"When you walk my way, hope it gives you Hell, hope it gives you Hell," Lucifer hummed, sighing as he plucked random little items one by one out of Zoe's nightstand drawer, frowning. A few books, which he flipped through thoroughly to see if she'd possibly written anything down. Nothing. Lucifer also noticed that despite the house looking expensive and literally every other room being filled with a bunch of useless but also expensive looking things, Zoe's room was almost completely empty. She had a dresser for clothes and a bed and a nightstand, and even the room, compared to the rest of the house, looked more like a broom closet than anything. It vaguely reminded Lucifer of Harry Potter's bedroom underneath the stairs…

But he had absolutely nothing that would prove Zoe was guilty for murder, and to be completely honest, he wasn't sure he wanted to. If Liorah really was the abusive bitch Lucifer was certain she was, then she'd probably had this coming for a while. Why should Zoe get punished for finally being brave enough to get revenge?

Lucifer shook his head and rubbed his forehead, sitting back and burying his face into his hands. His head was starting to hurt worse, and his arm wasn't helping matters, and he was starting to get dizzy. He had drank quite a lot the night before, so he wouldn't be surprised if he was hungover now…

Great, he was hungover, and incredibly frustrated because this wasn't helping him solve this case at all. He didn't know why he was so invested in this particular case, anyway, but he was done questioning it. He just wanted to get it done and over with and he wanted to stop hurting so he could actually figure this out. The Devil huffed out a sigh and pushed himself up, flinching slightly and turned to leave the room.

"Wonder what painkillers would do," he mumbled, about to leave, but he paused when he saw something out of the corner of his eye; The faint glint of silver reflecting the light of the room had caught his attention, just barely hidden under the floorboard. He turned without hesitation, walking over and kneeling down. His fingers found the cracks in the floorboard effortlessly, lifting it up easily with one finger and reaching in to grab whatever had been shoved underneath.

He let the floorboard fall back into place and sat back. It was a small, leather pouch, decorated with white and black polka dots. It was half open, so he opened it completely, eyebrows raising slightly in surprise. It seemed to be a manicure set, with a variety of fingernail cleaning utensils inside. But there was one empty slot where there was obviously supposed to be something tucked inside.

"Fingernail clippers…" Lucifer mumbled, biting his lip and starting to stand. Unfortunately, his arm bumped against the wall, causing him to immediately drop the pouch and double over again, cursing under his breath and rubbing his arm. He took a second to recover, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly before kneeling down to pick the pouch up again, only to realize something else had fallen out - A glove, pink and satin-looking, and stained with blood.

"Zoe…" Lucifer groaned, pressing the back of his hand over his mouth and going still for a moment. Eventually, he picked up the glove and tucked it back into the pouch, turning and leaving the room. "Daniel, we need to go."

"You got something?" Dan poked his head out of the room he was in, and paused when he saw what Lucifer was holding. He tilted his head, immediately leaving the room completely to walk over to the Devil, who handed him the pouch wordlessly. After opening and inspecting it carefully, he sighed and nodded. "Dammit… Alright, let's go back and have Ella test for fingerprints," he mumbled.

"Alright," Lucifer sighed, rubbing his forehead again.

"Good work, man," Dan added, turning and heading off. Lucifer followed, shutting the front door behind them and heading for the car. He gave an amused smile despite himself at the praise, shrugging in response and opening the door, picking the laptop up and getting inside. He turned his head slightly as Dan got in, then turned back to look out the window, humming. "Now you can stop being a workaholic and go back to normal."

Lucifer actually snorted at that, unintentionally, and laughed a little as he shook his head, burying his face into his hands. He pressed his fingers into the corners of his eye-sockets, taking a deep breath and holding it and going completely still for a moment before raising his head again. "Daniel, don't you get it? Nothing is going to be back to normal. My brother is going to torment me the whole month, I'm not allowed to be myself around him, and now-" He cut off, and shook his head desperately, burying his face back into his hands. "Now I have to go "home". Because Dad says and- Everyone else be damned, Pops always gets exactly what he wants," he hissed, pressing one hand over his mouth.

Dan didn't say anything, not a single word. And Lucifer only looked up when the car turned on, raising an eyebrow at the satisfied look on the detective's face. "What?"

"What?" Dan echoed, tilting his head toward him and keeping his gaze on the road. "Come on, man, I know what it looks like when someone's repressing crap like that. If you don't let it out on occasion, you're gonna spontaneously combust or something."

Lucifer squinted, staring at him silently for a moment before looking out the window again, shaking his head. "Mm." Was all he replied with, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. He welcomed the darkness easily, letting himself sink into it, letting it tug him under. It made the pain in his head start to ebb away, slowly but surely - And soon enough the rest of his wounds stopped aching so badly. His arm felt somewhat numb - Which was a nice change from the pain, so he wasn't complaining.

He hadn't meant to, and he didn't realize he was drifting off, but he was asleep before they even reached the station.

He was still in the car when he woke up, but he noticed three things; One, the car was no longer moving. Two, Dan was no longer in the driver's seat, the only sound he could hear was his own breathing. And three, he felt worse than he had before he'd fallen asleep. It took him a moment to be able to move, groaning and rolling his head to the side. When he finally managed to force his eyes open, it did absolutely nothing for him. His vision was blurry, as if he was trying to see through water.

It also, for a second, made him panic.

"Oh, son of a bitch," the Devil groaned, closing his eyes again for a second before just blinking rapidly, trying to clear his vision. He felt sick - Nauseated, like he was going to throw up at any second. And dizzy, and his head hurt. Lucifer huffed and opened his eyes again - This time, luckily enough, he could see.

The first thing he did was rush to get out of the car, leaning back against it and shutting the door with a groan, rubbing his eyes and trying to focus. With each breath, he felt sick, for Dad's sake… Lucifer cleared his throat and forced his eyes open once more, looking around.

Oh. Police station. That helped him relax a little bit. He started forward, flinching a little as the sudden movement made the dizziness and nausea worse, and continued on to head inside. He quietly brushed past a few other cops on his way in, rubbing a hand over his mouth and looking around for Dan, or Chloe, or both.

Luckily, he saw Chloe first. Then Dan, then Michael - Then Ella. They were all sitting together at Chloe's desk, each holding a glass in their hand. Michael was staring at his, Chloe was taking slow sips, and Ella and Dan were both just downing theirs. Lucifer blinked, shaking his head and forcing himself to straighten up as he finally managed to start walking again, approaching them with his usual cocky smirk. "Am I late for the party?"

But his voice sounded weak to his own ears, higher pitched than usual and lacking enthusiasm, instead displaying his clear frustration and uneasiness as to how he felt right then.

"Just in time," Ella chirped, offering him a bright smile. Lucifer forced a weak smile back, avoiding Michael's gaze and instead looking toward Chloe, then Dan, pausing.

"Where's Zoe?"

Dan stayed quiet for a moment, downing the rest of what was in his glass before speaking. "Jail," he responded simply. Lucifer frowned, staring at him for a while before looking away again. His expression brightened, however, when Ella handed him a glass of his own. He hummed his approval and reached out to take it.

Dan gave him a disapproving stare, and Chloe let out a low sound of disagreement in the back of her throat, reaching out and taking the glass before Lucifer could. "I don't think you should, Lucifer."

"Wh-" Lucifer stared, surprised and dismayed as Chloe took the glass. "Why not?"

"Because, you look dead on your feet and anyone can tell you've got a hangover from Hell," Chloe scolded, standing up and grabbing his shoulder to tug him toward the chair. And Lucifer was so amused by the irony of that statement that he didn't even flinch from the pain as soon as she made contact.

Though, hearing Michael chuckle from that took all the amusement out of it. He resisted the urge to shoot a glare at his brother, deciding to root his gaze onto the glass of alcohol he'd been denied before turning his most pleading look to Chloe, his lower lip poking out as he widened his eyes. "Please, Detective? I'm oh so thirsty..."

"You can have water." Chloe crossed her arms, staring at him stubbornly. Lucifer huffed and let his head fall back with a muffled groan, rubbing a hand over his face wordlessly.

"Fine…"

"So, case solved," Ella spoke up, sounding amused. "I was gonna suggest we all go to a bar, but apparently Lucifer's not allowed."

"I am the Devil, I am allowed to drink," Lucifer protested, turning his head to squint at her. "Nobody can control that."

"Chloe apparently does," Ella replied, a smile tugging at her lips.

"Oh, please, the Detective does not-" Lucifer cut off as he rolled his head back around to look up at Chloe, who had fixed him with the firmest glare she could muster. Which, honestly, put even Maze's death glare to shame. The Devil opened and closed his mouth, silent for the longest time before exhaling and sinking back into the chair. "She's scary, that's different."

At this, almost everyone started laughing, besides Chloe, who still had her pokerface up and was staring Lucifer right in the eyes.

"Alright, I get it," Lucifer whined, pouting again. "Stop staring at me like that, you're making my head hurt worse…" He smiled slightly when Chloe finally laughed, and turned away from him to get something. Lucifer gazed at her silently for a second before turning his head and finally looking at Michael, who had now reached a hand into the glass and was poking the liquid inside curiously. "It's alcohol, brother, it's not going to bite you."

"It tastes weird," Michael retorted, glancing up and meeting Lucifer's gaze. The Devil blinked, watching his amber eyes seem to flare up, and he quickly remembered his brother's little rules from before.

"Ah…" Lucifer cleared his throat and looked away again, just in time as Chloe held out two pills. Lucifer stared for the longest time before finally reaching out to take them, popping both into his mouth and swallowing effortlessly. He wasn't sure what they would do for his headache - Hello, Devil - But then again, Chloe was there, and she made him vulnerable, so there was a good possibility that they could help.

"C'mon, Mikey, here…"

Lucifer tilted his head and looked over, distracted. Ella had taken Michael's glass from him and had lifted it up to Michael's lips, herself. The archangel looked incredibly taken aback by this, but he obeyed, allowing Ella to pour the alcohol into his mouth. Almost immediately after he swallowed, his poor big brother broke down coughing and gasping. Ella just bit back a snicker and patted Michael's back comfortingly.

"That is disgusting," Michael exclaimed once he finally managed to stop coughing, looking appalled as he stared up at Ella. "How do you drink that?!"

Ella giggled, rolling her eyes. "Oh, don't be so dramatic, Mike," she told him, handing him the glass back. "It's bad the first time, but you get used to the taste. You feeling buzzed yet?" She questioned, smirking.

"I'm feeling like I want to cut my own tongue off," Michael complained, now looking down at the glass with obvious distrust. Lucifer blinked, letting his gaze flicker between them wordlessly for a few moments before looking away, uncertain. After a moment, though, he cleared his throat and looked up at Chloe, waving a hand to catch her attention.

"Are we still having our sleepover?"

Chloe looked down at him, then looked back toward Michael. "Yeah."

"'Kay. I gotta tell… Gotta tell Amenadiel, so he doesn't worry," Lucifer sighed, once more pressing his fingers into the corners of his eye sockets, shaking his head. "I'll call him, or… Yeah."

"Screw it, I'm taking Michael to a bar," Ella decided, standing up and brushing herself off. Lucifer looked over just in time to see her grabbing Michael's wrist, pulling him up with her. "Let's go, angel boy."

"Uh, wait, what?" Michael managed to spit the words out, eyes widening as Ella tugged on his arm, pulling him along easily. "You're taking me to a house of intoxicants?"

"Yes, indeed!"

Lucifer hummed, watching curiously as his brother was dragged off. He wanted to say something - Hell, he wanted to grab Ella and put her as far from Michael as possible. He didn't trust his brother, and he most certainly did not trust him with one of his best friends. The Devil grimaced, narrowing his eyes after them.

His attention was quickly redirected when Chloe tugged on his arm - Luckily, his good arm this time - And he turned his head to look up at her. "Hm?"

"You're riding with me," Chloe started. "Leaving in five minutes, fair warning." With that she turned and walked off. Lucifer tilted his head, watching her go, before suddenly speaking up.

"Uh- Detective, wait," he piped up quickly, and Chloe turned back to him. "Could… Amenadiel come, as well?" He glanced back for a second, after Michael and Ella, before looking back up at Chloe. "I'd rather him not…"

"Right, right, of course," Chloe told him, tilting her head. "Of course, Lucifer. Will he need us to pick him up?"

"Oh, probably," Lucifer chuckled tiredly, relaxing once more against the chair and pulling his phone out, squinting down at it for a moment. "Thank you, Detective."

"Anytime, Lucifer," Chloe responded simply, turning and continuing on his way. Lucifer just sighed and looked up, his gaze fixing on the glass Chloe had left abandoned on the desk. And, after a moment of consideration, he leaned forward and plucked it up, downing it in one gulp.

"Ohhhh," he jumped when Dan spoke, having forgotten he was there. "Chloe's gonna be maaaaaaad."

Lucifer raised his eyebrows, setting the now empty glass down and sliding it toward him. "What she doesn't know won't hurt her, Detective Douche."