Authors Note: Thanks samhaincat, I thought it might have been Charlotte but I wasn't sure if I'd made that up in my head haha I'm going to leave it as Layla in this and for any future projects I will use the correct name ;)

Hope you enjoy, one more chapter to go! :)

Maze stepped off the private elevator and into Lucifer's apartment many hours later, immediately heading toward the bar to pour herself a drink. She swirled the amber liquid a couple of times before knocking it back in one go. Licking her lips she turned to see Amenadiel watching her, his dark gaze following her movements. He seemed to be taking his position as sentry outside his brother's room very seriously.

"How is he?" she asked, walking past the Angel and entering the darkened room. She paused at the foot of the bed, staring down at Lucifer who was laid out on top of the blankets, wearing nothing but his boxers, his ruined trousers thrown to the side. She was pleased to see that most of his injuries had already healed, the stab wound still had a little redness around it, but was remarkably better than it had been hours before. Maze moved silently to his side, climbing on to the bed and with a gentleness Amenadiel didn't think she was capable of she trailed her fingers through Lucifer' hair, her lips quirking at the sigh that escaped her master' lips.

"Did you find the one responsible?" The Angel queried.

Maze smirked wickedly, biting down on her lip as she thought about what she'd done. "Oh yes, I did." Lucifer would have been proud of the punishment she'd inflicted on that witch for her part in all this.

Amenadiel nodded his acceptance. He moved closer to the pair and decided to broach another subject with the demon bartender. "Where have you been?"

"Around," Maze replied cryptically.

"We were worried."

She finally lifted her head to gaze at the Angel, her eyebrow arched in amusement. "Really?"

He nodded. "Yes. "

Amenadiel didn't tell her that Lucifer suspected Maze of having something to do with his mothers escape from Hell. It was strange timing, he'd admit that, but releasing their mother from her confines in Hell was a bit of a stretch. And why would Maze have rescued Lucifer from the other Demon's clutches if she was working with their mother? Amenadiel was sure if anyone wanted his brother to suffer it was Her.

Maze ignored the Angel and continued stroking Lucifer's face, trailing her fingers over the almost completely healed cuts and fading bruises. She felt guilt bubbling up inside her, it was an emotion she was really starting to hate. Before they'd come to Earth she'd never worried about guilt or feeling vulnerable, those words weren't even in her vocabulary. Now as she stared down at her creator, she realised now more than ever he needed his demon by his side, whether he knew it or not. He'd almost died. If it wasn't for Layla's help, Maze might not have found him in time. Lucifer mumbled something under his breath and leaned into her touch, and Mazikeen knew that this time she couldn't keep this news secret, she'd have to tell him she had been working with his mother to find him. She couldn't stand the though of him turning his back on her a second time for betraying him and while he might not take this information well, at least she was being open and honest with him. Those were qualities he admired.

"Mazikeen?" Lucifer blinked sleepily a couple of times and frowned. "You're back?"

The Demon nodded, removing her hand and was surprised when he latched on to her wrist, not too tightly but enough for her to know he didn't want her to stop.

"Lucifer." She greeted, her lips curling into a smile.

"I've missed you," he said, his eyes shining with sincerity.

Amenadiel cleared his throat, looking slightly uncomfortable. "Should I come back?"

Lucifer mustered up the energy and glared at him. "Piss off, you feathered arsehole. I know you carried me like a baby; again. What did I say last time that happened?"

The Angel tried to hide his smirk, glad his brother was back to his normal self and ignored his insults. "I believe you said never to mention it?"

The Devil grumbled under his breath about bloody Angel's and elephants similarities and turned back to Maze. His eyebrow quirked curiously, finally recalling those burning questions on the tip of his tongue before he tumbled into blissful oblivion.

"How did you find me?" he asked, using this time to sit up in bed. He still felt tired, but apart from a slight twinge in his shoulders, caused by being suspended with those chains for so long, Lucifer felt pretty damn good. His chest no longer hurt when he breathed and looking down at his abdomen all that was left from the stab wound was a thin scar, and a little redness. He had no doubt that it would disappear by the next morning. Ah, the benefits of being the Devil.

"I had help."

Lucifer tilted his head to stare at her, his piercing gaze locking her in place and she didn't dare move a muscle.

"Yes?"

"Your mother helped me." She blurted out.

Amenadiel let out a gasp of shock from behind her. Her eyes never left Lucifer' as she awaited his punishment. After a moment of silence, he burst out laughing and Maze flinched, bewildered by his reaction.

"Why the bloody hell would she do that, Maze?" he finally responded, his dark eyes crinkled in honest puzzlement.

"She doesn't want to hurt you, she wants a second chance." She looked between her creator and Amenadiel. "She missed you both and wants to make amends. I wouldn't have found you in time if not for her, Lucifer."

Chuckling to himself, Lucifer finally slid out of bed, grabbing his robe and pulling it on. He made his way slowly past his brother, choosing to ignore his sibling' worried gaze, and instead focused on putting one foot in front of the other. His limbs still feeling weak and shaky and he almost stumbled a couple of times in his mission towards his private bar. He sighed when he finally reached it, leaning heavily against the counter top, but grateful as it aided his progress behind the bar. Then with only a minor tremor from his hand he proceeded to pour himself a drink, feeling pleased with himself for making it this far. After wetting his lips he turned to both his guests, his dark eyes narrowed at Mazikeen.

"Did you help her escape from hell?" He waited for her answer with bated breath. He would know if she lied to him.

"No, I didn't." She stood proud, her arms folded in front of her. "Azazel helped her escape and they were going to come after you, but she changed her mind, so he decided to come after you on his own. When I realised you were missing, she somehow found me and told me what she knew. She also knows it will take more than just me telling you that she's changed for you to believe her. So she has left the decision up to you."

"What does that mean?" Lucifer drank the rest of his drink in one gulp and slammed the glass on the bar. He pulled himself up to his full height, glaring down at her.

Maze took a step towards him. "It means, what ever happens next, it's up to you. Can you give her a second chance?"

Lucifer had never felt so conflicted, on one hand he knew his mom had been treated just as he was, tossed out of heaven for voicing her own opinion, but where as he was curious about the humans and could appreciate their creativity and even their naivety, his mother thought they were nothing but disgusting bugs that needed to be squished under her shoe. Could he really let her back into his life when he'd begun to feel things for Chloe and knowing how his mother would take the news. How would it effect his relationship with the Detective? On top of that Chloe now knew who and what he was. Dammit, he forgotten about that. He would have to speak with her.

He raised his head to see both his brother and Maze watching him with concern and realised he hadn't answered the question. Could he give her another chance? He was all about choices and free will.

"Tell her I can't promise anything, though I will think on it." He poured himself a second glass of expensive scotch. "But, do tell her I appreciate her help."

Mazikeen nodded, strangely satisfied with his answer. Knowing her creator for so long she didn't think he'd immediately forgive his mother, yet knowing that he was taking the time to even consider it was a relief. She didn't want to think what Layla would do if she went back and told her he'd said no. The woman might be attempting to make amends, but she was still all powerful and had a nastier side that rivalled that of her eldest son.

"And Maze," Lucifer added. "I commend your honesty, this time. Don't ever lie to me again. Are we clear?"

The Demon nodded dutifully. "Yes."

"Good." The Devil grinned, clapping his hands together. "Now there is something else I need to address. Both of you may leave now, I'm back to my devilishly, handsome self. Off you go." He shooed them with his hands and headed with a slightly steadier stride, toward his room to change.

Both were gone when he exited his room dressed in his usual attire. Not a hair was out of place, he was a picture of perfection and he knew it. He grasped his car keys from the bar and headed to his private elevator. Eager to see the Detective and hoping she'd let him explain everything to her. Lay all his cards on the table, as it were. He tried not to think about what he'd do if she couldn't see past this, if she didn't want to work with him anymore.

With a confident stride that didn't quite match his turbulent thoughts he entered the elevator.

Here goes nothing, he thought and pressed the button.