"I am impressed that you seem to not be affected by my gifts."

Chloe blinked at the blatant change in topic.

"Your gifts? Oh, you mean the thing where everybody out there –" she jerked a pointed thumb out the closed door they had entered only moments before, "is way too happy and calm and really weird? Yeah, I've ran into a similar situation before." She thought about Lucifer, his "mojo," and how he had tried it on her a few times, always with seemingly frustrated results for him. This made her smile.

"You, Chloe Decker, are the cause of my once brother's inability to perform the one simple task he was given to do," Michael said, eyes taking in the room in front of them. Seeming to make an internal decision, he walked over to the chair behind the table, pulling it out with a loud squeak and sitting gracefully into it. He got comfortable and then looked up at her, eyes impassive but slightly annoyed. Chloe took stock of her surroundings: this was her interrogation room. Lucifer's estranged brother had just sat in the suspect's chair.

I can do this. I can have a conversation with an angel. Convince him about Lucifer.

"Look, Michael, I don't know how much you know about Lucifer and me," she began, walking over to her normal side of the table and sitting down in return. She folded her hands in front of her on the table, stretched towards him in a sign of peace and openness. "Lucifer is back in Hell, doing his job. I don't know why that's a concern for you."

"He causes nothing but chaos when he visits earth, Chloe Decker," Michael retorted. "This time has been no different. You are aware he was the fall of humanity from the garden, correct? You are aware he led a rebellion against our father, betraying his very trust?"

"Yes, but…that was ages ago!" she answered back, gesturing around the room with her hands as if to point out the very modern accommodations they were in. "Have you even had a conversation with him in the last year? Ten years? Thousand years?"

Michael looked slightly taken aback by her statement, eyes wide and lips parted slightly. In another moment, he quickly composed himself once more, leaning towards her – he once more did not look the least bit perturbed.

"Samael has been the same since the beginning. He has a wild impulse for temptation. He ruins what he touches, and ruling Hell was the only fitting punishment he deserved. I highly doubt he has changed his ways much."

"Then you don't know him at all," she scoffed, fighting back the urge to roll her eyes. On a regular suspect in a homicide investigation, assumptions only led to negative conclusions. "Look, Michael, I appreciate you coming in. I really do. I was looking for answers, trying to find a way to help him redeem himself and earn his father's forgiveness – your – father's forgiveness. He's changed, okay? He's a much better man. He's learned so much, being on earth. He's…he's saved my life. More than once."

"Does a lifetime of poor choices become washed away by one good deed?" Michael questioned, tone low and eyebrows raised. "Do you really think the cause of the fall of humanity can be redeemed?"

"From what I've read, your Father seems to think so," she replied. "Isn't that the entire point of church? Forgiveness of sins leads to redemption and Heaven?"

A flash of what could be anger flashed across Michael's face, but before he could issue his reply, Chloe felt a rush of wind on her face. She suddenly realized they weren't alone, at the exact moment a newcomer spoke.

"Hello, Michael," Amenadiel said, causing her to jump half a foot. She stood up quickly, eyes training on Lucifer's brother, stance alert with his hands folded in front of him. Standing next to him was a petite young woman in a strange robe and large, owlish glasses. Both their faces held almost as much impassiveness as Michael's had moments before. She was beginning to see how the angels were all related.

"Amenadiel, Azrael," Michael sighed, leaning back in his chair. "What an absolute delight to see you."

He did not look delighted.

"What are you doing with Chloe Decker?" Amenadiel asked suspiciously, relaxing his stance and walking forward to stand at the long end of the table, almost between Chloe and his brother. Chloe watched the exchange silently, wondering in the back of her mind if she would need to make a fast escape from an angel fight. Did angels fight? She didn't know. Lucifer had mentioned getting into scuffles with Amenadiel, but that had been back before the latter was immersed into human society.

The other angel, 'Azrael,' Michael had called her, moved to stand next to Chloe. Chloe looked at her and cautiously sat back down. The angel smiled quickly and sympathetically at her, not speaking.

"Simply asking questions, finding out information, and seeing where Father's plan has been failing," Michael replied smoothly. "If you even remember Father's plan, that is."

"Michael, Chloe has nothing to do with anything. Our brother is back in Hell and has no intention of returning to earth. At great personal cost, too." He shot a sideways glance at Chloe, who smiled gratefully. The exchange was brief, however; his eyes hardened as they met Michael's again.

"Everywhere your brother has made a mistake, she has been there," Michael pointed out, emphasizing the lack of familial ties he saw to Lucifer. "He runs around, giving himself other names than his own, further interfering with everything. And I hear you, too, are not a saint, Amenadiel. Word around the Silver City is you have fathered a child. Does that not go against everything Father asked of us?"

"Humanity is a wonderful creation, Michael. How could we not work to understand it, interact with it?" Amenadiel asked, gesturing around him, quite similar to how Chloe had done a few minutes prior. "These people have stories, their own lives, and compassion. Chloe here serves justice to those who don't follow our Father's rules. All Lucifer was doing was helping her. He enjoyed the redemption, far greater than serving the punishment he's forced to do in Hell."

"Which is all by his own design," Michael reminded him. "And all he does is play with people. He toys with them, uses them for his own amusement, and moves on. This time has been no different. He needs to answer to a higher authority than himself."

"And I suppose you're the one to do that?" Amenadiel said, anger spiking into his voice. Chloe felt the hairs on her neck stand up at the same time as she felt a hand placed gently on her shoulder. She glanced up at Azrael, who was gazing down at her. The angel nodded her head towards the door, and Chloe nodded. It seemed the brothers were too busy arguing to pay attention to them anyway, so she stood up and carefully edged towards the door, fumbling for the knob behind her back.

"Eventually, yes," Michael growled. His voice had become predatory and Chloe did not like it one bit. "Chloe Decker needs to answer for how she plays a part in this, first."

Hard eyes found hers and she stiffened next to the doorknob. She wasn't getting out of here just yet. Amenadiel and Azrael turned toward her too. Three angels, eyes all watching her.

"I really don't think this is my place to be," Chloe said weakly. "I'm just a human, a mortal. I haven't done anything."

"Michael, Chloe cannot be harmed in any way," Amenadiel said firmly. "Father's orders."

"Oh, he speaks to you now?" Michael sneered. He stood up and began walking towards her, but Amenadiel stepped in his path.

"Yes, Michael. Over thirty years ago he did."

This caught Michael's attention and his eyes left the staring contest Chloe had found herself locked in. Azrael rushed over quickly, grabbing her arm and beginning to turn the knob herself.

"Chloe," Amenadiel explained, and Chloe found she couldn't take her eyes off the exchange, "is a miracle. Her birth was a direct result of Father's wishes."

Azrael finally succeeded in pulling her out and shut the door behind them, the two of them on the exact wrong side of the suddenly riveting conversation. Chloe let the breath go she didn't know she had been holding in. Azrael let go of her arm.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you, but that was a dangerous situation," the angel said matter-of-factly. Her eyes darted around. "We need to get away from here."

"Azrael, right?" Chloe said slowly, blinking. "How am I a miracle?"

"Uh…" Azrael trailed off, shrugging and slapping a nervous grin on her face. "Amenadiel can explain that. But we really need to go, now. Michael is not one to be tested."

The angel grabbed Chloe's arm and began leading her through the precinct, which was still calm from the effects surrounding Michael. She took a few deep breaths and allowed herself to be directed. They'd made it up the stairs and over to the elevator doors before anybody noticed them.

"What the hell?"

The voice was Ella's, and it was a strangled mix of shock and relief. They both turned to face the forensic scientist, who had her hands spread wide (pile of papers on the floor) and her eyes were as large as saucers. She wasn't looking at Chloe, though; her eyes were fixed squarely on Azrael.

"Rae-Rae? What's going on? Are you – hey!" She practically shouted as her eyes caught Azrael's hand gripping Chloe's arm. "Chloe, you can see her? You can see her?"

"Of course," Chloe said, confused. "Why wouldn't I be able to see her?"

"Because she's my ghost friend!" Ella whispered harshly, eyes looking like they were about to pop out of her head. "And you couldn't see her before when she was helping with that case. Oh my God - I'm not crazy. This is amazing! But what's going on?" she repeated then, eyes narrowing in suspicion. "Rae-Rae, why can Chloe see you? How can you touch her?"

"Well, shucks," Azrael/Rae-Rae said, laughing nervously. "Lu is going to kill me."

Ella and Chloe looked at each other and back to her.

"Lucifer?" Ella asked slowly. "You know him?"

"Of course, I'm his sister," Azrael shrugged. Ella gaped.

"Ah, Ella, maybe we should do this somewhere else. How about we take a long lunch?" Chloe interjected quickly. Ella stood, frozen on the spot, and Chloe, shaking off Azrael, grabbed her hand instead and pulled them both into the elevator, the angel not far behind. Chloe's heart was pounding, and she knew they needed to discuss everything, just not here. The doors swung shut behind them before she spoke again.

"Azrael, we're going to have to explain everything to Ella," she said, glaring at Lucifer's sibling. "And then you're telling me why I'm a miracle, why Michael is so angry about me, and what the hell is going on with Lucifer."

"Well, for starters, he's waiting outside," Azrael said meekly. Chloe sucked in her breath.

"Outside?" she whispered. Lucifer was outside? Not in Hell?

"That would make sense, since he called me earlier to check up on you," Ella added. Chloe turned to her quickly.

"He called you?" she emphasized. She rounded back on Azrael, finger pointing in the angel's face.

"Listen," she demanded, "you are going to tell us everything now."

The elevator doors dinged open cheerfully and the three of them got off the elevator, Chloe leading the way out the front doors. Lucifer was here. She had to find him. She stopped outside and looked around.

"Uh, guys? He's not here anymore," Azrael laughed anxiously yet again, head scanning around. "I told him to wait for me!"

Chloe's heart sank. He wasn't here. She whipped back around to face Azrael.

"Well, where is he?" she asked, voice pitched higher than she'd like it to be.

"How is any of this possible?" Ella interceded, still staring at the angel. Azrael sighed heavily, glancing around.

"We need to find him now." Azrael's eyes darted back to the building behind them. "We need to get him back in Hell before Michael finds out. And yes, I will tell you everything."

Ella closed her mouth again. Chloe pulled her car keys out of her pocket.

"I know where he would go," she said firmly. "I'm driving."