It took a long time for Chloe's breathing to slow down after Lucifer left. After all, he was the Devil, the actual Devil, or so he claimed, and Chloe didn't have any other explanation for what she'd seen.

Still, it didn't make sense why she was still so panicked. He hadn't hurt her and then he'd left. Everything was fine.

What wasn't fine was that the Devil existed at all. It felt like the entire world had come rushing up to destroy her sense of reality. If the Devil and Hell existed then so did Heaven and the afterlife. Chloe had actually spoken to a being who had the power to learn where a soul went after it's body died. That alone was quite something to wrap her head around.

And yet, the most confusing part of this whole thing had been the look on Lucifer's face while he'd been talking to her. It was plainly obvious that he cared. She'd seen real human emotion etched in every line of his face though she still had no idea what he cared about. Still, the Devil's capacity to care confused her. Yes, he'd broken her door but he had at least asked her to open it first and once inside he hadn't made a single move towards her, almost like he'd been trying to respect her space.

Then there was everything that had happened before she'd found out. He'd been helping her solve cases for weeks now, not to mention saving her life during the first one. Why would the Devil do that? Had it all been just to manipulate her? Could he have been faking those emotions? Did he have some evil plan in the works?

Chloe had so many questions she hardly knew where to start, but what did that matter? She had no clue who to ask those questions to, apart from Lucifer, and no matter how often he claimed to always tell the truth her instincts said she needed another source.

She must have been standing frozen in her living room a lot longer than she'd realized because just then her thoughts were interrupted by the front door. It was her ex-husband dropping off their daughter.

"Hey," Chloe said, trying to pull her mind back to the here and now.

"You alright?" Dan asked. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

"Ha," Chloe chuckled, trying to laugh it off. "Just had a strange day at work."

Trixie came over and gave her a hug before running off to her room to put away her overnight bag.

"Is this about Lucifer?" Dan asked.

"Why would you say that?" Chloe replied.

"Well I did walk in on him making breakfast in your kitchen while you were naked just the other day," Dan said, clearly annoyed. "Not a thing I'll easily forget."

"Right that," Chloe said, awkwardly. She had completely forgotten about the time the Devil had tried to make her an omelette. Now she was even more confused. Everything had changed so quickly.

"What's going on Chloe?" Dan asked again, clearly concerned.

"I shot him," Chloe said slowly.

"Who?"

"Lucifer," Chloe said through clenched teeth. "And he didn't bleed. Didn't even get a scratch."

"Must have been a fake gun or something," Dan shrugged. "He seems like the type to pull a prank."

"This was no prank, Dan," Chloe whispered. "It was my gun. And the only explanation he has is that he's the Devil."

"Surely you can't believe him," Dan said.

"I don't know what's going on," Chloe replied. "Can we keep this between us for now."

"Yeah, of course," Dan said, then he smiled.

"What?" Chloe asked. How could he smile at a time like this?

"He must have really pissed you off for you to shoot him," Dan chuckled.

"He told me to shoot him," Chloe replied. "Said he couldn't get hurt so it was fine."

"Oh," Dan's face fell. "I like my version better."

"Of course you do," Chloe laughed.

The sound of tiny feet made them both turn. Trixie was back in the kitchen. Leaning down Chloe gave her daughter a hug. Everything else crazy in her life could wait until tomorrow. Her daughter came first.

The next morning Chloe got Trixie off to school then headed into work. A girl had been trampled to death at a runway show about shoes after some thug fired into the crowd. Chloe interviewed the mother and it made her very aware of how horrible it would be if something happened to her child the way it had to this woman's child. She also couldn't help but wonder if Lucifer was the Devil did that mean hell really existed? And wouldn't that mean heaven existed as well? Was the murder victum she was trying to get justice for in heaven now? Who decided where people went after they died? Was this something she could ask Lucifer? Did she even want to know? Then again there could be some other very reasonable explanation for why Lucifer was completely invulnerable and insanely strong. He could even believe he is the Devil because of those extraordinary abilities. The question then was where did he get his powers from?

When she turned around to see Lucifer in the precinct, sitting on her desk no less, it took everything she had not to jump. Could he read her thoughts? Is it true that if you speak of the Devil he appears? Does it work the same for thinking about the Devil?

She somehow felt safer here than she had at home, with witnesses about. Taking a deep breath Chloe approached her desk.

"What are you doing here?" she asked.

"I've come to talk to your boss," Lucifer explained.

"What are you going to do to her?" Chloe asked.

"Nothing Devilish, I promise," he smiled.

Just then her boss came out of her office and called Lucifer in. Chloe sat at her desk but didn't even try to focus on work. She was looking in through the window, watching to see if he hurt her. All she saw was them talking. Even if Lucifer was going to sell her out and say she shot him, without an injury to prove it her boss wouldn't believe it, so what was his angle? Why was he even here? Surely, the Devil had better things to do!

But it seemed he did not. When her boss came out it was to assign Lucifer to be her LAPD consultant for this case. It was now quite literally part of her job to work with the Devil. If Lucifer was to be believed, that is. Chloe really needed to come up with another reason for his being indestructible. Did they make bullet proof leggings?

Collecting her keys, Chloe reluctantly went to the car with the Devil in tow. When had her life stopped making sense?

"Why are you here?" Chloe asked once they were both seated in her car.

"I believe we are out to prevent a gang war, Detective," Lucifer replied calmly.

"And why on Earth would the Devil be interested in that?" Chloe asked, pointedly.

"Ah so I take it you believe me then?" Lucifer smiled. "And from the looks of it, scared has become annoyed so that's progress."

"Answer the question," Chloe said firmly. Truely, she was still scared, but trying to hide it now under her anger and from what he said it seemed to be working.

"I know Benny Choi," Lucifer smiled. "You know the guys whose shoes were being shown off at the runway show where the girl died."

"Yes. I know who Benny Choi is," Chloe replied.

"Plus he owes me a favour so you need me on this one, Detective," Lucifer smiled.

"What do you mean, favour?" Chloe asked.

"Surely you've heard the expression," Lucifer smiled. "Make a deal with the Devil."

"I thought all the things people say about you weren't true," Chloe replied, cautiously. She was suddenly very aware of the fact that she was alone in a car with him. He hadn't hurt her yet, but that didn't mean he wouldn't.

"Well most of them are, yes," Lucifer replied. "Humans are always trying to blame their sins on me. Favours though I can do."

"Is that how you got assigned to this case?" Chloe asked. "A favour with my boss."

"Excellent guess, Detective," Lucifer grinned. "You really are a clever one, aren't you. Noticed that right away."

"Still doesn't explain why you are helping," Chloe shot back.

"Doesn't it?" Lucifer replied. "Oh well, best be going or we will miss Benny. He's meeting us at my place."

Chloe had to admit, though never out loud, that she would never have gotten any information out of Benny without Lucifer cashing in his IOU. The problem she was having now is why the Devil wanted to help a nobody, plain ordinary human like her, solve murders. She was still holding out hope that he was just a very delusional man with ridiculously strong skin.

"How many people owe you favours?" Chloe asked when they left Lucifer's place.

"Well I've been giving favours for thousands of years," Lucifer answered. "Would you like a peek at my ledger?"

"You have a ledger?" Chloe asked. "What's it written in, blood?"

"Before the written word I did have to keep it mostly in my head, but I do try to keep it up to date," Lucifer smiled. "Even my IOUs expire."

"How long does that take?" Chloe asked. "Do I owe you one for saving my life, even if I didn't realize I was making a deal with the devil at the time?"

Suddenly Lucifer stopped walking. The car was just a few feet in front of them, but he turned around to look at her. "I saved your life because I wanted to. You owe me nothing, Detective."

"Then why are you here!?" Chloe exclaimed.

"I already told you, Detective," Lucifer said softly. "You're special."

"What if I don't want to be special," Chloe said. She could feel her eyes tearing up. How she wished she could go back to not knowing.

"I'm afraid there is nothing I can do to change that for you," Lucifer said softly, reaching forward with his hand to gently stroke her face.

Chloe couldn't help it, she flinched back from him.

"Ah, right, sorry," Lucifer said, taking a step back. "Forgot. Won't happen again."

Chloe didn't know what to think. All she knew was that his hand on her face had felt good. What was wrong with her?

"Anyway, on to lighter topics," Lucifer smiled. "I hear the Paddock Lounge is every new Detective's rite of passage."

"We are on duty," she said automatically.

"You are the oldest young person I've ever met," Lucifer replied. "And coming from an immortal that's saying something."

"How old are you exactly?" Chloe found herself asking.

"I've quite lost track actually," Lucifer replied. "Dawn of the universe, I suppose."

"That's insane," Chloe gasped.

"What's insane is your refusal to go and relax while we have a moment," Lucifer replied.

It occurred to Chloe just then that maybe she didn't have a choice. After all, he was freakishly strong and invulnerable. If he really wanted her to go to the bar, couldn't he make her?

"Why are you asking anyway?" Chloe inquired. "I mean it's not like I can stop you. It's not like anyone can."

"It's no fun going by myself," Lucifer replied. "Geez, you really are all work and no play, aren't you Detective?"

Then she realized. The idea of forcing her to go, or indeed forcing her to do anything hadn't even occurred to him. Devil or not this man didn't want to hurt her. It still didn't explain anything, but at least the muscles in her shoulders relaxed a bit.

"Everyone at the bar hates me," Chloe explained. "So I don't go there anymore."

"Oh well that sounds like it has an interesting story behind it," Lucifer replied with a devilish grin, or she supposed, just his normal grin. This was going to take some getting used to.

It was strange but after everything she's seen Lucifer do, effortlessly throw grown men across a room and survive an entire mirage of bullets, it was almost harder to believe that he wanted to help her solve crimes than it was to believe he actually existed.

"Oh come on Detective," Lucifer tried again to persuade her. "You said it yourself, we are just waiting for those names now, so why not? Hmm? Maybe then you can tell me why everyone in the bar hates you. Or is it just because you won't go and drink with them? 'Cause people don't like that."

"That isn't why," Chloe sighed, realizing she was resigned now to go along with this.

Once they got to the bar Anthony Paolucci called her a bitch and Chloe found herself telling Lucifer about the Paolucci case. He just looked so interested which quite baffled her even more. Why would the Devil care about her problems?

"Still no excuse for that man's rudeness," Lucifer said when she was done. Then he got up, and suddenly Chloe was scared of what he might do.

"No don't," she said, reaching out to hold him back even if she knew she didn't have a hope in hell of succeeding.

Lucifer turned and looked at her before speaking. "What's wrong, Detective," he asked. Chloe knew her fear must have been evident on her face, but she didn't care.

"There are people watching!" Chloe said. "You are more powerful than him, it isn't right. You could kill him."

"What part of Angels can't kill mortals did you not understand?" Lucifer sighed.

"I don't need you to defend me," Chloe tried next. It was the only other reason she could think of for his behaviour even if it made no sense.

"Noted, Detective," Lucifer said, but he walked away anyway, gently slipping out of her grip and moving towards Anthony.

Chloe's eyes were glued to the encounter. She wasn't even sure what she was witnessing.

"Firstly let me state that I am in no way doing this for my associate Detective Decker," Lucifer said very clearly. "On behalf of myself and only myself I think you are a complete sack of ass." And then Lucifer decked the guy. Punched him in the most ordinary human way possible.

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Sneak Peek Chapter 3

"You are not knocking down the door," Chloe told him firmly.

"They are clearly not going to come out and talk to us," Lucifer replied.

"And they don't have to," Chloe explained. "We don't have a warrant and no one is in immediate danger so we can't knock down the door."

"Well I can fix that," Lucifer said and quickly moved away around the left side of the house. He could hear her calling as he found an open window. Sneaking in, Lucifer found the crazy guilty couple laying in bed together.

Just seeing him had the desired effort. The girl screened and Lucifer heard the Detective break down the door. Perfect.

The first thing the Detective did when entering the room was point her gun at him.