I do not own Lucifer.

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It was a decent size crowd for an auction. Jane was grateful they weren't packed in there like sardines. There was room to mingle, even though that wasn't her style. She stood off to the side for a good twenty minutes, studying the room. She really had to go talk to people.

"So, where are we starting?" Came a very familiar voice beside her.

At least she had enough sense not to reach for the small knife she had hidden in her hair. "Lucifer? Seriously? What are you doing here? I can handle a simple auction." Jane complained. The point was not to draw attention. Having the Devil shadowing her would ruin everything.

He was perfectly dressed in a black suit. "I know you can, but the Detective thinks differently. I'm your backup."

She stared. Jane hated backup, it made her feel like she wasn't smart enough to handle a situation alone. "Fine, just don't distract me. I am working here."

"Is this you bossy? I like it." And he grinned at her.

Oh, this wasn't going to be difficult at all.

"You look stunning by the way, like a Greek goddess."

Jane winced. Anything Greek made her both comfortable and uncomfortable in her own skin. "Ella helped in picking it out and all the accessories." She didn't want any of the credit.

"Miss Lopez does have good taste though you would never know it the way she dresses at the station."

"Some people care more about comfort than style."

"Actually, I believe they go hand in hand."

"Says the man who has never wore heels or a skin-tight dress." Jane joked then added. "I identify more with a harpy or a fate, not a goddess. Thank you for the compliment."

"Anytime. So where are we starting?"

"You go right, I go left. Ask about moon glyphs and branding."

An hour passed without too much pain. Jane listen to every person she spoke to. She needed information, she could fake being polite. And she had introduced herself as Katherine Hutchinson.

Lucifer met back up with her. "These people aren't as boring as I thought they would be." They were now walking by the tables that held the items to be auctioned off.

And Jane fell into a rant. "None of these items should be sold to the highest bidder. They are priceless, significant historical artifacts. They should be going back to their country of origin or they belong in a museum."

"Yes, Indiana Jones." Lucifer joked.

"I'm serious. Things are either in countries they don't belong in or in someone's house. People have no idea what they buy and bring home. On top of that, there is so much lost knowledge. I wish that the Library of Alexandria hadn't been destroyed."

"Those bloody Romans." Lucifer half-heartedly agreed.

"You joke but.… oh…" Her eyes focused on a piece of a wall painting.

"You clearly found something you like. You looked at me the same way when we first met."

"Nowhere close." Her gaze only intensified and Jane actually bit her lip.

"Fine, that's how other woman react. You might want to buy it dinner first." He suggested.

"Why, you didn't?" Then she grabbed his arm and pulled him away. There were people close by and she didn't want to be overheard. "The piece had all four of the brands on it."

"So, are you going to bid for it?"

"Going to have to."

"Anything else worth buying here?"

"Probably not. These people, they don't understand these items. The history behind them. They think they study with their huge libraries, but to actually be out there, experiencing it all, it's a whole different game." Jane said. "They don't know how to handle things."

"True, they think that gentler is better but in my experience, fast and hard work just as well." He commented.

"Fast and hard could make something break."

"Older things are made to last longer and handle a pounding."

"They don't make them like they used to." Jane was looking at all the pottery.

"No, they don't. things change, people change. Now a days, you never get to three. You did though, so congratulations."

"Thanks, wait what are you talking about?" She stared at him confused.

"Clearly not the same thing you were talking about."

She retraced their conversation and it dawned on her. "You were talking about sex. Is that all you think about?"

"No, I think about drinking and drugs and music also. Things you don't appreciate."

"There is more to life than that."

"Name five things."

"Knowledge, faith of some sort, family, connections, quiet moments and hope." She rattled off five easily.

"And you understand all those things?'

"Yes." Suddenly Jane wasn't paying attention to him. Her eyes were scanning the room, an odd familiar feeling had settled on her. Then she saw him and an almost giddiness bubbled in her. "You want a drink." That was directed at Lucifer but she didn't wait for a response before walking off.

Had that been a question or a statement? He had no idea but he didn't follow her.

Jane quickly crossed the room and stood next to a man. "I am a stranger traveling from the East seeking that which is lost."

The man didn't move but a tiny grin crossed his face. "I am a stranger traveling from the West, it is I who you seek."

The seriousness only lasted a moment more. The man pulled Jane into a tight hug. "I should have known you would be here."

"Of course, I'm here, Dad. This is my kind of place. I thought you were still in Asia. When did you get here?"

"Only earlier today. Now which item do you have your eye on?"

"Jane, I thought you were getting drinks." Lucifer walked up to her and then noticed the man with her. "Am I interrupting something?"

"Jane? Clever." The man said then stuck out his hand. "Horus Sinclair."

Jane blinked, her father never gave out his birth name, much less their last name. She felt exposed.

"Lucifer Morningstar." Lucifer shook the outstretched hand without a care in the world.

Horus slightly paled then turned to Jane. "How did you get mixed up with him?"

"He's a consultant for the LAPD, I am helping him with a case right now."

"Anything else?" Horus was trying to get more information out of her. And clearly wanted answers now.

"Not here, Dad." Jane said under her breath, wanting to be anywhere else.

"Dad? Well, this is a first." Lucifer, on the other hand, was enjoying the uncomfortableness. "I usually run into jealous husbands or boyfriends, maybe the brother."

"Can you excuse us, Mr. Morningstar. I need to speak with my daughter, alone." Horus led Jane away. "How in holy hell are you working with the Devil? Besides the fact I saw the two of you earlier. You look close."

"I did a favor for him a few years ago, he owes me. Now there are two dead bodies with the different brands. Our paths crossed."

"So, this is strictly business?" Horus wanted to know.

Jane knew how to lie, she spent year lying to everyone about her job, her name, her life in general. But lying to her father… the truth would give him a heart attack, then when he recovered, he would attempt to kill Lucifer. She took a deep breath. "It is strictly business 90% of the time." Her math was about right.

"And the remaining 10% of the time?" There was an emotion in Horus' voice Jane couldn't quite place.

"I really don't want to spell it out. It's already uncomfortable." She shrugged.

"That's my job." He sighed and looked at her. "I still see my little girl, watching The Mummy in her Wonder Woman pajamas eating pop tarts."

"I still love that movie. Maybe O'Connell should be my name on the next mission."

"Thalia, just be careful. He is the Devil."

Her head spun to stare at him. She couldn't remember the last time someone called her by her birth name. She barely remembered it herself. "I will be. As soon as this case is solved, I'm gone. No lingering feelings on either side."

"That kind of love, if you can call it love, isn't right. You deserve better."

"I save the world, what more can I ask for?"

"You're alone."

"So are you." She commented back.

"I had your mother, God rest her soul. We were partners, life was perfect. And you completed our family. I want better for you."

"I am happy, I am important to the world." And she wasn't lying.

Horus looked at his daughter and had to smile. "I see that, and you are good at what you do and you love doing it. But there isn't much of a reward."

"The sun rises the next day. If that isn't a reward, I don't know what it." That's how Jane rationalized her life and job.

Horus pulled his daughter into a tight hug. "Just be careful when it comes to him. And this mission, whatever it is, finish it and move on."

"I know, I know how important I am. And what is at stake." She said.

Lucifer walked up to them. "I hate to break up the family reunion, but the auction is starting. I took the liberty of picking up the numbers for us. This is yours," He handed her one paddle. "And this one is mine, obviously." He held up a paddle that read '69'.

Jane rolled her eyes. "Duty calls. Will I see you after this?"

"No, this was just a recon mission. I'm on my way out of the country again." Horus said. "Thalia, Lucifer." And he walked across the room.

"Thalia? Was he talking to you?" Lucifer asked.

"Yeah." Jane said, grabbing his arm and pulled him into the next room to find seats.

"So that's your birth name? You do look like a Thalia. It's pretty."

"I was named after the Greek muse of comedy. There is nothing funny about not being able to find my name on a key chain." She found them a pair of chairs near the front.

"There are worst names, trust me." Lucifer said. That earned him an understanding look from Jane.

"Thanks." Maybe he wasn't so bad, there were moments where he showed his nicer side.

The auction began and there were a lot more items than Jane expected. She was silent, not wanting to lecture either Lucifer or the people around them.

Finally her item came up.

"We are going to start the bidding at five hundred." The man yelled.

Jane raised her paddle. "Five hundred and fifty."

"Six hundred." Came a voice behind them.

Jane risked turning around. There was a very well dressed man sitting a few rows back, and he had two body guards. Great, competition. "Six fifty." She shot back.

"Seven Fifty." Came the counter.

"Are you sure that's the piece you want?" Lucifer asked.

"Yes. Eight Hundred."

"Doesn't seem like it." He scoffed as the mysterious man shouted out a higher number.

"I don't have unlimited funds." She argued.

"No, but you know who does?" At that, Lucifer stood up, paddle in hand. "Ten hundred for whatever that is."

A gasp went through the room, was it enough. Jane turned around to see if the man had given up. He met her eyes and nodded. But they both knew it wasn't over yet.

"Sold!" the auctioneer yelled.

Lucifer looked quite proud of himself and glanced down at Jane. She only grinned back.

Lucifer and Jane picked up their prize at the front desk after the auction. The man in charge congratulated them before they left the museum.

"Why am I carrying this?" Lucifer asked, holding the slightly heavy piece.

"Because you are stronger." Jane answered.

"Why do I doubt that?"

"I can take that off your hands." Came a new voice in the parking lot.

Jane and Lucifer turned to see the mysterious man from the auction along with his body guards.

"You're the chap who wanted this piece. Someone is a sore loser." Lucifer observed. He didn't seem phased at all.

Jane, on the other hand, tensed. The man was no different than anyone who wanted to take over her dig site, or her research or treasures that didn't belong to them.

"I never lose." He stated.

"First time for everything." Lucifer was still talking while Jane remained silent.

"You have no need for it. You don't even know what it is."

"You're right, I don't. But she does and she is the brains of the operations. What she wants, she gets."

"Well, you do seem attached to the piece, miss." The man's attention turned to Jane. "Maybe I can make it worth your while to hand it over. Join me for a drink and we can see where the night takes us." He offered.

Jane didn't even have to think about it. "Doubt you could do anything to make it up to me for losing this piece."

"Good answer, very good answer. She has me, anyway." Lucifer said.

"And you're enough?" The man would have said more, but suddenly Lucifer placed the piece and before Jane could call out, the man was on the ground.

"Be careful what you say." There was a sense of danger in Lucifer's voice.

The man's body guards should have run at that moment but instead decided to take on both Lucifer and Jane.

Jane had been itching for combat for a while and had to admit the turn of events was welcome. She pulled the small dagger from her hair and fought one of the body guards. She had him knocked out and on the ground sooner than Lucifer. "Keep up, old man." She teased.

The body fell and Lucifer looked at her, his eyes were almost black. It did take him a moment to calm down. "We should get out of here."

"Right." Jane responded.

They walked to his car and got in, Jane held the piece on her lap.

"I didn't expect those kinds of skills from you, I thought you were all knowledge." He said, trying to defuse the seriousness.

"Don't judge a book by its cover. You had some impressive skills too, never thought the Devil could do all that." Then she remembered his jealousy. "And I thought the Greek gods had human like qualities."

"Really, how many Greek gods do you know personally?" He asked, and he didn't receive a verbal response from her. "You are just one surprise after another, aren't you?"

Jane didn't say anything. What was there for her to say besides to agree with him?

"So we need to get this to the station in the morning. Do you want to hold on to it? Or are both you and the piece coming to the penthouse?"

"You can take just it, your place is safer than my motel room. I want to actually sleep tonight. I'll walk to the station in the morning."

"Fine, suit yourself." And he drove her to the motel.

We just learned SO much about her? Do we like her? Do we trust her?

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