I do not know Lucifer.

Jane and Lucifer landed in LAX later in the afternoon. Jane declined a ride to Lux, she wanted to fall into her own bed, or at the bed in the motel room. She needed a new plan of attack when dealing with Lucifer. He was bound to start asking questions, again. And she did not want to fall into that pit.

A few hours later, she did go to Lux, all dressed up to the nines. This was definitely going to work.

She walked up to the bar and ordered her usual poison, she was going to need some liquid courage.

"You look like you need to talk." Said the blonde woman on the stool next to her.

Jane had all the wisdom of the world in her head, she always looked like she was about to launch into a conversation or a lecture. But she had mastered the art of keeping things to herself. The world was safer that way. "I'm good, thanks." She said politely.

"Talking to someone would help. Sorry, I should have introduced myself. Doctor Linda Martin."

That name caught Jane's attention. "Linda? You're Lucifer's therapist?"

"Yes, you know him?"

"Who doesn't?"

"True. And you are?"

"Yvonne Carson." She used another name and stuck out her hand. Linda shook it. "Are you aware that Lucifer is the…" She wasn't sure she wanted to finish that question.

"The Devil? Yes, I know. He showed me his face. How do you know?"

"His face? No, I saw his wings. And I knew a few years back. He's in my area of expertise, other worldly, divine, legendary. That sort of thing."

"So, you're an Indiana Jones wannabe?"

"Something like that." That was the easier way to describe her job. "So, I know he's the Devil and a fallen angel and for that deserves respect and everything, but it just seems that every time he opens his mouth I want to…"

"Jump into bed with him? I know that feeling." Linda chuckled.

Jane paused. That was wrong on so many levels, doctor patient relationship for starters. But that was not where she was going with her statement. "Smack him upside the head. Does he ever think before he speaks? Or think about other people?"

"We have been working on his image and how he makes others feel."

"How is that working out?" She asked. Linda shook her head and downed a shot. "How long have you been working with him?"

"About a year, give or take. You think he would have been more aware in that amount of time…"

"He hasn't changed?"

"Well, it has been baby steps."

"Hate to tell you Linda, but Chloe has had more of an influence on Lucifer than you have." A new person walked up to them.

"Maze, how is bounty hunting going?"

"It's fun." The woman turned her dark eyes to Jane. "Let me guess, Lucifer's newest plaything?"

That did not sit well with Jane at all. She choked on her drink and it took her a moment to recover. 'No, absolutely not. I am no one's plaything." She held a finger up, she had to make her point perfectly clear.

"Then exactly what are you?" Maze asked.

"I'm a world protector with a favor from the Devil to cash in."

"Wait, wait, you're the Julius McDowell chick." Maze said, finally remembering her.

Jane smiled and raised her glass. It was rare someone connected her to a job.

"Julius McDowell? The business owner? He disappeared years ago." Linda said.

"Yeah, the fool got greedy and made a deal with Lucifer. Only he never intended to pay it back. Then this one shows up and bam, problem solved."

"You didn't kill him, did you?" Linda turned back to Jane.

"Of course not. But he won't be causing any more trouble where he is. And that is my cue to leave. Thank you, ladies, for the conversation."

She took the elevator up to the penthouse and Lucifer greeted her warmly. Jane didn't bother to answer him, instead she threw herself at him. And he reacted exactly the way she knew he would. He picked her up and they were in bed a moment later.

Jane deepened the kiss and allowed Lucifer to push her further into the mattress. He responded back with the same intensity.

Something came over her, she wanted more from him. Jane unlaced her fingers from around his neck and traced them down his shoulder blades.

Lucifer froze for a moment then before she could realize what was happening, he had trapped her hands on opposite sides of her head. His head was hovering over hers and their eyes locked.

"Don't." His voice was just above a whisper.

A new emotion washed over Jane: uncertainty. His eyes held so much pain, did he even know it.

Lucifer then untangled their fingers and left bed. Jane sat up and held her head in her hands. Seriously, what had gotten into her? She never realized who badly she wanted those. But how were they supposed to go forward now? Had she lost her good position with him? It had ruined her relationship with Lucifer, that much she knew. Better this way then someone wanting to kill the other one, or broken hearts of unspoken feelings.

She grabbed her clothes and slipped out of the building. She had no idea where Lucifer had gone.

Chloe was getting dinner ready that night when she called to Trixie. "Monkey, did you finish your homework?"

No answer but she did hear the TV. Chloe walked into living area. There was a movie playing. "Oh, this is a great movie, Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade." She leaned forward on the couch and watched.

The movie had just started and suddenly something seemed very familiar besides the fact Chloe had seen this movie a dozen times. Indy, played by River Phoenix, was fighting a bad guy on top of a moving circus train. He then fell through the roof of a train car into a mess of snakes.

Exactly like Ann had said her fear of snakes started.

Was it a coincidence? Or was Ann lying about what she saw during her experiment with drugs?

Ann was such a wild card for this case. A loud knock at the door brought her back to the present. She went to open it.

"Guess who's back in town?" Lucifer asked.

"You, clearly. Lucifer, do you trust Ann?" Chloe asked him.

He had to remind himself that Jane had told Cloe a different name. "I trust her knowledge."

"But do you trust her? You don't think she is keeping us in the dark about something? Or that she isn't plotting something dark?"

"Detective, Ja… Ann isn't evil."

"Right there, you almost called her something else. Lucifer, tell me everything you know about her."

Lucifer signed. "She came to Lux a few years ago, she helped me with an issue I had. I showed my gratitude in more ways than one."

"Seriously did not need to know that."

"Then she showed up here again, needing to do research on a symbol, the same symbol as on the first victim."

"Coincidence? Or random?"

"She couldn't have been the murderer. She was in my penthouse all night."

"You kept her busy?" Chloe felt like she didn't really need to ask.

"She just slept there. She practically was dead on her feet. The woman barely sleeps."

"So you don't think she lied to us about what she saw when she was on drugs?"

"No. why?"

"Because all she did was describe the opening scene to the third Indiana Jones movie." Chloe pointed out.

"Interesting."

"That's what you have to say, interesting? She trusts you, get to the bottom of this before I end up in an integration room with her."

"Right, no one wants that."

Did the relationship just go very south? And she is clearly making up stuff.

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