Disclaimer: I don't own Lucifer.

Characters: Chloe, Lucifer, Trixie, Dan

Inspiredby: "I think I lost my halo, I don't know where you are, You'll have to come and find me, find me" - 'Polarize' by Twenty One Pilots. Also too much idle thinking while brushing my teeth.

Spoilers: S2E03

A/N:To quote another Twenty One Pilots line: "This is not what I had planned". ('Forest') But at least Dan's finally in one of my shots xD

Quite... Good.

"Trix! Where are you?"
"Beatrice!"

They had been yelling for so long now their throats were sore – but still there was no sign of the missing girl. It was absolutely dark by now, and though they were equipped with bright flash-lights, it felt like it was even darker between the big, dark trees.

Lucifer could hear Chloe breathe raggedly by his side, and he knew she was only barely holding together, knew her well enough to be aware of the fact that she was close to her breaking point.

Detective Douche knew, too, and he did what Lucifer had considered but discarded as too forward.

Dan laid a hand on Chloe's shoulder to stop her and when she did, he pulled her in close. She moved into his embrace so effortlessly it was obvious they had done this a million times before.

Dan pulled back a bit to look into her eyes and said earnestly: "It's going to be fine, Chloe. Trixie's a smart girl."

"I know", Chloe whispered and an anxious, tiny smile – a smile that made Lucifer's heart clench – tugged at the corner of her mouth.

Lucifer cleared his throat: It's not my fault. And I'm not jealous, he reminded himself and tightened his grip on the flash-light. He decided to give them some privacy and get away as far as possible while Chloe allowed herself to be the worried mother instead of the Cop looking for a missing child.

He continued on alone. Every time he called the spawn's name, he stopped, listening intently for anything that might be a clue as to where she had gotten to.

In the morning they had set out from LA: The Detective, Daniel, Trixie, and Lucifer, on their way to the family's camping site where Trixie insisted to celebrate her birthday.

Chloe had allowed her to bring friends – it's hard to guess who was surprised most when Trixie appeared only with Lucifer in tow.

They had spent the whole day together near the lake, fooling around, eating chocolate cake, playing Trix's favourite games, unwrapping birthday presents, eating more chocolate cake and finally, they had lit a fire at the lake's shore to roast sausages and tons of marshmallows.

It had been the perfect day for the spawn (so perfect it had been almost boring), and both the parents and the child behaved marvellously good, Lucifer decided – that is, until Chloe wanted to get ready to drive back and they discovered Trixie had taken the car keys. They had made a row, concluding with Trixie throwing they car keys into the lake and then taking off at top speed.

While Dan retrieved the keys out of the shallow water with ease, Chloe failed in discovering where her daughter had gone to, leading to them both imagining the worst possible things that could've happened to her while Lucifer was getting tired of waiting around and cold and really felt the need for a drink; but no one paid him any attention.

Soon after they had set out to look for Trixie, and, to his own surprise, Lucifer hadn't even complained.

Lucifer was hit by a thought and stopped abruptly: He might actually be a bit worried about what had happened with the offspring. The idea was entirely new to him and, he mused, something for Doctor Linda to deal with. Later.

"Beatrice! Where are you?", he called out, wondering about the slight concern in his voice that was just barely noticeable.

Maybe he shouldn't have told the girl about her parents' divorce before they did, and maybe, just maybe, the girl's birthday hadn't been the best choice. But they had appeared so disgustingly happy together. He knew it all to be merely a façade – It was only fair to warn the child yet even bigger changes were coming.

Considering how it had went, he wasn't entirely sure he had made the right choice.

Maybe he even felt guil –

A faint, far-away sound that might've been a trick of the senses interrupted Lucifer's inner discoveries about his feelings. Even though the sound could have been anything, he decided to give it a shot and ignore the nagging feeling inside him, and when he heard it again, it was obvious that it was, indeed, Trixie calling his name.

A few minutes later he found her, sitting on a tree-trunk with a smudged, tear-streaked face and dishevelled hair. Lucifer felt such a huge wave of relief washing over him he was actually lost for words.

The girl and the Devil stared into each others eyes for a few awkward moments before Trixie broke the silence by saying, matter-of-factly: "I twisted my ankle."

"Of course you did", Lucifer sighed and tried his best to act his usual irritated self, but when the girl shuddered and snivelled, he felt something that came dangerously close to caring. He shrugged out of his jacket, deciding it was ruined after tracking through the forest for what felt like hours anyway, and put it around Trixie's small shoulders. Ha! Such a Detective-Douche-move.

He was quite satisfied he'd come up with this, if only, of course, because he wanted to annoy Daniel.

"Are they very angry?", Trix asked while Lucifer lifted her up, and he felt inclined to answer: "Of course not. Parents never stay angry at their children for long."

He peered up towards the clouds and added silently: Only for millennia.

He returned Trixie to her parents unharmed (a twisted ankle, he was sure, was a mere trifle), and thought the incident over and done with – until Chloe heard what he had told Trixie about the divorce. He had seldom seen his Detective so angry, and strangely enough, she didn't seem to agree on his conviction Trixie had a right to know about it. Apparently it all depended on timing and such nonsense.

Finally, while Dan tended to Trixie's foot, Lucifer admitted he had been in the wrong (a strange notion, perhaps, but somehow it felt like the right thing to say), and felt the pressuring feeling slowly loosing its grip. Especially when Chloe, who believed his apologies to be sincere for a change, hugged him hard, whispering her thanks, before rushing over to her daughter again.

Lucifer tried to light a cigarette, and a gush of wind extinguished his lighter's flame time and time again. While he swore, he realised that being hugged by Decker had felt quite... good.

Luckily his next appointment with the doctor was scheduled in two days time.

They really had to talk about his theories concerning his inability to light cigarettes while being outside. It surely was one of Dad's schemes against him.