Nick smiles seeing MJ again. She was his only visitor for the past few days and even though she hasn't said a word to him, he finds her presence soothing.

After seeing her again that day, he just had to ask "Why do you keep coming here?"

MJ said nothing.

"I mean, everybody came, once or twice to see the man Lucifer possessed, but eventually got bored. I'm just curious why is it that you keep coming back?"

MJ tightens her lips and narrows his eyes at him.

Nick looks at her examining her face and her posture. "I don't know you. Lucifer didn't know you, I'm sure. Who are you?"

MJ walked away.

The next morning when she didn't show up, Nick felt a bit sad. He wasn't sure if it was him asking her questions that made her not come back or if it was something else, but he did want to see her again.

That morning MJ walked in Hooper's office. Hooper was behind his desk, sorting out some papers.

"You wanted to see me?"

Hooper gives her a stern but at the same time a worried look. "You have been going down there for days. I think you should stop."

"I can't stop. I have to make sure he stays where he is, the way he is."

"We are monitoring him, you know. He's not going anywhere without us knowing about it."

"By the time you might know about it, he could be long gone."

He leans forward and with a curious look asks "Why are you doing this to yourself?"

MJ doesn't answer, but a sad expression quickly flashes over her face. Hooper caught it and he gets up and walks to her. "Tell me what happened?"

"It doesn't matter. It never happened."

Hooper sighs and takes her hand, staring into her eyes "Tell me." He says with the softest voice.

MJ clinches her fist for a second and then sighs. "He... Lucifer. He killed the man I loved."

Hooper looks at her with empathy as she continues "When he couldn't get to me, he went after the people closest to me. He killed some, but nothing hurt as much as it did when he killed Tom. He just... He just ripped him to shreds."

Hooper would expect to see MJ's eyes tearing up, but all there was on her face was anger. Too much anger and it really worried him.

He pulls her close and hugs her, but she felt cold and distant.

"You have to let it go."

"Let it go? He killed the man I loved! Not to say my father and everyone else he could get his hands on. How could I let it go?"

"Not that. The anger. You need to let go of some of that anger. It will tear you apart."

MJ sings "I can't. I... I thought it was over, I thought he was dead. When I found out he wasn't I... it all came back. All he has done."

"If I understand it right, he didn't do all of it, right? Not this Lucifer, not this version of him."

"Does it matter?"

"It should. Knowing that might just help you get passed this. Just a little bit. I'm not defending him, I'm... I'm just worried about you."

"I know you are." She knew exactly how he felt about her. Deep down she might have felt a little, a very little something about him, but she would never, could never admit it. Not to him, not to others, not to herself.

"You do know how I feel about you?" he says looking straight into her eyes.

MJ averts her eyes, not saying a thing. He kept looking at her, and she could feel his stare on the back of her head.

"I have to go." She says before she walks out of his office. Hooper just stood there, following her with his gaze.

Nick couldn't help but feel joy when he saw that face again. He didn't quite understand why that was, but he didn't really care.

He did smile, but said nothing. He was afraid he would drive her away again. But unlike the other time, he didn't go back to reading his book, not really. He kept glancing at her, happy she was there again, worried if he looked away long enough she would be gone again.

MJ was furious. At Nick, at Hooper, at herself. She really thought Hooper would get her signals, signals that showed she didn't want anything with him. She didn't want to say anything directly, because she didn't want to hurt him, but she now knew she would have to. She just didn't know how.

"This is all your fault." She lets out, unwillingly.

Nick flinched since he wasn't expecting she would ever speak to him. Hearing her voice felt so good, so nice, but the words hurt. He didn't know why, but they did.

"I...I didn't do anything..." he whispered with uncertainty.

"But you did. Or you would have in the... Never mind." She said looking away.

"I...I know Lucifer did some horrible things. I... I've done some pretty bad things too... But I didn't mean to hurt anybody. I'm sorry."

Those last words hurt like a son of a bitch. Even though MJ knew Nick didn't know who he really was, she still couldn't see pass that. All she saw was Lucifer making another mockery of her life.

As strong as MJ was, as much as she could keep a straight face in front of pretty much anyone or anything, and keep her emotions in check, this was too much. Pure rage wrapped around her face and she charged at the cell, hitting the plexiglass with her fists as hard as she could.

"No! You don't get to say you're sorry. You don't get to ruin my life and just apologize afterwards! I lost everything because of you! My father, my childhood, my friends, my husband! All because you just had to get your hands on a shiny new vessel."

Somewhere in that whole angry lash, she started crying. Her hands that were on the plexiglass, slowly started to slide down, as she leaned her head on the glass.

Nick was horrified. He knew she still saw Lucifer in him, and for some reason he wanted her to see that he wasn't him anymore. He didn't want her to see him as such, but more importantly he didn't want to see her like this.

He sets his hand on the other side of the glass, right at the spot her head was and says gently. "I...I'm not him. Not anymore. Not ever."

She just looks up "But you are. And you always will be."