"Why do humans think they can rectify one evil with another?" Lucifer said as he walked towards the woman holding a gun on him. Her name was Lindsay, and as it turned out, she was the mastermind behind her own kidnapping. "I mean, it's clearly the first time this reptile has truly loved a woman and this is his reward?"

Lindsay's brother came at him, but it was almost effortless to push him back. Lucifer had eyes only for the one trying to right a wrong with another wrong. Didn't it mean anything to her that he was trying to change? Weren't mortal's the ones capable of growth and change? They did, after all, change almost constantly, yet here she was doing everything in her power to get pay back for his past indiscretions. How were people supposed to change if no one gave them a chance?

And suddenly Lucifer was angry. Very angry. He decided Lindsay deserved to know where she was going. She deserved to know who she was up against. Lucifer revealed his face to her and at once her hands fell, her gun dropping to the ground.

"I'm sorry," she said, hands in the air. "Please don't hurt me."

"Why does everyone say that before they're punished?" Lucifer asked, though he knew she wouldn't answer.

"Lucifer," the detective's voice came from behind him. "Don't move."

"Detective, you should leave," Lucifer said calmly without turning around.

"Who are you?" the detective asked. There was something different in her tone of voice and Lucifer couldn't help but wonder if she'd caught a glimpse of his true face.

He turned around to face her.

"What are you?" she asked next. He didn't answer, but instead just watched her. There was something so vexing about this woman.

"Did you do this?" the detective continued, taking in the room. All the humans apart from Chloe were all cowering in fear.

"I've been trying to tell you," Lucifer said, exasperated. "I'm the Devil."

"That's… that's not possible," she said. She'd lowered her gun now though it hardly mattered.

"I assure you, Detective, it is," Lucifer said defiantly. "I mean, you've said so yourself there are things you can't explain. You need more proof? You've got the gun. Come on, shoot me."

"I can't shoot you," she replied.

"Sure you can," Lucifer said easily. "Go on, give her a squeeze, we'll be good to go."

"No."

"Just shoot me, Detective! Please because maybe you'll finally realize-"

But his words were interrupted by her gun firing. Lucifer felt a point of pressure on his lower leg. Such a sweet girl, she hadn't even gone for a kill shot.

"There, now do you believe me?" Lucifer asked. "Or was just a leg shot not enough to convince you, hmm? How about the head next time?"

The detective just stared at him, or more accurately, at his leg.

"Maybe I missed," she said, but it was almost a mumble, like she was trying to convince herself.

"Just give it here," Lucifer sighed, reaching forward and grabbing her gun. Pointing it at himself Lucifer fired at his own chest, once again feeling that slight flick of pressure this time right over his heart.

"Is that enough for you, Detective?" he asked. "Or do you need me to show you my Devil face as well? Though I do prefer to reserve that for people I don't like."

Again she just stared at him, almost unblinking.

"You're the Devil," she said, under her breath.

"That is what I've been known as for the last few thousand milenia, yes," he said. "Can I get back to punishing the guilty now?"

Before he could get an answer to his question the SWAT team, Chloe had no doubt called in, arrived to take over. It was too late now for him to deal out punishment, though he supposed getting arrested would probably have a similar effect, even if it was much less fun for him.

It was strange but his thoughts were fixated on Chloe, even though he knew punishing the guilty was supposed to be the task at hand. Did she really believe him now or was she going to try and convince herself he'd been wearing a bulletproof vest or say it was a trick of the light? And if she did believe him, what did that mean?

He looked around for her, but with all the cops now on the scene she wasn't anywhere in sight. Where had she gone? And more importantly, why did he care so much? The Devil didn't care, or at least he wasn't supposed to care.

Lucifer got into his car and started driving. He didn't really have a destination in mind, so he was quite surprised when he found himself parked outside Chloe Decker's house.

Getting out of the car, Lucifer went to knock on the door. Slowly the door opened just a crack, stopped short by the security chain that prevented it from opening further.

"Are you alright, Detective?" Lucifer asked. "You weren't at the crime scene."

"Why did you follow me?" she whispered.

This was so foolish. He could barely hear her through the door let alone see her face when she replied.

"Open the door, Detective," Lucifer asked nicely. "This is hardly any way to hold a conversation."

"What will you do to me if I open it?" she replied.

"Well speak properly, of course," Lucifer said. "Rather than whispering through a door." But he could tell just by the sliver of her face he could see that she was not about to do that.

"It's just a door, Detective," Lucifer sighed. "It isn't strong enough to stop me. I could break it effortlessly. I just want to talk."

"If you really are the Devil," Chloe began quietly. "Then why are you here talking to me?" she almost yelled. Lucifer wasn't focused on what she was saying but rather the fact that she'd stepped back from the door.

Gently so as not to create any ricochet behind the door, Lucifer reached up and broke the chain. He then slowly stepped forward.

"Ah yes, much better," he said, smiling. "Now we can talk properly."

"Leave me alone," Chloe said next, backing away from him while keeping both eyes on his face.

"There's no need for this, Detective," Lucifer said calmly. "We've been working together for weeks already or have you forgotten?" His words seemed to have no effect so Lucifer held up his hands and continued, "I'm not going to hurt you, Detective. I would never hurt you."

"But if you really are the Devil then you're evil," she said, softly under her breath.

Something deep inside Lucifer tied itself into knots at her words. It was a strange feeling and one he'd never felt before. He didn't like it. She hadn't been a believer before so where was she getting this from. Lucifer looked about the room and noticed her computer, the screen still open to her most recent search.

"Ah, been doing some research on me then, have you?" Lucifer smiled. "Let's hear it, what do those religious zealots think I've done this time, hmm?"

"How many people have you killed?" she asked slowly. Lucifer could tell just by looking at her body language that every inch of her wanted to run, and it hurt. He wasn't sure why this one human's opinion of him mattered so much, but somehow it did.

"None," Lucifer replied easily. "Angel's aren't allowed to kill humans. It's one of Dad's rules, and I might add, one that I've never considered breaking."

"But you're the Devil," Chloe said again.

"Yes and the Devil is a fallen Angel, or didn't you do your research thoroughly enough," Lucifer replied, stiffly. He just couldn't help but be sharp with her. The pain she was causing him was altogether too new and too excruciating for him to keep his voice charming.

She was just staring at him now, still posed to run, but at least the look on her face had more curiosity in it than fear now.

"Those scars on your back," Chloe said. It wasn't really a question, but he decided to answer it like one anyway.

"That's where I cut off my wings, yes," Lucifer replied.

"What about Hell?" she asked.

"Well at the moment I've ditched the day job," Lucifer said with a sigh.

"Did you enjoy ruling hell?" Chloe asked. "Even if you don't kill them, doesn't the Devil enjoy torturing people?"

"Of course not," Lucifer replied, volume in his voice now. "It was Dad's way of punishing me for defying him. Not a fun job. Eons of keeping demons in line is no picnic let me tell you. A five year vacation is hardly even a blip in all the years I've put in."

Again she didn't speak. Lucifer wasn't sure what to say. He had the strangest desire to pull her into his arms and tell her everything was going to be alright, but he knew doing so would only scare her.

Moments passed without a word between them and somehow the silence calmed Lucifer. She hadn't actually run away even if she hadn't relaxed out of her flight or fight mode. He tried to be hopeful.

"I've always told you the truth, Detective, and I always will," Lucifer said gently.

"Why me?" Chloe asked with a slight hint of desperation in her voice.

"I- I don't know," Lucifer replied softly. "I- well you're different from any mortal I've ever met."

"Just because your trick doesn't work on me?" the Detective replied. "Just because I don't throw myself at you like every other woman you've ever met?!"

"No, not just that," Lucifer said softly. "You're special."

She didn't seem to have a reply to this. Lucifer himself hadn't been aware of how true it was until he'd said it out loud.

"It matters to me that you see me as I am," Lucifer said softly after a moment. "Not as history and religion paints me."

"Why?" the Detective asked.

"I-" Lucifer began, his new and confusing emotions overwhelming his usual poker face. "I don't have an answer for that one either."

This seemed to soften the Detective's face just a little, and Lucifer sensed it was time to give her some space.

"I hope to see you at work then, Detective," Lucifer added as he slowly backed up out the way he'd come. "I really do enjoy working with you."

Getting back into his car Lucifer drove. He really hadn't a clue where he was going, but it felt good to move.

The emotions currently overwhelming him were something he'd never experienced before. He didn't even have names for all of them but he did recognize dread. What if the Detective didn't show up to work? What if she never wanted to see him again? He found himself wishing that her bullet had penetrated him, saving her mind and heart from an uncomfortable truth.

Still, maybe there was something he could do to fix the situation. He was, after all, the master of favours. Surely, there was one he could call in for such an occasion. Chloe's boss must want something he could provide, and in exchange all he'd want is to officially work with Detective Chloe Decker.

Do you think I got Chloe's reaction right? I've been just so obsessed with Lucifer lately I couldn't stop myself from starting a new story! After binge watching all 5 seasons (5B included) in less than a month I just couldn't help thinking: what would it have been like if Chloe had found out sooner! And somehow I wrote three chapters of this is one evening and here we are.

Please leave a review and let me know what you think. Thanks!

Sneak Peek Chapter 2

"Anyway, on to lighter topics," Lucifer smiled. "I hear the Paddock Lounge is every new Detective's rite of passage."

"We are on duty," she said automatically.

"You are the oldest young person I've ever met," Lucifer replied. "And coming from an immortal that's saying something."

"How old are you exactly?" Chloe found herself asking.

"I've quite lost track actually," Lucifer replied. "Dawn of the universe, I suppose."

"That's insane," Chloe gasped.

"What's insane is your refusal to go and relax while we have a moment," Lucifer replied.

It occurred to Chloe just then that maybe she didn't have a choice. After all, he was freakishly strong and invulnerable. If he really wanted her to go to the bar, couldn't he make her?