"So! You're new here. You must be Michael!"

Michael tilted his head to the side, keeping his gaze fixed on the folder in his hands. And you're Azrael and Sammy's little friend, he thought to himself, lifting his head a little and turning to face the girl who had approached him - Ella Lopez. The archangel sighed, forcing a smile at her and closing the folder. "And you must be Ella," he responded, switching the folder to one hand and holding the other out to her. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Pleasure's all mine," Ella responded sweetly, returning the smile with ease and shaking his hand without hesitation. Michael raised an eyebrow faintly, head tilting to the side for a second. I can see why Samael is fond of her. She's a lot like Azzy. And they were great friends way back when. "I saw you've been hanging out with Lucifer! Do you two know each other?"

Michael offered her a lazy but amused grin. "Oh, we go way back." He paused, amber eyes flashing over to Chloe as she approached the two. He offered the Detective a curious look, but nothing more. This, after all, was the girl little Samael was oh-so fond of, and his apparent weak spot. Which made Michael wonder, would his powers even work on her? But he'd have all the time in… A month to test that, and he wasn't exactly impatient by any means.

"You're brothers," Chloe said bluntly as she stopped beside Ella, her gaze accusing and cold as she sized Michael up.

Michael smiled wryly, ignoring Ella's surprised "oh, wait, what?" and meeting Chloe's gaze effortlessly enough. "Sammy told you that, did he?" He checked. Chloe nodded, narrowing her eyes slightly.

"Sammy?" The Detective demanded, lowering her chin and glancing away for a second, toward a certain set of doors - Michael followed her gaze. That was where Lucifer had just gone off to. "What's with that? Why do you call him that?"

"His middle name is Samael," Michael responded idly, staring at the doors for a moment before looking over at Chloe, amused. The lie came so easily - Lucifer would be pissed… Good. "I've always called him by that."

Chloe glared for a moment, taking a deep breath. ""You shouldn't," she grumbled after a moment, looking annoyed. "He doesn't like it."

"I'm his brother, it's not my job to worry about what he likes," Michael told her, smile melting for a second. He turned serious, glancing past her, before speaking again. "It's my job to show him he can't choose who he wants to be."

"And who are you to decide that?" Chloe asked incredulously, looking incredibly taken aback now. Michael blinked and turned back to her, silent for a second, before chuckling.

"Like you said, Decker." The archangel shut the folder and set it down on his desk, clasping a hand over Chloe's shoulder as he walked past her. "I'm his brother. See you later, Ella," he added, winking at the girl as he passed her and heading to the doors he'd seen his brother go through just moments before. He opened the doors without even touching them, just a brief flick of his wrist making them slowly swing open, and he walked through with ease, glancing around. Sure enough, Lucifer was there, laptop open in front of him and a look of pure concentration on his face as he scrolled through it.

"What's up, Sammy?"

Lucifer flinched - It was still so satisfying to him - And looked up immediately, his expression changing. Michael loved the way he straightened up the second he noticed Michael, instinctively going into "solder mode" as he'd been taught, and the archangel grinned to himself. "Don't."

"Ah, shut up," Michael sighed, walking over and pausing beside him, staring at the laptop. "Did you find anything or not?"

Lucifer stayed silent - And Michael did, too, for a while. When he realized his brother didn't plan on speaking, he glanced around to make sure they were alone, before turning and simply smacking Lucifer on the back of his head. Hard. "Ow!" The Devil protested, flinching away and rubbing the back of his head. "Well, you told me to shut up!"

"I asked you a question," Michael retorted idly, rolling his eyes. "And I don't like being ignored. But I'll repeat myself, for you." He leaned forward. "Did you find anything, Samael?"

Lucifer stared at him for a long moment, his eyes sparkling with anger - But, it dissolved after a moment, a defeated look crossing his brother's face as he looked back at the laptop. "I found the argument Zoe was talking about, between Liorah and one of her fans," he grumbled. "Traced the other user back to an Ashton Reynolds."

"Good Devil," Michael hummed, patting him on the back a little roughly - And making sure to hit the spots where his wings should have been. He heard a strangled gasp from his brother as he did, and bit back a smirk, waiting for him to recover as he dropped his arms to his sides. "We'll track down Ashton for interrogation, then. Hey- I think I'm getting pretty good at this cop stuff. Don't you agree?"

Lucifer didn't agree, but he bit back whatever snide remark he must have had building in his head. He shut the laptop wordlessly and turned, easing his way past his brother - Which, Michael noted, was a change from earlier, when his brother had shoved past him. "I'll go do that, then-"

"No reason to go alone," Michael hummed, stopping his brother in his tracks. "No reason at all, hm? Wait up." He strode forward, brushing his shoulder against Lucifer's as he passed, and he paused for a split second beside him to add, "And I'm driving." Then, smirking, he continued on his way.