge with a concave crescent moon type of deal in between."

"Suicide?" Lucifer asked, clearly confused as to why the whole team had been assembled for the occasion.

"That's what everyone thought when she was found. However, when crews first arrived, they found this on the floor at the entrance to the ice," the brunette held up an evidence bag. "It's a camcorder! Personally, I didn't even think these things still existed. I mean it's pretty small, so maybe from early 2010's, but still? Who even uses these anymore? Like where is your phone, my dude?!"

"Could it be hers?" Chloe raised an eyebrow, "Maybe she set it up on the rail to record her routine to see what needed work? Or a parents' that got forgotten at the peewee hockey game last night?"

Ella shook her head, "I don't think so. There's signs everywhere around here saying no videos or photography. I guess they've had issues with coaches scamming choreography from the figure skaters that they decided enough was enough. Taking the 'live in the moment' approach, you know? I've thought about doing that. I feel like I'm always trying to save the moment for later instea-"

"So why does a camcorder lead everyone to suspect this was a murder?" Lucifer interjected before the young lady went too far down the rabbit hole.

"Because our victim here has been the main target of those schemes the last couple years and made a call to rink security at five this morning saying she thought she saw someone lurking in the stands." A very rough looking Daniel Espinoza made his way to join the group. Lucifer noticed his present appearance and took two steps to the left.

"Dan, why aren't you in bed?" Decker followed her partner's lead, but sounded concerned.

Her ex stared blankly, like it was obvious, "There's a case. Anyway, no one was on duty because she was in for private ice time. Security desk isn't manned until six."

"Okay, definitely see what all you can get from that camcorder. There's gotta be something. Or at least it'll tell us whose it is. Any signs of a struggle? I don't know, something to show she didn't do this to herself?"

Ella sighed, "Honestly? To me it still looks like a suicide. There's no bruising around the wrists to make me think someone held them out to slice or nothing on her fingertips to look like she was trying to free herself of whoever's grip. I gotta tell ya, at the moment I'm a little stumped."

"Any security footage?"

Dan shook his head, "They don't even have security cameras in here, they're so uptight about their policy. Afraid of getting hacked."

Lucifer had since wandered off, sticking carefully to the mats until safely off the ice. A blue shimmer caught his eye from the top row of the stands. "Hey!" he called, right before it disappeared up a ladder. He took off after it, taking the steps two at a time.

Chloe spun around to watch what was happening. By the time her partner got to the press box above the stands, a door slammed shut and three other officers ran out the other entrance to catch whoever it was trying to make their escape. "Detective! I think I found something!"

"Don't touch it, we'll be right there!" Ella got up and grabbed her camera.

"It's long weird rubbery things!" he called back.

The scientist nudged her friend as they made their way to Lucifer, "Haven't had to use anything by that description for a while, huh Decker?" The woman in question sighed and shook her head, though a grin did play at the corner of her mouth.

Not long later, Lucifer, Chloe, and Dan were all in the interrogation room back at the precinct with a tiny blonde in a skyblue sweatsuit sitting across the table. It was going nowhere.

"You gonna tell us why you were in the press box when that rink was closed? Or why you were so interested in Chelsea's blade guards? What about the key we found up there to the maintenance room? That's where they sharpen skates, isn't it?" Chloe was a tad more intense than usual. Lucifer crossed his legs and folded his hands in his lap to conceal what it was doing to him, though Dan sniffling in the corner was making it easier to control.

"What are you talking about?" The girl smacked her gum and twirled at her hair, almost trying to be as annoying as possible. "I wasn't up there."

"Then why did my friend here see you run out the door?" she motioned to Lucifer and gave him a look.

He picked up what she was saying and focused his attention on her beady little green eyes, "Tell me, Amber. What is it that you want? What do you truly desire above all else?"

Her face relaxed to the point of looking authentic instead of mousy, "I want a milkshake. And a cheeseburger. And curly fries with ranch dressing." She looked as though she was going to start drooling. Lucifer pursed his lips, trying to keep from laughing.

"So is that why you were in the rink? To see that your biggest competition was actually gone so you could have a real meal for a change?"

At the mention of food, Amber's eyes grew misty, the valley girl front stripped. "I didn't have anything to do with Chelsea dying, okay? I heard there were cops searching the whole rink and I panicked thinking that you'd find my stash in the press box. I figured that if it was found, my whole career would be down the toilet, so I tried to get it before you'd be able to trace it back to me with...what? Finger prints or whatever?"

"Oooh," Lucifer's interest was peaked, "what kind of stash are we talking here? Cocaine? Heroine?"

"Lipozene." Amber sighed.

Lucifer looked a tad disappointed. Chloe cocked her head at him, eyes wide, but looked at Amber before she could snap at him, "Lipozene? The pills from the cheap daytime TV weight loss commercials?"

She nodded, "It's against club rules to take diet pills, but there was a rumor going around last year that someone had gotten ahold of it before Sectionals and they couldn't trace it in the pee test you have to take to qualify." The girl leaned forward on the table and spoke softly, "Do you have any idea how hard it is to eat nothing but celery and carrots for days on end and still be told you're too fat to make your triple as perfect as Chelsea's?"

A lump formed in the detective's throat. She nodded, "Kind of, yeah."

Lucifer noticed the huskyness to her voice and raised an eyebrow, taking over for her so she could collect herself. "Where were you between five and six this morning, Amber?"

"Ballet class at Madame Blanche in West Hollywood. Kelsie Reese was the instructor this morning."

"Ice skating doesn't take up enough of your time?"

She nodded and shrugged, "Ballet is a club requirement. As is a personal trainer and a nutritionist."

The detective's phone started ringing and snapped her out of her emotions, "I'm sorry, I have to take this. We'll check out your alibi, but you're free to go. Just don't leave the state. Thanks for answering our questions, Amber." She got up and headed out the door, Dan sneezing behind her. Lucifer was taking his own sweet time, rehashing Chloe's sudden change in mood when he heard, "She brought what to show and tell?!"

With that, he scurried off to meet up with the detective at her desk and put a gentle, supportive hand on her back, "Did the spawn regail the class with another tale of Dan's special water balloons she found under his bed, courtesy of a nice Trojan man?"

Dan's head rolled back, "Thanks Lucifer, she might have forgotten about that."

"Anytime, Daniel!"

"Furry. Black. Handcuffs," she said through her teeth, her skin growing redder by the heartbeat.

"Black? Then those aren't mine! Red's more my color, remember?"

Dan puffed his cheeks and stammered awkwardly, "I'm gonna go do the...go to...over here."

"Lucifer, I thought you said all of that stuff was locked up somewhere?"

He grinned, bending over to plant a kiss on her neck, whispering, "It is, I don't lie. And I plan to show you where I keep that stuff as soon as you'll let me."

"Lucifer!"

"Chloe, she was staying in Maze's room. It's entirely possible that the little sex demon forgot a toy in the closet or something." The mother groaned and grabbed her keys, heading for the door. "Can I come? Can I come?"

After twenty minutes of stop and go traffic in a somewhat awkward silence, Lucifer couldn't take the detective's look of tense gloom anymore, "Look, Chloe I'm sorry. I should have checked Maze's old room after she left. But I assure you, those aren't mine."

She shook her head, "It's not that. I know they're not. You always tell me you don't lie to me and so far I haven't had a reason not to trust you. I'm just begging you, please don't run off to Vegas now."

He laughed, though the jab did hurt, "Never." Reaching over, he squeezed her hand, "What happened back there? With little Miss Lipozene? I realize every crime scene breaks your heart, but this one seems maybe a bit...close?" She shook her head again. "Detective?" He couldn't resist and tried to do his trick on her.

"That's never going to work on me, Lucifer." She smiled a little sadly, "But since you're being so sweet and holding my hand," Chloe looked down at their hands, a little puzzled and back at the road, having to hit the break yet again. "There's a lot of things I try to forget about Hot Tub High School, and it seems so...miniscule and stupid compared to losing my dad before the premier, but…aside from that, the hardest thing was being 5'6", 115 pounds and being shipped off to fat camp to lose twenty more so I'd be ready for all the bikini scenes."

"They wanted you to weigh 95 pounds?" he sounded disgusted.

"Yep," she sighed, "but even that's overweight for Hollywood. Hell, now I'm considered downright obese out here." She had to let go of the man's hand to wipe the tears suddenly rolling down her cheeks. "I could never get under 102. I felt so worthless and was terrified they'd fire me. It was hell…Well, you know what I mean."

Lucifer grabbed her hand again and ran a comforting thumb over her knuckles, "I do. But, you are beautiful, Detective, and don't ever let yourself think any different."

She smiled and choked out a laugh, "I'm sorry Lucifer, I don't know why I'm so emotional lately. But this is why I don't let Trixie start figure skating lessons, no matter how long she's begged for them. I don't want her to end up like Amber…or Chelsea."

As they pulled into a parking spot at Trixie's elementary school, Lucifer got out and opened Chloe's door. "Come here," he said, opening his arms for her, bringing her into a tight embrace and kissing the top of her head, "You're a good mum."

"Even though I don't give her everything she wants?" she mumbled against his chest, her amusement not covering up how touched she was.

He pulled away and pushed a piece of her blond hair, glowing in the sunlight behind her ear, "Yes. Even so. Now go get your child's kinky handcuffs so I can use them on you after work tonight."

"Goddammit, Lucifer," she laughed, rolling her eyes and heading into the school.

"Nope, I think he might actually have fun with it if he weren't such a prude!" he called after her, climbing back into the car.