Slowly creeping up with the word count. The chapters will continue to get longer as the groups get together, which will be next chapter.

Chapter 11: Are you ready?

Packing hadn't taken long. Chloe took a change of clothes and some essential toiletries. She figured that Lucifer could buy her anything else she needed. She had already decided she wasn't paying. If she couldn't take a suitcase she wasn't paying for what she couldn't fit.

She had kissed Trixie goodbye as she dropped her daughter at Dan's. Sent Maze a message, making her promise to keep their apartment tidy and to behave herself, as much as Maze ever did. Lastly Chloe had sent an email directly to Captain Gates, telling her that she and Lucifer were on their way. Chloe had no idea how long it would take to fly to New York so she refused the offer of a lift from the airport.

A nervous laugh escaped as Chloe drove back to Lux. This was ridiculous, why had she not talked Lucifer out of this. Surely commercial flights were safer. The last time Chloe had flown with Lucifer she had been unconscious so she didn't quite know what to expect. She wasn't sure that she wanted to know.

Chloe had seen Lucifer's wings, they were awe-inspiring to put it mildly. However hanging in Lucifer's arms seemed much less safe than wrapped in an aeroplane.

Waiting for the lift Chloe tried to reason with herself. Planes crashed all the time, angels never did. Of course Lucifer had fallen from heaven, but Chloe was pretty sure that had nothing to do with his own flying abilities. The soft ping of the lift doors startled Chloe out of her thoughts. She hurried out into the penthouse's main room.

Lucifer was waiting, he had a small bag packed and sitting on the end of the couch. He had a drink in one hand and Chloe's blood pressure rocked up a notch. Surely there were rules about drinking and flying. "Are you ready Detective?" He asked downing the last of his drink.

Chloe nodded in silence, her eyes were on the open balcony door. It was a long way down.

"Detective?" There was note of concern in Lucifer's voice.

Chloe took a deep breath and looked back at him, he looked worried. "Are you sure about this?" She asked glad her voice wasn't wobbling as much as she thought it would.

Lucifer smiled at her. "Of course, you're hardly heavy and it isn't that far anyway."

Chloe nodded and gripped her bag a little tighter. Lucifer never lied to her, she reminded herself. "Let's just get this over with." She said. "Do you need me to do anything?"

Lucifer handed her his bag. She slung it over her other shoulder, she felt like a pack mule. He paused and looked at her. "You've faced down psychotic gun wielding maniacs and I haven't seen you this nervous." Lucifer smiled, only a hint of mockery. "You're not in any danger."

Chloe nodded and tried to focus on breathing. "I don't like flying at the best of times Lucifer. The thought of literally hanging in thin air with nothing between me and the ground…" Chloe sat on the end of the couch. "It's a bit much."

A glass of amber liquid appeared in her field of view and against her better judgement Chloe downed the whole lot. "You won't even notice us moving detective, trust me. I'll pick you up, close your eyes and hold on. We'll be there before you know it." The teasing note was still tickling around the edges of Lucifer's voice. Chloe focused on the most important words in that sentence, trust me. God help her she did trust Lucifer.

"Why close my eyes?" Chloe's inner detective was peeking through her uncertainty.

Lucifer offered her a hand and pulled her to her feet. "We'll be moving fast, it will be more comfortable if they are closed." Before Chloe could make any further comment he bent slightly and scooped her effortlessly into his arms carrying her bridal style. Chloe shifted in surprise and wrapped her arms around Lucifer's neck. He looked down at her and smiled. "Ready?" He asked again.

Chloe wished he would stop asking and just get on with it. The butterflies in her stomach were on the war path. Chloe closed her eyes and for good measure she also buried her face in the curve of Lucifer's neck. "Ready." She said into his jacket. Chloe took a little comfort in the amount of strength in Lucifer's arms. She knew logically that Lucifer was much stronger than his lean frame would lead you to believe, but feeling that strength was something else. Chloe hoped it was comforting.

Chloe could feel Lucifer walk and the change in temperature told her they were now outside on the balcony. Lucifer shifted around her and there was the soft whoosh of air that told her he had unfurled his wings. Chloe resisted, with difficulty, the urge to peek at them.

Then with a single movement of the shoulder muscles Chloe could feel under her arms they were airborne. The rush of cool air against her skin made her glad she had a jacket on and her eyes closed, the air was moving so fast it stung. Chloe counted her own heatbeats and tried to make them match the steady beat of Lucifer's heart against her ear. She wished she had asked what 'not far' translated into in flight time before they took off. Then just as quickly as it started, the whistling of the air stopped and Lucifer spoke. "You can open your eyes Detective."

Chloe opened her eyes just in time to catch Lucifer's wings as they folded back into whatever he did to make them invisible. As always, just a glimpse was enough to make her feel considerably better. Lucifer set her on her feet and held onto her arm to give her time to steady herself. Chloe took a couple of steady breaths; they hadn't died and judging from the massive drop in temperature, they were now in New York. Lucifer took his bag back. "See perfectly safe." Lucifer insisted.

"I still think I would prefer to fly commercial." Chloe insisted as she looked around. They were in a side alley. Lucifer, in his mega bucks suit, looked very out of place. "Where are we?"

"Just behind the 12th precinct. That was where you wanted to go wasn't it?" Lucifer asked striding off towards the street at the other end of the alley.

"Yes. I just realised I haven't booked anywhere to stay!" Chloe told him, jogging to catch up.

Lucifer shook his head. "I thought you were supposed to be the organised one." The exasperation in his voice was countered slightly by the smug smirk on his face.

"And I thought you were supposed to be the rich one." Chloe threw back at him; she got a broad smile for that one.

"Fair enough detective. Leave the accommodation to me. I suppose we should check in with the local plod." The two of them looked up at the building. Like many New York buildings it was brick and a bit old fashioned. However Chloe knew that inside was one of the most highly thought of police forces in the world.

Chloe glanced at Lucifer, he looked un-impressed. "Let's go find a killer." She said and led the way inside.