Note: Okay, yeah. It was supposed to be a one shot. But now there's two chapters! Yey? :)
The next time they meet is at the precinct. Maze hauled Dan's ass from a bar across town and locked them both in the interrogation room.
"Stay away from me!" Sir Douche exclaims, circling behind the long table while fumbling for something in his pocket. Dan flicks his wrist and flings the stiff playing card towards Lucifer's direction, and it hits the latter right on the forehead. But there's no blood.
So Dan tries again, but unlike several hours ago, Lucifer isn't keen on playing along. He confiscates the deck of cards and puts it in his own pocket, then confronts Dan again.
"What on Earth were you thinking? These cards are all but useless! Now, answer some questions for me, Detective Douche. You said you came back to the house because I called you,"
"Yes, why does it matter?"
"It's my twin Michael who placed that call," The Devil takes one good look at Dan and realizes why the latter did what he did. "Ah, dreadful poker face! He's the one who told you to shoot me isn't it? Look I hate to break it to you, Daniel, but you have been played."
"Michael's an angel," The urchin's father replies as if that statement alone explains everything. "And you're the Devil. You're the prince of lies!"
"Dan!" The consultant is incredibly pissed now as he slams his hand on the table rather forcefully, leaving a huge dent that would be difficult to explain later. "Chloe has been kidnapped by Michael. We need to find her before he does whatever angelic things he's planning on doing!"
And that explains why the precinct is on high alert.
Dan tries to open the door with purpose but stops when he feels the cut on his cheek. One of the cards that Lucifer got from him hits the door with a loud thud but not before grazing Dan's cheek. The card embeds itself almost halfway its size on that unfortunate piece of wood, a show of real strength that made Dan fear the devil more.
He then wonders why the club owner allowed him to poke as much as he wanted earlier.
But there's no time to dwell on it at the moment. Finding Chloe is their priority, and with this, Dan pulls himself together to try and recall some details on where the apparent evil twin may have taken his ex-wife.
Lucifer makes use of his wings and takes both Dan and Maze by their waist on either arm. Two cargos hamper his usual flight time speed, but it's still faster than driving in the busy streets of LA.
Dan is fading in and out of consciousness that sends Maze into a laughing fit. She even manages to record his face mid-flight.
Lucifer lands and doesn't wait for his companions to regain their bearings. Maze doesn't seem affected, but Dan took about five seconds and some bitch slap from the demon before he came to.
Chloe, meanwhile, hears footsteps and angles herself out of sight with the bar she just removed. Hearing the footsteps come closer, she swings with all her might and hits the person on the back of the head. The Detective makes a run for it, but Dan and Maze halt her sprint.
"Dan, Maze! What are you doing here?"
"That's a pretty mean swing you've got there, Detective. Could've cracked my skull wide open. Are all abandoned zoos this dangerous?"
The blonde's eyes widen and turn to Lucifer. He's not bleeding anywhere, even though she's right there with him. What just happened? But she'll worry about it later.
She captures his lips and deepens the kiss, ignoring their audience.
"He really does care about her, doesn't he?"
"Yeah. Freaking soulmates."
When the partners are done with their PDA, Lucifer says, "Come along, Detective. Let's get you cleaned up before we go back to the precinct."
"Hey, what about us?"
"I can only take two. You, Sir Douche look like you're about to faint and then vomit. Or both. So, I suggest you book an uber. Maze?"
"Nah. I'll babysit Danny boy."
"If you insist."
Lucifer struggles with his words, unable to say what she wants to hear because of the simple fact that he couldn't lie. But at that moment, he was really going. Until the celestial showstopper literally got in the way.
A fight ensues; someone gets thrown over the glass panel and wings! A show of wings for an apparent battle to the death (or that may be extreme, but Lucifer doesn't really care) until God shows up and all Hell breaks loose.
