Thank you so much for all the nice comments and positive feedback on the previous chapter! I really appreciate it!

This one is a little tag to episode 10 – My version of what happened after Chloe wakes up at Lucifer's. I really wanted to post it before the episode aired, but life kept getting in the way.

Chapter 2: Morals for the Devil

Chloe groaned as the bright sunlight found it's way through the curtains. Hoping to get at least a few more minutes of sleep she turned over and buried her face in the dark sheets. And that's when it hit her, her own sheets were white, which meant this wasn't her bed. Oh no.

The adrenalin that came with the sudden realization momentarily triumphing over the throbbing pain in her head, she sat up within a split second and looked around. "Thank god…" she whispered as she realized that she was alone, and at least mostly dressed.

"Lucifer?" She asked a little hesitantly. "Hello?" No response… She got up and tiptoed out of the bedroom to discover that she was indeed alone in the Loft, no sleeping Lucifer on the couch, no one in the bathroom…

"Maybe, it's for the best…" she said to herself, as she picked up her boots, that had been discarded next to the couch. She quickly zipped them up, fixed her shirt, threw her hair up in a ponytail, and after a quick stop to check her appearance in the mirror by the door, she was in the elevator.

xoxo

"Hey, why are you so chipper?" Maze asked, as Lucifer walked through the door, carrying two drinks in one hand and a bag of pastries in the other, and – what was probably the most unusual thing – humming a cheerful melody.

"Do I need a reason? The sun's shining, the birds are chirping…"

"She left five minutes ago."

"Oh," he stopped in his tracks.

"You look disappointed. I hope it was worth all the effort."

"I wouldn't know," he set the drinks and breakfast down on the bar and Maze immediately grabbed a cup and took a sip.

"What is this?" She grimaced.

"A vanilla chai latte, the detective likes them."

"It's disgusting, and what do you mean you wouldn't know?"

"Thanks to my newfound conscience, nothing happened."

"What? She spends the night and nothing happens? You're going soft…"

"You have no idea," Lucifer had heard enough, took the Americano he had gotten for himself, and headed to the exit. Briefly considering to simply follow Chloe home, he decided that he needed a little more insight, and that's how he found himself knocking on a door on the 7th floor of an apartment building in Beverly Hills.

"Lucifer. How did you get this address?" The blond psychiatrist opened the door, more than a little surprised to find her patient at her door on a saturday morning.

"Good Morning, may I come in?" Not waiting for an answer he just walked in, made his way to the living room and sat down on the couch, as if he'd been there a million times before.

"Please, make yourself at home…" Linda answered, adjusting her bathrobe as she followed him.

"I didn't sleep with Detective Decker!"

"And you came here on a saturday morning to tell me that?"

"No, you don't understand, she came to me and I turned her down!"

"And why did you do that?" The new information had peaked Linda's interest.

"She was drunk, and I know that it would have been wrong to take advantage of the situation, so I put her to bed and slept on the couch myself…" he gave Linda a questioning look, as if he was waiting for validation.

"That was the right thing to do Lucifer."

"That's what I though! But this morning I left to get breakfast – even that horrible latte she likes – and when I came back she was gone. So tell me doctor, what did I do wrong?"

"You didn't do anything wrong. I'm sure Detective Decker was just embarrassed about it. Did you talk to her?"

"No, I told you she was gone. So I came straight here."

"Talk to her, but if she wants space then you need to respect that, too."

"Space…" he huffed. "I gave her plenty of space last night. You're not being any help this morning," he said as he got up again, "I shall just find her, and talk to her. Clear the air as it were."

"That's literally what I…" Linda started but Lucifer cut her off.

"I'll let you know how it goes," and with that he was out the door even quicker than he had come in.

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Figuring that it was still early enough to give his breakfast plan another try he made another stop at the café where he had gotten the first round earlier in the morning, but once he arrived at Chloe's house the detective was nowhere to be found, and just when he wanted to leave again an elderly woman wearing a large straw hat and gardening gloves stopped him.

"Are you looking for anyone, dear?"

"I was trying to surprise your neighbor with breakfast."

"Oh, I'm afraid you just missed them. Detective Decker always takes her daughter to the farmers market on Saturdays. Such a sweet girl, have you met her?"

"Yes, adorable. Do you know when they will be back?"

"They're usually out for a few hours, but they always bring me back something, even though I tell them not to."

"Great…" he sighed. "Can I perhaps interest you in a fresh croissant? It would be a shame to let it go to waste," he offered, holding up the bag.

"Only if you join me."

"Why?" Lucifer was slightly confused about the older woman's intentions.

"I've seen you around a lot lately, so I'd like to get to know you. And I need someone who can help me move my magnolias to the other side of the driveway. They're getting too much sun where they are now."

"I wish someone had warned me about what this whole doing good thing would lead to, I could have saved myself the trouble – and the manual labor."

"You say that now but wait until you tried my strawberry jam. I'm Mrs. Schaefer by the way, but you can call me Marilyn."

Marilyn didn't lie about the jam, the part about the magnolia's had however only been the beginning of a long list of tasks that Lucifer had just happened to be the perfect man for. Granted, it had been easy for him to fix the porch light, but mowing her lawn and helping to trim her roses seemed a little far fetched, even though it did help to get his mind off of Chloe for a a while …at least until her car pulled up in her driveway and an excited Trixie jumped out.

"Lucifer!" The child leaped over to the Devil, and greeted him with the standard hug while her mother was a little more hesitant.

"What are you doing in Mrs Schaefer's garden?" Trixie asked.

"I'm waiting for your mother, and made myself useful in the meantime. Now go on hug someone else…" Lucifer ordered and Trixie happily moved on to greet her neighbor.

"I didn't know you were into gardening," Chloe said.

"It seems that I'm full of surprises these days," Lucifer replied, sounding a little more agitated than he wanted to let on.

"Lucifer has been such a great help," Marylin cut in. "You better, keep him around."

"Marylin, could you maybe help Trixie with the groceries, I need to talk to Lucifer for a moment."

"Oh I know, you two have a lot to talk about dear," she winked at Chloe.

"Great," Chloe couldn't help but blush a little as she handed Marilyn her keys.

"Please don't tell me you told my neighbor, who is also my daughter's favorite babysitter, that I made a complete fool out of myself last night…" she started as soon as Marilyn and Trixie were out of earshot.

"We had to talk about something while you were out avoiding me."

"Avoiding you? You're the one who was gone this morning."

"To get breakfast. For you!"

"Oh..." Chloe looked even more embarrassed now "…that was thoughtful."

"It was! You invite yourself into my home in the middle of the night, throw yourself at me, I do the honorable thing and turn you down, and then you just sneak out. Linda said to give you space, but I need to know what I did wrong."

"You didn't do… wait you talked to Dr. Martin about this, when?"

"This morning, right after I talked to Maze."

"Is there anyone in the greater Los Angeles area, you haven't told?"

"This is new for me, I never did this before. Saying no to something I want…"

"So you want a pat on the back for behaving like a decent person?"

"And bringing you breakfast! Twice!"

"Twice?"

"Yes, and let me just say that you missed out one some exquisite croissants."

"Look Lucifer," she took a deep breath. "I'm sorry. I guess I was a little relieved that I didn't have to deal with you. Because we both know that you will never let me live this down."

"I might," he shrugged.

"Really?" Chloe tilted her head to the side and gave him a skeptical look.

"I will require something in return of course…"

"And here we go…" she rolled her eyes in anticipation of whatever inappropriate thing he was about about to say next, but his answer actually surprised her.

"…how about brunch?"

"Are you serious right now?"

"Yes! Trying to have breakfast with you ended with me operating a lawn mower, so I'd really like to move on to another meal. Of course, if you'd prefer to have dinner I'd be open to that idea too."

"So I have brunch with you, and last night is forgotten?"

"But Detective, of course not! I am far too fond of the memory. But I can promise to keep the commentary at bay."

Chloe considered her options for a moment "Well, you really did surprise me. And you did a great job with the roses…"

"And the lawn, and all the other little things she had me do… Doing good is exhausting."

"Tomorrow, be here at 10.30. Something casual, ok?"

"You got yourself a deal with the devil."

"That's reassuring. Now go, before Marilyn comes back and asks you to clean the gutters."

"As you wish," he said, the signature mischievous smile curving his lips, as he handed Chloe the garden shears and made his way to his car.

That brunch date's gonna be fun… and you'll obviously get to read all about it. Please leave some reviews.

Love,

Laura