The next day, things are actually back to normal for a while. At least, the new normal Lucifer had gotten used to - And only at first. He'd brought Amenadiel back to Lux and Maze had gone back to Chloe's. Lucifer had stayed up the night before cleaning up the mess he'd made, as well as the mess that had been left during his and Michael's previous fight, before, that had ended… Well, bloody. Lucifer wasn't planning on going in to the precinct that day, actually. He was going to stay home working on the penthouse. Amenadiel was on the couch, gaze fixed on the TV (despite it being off), and Lucifer was sweeping up the broken glass, trying to ignore the rage that was still simmering deeply inside.

He hoped for Michael's sake, that his brother took his advice. Because, yes, Lucifer was pissed, and he didn't care how terrifying Michael was anymore, he didn't care how strong. He'd stab him with his own sword, if it came to it, but he was not going to allow Ella to be put in danger because of Michael. Lucifer was also now trying to keep his distance from Chloe and Linda - And Ella, even though he still hadn't heard from the girl… Come to think of it, he never did get to speak with her yesterday.

The Devil huffed, dumping some of the broken glass into the trash before simply flinging both the broom and dustpan across the room, kicking the counter and resisting the urge to outright punch the wall in his rage. Maybe it was a bit hypocritical of him to be so angry with Michael. And maybe it was more to do with the fact that Lucifer didn't trust Michael at all. Not with Ella. Not at all. He was a dick, and he definitely didn't deserve her. Hell, nobody did. Lucifer knew that for a fact, Ella Lopez was too good for anyone, and he had to protect her. Because, again, she was like a sister to him, a little sister, and she deserved someone to protect her from stupid, rude asshats like Michael.

"Luci, you need to calm down…"

"Don't," Lucifer said simply, walking over and picking up the now broken broom, and then just throwing it across the room again. "Oh, bloody Hell!"

"Lucifer. Seriously," Amenadiel insisted, standing up and walking over to his younger brother now. Lucifer just glared, shoving his hands into his pockets and looking up at his oldest brother. "You need to relax. This isn't good for you. If you're that worried about Ella, call her. Or go talk to her. Actually, that's a better idea. Get out of here. Seriously."

Lucifer gave him a look, glancing back at the bar, but looking back at Amenadiel when his brother shook his shoulder firmly to get his attention. "I'm kicking you out of your own penthouse, Lucifer. Get the Hell out before I hit you."

"Fine. But only because I want to check on Miss Lopez and the Detective. Not because you told me to," Lucifer huffed, shrugging his brother's hand off and looking away. After a moment of contemplation, he ended up just spreading his wings out and stepping back, giving a slight nod to his brother before looking up. In just a simply, soft whoosh of his wings, he was outside the precinct. The wings folded back behind him immediately, dusting his shirt off calmly and glancing around to ensure he was alone before simply heading inside, clearing his throat. Michael, surprisingly, wasn't at his desk, and Chloe wasn't at hers, either. He did see Pierce sitting in his office, smiling to himself for once, but decided to check back on that in particular later on.

He headed toward Ella's lab, pushing the door open wordlessly. Well, Michael was in there, and Chloe was in there, and they were looking around, moving items around and seemingly searching for something. Michael looked up, and his expression changed briefly when he saw Lucifer. Which only made the Devil more suspicious, and extremely concerned. He turned to Chloe, who had glanced up, but went right back to searching almost instantly. "Detective, what's going on?"

"Have you heard from Ella recently?" Chloe questioned, finally looking up and staring at him with wide, concerned eyes. "I haven't heard from her since yesterday, and she's just… Gone. It's not like her to just disappear. Michael checked her place already, and she's not there either. And she didn't leave a note…" She exhaled, pushing herself away from one of the desks. "I'm worried."

Lucifer tensed, his heart stuttering and seeming to stop for a second before taking off at full speed. The first thing he did was turn his stare to Michael, cold and accusing, but he faltered when he saw the look of pure anguish and terror in his older brother's amber eyes. It wasn't like Michael to show emotion like that, to actually look as afraid and concerned as he did, and it almost made him feel slightly sympathetic for his brother. But, he decided against dwelling on that too much, pulling his phone out to call Ella wordlessly.

"We already tried…" Chloe sighed, turning away and going back to looking around. "She might've left a note or something, it's just- So cluttered in here…" She trailed off. Michael just shook his head, burying his face into his hands and taking a deep, slightly shaky breath, holding it. Lucifer resisted the urge to throw his phone at the wall when it went to voicemail, grinding his teeth together so hard it was almost painful.

"Dammit," he hissed, turning his gaze to the ceiling for a moment before looking away, taking a breath and trying to control the anger. "Has anyone tried tracking her phone?"

"Not yet, that- That's a good idea, actually." Chloe immediately brushed past him, and Lucifer stepped to the side slightly to let her go. After a long, long moment of silence, he turned slowly to stare at his older brother, who still had his face pressed into his hands, fingers tangled into his blonde hair. Finally, though, Michael jerked back and let his arms fall to his sides, looking up and meeting Lucifer's gaze.

"Go ahead. Say it," he hissed. "Say you were right, now Ella's in danger, and it's probably all my fault, right? Right? Come on, we both know you wanna say it."

"We don't know that for sure," Lucifer mumbled, honestly kind of sympathizing despite himself. He was worried, too - And if this was Chloe? Yeah… Lucifer knew where his brother was coming from. Didn't make him any less pissed, but it did stop him from attacking him again right then and there. "We can deal with this after we know Miss Lopez is safe. And she better be safe." At the last words, his gaze rolled to the ceiling, his expression hardening almost warningly, hands curling into fists at his sides. "You hear me, Dad? She's done nothing but worship your sorry ass, I swear she better be safe," he growled.

Michael stayed silent for a moment, gazing at his brother, but eventually turned away, rubbing a hand over his mouth and squeezing his eyes shut. "Do you think He did this?" He finally managed. "Do you think He…"

"I don't know," Lucifer snapped, turning and leaving the room without another word. He called Ella again, putting the phone to his ear as he walked, but he stopped short when he heard ringing. And not coming from his phone, no, from nearby. He lowered the phone a little and turned, glancing around silently before following the sound. It led him to Pierce's office - And, assuming he'd just gotten a phone call, he turned to leave.

The phone went to voicemail, and the ringing stopped. For a while, it was silent. Then, slowly and somewhat hesitantly, he called again. The moment he did, the ringing started up once more, and Lucifer turned back, pushing the door open and walking into the office. Pierce wasn't inside anymore - Lucifer wasn't sure where he was. But he followed the ringing all the way to Pierce's desk, staring at one of the locked drawers for a moment. And… Caution be damned. He slammed his fist into the drawer, breaking through easily, and narrowed his eyes, yanking it open from the inside. He pulled his hand free and reached in again, taking in a slightly unsteady breath when he pulled out Ella's phone.

His eyes hardened, staring down at it wordlessly before hanging up his own phone and dropping it back into the now-broken drawer, slamming it shut wordlessly and leaving the room. He slammed the door shut behind him, looking around, but Pierce was nowhere to be found this time. Oh, I'll find you, Cain, the Devil vowed silently, eyes sparking red for a moment, but quickly returning to normal when he saw Chloe walking up to him.

"It says she's here. She must have left her phone behind…" Chloe trailed off and shook her head, looking up at Lucifer. She looked just as worried as Michael had - Well, no, Michael had actually seemed petrified. Probably just because of the possibility that God was behind this, though. Chloe was worried, concerned for her friend, just as much as Lucifer was. For a moment, he considered telling her about the phone being in Pierce's office, but decided against it for now. She wouldn't believe he had the ability to do anything like that, anyway, what was the point? I mean, Hell, even he was having second thoughts, considering the possibility that he simply found her phone and put it in his office. "Do you think she's okay?"

"... I don't know, Detective. I hope so," Lucifer admitted, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. "We'll find her, though, I can promise you that." He stood still for a moment, staring past her in silence. He kept his gaze where it was even after Chloe had walked away - Toward Dan, probably to fill him in. Lucifer stayed exactly where he was, mind racing. If Pierce really had done something with Ella… The Devil growled, looking down and curling his hands into fists. He wouldn't put it past him - The man had killed his own brother, for Dad's sake… Taking Ella - Or worse, but Lucifer didn't want to think about that - Wouldn't be too far of a stretch.

But why? Why Ella? Ella had never done anything wrong to anyone, much less Pierce. And, honestly, Lucifer was pretty sure the man actually tolerated Ella. There was no reason for Pierce to hurt her - Or, again, worse - Was there? The Devil frowned a little to himself, clicking his teeth together and squeezing his eyes shut. He could only hope that wherever she was, Ella was safe.

Listen up, you bastard, he started, opening his eyes again and glancing up. Ella is one of the best mortals on this sorry planet, and she doesn't deserve any of this. I know, I know, death doesn't discriminate - I don't care. She'd better be safe, dammit, because if she's not… I'll make sure my plans don't fail this time, yeah? Last time, I wasn't really trying. He gritted his teeth. You wouldn't like to see what I'd manage to do if I truly wanted to. So keep Miss Lopez safe. She doesn't deserve any of this.

He jumped a little when someone nudged his shoulder, glancing over to see Michael beside him. His older brother looked at him helplessly, then glanced up at the ceiling. "S'no use. I tried," he mumbled, then looked away again, amber eyes flickering uncertainly.

Again, a small twinge of sympathy, and Lucifer hated it. The Devil sighed, shaking his head and glancing up at his older brother, then looked away again. "We'll find her. Until then… Come here." He turned away, heading back toward Pierce's office, and stepped inside wordlessly, walking over to the desk. Michael followed, looking confused as Lucifer yanked the broken drawer open and pulled Ella's phone out, holding it up for Michael to see.

His brother's expression changed immediately, recognizing it in just one glance. "That's Ella's…"

"Yeah. I know. I swear, I'm gonna murder him," Lucifer growled, dropping the phone and shoving the drawer shut again, leaning forward and putting his hands on Pierce's desk to keep himself up a little, leaning toward his brother and starting to speak, but he faltered. Because Michael… Michael looked more pissed now than Lucifer had ever seen him. He wasn't even looking at him, eyes on the desk, amber eyes literally flickering with flames as he gritted his teeth together. It was enough to make Lucifer lean back, anger immediately dissolving into slight fear, wariness, caution, his eyes narrowing as he stared at his brother.

He realized it, realized why, when Michael finally looked up, flaming eyes meeting Lucifer's. "Not if I murder him first, Sammy."