Lucifer hadn't seen Chloe at all the entire day, and he was starting to worry. He talked to Dan a little bit, and Ella - But neither of them had seen Chloe either. Lucifer was honestly about to head to her house to see if she was there - But before he could even really consider it, his brother was dragging him right back into their little case.

"Zoe Turner's here. In the little… Interrogation room place," Michael told him idly, conveniently cutting off a conversation he was having with his favorite Detective Douche. Lucifer looked down for a second, trying to mask the annoyance before it could clearly show, but Dan must have seen it anyway, because he seemed surprised, amused and concerned all in one when Lucifer finally managed to lift his gaze.

"Right. So then why don't you go interrogate her?"

"Aw, Sammy, I would." Michael offered him a lazy grin, while Lucifer gritted his teeth, freezing and burning on the inside as he fought to control the sizzling rage. He let his gaze flicker from Dan to his brother just in time to see his amber eyes sparking again, and his annoyance fell away for a second at the unspoken warning. "But I think my partner should also be there, don't you?"

Lucifer shifted his weight from one side to the other, adjusting the collar of his suit jacket and looking away, letting his gaze flicker around for a moment. "Mm…" He hummed quietly under his breath instead of responding, before clearing his throat. "Fine."

"Fine," Michael responded coolly, but his voice had raised slightly in pitch, an almost mocking tone in his voice. Lucifer simply shoved past him wordlessly, not even bothering to say goodbye to Dan, and headed for the interrogation room. He didn't even bother to slow down or announce himself calmly, shoving the door open with his shoulder and entering the room without breaking stride for even a second.

The girl looked startled, shrinking back into her chair and hiding behind her curly blonde hair, peering up at Lucifer warily. She looked younger than Liorah, he noted absently, trying to keep his mind off his anger for his brother by distracting himself with comparing the girl to the victim in the pictures. "U- Um."

"Zoe Turner?" Lucifer checked, not really paying too much attention anymore. The girl nodded, and Lucifer cleared his throat, turning to face her completely and forcing himself to relax. "My name is-"

"Lucifer Morningstar. And I'm Michael, Michael Saint. We're the detectives investigating your sister's case."

Lucifer's fingers twitched, threatening to curl into fists. Instead, he shoved both hands in his pockets and forced himself not to glare as he flicked his gaze toward his brother, watching Michael enter the room. The moment he did, the girl seemed to relax - Lucifer almost rolled his eyes, biting his tongue and looking away bitterly. Of course, Michael using his dumbass powers…

"Oh," the girl mumbled, rubbing her eyes and straightening up in her chair. "I- I don't know what happened, she was just- I woke up and I made us breakfast like always but when she didn't come down, I- I went to check on her and- And she was-" She choked off pitifully, a low whine rising in the back of her throat as she choked back a sob.

The look of sympathy on Michael's face was forced, but Lucifer honestly felt bad for the girl. Terrible, honestly. Besides Michael, of course, he cared for his siblings. Like, Amenadiel. Lucifer cared for Amenadiel, he would definitely be upset if he died like that. So gruesome and bloody, too. "Miss Turner, can you think of anybody who would want to harm your sister?"

Zoe blinked, rubbing her hand over her mouth and thinking about that for a moment before responding, clearing her throat and letting out a shaky sigh. "W- Well, she, uh, she mentioned getting into a really intense argument with one of her fans- Or, former fans, I- I guess, but…"

"Any chance you have a name?" Michael pressed, tilting his head to the side. Zoe blinked, shaking her head.

"No, but, um- Her computer, it was on her laptop, one of her sites."

"Alright," Michael mumbled, looking thoughtful. Lucifer continued to stare at Zoe for a moment, frowning a bit to himself now. Her laptop - That had been brought in, too. Though, somehow, the Devil knew this case was far from over. Eventually, Michael spoke up again, the forced, sweet smile back on his face. "Alright, well, if you think of anything else, please…"

Zoe just nodded shakily and looked down, and Michael tilted his head toward Lucifer before turning to leave the room. After a second glance at the girl, Lucifer followed after the older archangel, far too distracted now to worry about keeping his distance.

"Now we just find that laptop," his brother hummed, spinning around to face him; Lucifer, startled, skidded to a sharp stop only inches away from him. And, uncomfortable, he instantly moved to step back. The only problem with that was that Michael obviously didn't want him to, because he grabbed Lucifer's suit jacket with both hands and pulled him forward again. "I can't believe what I'm seeing, Samael. You've gone so soft."

"My name," Lucifer lowered his voice, practically shaking with anger at that point. "Is Lucifer."

Michael chuckled, closing his eyes for a moment before forcing them open again and yanking Lucifer up to his level, lifting him off the ground effortlessly. "When will you learn, that you don't get to choose who you are?"

Lucifer blinked, and in the next instant he was back on his feet, trying to twist out of his brother's grip. "And what, Father does? Father abandoned me, Michael, he doesn't get to choose who I am, not anymore."

"Father abandoned you?" Michael repeated, eyebrows raising in disbelief for a moment. "You're the one who started a rebellion, Sammy. And when Father kicked you out - When he did what he quite obviously had to do to stop you from creating stupid, needless drama, well…" He trailed off, amber eyes flaming up again for a second. "You chose to see that as an act of betrayal, rather than suck it up and take credit for everything you've done."

Lucifer blinked, glancing away for a moment. "I wasn't trying to create drama, I was trying to- To-"

"Get Daddy's attention," Michael interrupted icily, though an amused smirk had found its way to his face, glaring at his brother. "Well, bravo, Samael, you succeeded. You got what you wanted."

Lucifer's eyes widened, gaze flickering up to his brother again. "Wh- This-" He managed to spit the words out, leaning back. "This has never been what I wanted."

"Well, I guess it doesn't matter anymore." Michael shrugged, shoving his hands into his pockets. "For whatever reason, Father wants you back home." Lucifer blinked, staring up at his older brother before looking away again. Home? Well, before, "home" was Hell. But now, honestly, when he thought of home - He thought of Lux, he thought of the police station, he thought of being by Chloe's side, solving cases…

The Devil swallowed, closing his eyes for a moment and trying to force back the raging emotions, gritting his teeth together. "That. Has not. And never will be. My home."

"Well…" Michael sounded farther away now; Lucifer blinked his eyes open, looking up to see he was walking away. "Sorry, bro. But you gotta do what'cha gotta do. Father's orders… And not all of us can be horrible sons."

Lucifer flinched despite himself, though he wasn't sure whether it was out of anger or whether that comment had actually hurt him. He sucked in a sharp breath and glanced around, turning to head toward the evidence room, but he stopped in his tracks when he felt a hand on his shoulder from behind. Expecting Michael again, he braced himself for the worst as he turned around, but he was pleasantly surprised to see Chloe standing there. "Oh, hello Detective."

Chloe just stared at him, then turned her head to glance after Michael; Lucifer's smile melted, realizing she must have heard some of that little argument. "Who- Who was that?" She asked carefully, turning back to him with wide eyes.

Lucifer opened his mouth, then closed it again, sighing and glancing after Michael as well. "My brother. Michael."

"And what's he doing here?"

"Well, it seems he's gotten a job fighting crime as well," Lucifer mumbled, unable to keep the bitterness out of his tone. He looked back down at Chloe, then away again, shaking his head. "We're on a case now, actually, he's forced me to partner with him. Guess nobody else wants to partner with someone who has a stick shoved that far up their-"

"Ah-" Chloe cut him off, giving him a deadpan look, and Lucifer offered an apologetic smile. "What did he mean, back home? Are you leaving?" The Detective pressed, and, once more, Lucifer faltered, his gaze falling to the floor.

"That's the plan," he mumbled, biting down on his tongue and shaking his head with a sigh. He looked back up, frowning as he rushed to explain. "It's not… That I want to-"

"No, I can tell," Chloe interrupted, looking puzzled as she shook her head. Lucifer sighed and leaned back a little, once more glancing up, after Michael. His brother had stopped beside his desk and was once more going through Liorah's file. But his amber eyes continued to flicker toward him and Chloe - Lucifer knew he wasn't really paying attention to anything that file said. "I just… Why would you go if…"

She trailed off, and Lucifer waited a moment to make sure she wasn't going to continue before answering, already knowing what she was going to say. "It seems the choice isn't quite mine to make, Detective."

Chloe blinked, tilting her head to the side. But Lucifer - Lucifer wasn't sure he could handle any more questions, so he excused himself and lightly brushed past her. He didn't even look at Michael this time as he passed, though he could feel his older brother's gaze on him. No. Lucifer was going to ignore him as much as possible. Things were going back to normal today, he refused to be partnered up with Heaven's biggest asshole.

For now, though, he was going to focus on the case. Because the sooner it was over with, the sooner he could go back to being Chloe's partner.