"Ah, this feels wonderful."

Lucifer grinned, turning his head to look out the window, relaxing in the passenger seat as Chloe drove. And it did, feel wonderful - Being there with Chloe, that is. It was so much better, being beside her. It was as if Michael had never showed up in the first place. It was just him and the Detective, like old times - The way it used to be and the way it should be, and Lucifer loved it. The Devil smiled to himself, eyes slipping shut for a moment as he let out a low, gentle sigh. "Doesn't it feel wonderful, Detective?"

"Doesn't- Doesn't what feel wonderful?" Chloe asked slowly, sounding confused and faintly distracted. Lucifer actually chuckled a little, blinking his eyes open and turning his head to the side to smile at her. Not his usual cocky grin, but a soft, warm, genuine smile.

"Well, us, of course, Detective," he responded, grinning. "Together again, ey? Lucifer Morningstar and Chloe Decker, unstoppable partners fighting crime!"

At this, Chloe actually snickered, glancing over at the Devil and giving a small smile. "Well, then, yes, it does feel wonderful. And I know you're happy about not having to work with your brother, and believe me, I am too. But we do need to focus on this case, before someone else gets hurt, okay?"

"Of course," Lucifer responded cheerfully, turning to look back out the window now. He smiled to himself, watching everything pass by, gaze flickering as he leaned his head back. "Focus on the case… Which, I am working with you, and not my rude, horrible, abusive big brother. And I do much prefer working with you over him, and not just because you're not rude, horrible or abusive, but because you are the exact opposite, I mean, you're absolutely amazing to be ar-" He stopped, mouth opening and closing as he forced himself to stop talking, realizing that what he was saying could quickly lead to one of those moments between him and Chloe, which led to attachment, which would lead to pain when he was ultimately forced back into Heaven, and…

Lucifer's smile fell into a frown, looking down and closing his eyes. The Devil let his breath out slowly, biting down on his tongue and shaking his head. "Hah…"

"... It's okay, you know."

"No, it's not," Lucifer mumbled. "I'm going to have to leave all of this behind - Leave you behind, to go back to…" He huffed out a sigh and shook his head, rubbing a hand over his mouth and clearing his throat. "Ah, anyway. Focus on the case, right…" He took a deep breath and straightened up.

"Funny, avoiding dealing with things by working is usually my thing," Chloe remarked, glancing over at him and tilting her head. "Have I been a bad influence on you?"

"Well, now, it's my job to be the bad influence." Lucifer managed to force a small smile at her, glancing away again. "So, then, Liam's best friend, last one to be seen with him… So are we bringing him in or just stopping to chat?"

"Honestly depends," Chloe admitted. "We might not need to take him in."

"Right…" Lucifer narrowed his eyes, staring out the window. "So, who was first on the scene, exactly?"

"His roommate. But her alibi checks out. She's the one that mentioned Kyle in the first place," Chloe explained, letting out a soft hum as she took a turn and tilted her head toward Lucifer. "You really are focusing on this case."

Lucifer nodded in agreement, clicking his teeth together. "So unless he has an alibi, we bring him in?" He checked, and Chloe nodded. "And where do we find him?"

"According to Liam's roommate, Kyle works morning shift… Here," Chloe stated, suddenly slowing the car down. Lucifer tilted his head and looked up, admiring the coffee shop they'd pulled up to. It was actually kind of fancy looking… For a coffee shop. "C'mon," Chloe hummed, pushing the door open and getting out. Lucifer chuckled, opening his door and getting out with a grin.

"And you're sure he'll be here?"

"Pretty sure, yeah," Chloe replied, brushing past him and heading inside. Lucifer nodded, rubbing his arm and looking down for a second before clearing his throat and following her wordlessly. It was even fancier on the inside. The walls were a nice, pale green-yellow color, and the floor was… What looked like birch wood? The tables were silver, with white tablecloths draped over them. There were only two people behind the counter, a man and a woman, so it was pretty obvious to see which one was probably Kyle.

"This is a cute little place," Lucifer mumbled to himself, looking around. "I'll have to come here for coffee one of these days… Where are you going- Oh, right," he snorted at himself, shaking his head and forcing himself to focus as he followed Chloe to the counter.

"Kyle Robertson?"

The man looked up instantly, eyes widening slightly. He had dark, brown-ish hair and bright, baby blue eyes. Lucifer wouldn't deny it, yeah, he was kind of cute. "That's me!" He replied with a grin, moving forward to talk to them without getting in the girl's way. "Do I know you?" His gaze flickered from Chloe to Lucifer, and he blinked. "Oh, no, wait, I'd remember you…"

"You most certainly would," Lucifer assured him with a grin, and Kyle chuckled, his face turning slightly red as he cleared his throat and looked away.

Chloe gave Lucifer a look before turning back to Kyle, clearing her throat. "I'm Chloe Decker, LAPD, and this is my partner, Lucifer Morningstar," she said simply. Kyle blinked, tilting his head. "Mister Robertson, when's the last time you spoke to Liam Hostwell?"

Kyle's eyes brightened immediately, an innocent grin spreading over his face. "Uh, few days ago! We had plans with Tommy, but he said he had to raincheck 'cause something came up. I haven't heard from him since, and I was actually gonna stop by to see him after my shift." After a moment's pause, his smile faded. "Wait, LAPD…" He trailed off, eyebrows furrowing. "Did Liam get involved with those shady street guys again? I told him not to…"

"Shady street guys?" Lucifer tilted his head, clicking his teeth together before shaking his head. "Hm."

Chloe grimaced, glancing at Lucifer and clearing his throat. "Liam was found dead this morning in his house." At that, Kyle tensed up, his expression changing completely as his gaze locked with Chloe's. A completely disbelieving look crossed his face, opening his mouth to speak but snapping it shut almost immediately, unable to respond to that.

"That's…" Kyle trailed off, blue eyes darting to his hands for a second. "God dammit…"

"Yes, He's good at damning things, isn't He?" Lucifer mumbled dryly, at least having enough sense to keep his voice low so that only he and Chloe could hear. His gaze darted up to the ceiling, then back down, shaking his head wordlessly.

"Where were you yesterday between two and three-thirty PM?"

"Here. Working," the girl working with Kyle cut in before he could answer, turning a cold amber gaze to Chloe, then Lucifer. The Devil blinked, vaguely reminded of Michael. "Which he's supposed to be doing now."

"Hold on, Kila," Kyle sighed, frowning. Chloe raised an eyebrow, clearing her throat and turning Kyle's attention back to her.

"Do you know of anybody who would possibly want to hurt Liam?"

Kyle actually chuckled a little at that, shaking his head and rubbing his eyes. "Dude had all kinds of enemies, man, we all did," he told her, letting out a slow sigh. "But, I mean, I don't keep track, y'know? That's Tommy's job."

"Right," Chloe mumbled, eyes narrowing lightly. "So where can we find Tommy?"

Kyle hesitated, looking away.

"Kyle. We want to solve your friend's murder, and we need the right information to do so." Chloe leaned forward. "Where can we find Tommy?"

Kyle continued to stare down for a moment before giving in, taking a deep breath and turning away to grab something. "He doesn't usually accept meeting requests, much less with cops, but I'll talk to him. I might be able to persuade him to talk."

"Not a big fan of cops, huh?" Lucifer tilted his head, watching him curiously. "Doing something illegal, is he?"

Kyle actually laughed a little bit at that, turning back to him and handing over a piece of paper with something scribbled down - Looked like a phone number. And Chloe took it before Lucifer could, unfortunately. "I guess, if you look too deeply into it," he admitted. "But he's never hurt anybody. But like I said, I'll talk to him. And don't call him too much, it makes him crabby and nobody likes Tommy when he's crabby."

"Right…" Chloe trailed off, clearing her throat and stepping back. "Well, thank you, Mister Robertson."

"Just call me Kyle," Kyle told her, glancing back at Lucifer for a second. "Happy to help. 'Specially if it puts the asshat that killed my best friend behind bars." He cleared his throat and looked away again, blinking. "I gotta get back to work. But I'll call Tommy about talking to you guys, okay?"

"Alright." Chloe tilted her head, and Lucifer hummed slightly as Kyle turned away from them. The Detective hummed before turning away and heading out without a word. After a second glance at the girl, Lucifer turned and followed, shaking his head and falling into step with her. "So, we need to check out this "Tommy" guy."

"Indeed," Lucifer hummed, staring ahead silently for a moment. He pushed the doors open wordlessly, holding them open for Chloe and letting them swing shut behind them as he followed her to the car. "Though, the Kyle kid seems innocent. I know guilty…"

"Yeah, and if he was here working he couldn't possibly have done it anyway," Chloe mumbled, getting in the car and shutting her door, starting the engine. Lucifer hummed, getting in and giving her a disapproving glance.

"Seatbelt, Detective."

"Hypocrite," Chloe retorted, but she did stop to put her seatbelt on. And, after a moment of consideration, Lucifer did the same, offering her an innocent, cocky little smile as Chloe started driving. "Alright, so I guess… We head back to the precinct, check out the number Kyle gave us and see if we can get in touch with Tommy."

"Honestly sounds like we're dealing with some big-shot gang leader," Lucifer remarked, slightly amused now as he shook his head. "Or Mafia." Chloe just snorted, rolling her eyes.

"... You're not wrong."