The next morning, Chloe watched from her car as Trixie walked into school. She waved to her daughter and yawned. She hadn't slept well last night; dreams kept her tossing and turning. But she couldn't remember any of them. She yawned again as she waiting for the line of parent-filled cars in front of her to move. Suddenly, a part of her dream popped into her head.

She was surrounded by huge white feathers …

She shivered and shook her head to banish the images. She reached for the speaker button on her car phone to call work, "Ella, I'm running a few minutes late. Is everything quiet at the station?"

"Pretty quiet. I've been working on the new computer software they gave me and it is so cool! I mean this stuff is like being in Star Fleet."

"Okay, Ella, that's great." She quickly got to the point of her call, "Has Lucifer shown up?"

"Um, no sorry. But did you see the news this morning? The dude has a brother named Michael. I mean how bananas is that. Lucifer and Michael? His parents must be ultra religious…"

"Ella. Ella." Chloe tried to rein in the colorful monologue that was Ella's mind. "Why is Michael in the news?"

"Oh, well he is the CEO of a new charity in town. Sounds like he's planning to do big things in L.A."

"Hmmm. Okay, I'll be there soon. If Lucifer shows up, don't let him leave."

"You got it, girlfriend!"

When Chloe arrived a few minutes later, Lucifer sat waiting at her desk. He had her favorite coffee in hand. "Good morning, Detective." He gave her a small smile, then winced slightly.

She noticed the bruising under his left eye. "Are you okay? Did Michael do that?"

"I'm fine. You should see my brother."

She rolled her eyes, "I bet." She waited a moment, wondering how to start a conversation he might wish to avoid. She sat down at her desk and leaned toward him, "Can I ask you something?"

He studied her for a moment, "Of course."

Suddenly shy, she avoided his eyes and mumbled, "You have wings, right?"

He looked up at the ceiling in distress, but answered, "Yes. My wings are back."

She leaned even closer, "Are they totally white, like the fake ones from the auction?"

Lucifer studied her closer, finally noticing the blush along her cheek. "Why yes, Detective they are." He gave her a dangerously sexy grin, "I seem to recall that you thought those wings were gorgeous."

Chloe sat back quickly, trying to save her dignity, "I might have said something like that, but that isn't the point."

He raised one eyebrow, "What is the point?"

She looked away from him, "I had a dream last night about white wings and I thought maybe they were yours." Her voice was barely a whisper as she stopped speaking.

Lucifer's expression turned sour. "You were dreaming about the ambush and

Cain's death. You must have seen my wings right before you blacked out."

She tried to remember, "You used your wings at the ambush?"

"Yes. It was instinct. They came out and surrounded both of us."

Stunned, she recalled the scene. White feathers tinged with blood everywhere. She felt sick, but before she could say anything more, Lucifer spoke.

"I'm sorry your dreams are being impacted by that day. Please try to put it out of your mind." He shifted in his chair.

Chloe knew he was ready to bolt. She quickly changed the subject. "So. Why is your brother Michael here?"

She realized her mistake immediately. Lucifer became even more withdrawn. He said stiffly, "He seems to have taken a liking to the area." He fidgeted with his cufflink for a moment before adding, "and there was some mention of sending me back to hell."

Chloe's shouted, "WHAT?" took the entire room by surprise. She quickly lowered her voice and smiled apologetically at the officer's around her before continuing quietly, "Can he do that?"

Lucifer shook his head, "Well, I suppose he could if you were near me and I was tied hand and foot…" He gave her a slight smile, "Don't worry, Detective. I promise that you and Beatrice are in no danger. Michael is an arse, but he would never harm a human." He stood up quickly and walked toward the vending machines.

Chloe watched him with sadness. He thought her concern was only for herself; never him.

Across town, Amenadiel sat on Linda Martin's couch while Maze sat in the chair with her booted feet up on the coffee table. Linda sat behind her desk, looking at the two of them, "What's up?"

Maze gave Amenadiel a worried look before turning to Linda, "Michael is in Los Angeles."

Linda's eyes went wide, "As in the archangel Michael?"

Amenadiel nodded, "Yes. He is Lucifer's twin and he has finally decided to take a hand in the situation."

Linda's eyebrows went up, "That doesn't sound good."

Maze toyed with her knife, "It isn't, which is why Amenadiel and Lucifer need to deal with this and leave you out of it."

"It's all right, Maze."

Maze turned to look at her in total disbelief. "No. It isn't, Linda. You almost got killed the last time you were put in the middle." She glared at Amenadiel. "I won't let that happen again."

Amenadiel gave both women a slight smile, "I agree. We will keep Linda out of this. I only wanted her to know in case Michael somehow finds her."

Maze glared at him and gestured with her knife, "You need to get Michael to go home. I'll stay here and guard Linda."

"Right. So how do I get him to leave?"

"I don't know… tell him Lucifer is here on God's orders." She shrugged her shoulders, "it might be true…"

A few hours later, Amenadiel sat outside of Michael's office smiling occasionally at the receptionist. She smiled back, "You can go in now."

He made his way into the huge office. The furnishing were ultra modern and sparse in the large space. Michael stood looking out the window, but turned as Amenadiel joined him. "Hello, brother. I assume you are here to ask me to leave?"

"Yes. You must realize that father has a plan and Lucifer is meant to be here."

"I know nothing of the sort. I see that you failed in your duty, perhaps seduced by the emotions this world seems to release."

Amenadiel studied him carefully, "You feel it too?"

"Of course. You know my talent. Others must speak the whole truth around me. Even Lucifer who is normally so cleaver at half truths, must tell everything when I command it." He paced away from the view. "But here, without using my power at all, these mortals tell me too much. The emotions pour off them like a flood." He shook his head in worry, "It's terrifying, yet I have to get my brother back where he belongs."

"How will you do that, Michael?"

"I'm going to take his favorite toys away. His club and the woman, Chloe, are the keys. If I can destroy his business and turn Chloe's attention away, Lucifer will slink back to Hell."

Amenadiel's eyes widened in panic, "That is a terrible idea. You don't understand how much Lux means to him or how much he cares for Chloe. You will start a war."

"No, he will do what he always does. He will run away. If the business closes and he sees Chloe turn her affection to me, he will sulk, but he will do it in Hell."

Amenadiel threw up his hands. "You two are so sure that you always have everything under control, but you can't control Chloe."

Michael arched one eyebrow and laughed, "Of course I can. She'll only mortal."

"I give up. Just don't hurt Chloe."

Amenadiel turned to go, but Michael stepped in front of him. "Just one more thing, brother…" He gave a menacing smile, "what happened to Uriel?"

Amenadiel tried to look away from Michael as sweat broke out on his forehead. Too late he felt Michael's power surround him. His mouth opened and closed, "I… I don't want to tell you."

Michael made a tutting sound, and shook his head, "Don't make this harder than it needs to be. I really don't want to hurt you. Just give me the truth."

Amenadiel clenched his fists, as his body started to shake. Pain lanced through him rapidly becoming unbearable until he finally cried out, "Lucifer killed him."

Michael's face became a mask of anger, "I knew it. Lucifer isn't headed for redemption. He's more evil than ever." He turned away, "to kill a brother…"

Amenadiel grabbed Michael's arm and turned him around to look into his eyes. "Listen to me. He had to. Mom was here on earth. Uriel threatened to kill Mom and Chloe."

Michael wrenched himself out of Amenadiel's grasp, "That can't be."

"It's true. Uriel became unhinged. He thought he had to protect Father and he was willing to kill to make sure of it."

Michael stared deep into Amenadiel's eyes before his shoulders slumped and he dropped onto a chair. "I believe you. I saw the way he began to change, but how could he go so far?"

"I don't know. But you must understand that Lucifer suffered and still grieves for what he was forced to do."

Michael nodded, "Perhaps. But that doesn't change things. I will make sure that Lucifer desires to go back to Hell."

Amenadiel turned and walked out of the office as Michael called after him, "Tell him if you like. It won't make any difference."

His words echoed in the silent office as memories crowded around him. Long ago, the young voice of his brother urged him to play, Come on, Michael… let's see who can fly faster! Then much later, as they sat together by the gates of the Silver City, Samael, don't go. Father will be angry.

Don't worry. How can it be wrong to want to see what we made in Father's name? A quick look won't make any difference. I'll be right back.

But his brother hadn't come back. He had fallen.

Michael forced his thoughts away from the past, while one of his hands unconsciously tried to rub the emptiness from his chest.

In the weeks that followed, Lucifer once again put distance between himself and Chloe.

She decided that no matter what, she would protect Lucifer. If Michael meant him harm, she would find out and stop it. However, the more she saw of Michael, the less she worried.

Michael managed to 'accidentally' meet Chloe at the grocery store, the mall and a local coffee shop. Chloe didn't mind. She found it oddly appealing to have a happier version of Lucifer around; one who seemed glad to spend time with her. He was always very open and made no secret of his interest in her, yet he didn't try to take advantage. Her initial fear began to fade.

Michael spent his spare time avoiding his brother while quickly creating a good name in the city. His charity pumped money into food banks and homeless shelters. Once established, he turned the business over to his top management. He mingled with the best and brightest while at the same time working to gain Chloe's trust. His goal almost in reach, he planned a formal charity affair. Through his contacts with the police commissioner, he made sure that Chloe would attend. He would be Prince Charming to her Cinderella.