Lucifer had reluctantly accepted Amenadiel's help, and they spent the next few hours with the Devil on the couch and Amenadiel fussing over him, stitching his wounds up and repeatedly asking if he needed to see a doctor. Lucifer shot down every attempt at his brother trying to take him to the hospital, trying to hide most of the injuries with his clothes as his brother left him alone to take a shower and change. He sucked in a sharp breath and adjusted his shirt, checking himself over in the mirror. It still hurt like all Hell. Lucifer had managed to heal some of the injuries, but most of them were inflicted with a certain blade that left marks he couldn't heal.

The Devil winced, rubbing his arm - Which hurt noticeably more than anything else, thanks to his brother literally snapping it out of place, breaking it in two different spots, and stabbing him with a dagger at least six times to top it off. He'd healed the broken bones, but he couldn't heal the stab wounds, so Amenadiel had wrapped it up. His suit jacket sleeves, luckily, covered the bandages - And every other wound.

Michael had been careful enough to leave his face unharmed, but his neck had a few noticeable bruises and cuts around it. Lucifer sighed and popped the collar of the jacket up - He never wore it like that, but it seemed he didn't have much of a choice right then.

"Luci, maybe you should just take it easy for a while." Amenadiel's voice startled him - Lucifer flinched despite himself, his heart skipping a few beats and a rush of adrenaline coursing through him until he realized it was just his oldest brother. It wasn't really his fault that he was so jumpy right then, but he still mentally kicked himself for it as he turned to his brother.

"Can't," he told his brother simply. "Michael wants me working this case, for whatever reason. So, I'll work the case. I'll just stick close to the Detective and avoid any more alone time with big bro." He grimaced, rubbing his arm again before forcing his hands back to his sides, shoving them into his pockets and glancing up at Amenadiel.

Amenadiel frowned, looking concerned. And incredibly uneasy.

"Amenadiel," Lucifer huffed, shaking his head. "I'm more worried about what Michael will do to me if I don't show up."

That was enough to make Amenadiel relent - Not that he had much of a choice in the matter - And his oldest brother nodded and stepped back, frowning at his younger brother. "Just be careful, Luci."

"I will be careful, Amenadiel," Lucifer assured, forcing his signature grin and walking past him toward the elevator. "I've got work to do, and I'm not going to let Heaven's Biggest Dick scare me away from that." Even though at this point, he's basically forcing me into it.

He stayed silent as he entered the station, freezing for a second when he saw Michael. But his older brother's attention was fixed firmly on whatever he was currently reading in a folder, so Lucifer hesitated before veering around him, keeping a good distance as he passed his older brother and headed for Chloe's desk. Luckily, she was sitting there, going through some papers of her own, but she looked up and smiled when Lucifer approached. "Hey, Lucifer."

"Hello, Detective," Lucifer greeted cheerfully, offering his usually cocky grin. He set two hands down on the desk and leaned over to see what she was reading. "Any news on Alexander?" He prompted, skimming the words on the page.

"Yeah, we tracked him down. Dan's on his way with him now, actually," Chloe replied, tilting her head. She looked Lucifer up and down, her gaze flickering over him silently for the longest time before she spoke up again. "Something's different, what… Wait." She reached out as if to fix the collar of his suit jacket, but he pulled back before she could, tensing up instinctively and trying not to flinch too noticeably.

Chloe pulled back instantly, a look of concern crossing her face as she dropped her hand, pushing her chair back and standing up. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Detective," Lucifer sighed, taking a deep breath and stepping back. He shoved his hands into his pockets, forcing a smile at her once more. It wasn't quite a lie - He was fine, at least now. Chloe stared at him for a moment, then focused on the collar of the suit jacket, eyes narrowing slightly.

"It's buttoned. And…" She trailed off, meeting Lucifer's gaze again. "Are you really okay? Did something happen?"

Lucifer hesitated, then pointedly looked toward Michael, not saying a word. He did a double take, however, when he saw Ella standing over there, leaning against the desk and chattering on with Michael with a grin on her face. Michael wasn't facing her, still flipping through his paperwork, but his lips were twitching slightly, fighting back a smile.

Chloe's hand on his arm snapped him out of his trance, and not just because she was trying to get his attention. It was because it was his hurt arm, and the moment she came into contact with him, the Devil jerked away and doubled over, gripping his arm tightly and letting out a low hiss.

"Oh my God, I'm sorry," Chloe apologized quickly, pulling back and staring with wide eyes. Lucifer shook his head and cleared his throat, straightening up and sucking in a sharp gasp. "You good? Lucifer?"

"All good," Lucifer managed, clearing his throat. "Ah, just - Arm hurts a bit, Detective, no need for concern, now," he added, shoving his hand into his pocket and moving his good arm up, lightly patting Chloe on the shoulder and clearing his throat. The Detective stared at him for a moment before looking over at Michael and Ella - Or, mostly Michael - Then back at Lucifer.

"Did he…"

Lucifer groaned, biting down on his tongue and looking back toward his older brother. He didn't respond, but Chloe must have taken that as confirmation, because she abruptly started past him and headed in Michael's direction. However, before she could get far, he grabbed her gently by the shoulders and pulled her back, easily holding her in place. "Detective-"

"I can arrest him, that's assault-" Chloe seethed, trying to jerk away from him. "You can prove it, right? I'm arresting him."

"Detective," Lucifer hissed again, eyes darting around nervously, then landing on his brother. Michael had looked up, and while Ella remained blissfully distracted and talking his ear off, Michael's amber gaze held Lucifer's with ease.

"Lucifer, seriously, this-"

"Chloe!" Lucifer finally snapped, sucking in a sharp breath. Chloe went still, whether from being snapped at or from Lucifer finally calling her by her actual name - Whatever the reason, she stopped struggling and glanced up at him, looking both concerned and confused. Lucifer held Michael's gaze for a moment before shaking his head and moving around to stand in front of Chloe, still holding onto her shoulders. "Please. Don't."

Chloe stared at him in confusion, glancing past him toward Michael. Eventually, though, she shook her head and turned back to Lucifer, frowning. "Did he hurt you." It wasn't a question, but she was demanding an answer.

"Yes," Lucifer huffed, his grip tightening slightly on her shoulders. Not enough to hurt, but enough to hold her still in case she tried to go toward Michael again. A pair of handcuffs were not going to hold Michael, and even though angels couldn't harm humans - Daddy's orders, and Michael was great at following those - He didn't want Chloe in any potential harm. "Okay? But that's what brothers do, yes? It's fine. I'm alright. I promise."

That helped Chloe relax just a little - Because if there was one thing about Lucifer, promises were the most important thing to him.

"Okay. Alright," Chloe sighed, then glared back at Michael for a second. "But I don't trust him. At all." She shot a sharp glance at Lucifer. "And you're coming home with me tonight. No arguments."

"Ooh. Usually I'm the dominant one, but..." Lucifer smirked a little despite himself - Chloe groaned and shoved his hands off her shoulders, spinning around and heading back to her desk. "Oh, I'm joking, Detective." Lucifer let out a small laugh and glanced back over his shoulder, meeting Michael's gaze once more.

His older brother smirked, and gave him a barely noticeable nod of approval before finally turning to Ella, putting the folder away as he said something to her. Lucifer just sighed and turned away, shaking his head. Bullet dodged. This was fine, yeah? Yeah. This was fine.