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The next morning, her eyes fluttered open and her arm reached over to grab another pillow. Why was the curtain open? She never opened curtains. Come to think of it, this bed was very comfortable. Something was off. She bolted up in bed, fist at the ready.

"Do you always wake up wanting to punch someone?" Lucifer stood a few feet away.

She blinked a few times and looked around the room. So, this is what the penthouse at Lux looked like during the day. Then her eyes dropped, and she stared confused. She was still fully dressed, muddy boots and all.

"How did you sleep?" He asked, handing her a mug of coffee.

"Better than last time." She answered honestly.

"I'm only slightly insulted. You were dead on your feet last night."

She agreed. "Thanks for the coffee. I'll pay for the dry cleaning."

"Don't worry about it. You only left mud on the floor and the sheets."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

Pretty much satisfied he wasn't going to ask for anything, she got out of the bed. She stood and stretched, then her eyes went to the window. "I missed it." She sounded sad.

"Missed what?" He asked, confused.

"The sunrise."

"Well, there will be another one tomorrow."

A small smile crossed her face. "Tomorrow isn't promised." Then she changed the subject. "Where did you sleep last night?" She hardly thought they shared a bed.

"I don't sleep, actually." He responded.

"So the bed is just a prop?" Why did she like teasing the Devil so much?

"You know for a fact that is not true." He grinned. "Breakfast is on the table over there."

She was about to say that she wasn't hungry but her rumbling stomach betrayed her. A few pieces of toast and the mug of coffee was enough for her.

Lucifer stared at her. "I put of this whole spread and that's all you eat?"

"My eating habits are like my sleeping habits, terrible." She answered honestly. Then she noticed he was staring intently at her, and it was finally uncomfortable. "Yes, can I help you with something?"

"You know, this is the second time we have seen each other, and I don't know your name." He said.

"It's whatever you want it to be." She barely looked at him, her eyes were fixed back on the titles on the book shelf.

"That's not fair. You know my name." There was almost a whine in his voice.

"Everyone knows your name. Lucifer, Satan, Iblis, Baphomet, Azazel, Beelzebub, Mastema[KM1] ."

"Well anyway, it isn't fun. Names give powers and identity, a glimpse into the naked soul."

"And you wonder why I don't want to share."

"After our encounter four years ago, you can't be shy."

She stared at him, wheels turning in her head. Then she sighed, giving in. "Jane."

"Jane? Like Jane Doe?" He didn't seem to buy it.

"Let's go with Jane Doyle."

"You don't look like a Jane."

This was getting out of hand now. "Stop pushing for more."

"Bossy." He called her.

"On a tight schedule here." And that was the honest truth, the fate of the world hung in the balance.

"So, when does the study session start?"

"Actually, can I just borrow a few? I would rather work in my motel room, somewhere with less distractions."

"When did this become a library? Fine, but there will be stiff penalties if any books are returned late."

She gathered five books and passed him on the way to door. "I'm counting on it." She considered a good-bye kiss but knew there was no time and no real reason for that.

Lucifer watched the woman who called herself Jane leave his penthouse, five books in her arms. She was a mystery wrapped in an encyclopedia. And he wanted to know more.

He went about his morning routine until his cell phone rang about noon.

"Good afternoon Detective, what's the case today?" He listened for a moment. "Hardly sounds interesting but I'll be right there." He hung up and grabbed his jacket before heading out the door.

He arrived at the crime scene and quickly found Chloe. She was with Dan and Ella and a dead body.

The body wasn't harmed at all. What caught Lucifer's eye was one of the four brands on the victim's chest. He had seen that symbol before and now needed an expert to help solve the case.

Lucifer had hoped to slip away without Chloe noticing. He almost got away with it too. But Dan saw him and then Chloe called out to him.

"Detective, I'll be right back!" He yelled to her.

Yay, she has a name, a fake one but we and Lucifer can call her something.

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