Chloe put her hair up in a neat and brushed ponytail and dressed a little more carefully than the first time she rolled out of bed. She had the requested case files spread out on the table and a mug of coffee gone cold nearby. Her mood improved vastly by the shower and Lucifer, and she attacked the notes with a vengeance.

Lucifer, dressed once again sans jacket and waistcoat, lounged on her couch. The TV on and Chinese takeout lunch containers occupying flat surfaces in the kitchen. From the dining nook, Chloe smiled to herself. He'd volunteered to get lunch delivered to avoid going out. Between that and a few hours marathoning Star Trek, the day made her think of a married couple with some time in.

Trixie sat on the floor, drawing with crayons. She conquered a short-lived but violent, stomach bug and would be bouncing off the walls again soon. Since Lucifer arrived that morning, her daughter hadn't thrown up but wasn't quite up to eating more than plain white rice. She put up a front for Lucifer despite her rough night.

Netflix had been running for hours on her flat screen. In the beginning, Lucifer immediately latched on to Q as a fellow vastly misunderstood antagonist figure and became obsessed with him. "He's no celestial, but instant teleportation and willful manifestations would be nice powers to have. However, is this entire show this painful?"

He warmed up considerably once they skipped forward.

"Don't worry. Before they change Troi's costume again, you'll want to buy a uniform on eBay. 'Course, I like the mostly black ones in Voyager more. at blue."

Lucifer grunted. "How many of these bloody things are there?"

"You don't want to know. Five series, I think?"

He grunted and muttered something about 'humans with far too much time on their hands.'

They'd gotten up to "Measure of a Man," skipping most of the first season and a few of the second of Next Generation, with good reason.

The options if he wanted to stay were to help with paperwork, entertain Trixie and/or Netflix and chill and stay out of her hair while she went through the case notes. Other than his running commentary on the show and complaining about the 4x3 formatting, the plan worked.

"How have you never heard of Earl Grey tea? Aren't you British?"

"Hellish."

Chloe side-eyed him. "So, what, you just picked the accent?"

"Pretty much. The U.K. wasn't exactly around yet when I came to be. I like it. It makes me kind of exotic here in L.A."

She snorted. "Being 'the Devil' wasn't exotic enough for you?"

"I didn't choose that part. I can't exactly walk around speaking Latin and expect to communicate with everyone. And as a rule, I avoid churches."

Chloe rolled her eyes at the ceiling. "Are you sure you didn't grow up in a convent? Or on Mars?"

"Oh! Did you know Mars had been a sort of real deity? A group of lesser angels took up in Rome and played at being gods for a few hundred years. Dad finally got around to dealing with them when too many participated in the fun. It started out with just a few, and then rather got out of hand. Still, don't know if Father let them alone on purpose for a while or only just found later out and scattered them."

Chloe blinked. "...That's not a version I've heard before."

"Personally, I think Dad just doesn't like anyone to have too much fun. The parties were amazing. Lasted weeks sometimes."

"Uh huh. And I'm sure the Devil had nothing to do with getting that started."

He turned back to her, "Oh, I absolutely did. Tempting humans is entertaining, but getting away with tempting a gaggle of prideful angels for a couple of centuries was tremendously fun. They never even knew it was 'the Devil.'"

Chloe stared at him.

Trixie finished her current drawing with a crayon flourish.

She got up and presented Lucifer with her work depicting a red horned devil in a gold Starfleet uniform, complete with a little badge. And cartoon devil tail. She included tails on nearly every drawing in spite of his protests that he didn't have one. She used most of a black crayon to make a space-y frame and filled in a bright red planet surface under him.

Lucifer accepted it with a restrained sigh. "What? Not command red?"

She frowned between him and the sketch. "Nah. Gold looks better on you."

Chloe looked over Lucifer's shoulder. "She's right you know. I could see you in the blue too. If there's not a hole in the wall to cover, there will be soon. We'll find a place for it. Nice job, Monkey."

Trixie hopped up and added the drawing to her 'to hang up' stack on the counter. A growing stack of color coated paper depicting devils and angels, along with more messy versions with her mom, Lucifer, Maze, and Dan. She plopped back down in her spot and carefully picked up a new sheet.

He grumbled about the tail, under his breath. Louder, "Any luck, Detective?"

Chloe scratched her neck. "I'm going cross-eyed. Everything here looks like a crime of passion, not premeditated. I need more eyeballs on this."

"It's the weekend, Detective. Work will be there on Monday."

"A killer could be out there right now though."

"Do we have a suspect yet?"

"No. Ugh. I need to go to the station. You can stay here and watch Trixie or you both can come along."

Lucifer watched a digital Enterprise flash across the screen at a built-in pause for a commercial cut. "Beatrice and I want to see how this one ends."

"Well. I guess I can bounce ideas off Pierce…"

He paused the episode. "Let's go find some eyeballs."

Chloe, Dan, and Ella had the whiteboard out. Lucifer raided the work fridge for stray pudding. Trixie went with him. Pierce had come in to catch up on paperwork. It became almost like a regular work day.

The 'glass work' got locked up in Ella's lab. She had her slices done and results back. The scuff mark sizes matched the size and shape of the head injury.

Ella taped up a blown-up photo of a slide. "So, a few nights ago, Brent had been reported missing. He hadn't been away that long and the circumstances weren't suspicious, so it got filed under 'check back in 24 hours'. Of course, they found him dead the next morning. So, why is he missing?"

She taped a photo of Rachel. "The roommate said that the three of them got into an argument, Brent stalked off and couldn't be reached again after that. We don't know if he just didn't pick up his phone, it's off or there's no signal. Rachel left the house a while after Brent to go look for him, but supposedly stayed in touch with Ken, who remained at the house until later, again, according to the roommate."

Lucifer appeared, he and Trixie each with a pudding.

Dan growled, "Hey."

"We left you some. If you desire, I'll compensate you appropriately."

Dan flushed.

Ella grinned conspiratorially at Dan and Chloe.

"With more pudding. Honestly, what were you thinking of? There's a child present."

Chloe bit her lip. "Anyway, almost all our information right now is being filtered through the roommate, which is a problem. The thing is, all other communication had to be through their website. The three victims kept to themselves, for the most part. The neighbors have no idea there's, uhm, a show filming on their street, and the three of them wanted to keep it that way."

She stopped. "Actually, Monkey, can you go see if Pierce, uhm, needs anything?"

"I don't like him."

Lucifer positively beamed.

Ella took Trixie by the hand. "I'll go walk her around the building? Is that okay sweetie?"

Trixie nodded and skipped toward the door. Ella, without hesitation, broke into a skip after her. "My notes are right over there!"

Chloe brought up the website in question on her work iPad. "So, they haven't updated it yet. It hasn't been long, but I don't think the roommate has posted the last video for sale yet."

Lucifer nodded. "Good old greed, is it? One of the least interesting deadly sins."

Dan did a double take. "They really are deadly?"

"They got coined that way for a reason, but not always. Not a motive for murder in this case, just opportunity to make a few more sales before the site goes down. Shame."

Chloe agreed, "It's not like they can film more live shows without the cast. Claire said she participated in a tryout for the show, right?"

Lucifer leaned in "Oh, yes, are clips available?"

She pulled the tablet away from him. "I mean, what if someone came in for a tryout, didn't make the cut, and wanted convoluted revenge? Multiple murders is a bit much though."

Dan sat in a chair. "Crimes of passion get pretty ugly. We get way too many dead bodies from domestic disputes."

Lucifer gestured vaguely. "I'm sure. You wouldn't believe what percentage of hell's population are spur of the moment murderers."

Dan flinched.

Chloe eyed them, catching Dan's flinch. "Really? What percent would you say?"

Their civilian consultant shrugged. "As opposed to premeditated?" he wiggled his hand. "I'd say close to thirty percent? Sins that present themselves in the heat of the moment are very attractive. And can be very damning."

Chloe raised an eyebrow. "...Anyway. So we finally at least have something to look for. If Claire can get us a list of previous tryouts, we can ask some questions. Assuming Claire is innocent herself."

"Oh, I doubt she's innocent."

"Of murder, Lucifer."

"Oh that. Multiple murders, especially at once, take a special kind of mind. I don't think Claire has it in her."

"She might be able to point us at someone. People can hide pretty major aspects of themselves for a long time without anyone finding out, but maybe she picked something up."

Dan fidgeted. "They were running a sex site, right? The house itself may not even be a real residence."

Chloe nodded. "That's an excellent thought, actually, Maybe there's another off-site place, maybe an apartment where the, uhm, couple, could just have a life? Claire said she was a roommate, but she seemed a little weird about it. Maybe she's hiding something."

Her ex looked thoughtful. "It might have just been something she says. If she was part of the group, she might not have wanted to broadcast that fact. 'Roommate' probably sounds better to strangers than 'second girlfriend'."

Lucifer sighed. "Honestly, people should be upfront. It's much easier that way."

Chloe poked him. "Yes, that would be much easier than maintaining a fictional persona for seven or maybe more years."

Dan blanched. Chloe had to have a talk with him later.

Lucifer frowned. "Why? Did Claire do that? Did you uncover a previous identity?"

She rolled her eyes. "Not yet. Dan, can you take Trixie for the rest of the day? Lucifer and I can go back to the house and talk to Claire again if she's still there."

"Sure, I can take her to the park when they come back."

"Excellent. Let's take my car." Which conveniently would only hold himself and Chloe.

Small incoming footsteps echoed down the hallway followed by girlish squeals. Lucifer stood up to peer in that direction got plowed into by Trixie, then Ella, in a double-hug pileup. "Lucifer! We're back! We had a race!" Trixie clutched Lucifer's legs, Ella around his waist right behind.

The assaulted Devil recoiled like he'd been hit by a steamroller. "Detectives! Don't just stand there, do something! They're going to wrinkle my suit!"

With a huge smile, Chloe stepped up and wrapped her arms around them from the opposite side. Lucifer's hopeful look at her approach turned disgruntled. Dan gamely got up and hugged from around Ella, who smiled like a Cheshire cat and hummed, nuzzling Lucifer's arm.

The Devil was not amused. "Really? How is that helping?"

Pierce pushed open his door, peered out at them, closed it and went back to his desk.

Lucifer managed to pry everyone off him and straightened his suit. "Was that necessary?"

Chloe kissed him on the cheek. "Absolutely." She looked at Ella, "You should know Trixie's been sick. You might want to wash your hands. Or maybe take a shower since it looks like you two also wrestled in the grass outside."

"Maaaaaaaaaaybe."

Lucifer got a look on his face and immediately checked his trousers for grass stains. "We're swinging by Lux first so I can change. I think I also need a flask refill."