As Chloe and Lucifer worked to solve their latest case, Michael watched the people of Los Angeles move around him through the tinted filter of his sunglasses. He marveled at how such a simple thing could give you both distance and a shield from others.

He looked up and down the street wondering why he was wasting time in Los Angeles when he should be in Hell setting things in order. He knew the answer. It was Ella. He wanted to be around her, even though the situation was outside his experience.

He wanted to be with her. Just as Lucifer had a connection with Chloe, he felt a connection with Ella. It was odd… very odd. He looked skyward, "Father, what are you up to?"

He thought back to the one kiss he shared with Chloe when he was trying to get Lucifer to leave Los Angeles. It had been an interesting sensation, but also upsetting because of her connection to his brother. He instinctively knew it would be different with Ella.

He walked up the street toward her tiny apartment, but then stopped, uncertain of his actions. Duty demanded that he get back to Hell, yet he felt things were stable. The demon factions were quiet and back to the routine of watching over the damned. No one had attempted to attack him for the last three days.

He started to walk again. He could afford to spend some time with her. He was tempted to use his power to get the truth from her, to demand that she tell him if she felt the same strange attraction. Yet, common sense warned him that he would destroy the very thing he sought by making her tell him. He found himself standing outside her door. He knocked, feeling like a fledgling on his first flight.

Ella opened the door with a surprised smile, "Michael, what are you doing here?"

He looked down at her, confusion clear on his face. "I wanted to see you." He started to back away, "I should have called."

She moved forward, closing the space between them again and tugged at his arm, "Don't be silly. You're here, so come on in."

She led him into her living space. The television was on, but she quickly muted the sound and sat down, obviously expecting him to sit next to her. When he did, she gave him another uncertain smile, "So, what did you want to see me about?"

His green eyes locked with hers. "I really want to know what you're thinking right now. About me… But I won't force the truth from you."

She frowned at his odd statement, not understanding.

He cupped her chin gently with his long fingers, caressing the tender skin. "I hope you'll tell me soon."

Ella jumped up, to pace away from him, "Michael you aren't making any sense."

He stood as well, "Ella, I don't have much experience with relationships, but I feel something different when I'm with you." He looked at her with innocent, revealing eyes, "Don't you feel it too?"

She shook her head, smirking, "Man, that's the best line I've ever heard." Her smile faltered as she continued to look into his eyes. "You aren't kidding, are you?" She gently touched his shirt, "Okay, yes I feel it too, but there should be dates, and phone calls and time to get to know each other…"

He smiled sadly, and gently pulled her into his arms, "Yes. I understand. I'm just not sure I'll have the chance to do this properly."

Ella stared up at him, closing her eyes when it became too much. She moved out of his grasp, groaning softly, "Michael. I can't. I just think it would be too weird. It would be like kissing Lucifer." She shook her head, as the thought took root, "I mean how weird is it to kiss a guy that looks just like your co-worker and friend, who is dating one of your best girlfriends…"

Ella's monologue was cut short by Michael's mouth. He stepped closer, and gathered her into his arms. Ella froze for a moment, then her arms came up, sliding around his shoulders, clinging as she kissed him back. When he finally raised his head to let her breath, she gazed up at him, her dark eyes stunned, "Wow. I mean really. Wow."

He rubbed his cheek against her hair, and gave a shaky sigh, "Right there with you."

Ella turned to kiss him again, but he kept the kisses short, backing away as he tried to speak. She needed to know. "Ella. I have to tell you something."

She continued to place soft kisses on his lips, trying to get her fingers inside his shirt.

"Ella. Listen."

Hmm?

"I need to show you."

She smiled naughtily, "Okay…"

Michael backed away from her and shrugged his shoulders.

One minute she was looking at Michael and the next she saw a pair of long black wings appear behind him. She stared, trying to make sense of what she saw. When Michael made a slight movement and the wings moved with him, Ella stumbled back a step. Her eyes darted back and forth between the wings and Michael's eyes. He waited quietly, giving her time to process. She suddenly ran toward him, ducking beneath one wing to look at his back. He felt her fingers on his shirt, tracing where the wings disappeared into the material on each side of his shoulders. She ducked under the feathers again and studied them carefully, mumbling about multiple dimensions before she dropped to the floor and looked up at him in awe.

Michael gave her a smile tinged with worry. "My little sister was right. You are taking this well."

She snorted, "I'm a science fiction nerd. I've been preparing for something like this my entire life…" She stilled as his words registered, "Wait. Who is your little sister?"

He gave her a sheepish look, "Azrael. You call her Rae-rae."

"Hold it. You mean, my friendly ghost is really an angel? I mean, that's what you are right?"

"Um, yes."

"So, you're an angel, Rae-rae's an angel, Amenadiel is an angel. Lucifer is… HOLY CRAP! Lucifer is really the Devil?" She stretched out onto the floor, trying not to hyperventilate as she watched Michael in shock. "Oh God… oh God… oh GOD!" She stilled, "I have proof."

He knelt down very slowly, bending down on one knee to reach for her hand, "I know it's a lot to process, but I'm still the person you feel a connection with and I hope…" he gave her a small smile, "maybe love a little?"

When she saw the fear on his face, she sat up and wrapped him in an Ella hug. "This is totally cra-cra, Michael, but I'm into it." She pulled back and smiled at him, "I've got about a billion questions for you."