"Hey, Detective," Lucifer called down to Chloe from the top of the building. "You need your roots done."

Their journey to find the patient who'd made the death threats had led them to said patient's attempt at death. Not exactly what he expected, but Lucifer was nothing if not flexible.

"I've made up my mind," Richard said. "You can't stop me."

"Oh no, I'm not here to stop you," Lucifer said, easily. "If you want to jump, go for it."

"Is this some kind of reverse psychology thing?" Richard asked.

"Nope, quite serious, go for it," Lucifer said.

"Okay. Here goes," Richard began, but Lucifer held out an arm to hold him back.

"Before you pop off," Lucifer said. "I do have a couple questions. You see, I'm trying to help her." He pointed down at the Detective. "Solve a murder so I'd like to know why you killed Dr. Shaw. Then you can do what you like with your immortal soul."

"What-" he began, but just then Richard lost his footing and almost began to fall to his death. Lucifer reached out and grabbed him.

"Manners!" Lucifer said. "Didn't I say you couldn't pop off until you answered my questions?"

For a man who had been about to end his life, the prospect of falling to his death didn't seem to sit well with him. "Okay okay just pull me back, please."

"Are you sure?" Lucifer said. "Cause I could just-" And he let go for a fraction of a second, before grabbing hold of Ricky firmly again.

"Pull me back up!" Ricky cried out and this time Lucifer obliged him. "Oh God."

"I'd save your breath if I were you," Lucifer sighed. "When it comes to this sort of thing, he's quite judgey. Right. As I was saying, Dr. Shaw, murdered by you, discuss."

"How could you say that?" Ricky asked. "I was about to jump because he'd dead."

"Don't fib, I know about your death threats."

"I was in a bad place," Richard explained. "But Dr. Shaw, he got me through bankruptcy, my divoice, the death of my parrot."

"Oh Ricky," Lucifer said, pitifully. "That's just sad."

"Aren't you supposed to tell me I have a lot to live for?" Richard asked.

"I don't think I need to actually," Lucifer said easily. "I know what it looks like when someone wants to die. There's a look in their eye, almost as dark as hell itself, and you don't have that look. Plus there's that whole begging to be pulled back to safety thing."

"So what you're saying is that I don't want to jump?" Richard said uncertainty.

"Well how am I supposed to know?" Lucifer replied. "It's your bloody life. Make what you will of it."

"You are supposed to talk me down!" Ricky cried.

"I wish I could but your life sounds horribly pleak," Lucifer added cheerfully. "Ironically, nowhere to go but up it seems."

"Maybe you're right," Richard said. "The worst is behind me."

"Yes, well, no time for your personal revelation I'm afraid," Lucifer grumbled. "Off you go, back downstairs. Chop, chop."

Richard got down from the ledge, and Lucifer gave Chloe a thumbs up before heading back down the stairs.

When they reached the ground, the paramedics immediately took Richard in, wrapped him in a towel, and made him sit in the ambulance.

"What the hell were you thinking, Lucifer?!" Chloe snapped at him once they were alone.

"Nothing about Hell at all, I assure you, Detective," Lucifer replied easily. "I try to never waste my thoughts on that place."

"But you almost killed him!" Chloe snapped.

"Actually I believe he almost killed himself," Lucifer countered. "I just reminded him that he didn't want to."

"That is not how we talk people down," Chloe told him.

"Well it worked, didn't it?" Lucifer smiled. "Really, you should be thanking me."

"Not going to happen," Chloe stated firmly.

"Very well then," Lucifer sighed. "Have you at least confirmed Ricky's alibi, then?"

"I've got someone working on it," Chloe said, but she still looked annoyed.

Lucifer was saved from her continued disapproval by the arrival of an officer to give Chloe the alibi information. After that, he followed behind while she interviewed Ricky herself. Chloe had much better technique than him, not that he'd ever tell her that, and managed to get some useful information out of Ricky. It seems Dr Shaw's wife wasn't as innocent as she'd appeared.

"So, what now?" Lucifer asked the detective once they were all finished up at the scene.

"Now we talk to Sandy," Chloe said.

"Well lead the way then, Detective," Lucifer smiled.

"It's not that easy," Chloe said. "I'll have to get some units to look for her. She doesn't seem to be at home."

"How about a drink at Lux then?" Lucifer asked.

"I suppo-," Chloe began, but she was stopped by her phone ringing. "Yeah this is 831. Tell him I'll be there as soon as I can." Then she hung up the phone. She looked up from her phone and continued. "That was dispatch. Dan's phone died and he wants me to meet him at my place. Apparently it's urgent."

"So that's it?" Lucifer said. "You just go running as soon as Dan calls? What about the case?"

"It's a waiting game until we find Sandy," Chloe replied. "Besides this could be about Trixie."

"Ah yes, the offspring," Lucifer sighed. "Alright then, Detective, but don't be long."

Now, faced with some time to kill, Lucifer went back to Lux for a drink. After coming up with the idea, he found he rather liked it, even if it wasn't quite as good without the Detective tagging along.

Lucifer hadn't been at his penthouse that long when he heard the elevator. Turning, he saw Chloe walk out. What surprised him even further was that she went straight to the bar and poured herself a drink before downing it all in one go.

"Well well that is out of character," Lucifer observed. "Do tell, Detective."

"Dan wasn't the one waiting for me at my place," she said. "It was Malcolm."

"The coma guy?" Lucifer asked, feeling like this couldn't possibly be as bad as she was making it out to be. "Well what did he want?"

"To talk," Chloe answered.

"Must have been quite the talk," Lucifer said. "You never drink on duty."

"He tried to convince me we were on the same side," Chloe explained. "Wanted me to trust him."

"And do you?" Lucifer asked.

"I don't, actually," Chloe said. "He says he's looking into Palmetto, same as me. Looking for a dirty cop, same as me. He had a fairly reasonable explanation for it all, but I don't buy it. He's lying."

"Did you ask him if he'd been to hell?" Lucifer asked.

"No," Chloe replied. "Didn't want to tip my hand until I know what he's up to."

"My offer still stands," Lucifer reminded her. "You want proof he's been to hell, the Devil can provide."

"Not yet," Chloe said. "Malcolm did tip me off about something else though. He said no one should have known he was there, yet whoever shot him knew."

"Well, how did you find him, Detective?"

"Partners on the force share GPS trackers in their gear so they can find each other in emergencies," Chloe explained.

Lucifer grinned. "You hacked his partner's locator," he said. "You little minx."

"Which means Anthony knew Malcolm was there too," Chloe concluded.

"Well, maybe it's time we had a chat with this Anthony guy," Lucifer smiled.

Just then they were interrupted by Chloe's phone again. That thing had devilish timing as far as Lucifer was concerned.

"Anthony will have to wait," Chloe said when she got off the phone. "They found Sandy."

"I don't suppose since we are at my club that we could take my car?" Lucifer asked hopefully.

"No chance," Chloe replied, and she got out her phone again.

"Who are you calling this time?" Lucifer asked. "Seems to me like that bloody thing never stops ringing."

"I think Dr. Martin should join us for this one," Chloe explained.

This is how Linda ended up at the scene when they found Sandy at a rooftop parking garage with her car. Chloe got to work at once, reminding the suspect that she lied to the police, and asking for the truth. Sandy, however, seemed a tad reluctant to tell, so Lucifer stepped in and pulled the desire from her mind. The results were rather more disgusting than he'd expected.

"Poop," Sandy said. "Bags and bags of it."

"Oh," Lucifer replied. "I'm not sure whether to be horrified or impressed."

Chloe got the rest of the information out of Sandy, about how she was going to throw the excrement at her husband's lover and that's why she faked her plane tickets and drove back to LA.

"Tiffany's in a group therapy session right now for my husband's clients."

"Group cheater therapy!" Lucifer exclaimed. "The imagination runs wild." It was then that he noticed it. On the dash of Sandy's car was a pamphlet for what looked like the very group therapy she was talking about. Lucifer ducked in to pick it up while the others were talking. Could be interesting.

"How'd you find out Tiffany was sleeping with your husband?" Chloe asked Sandy.

"Dr. Medina called to see if Bernie wanted to grab a last minute drink," Sandy explained. "But Bernie was supposed to already be with Dr. Medina so I knew my husband had lied to me."

"But he was the cheater therapist," Lucifer reminded her. "I don't quite see the problem here."

"The problem is he fell in love with her," Sandy exclaimed.

"And that makes it different then does it? The cheating, if it's for love," Lucifer asked, genuinely curious.

"It makes all the difference!" Sandy replied.

"Interesting," Lucifer said thoughtfully. Maybe he could cover this in his next session with Linda. What made sex with love difference from sex without it? Weren't they both just sex? In fact, why wait.

"Is this normal?" Lucifer asked, turning to his therapist. "Do people usually get sex and love all tangled together?" Linda didn't answer him, but rather just looked exasperated. Had he asked a stuipd question? It wasn't his fault all this emotional stuff was new to him.

"Ignore him. He has issues," Chloe said, before getting back to interrogating Sandy. Once the Detective was done she handed Sandy off to another officer.

"Why don't you cut her loose?" Lucifer asked.

"No one can corroborate her alibi," Chloe said. "It's protocol."

"Doesn't seem very fair," Lucifer replied.

"Life isn't always fair," Linda told him in her therapist voice.

"Okay, yes, but let's skip all that and get right to the part where we figure it out and catch the killer, hmm?" Lucifer offered.

"It doesn't work like that, Lucifer," Chloe laughed.

"Well bugger all then if I know what to do," Lucifer said and walked off. It was so frustrating this lack of control. In Hell he'd been in charge, been the King, and here he felt compelled somehow to follow the Detective around. It didn't make any sense. Why? Why did he want to be here when he could be doing literally anything else?

Lucifer hadn't wandered far, but he must have been out of sight because just at the range of his hearing he heard Chloe and Linda talking. They clearly didn't know he could hear them.

"I don't know," Linda's voice was the first he managed to pick out. "He's grown quite a bit since working with you."

"Oh it isn't me," Chloe replied confidently. "You've had more to do with that than me I'm sure. I underestimated you before. I'm sorry."

"Not needed but thank you," Linda replied.

"And I was so sure you were sleeping with him," Chloe added.

"Oh, I am," Linda replied.

"Is that ethical?" Chloe asked.

"No, no it is not," Linda answered. "But there is something about him. I can't stop myself."

Lucifer didn't like the way this conversation was going. He decided it was time to make himself known.

"Nothing unethical about giving in to desire, doctor," Lucifer said, coming out from behind the concrete pillar.

"How long have you been there!?" Chloe demanded.

"Long enough to know I am the stuff of gossip," Lucifer replied cheerfully. "So tell me ladies what other fantasies have you cooked up, hm?

"You are just the worst-" but the Detective seemed a bit too frustrated to finish her sentence.

"Worst what, Detective?" Lucifer asked. "Because I think I was actually quite a skilled eavesdropper in this case. Not bad at all and I didn't even do it on purpose!"

"Anyway," Linda said, clearly trying to change the topic. "Do you think Sandy might know more than she realizes?" Her question was clearly directed at Chloe, but Lucifer butted in.

"What? Like who killed her husband?" Lucifer chimed in. "Cause that she would probably have told us before confessing to the poop hoarding."

"That's not what I meant," Linda explained. "I've been thinking about it, and the cheater therapist turned out to be terrible at cheating. Why wouldn't he tell Dr. Medina he was using him as a cover story? Seems like an easy way to avoid getting caught."

"Which someone like Dr. Shaw would have figured out!" Chloe said, in that way she did when she'd cracked a case. "If Shaw confided in Medina then that call he made to Sandy telling her all she needed to figure it out wasn't an accident."

"Sounds like we need to talk to this Medina!" Lucifer said. "And I know just where to find him." Reaching into the pocket of his jacket, Lucifer held out the pamphlet he'd picked up earlier. "Group therapy."

"But I'm driving!" Chloe said.

"You say that like I don't already know," Lucifer sighed.

"I think I'll just go back to work," Linda said. "Confronting a murderer isn't really my area of expertise."

"See you later then, Doctor," Lucifer said. Then he turned to Chloe. "Shall we go then Detective."

As usual, Chloe gave him that look that told him he was annoying her, and off they went.

"You were right about Dr. Martin," Chloe said as she drove. "She was very helpful."

"Have you ever considered therapy, Detective?" Lucifer asked.

"Not really," Chloe replied.

"What? Not even couples therapy when you and Detective Douche split?" Lucifer asked.

"Nope," Chloe said. "Couldn't find the time. Besides, thanks to you, now I could really only talk to a therapist who is willing to work in metaphors."

"Nothing wrong with metaphors, Detective."

"If a cop went around talking about how she believes her partner is the actual Devil," Chloe began. "Said cop would be unemployed."

"Fair point," Lucifer said. Then he pointed out the window and added, "Oh look, we're here."

They got out of the car and walked into the building. There was a sign on their left that read: Cheater Therapy Clients. Welcome to the celebration of Life of Bernard Shaw.

"It sounds like they've started," Chloe said as they approached. "Let me do the talking."

Lucifer didn't reply since that would have meant lying, but rather followed the Detective inside.

"This is a private event," one of them said as Lucifer and Chloe's appearance became known.

"Were you patients of Dr. Shaw?" This time it was the presumed leader of the group who asked.

"LAPD," Chloe said flashing her badge. "Are you Dr. Medina?"

"I am," the man said.

"We need to ask you some questions, if you'd like to come down to the station with us?" Chloe continued.

"No need for that Detective," Lucifer said, stepping forward.

He looked into Dr. Medina's eyes and said, "What is it you desire?"

For a moment he just stood there, stunned, then he spoke just three words. "I want Sandy."

And just like that, Lucifer remembered where he'd seen this guy before. Dr Medina had been comforting the victim's wife while Chloe interviewed her the first time. "Tissue lad," he declared. "Wanted some open relationship therapy of your own, I take it? But she didn't want you. Sandy loved her husband, so you killed him, didn't you?

"Shut up!" Dr. Medina screamed.

"See Detective," Lucifer said. "Solved it."

"But as usual, not through the appropriate channels," Chloe sighed. "Also that wasn't a confession."

"But we figured it out didn't we?" Lucifer said.

"Again, not how the justice system works," Chloe told him.

"Shut up, both of you!" Dr. Medina said, but louder this time. Then he turned around and grabbed a knife off the buffet table. Moving quickly, Dr. Medina turned the knife on them. Lucifer wasn't all that concerned until Dr. Medina changed targets.

"I had to do it, don't you see?!" he said desperately to Chloe as he moved closer and closer to her with the knife in hand.

Suddenly Lucifer's stomach was tense again, his body on edge.

"He didn't deserve her!" Dr. Medina continued, yet closer to Chloe with the knife held out in front of him. "He lied to her. He cheated on her! I couldn't let him get away with that."

"Usually I am all for punishing the guilty, but as you are pointing that at the very much not guilty I am rather going to have to step in," Lucifer said, calmly, even if he wasn't feeling that calm.

Vulnerable or not, Lucifer got in between Dr. Medina and Chloe. Reaching out, Lucifer wrapped his whole hand around Dr. Medina's weapon wielding forearm and closed his fist sharply. Dr. Medina cried out in pain and dropped the knife. Knowing what the Detective would say, Lucifer let go.

"My arm!" Dr. Medina cried, falling in a heap on the ground.

"I had that totally under control," Chloe scolded him. "There was no need for violence."

"Actually, Detective, I believe he started the violence," Lucifer replied. "Poor chap just didn't know who he was up against."

Chloe didn't reply but ran off to get some help. She returned moments later with a gurney and two paramedics. The Detective's lecture continued once the paramedics confirmed that Lucifer had broken his arm.

Not alot of difference here. Mostly all Lucifer's trying to understand jealousy was cut since Chloe didn't have a secret case with Dan for him to get all emotional over. I'm sure jealously will come up for him later ;) I have been trying to quickly summarized parts that are the same as the show. I thought of cutting them entirely but it really messed with the flow of the story. Let me know ifs it's too repetitive for you guys and I should cut more.

Sneak Peek Chapter 12

"Yes, so you'll never guess who came by Lux last night?"

"The Easter bunny," Chloe said the first crazy thing that came to her mind.

"Oh alright I'll just tell you," Lucifer said. "A priest! Can you believe it!? A priest walked into my bar and asked for a favour."

"And this gets us a case, how?"

"Well the priest's favour, of course," Lucifer continued. "There's this youth center being used as a drug operation, but that isn't the point."

"It's not?"

"No, we need to investigate the priest!" Lucifer said. "He wasn't all he seemed, I'm sure."