Disclaimer: Do I really still have to tell you? I don't own Lucifer.

Characters: Lucifer, Chloe, Trixie

Inspiredby: A hastily scribbled note I rediscovered in my notebook. Must've written it in the middle of the night and then forgot about it.

The culprit responsible

The small hotel was very favourably situated. Only a few metres of very green lawn separated it from the lake's edge, the mountains, already white-capped with snow, were in plain view from here, and it was quiet, oh so quiet. They weren't even that far away from the city, but lots and lots of pine trees separated them from the noise of too many people. Chloe imagined how, when the sun went down in a little while, it would look like the light had been caught in the valley, everything lighting up brighter one more time before the last rays of sunshine were gone.

While Chloe bent down to grab her handbag, which she had placed beside her feet, Lucifer, always the perfect Gentleman, went round the car to open the door for her. She smiled her thanks at him and left the car while he also opened Trixie's door.

"I think I'd like –", Chloe began, but Lucifer interrupted her by lying a finger on his lips.

"Beatrice has fallen asleep", he informed her. Chloe, feeling happiness bubbling up insider her, watched him unbuckle Trixie's seatbelt and then lift her out of the car gently, careful not to wake her up.

"I'm afraid you'll have to look after the bags now", he grinned, and she stuck her tongue out at him like she was a rebellious teenager.

His grin widened and he suggested: "Or we could go inside first, check in and while you two get settled, I'll go get the bags."

"This is more to my liking, Mr. Morningstar", she answered in flirtatious tone and he, mocking her behaviour, actually stuck his tongue out at her, too.

Laughing and rolling her eyes at him, she followed Lucifer to the entrance.

Everything was all right until Chloe opened the door to their room.

Lucifer, following her with Trixie in his arms, stopped dead behind her and both the Detective and her partner stared inside open-mouthed.

"Lucifer", Chloe said, her voice carefully blank of emotion, "tell me this wasn't your doing."

"The things you think me capable –"

"Lucifer."

He sighed and carefully shifted Trixie to get a better grip: "No, this was surely not my idea. I don't do that thing."

Chloe suddenly wasn't sure any more whether she liked him saying that or if she wished his attitude in this instance to be otherwise generally, but today she was just so tired after their hour-long trip, and surely not in the mood for such nonsense.

"Well, you'd better go and tell them to remove this – this –", she gestured toward their bed which was covered in rose petals, with a big sign above the headboard saying: 'Congratulations!' in flowing script with the dot of the I being an oversized red heart, "and I'd really like an explanation why they'd think us to be god-damn newly-weds!"

This was the moment in which Trixie, her eyes still closed, stopped pretending to be asleep and burst out giggling excitedly – after that it was fairly obvious who was the culprit responsible for the staff thinking Lucifer and Chloe had just been wed.