Authors Note: And here we are folks, the end of the line ;) I really hope you've all enjoyed this as much as I have writing it. And thank you so much for your kind words, they really mean a lot and help me find inspirations for other stories.

I have another already written and ready to post, it's called Favour For a Friend, and the other I'm just about finished is Pancakes and Zoo Trips (it's a fluffy one lol), A Second Chance still has a bit to go and then there is the other idea's I have about Lucifer's mom returning. She isn't featured in this story, but I do plan to write this in the near? future lol

Thanks again!

Oh and there is an almost moment between the two in this chapter, nothing too graphic but just want to make you aware lol ;)

DB out!

Knock, knock.

Trixie ignored her mother calling out for her to wait as she skipped to the front door and pulled it open. Her childish features brightening more than usual at the sight of her favourite Devil.

"Lucifer!" She grinned and latched on to the taller man with surprising strength.

The Devil cringed at the unwanted affection and patted the child on the head like a dog. "Hello, small human. Why don't you go outside and play? It's a lovely day, you could fetch a ball or something?"

"You're funny." The little girl giggled and ran back to her room to continue tidying her mess, or she wasn't getting any chocolate cake tonight.

"So you've said," he replied, mostly to himself and raised his head to see Chloe standing in the kitchen watching him carefully. Taking a few steps closer he was pleased that she hadn't aimed a gun at him or anything, that was always a good sign.

Chloe stared at him, her eyes widening as she looked up and down his form, seeing no signs of the injuries he'd sustained just the day before. Even the mark on her cheek was more pronounced, her hand raising of it's own accord to rub the tender area.

As if he knew exactly what she was thinking he gave her a small, sad smile and stepped closer to her. He paused when she took an involuntary step back and hurt flashed in his eyes before it was carefully hidden, and Chloe thought for a moment that maybe she'd imagined it. Lucifer held his hands out in an nonthreatening gesture and took another small step closer.

"Chloe..." He paused, and shook himself. What could he possibly say? "I'm sorry. I did try to tell you," he offered weakly.

The Detective swallowed and found herself nodding. Because as much as she hated to admit it, Lucifer had always told her the truth, and she'd been too blind to admit what was right in front of her. He was the Devil. And for some reason that didn't scare her as much as she thought it would. This was the man who'd saved her life the first day they met, the man who made her laugh and despite the fact she wanted to shoot him at least once a day for saying something completely inappropriate, he continuously brought out the best in her. He believed in her when no one, not even Dan had backed her up.

"I can't believe this." She finally managed to mutter and walked past him to take a seat on the sofa.

Lucifer moved to sit on the chair opposite, not wanting to crowd her while she tried to make sense of things. All in all, this was going much smoother than he thought it would. He'd imagined furniture being thrown and demands for him to get out of her home and never return. Pushing down his apprehension he reached over and grasped her hand, pleased that she didn't flinch or try to pull away.

"Chloe," he murmured, her name falling from his lips like a prayer. "I have never lied to you, and I will never lie to you. You have my word. I will tell you anything you wish to know."

There had been a specific question burning in her mind since Maze had turned up and saved them, ordering her to leave so that her partner would begin to heal. Lucifer had also mumbled the same thing when he'd been chained up, a terrified look in his eyes. She made him vulnerable. And seeing him now, sitting in front of her with barely a scratch, she knew they had been telling the truth.

"Why do I make you vulnerable, Lucifer?"

He stared into her light green eyes and saw nothing but genuine curiosity. Of course that would be her first question, the one bloody thing he didn't know. Lucifer squeezed her hand, enjoying the coolness of her skin against his own warmth.

"To be honest Detective, I have no idea. It's been quite the mystery since we first met. I mean, my charms don't affect you. I can bleed in your presence, and you gave the Devil blue balls? I mean, how is that even possible?" He eyed her strangely, trying to tell if there was something she wasn't telling him and seeing if she'd slip up. But she didn't, it seemed like she was as baffled as he was.

"So when Malcolm shot you, you really did die?"

"Yes," he replied honestly.

He froze when she suddenly leaned forward, grasping his face softly in both her hands and placing a gentle kiss on his stubbled cheek. Lucifer couldn't move, too afraid that if he did, he'd break this impromptu moment occurring between them.

Chloe settled back in the chair with a warm smile. "Thank you."

"W-what for?" he practically stammered, completely flustered.

"You came to help me that day, already knowing that if something happened, you could die. You risked your life for me, and for Trixie." She cocked her head to the side, studying the man before her. "That's not what I'd expect from the Devil, but it is what I'd expect from my friend and my partner."

Lucifer rose from his position to sit next to her on the sofa, taking her hand again and leaned in, so close to her that Chloe thought he was going to kiss her. He didn't though, and she wasn't sure whether she was relieved or upset.

His thumb softly stroked her hand. "Does this mean you're not scared of me?"

Chloe didn't think she'd ever seen him look more vulnerable than in this moment. She squeezed his fingers gently and felt her lips quirk in a gentle smile. "I'm not scared of you Lucifer, I never have been."

He breathed a sigh of relief and grinned happily. "Well, that is a relief. How about we have a drink, you know, to celebrate?"

Moving quicker than she could blink he kissed her on the lips and then disappeared into the kitchen. Leaving her with a goofy grin and butterfly's in her stomach. She watched him as he searched her cupboards for glasses, and pulled out the bottle of scotch she kept in case he came over, or turned up unannounced. Not that he'd done that much lately. Now he actually called before visiting. Her breath caught in her throat when he faced her, she didn't think she'd ever seen him so happy, a mega watt grin splitting his face. How on earth could this man-child be the Devil?

Chloe took the glass offered to her. "So what happens next, Lucifer?"

Lucifer sat next to her, crossing his legs and swirling the amber liquid in his glass before taking a drink. He turned to face her, his expression slightly guarded. "What do you mean?"

"I mean." She twisted so she was facing him, her legs folded under her. "Will this change things between us? Are you still going to help on cases? Do you still want to work with m-?"

Lucifer had enough of her babbling questions and decided to let her know that he wasn't going anywhere. In one smooth movement, he set his glass on the table, raised his hand to the back of her head, his fingers tangling with the silky smooth locks and pressed his lips to hers. She froze at first, and he thought he'd made a huge mistake, but she finally leaned into him and he smiled in relief against her lips.

Chloe could now agree with his statement that he was like walking heroin. She was overwhelmed with the scent of him, a mixture of scotch, tobacco, cologne and something distinctly Lucifer. His lips were soft and when he teased her bottom lip with his tongue she thought she'd melt right there. Her fingers gripped the short hairs at the back of his neck, pulling him closer and he moaned in return, desperately trying to get closer to her. Just as she slid her hand inside his shirt a giggle stopped her cold. It was like a bucket of freezing water doused her and she jumped back.

"Finally!" Trixie beamed, skipping in to the living room.

Lucifer could feel the heat rising in his cheeks and turned away quickly, covering his face with his hands. He couldn't let the child see his nastier side, that just wouldn't do, not after he and Chloe were finally in a good place.

He felt soft hands gripping his and prying them away. Lifting his head he met Chloe's worried gaze. "What's wrong?" she asked.

His eyes flickered toward Trixie standing a few feet away, then back to the Detective. "I don't want to scare her," he said quietly.

Chloe frowned. "Huh?"

Lucifer leaned forward and whispered in her ear. "My Devil side. I could feel the heat rising and didn't want to scare her."

The Detective couldn't help it, she burst out laughing. This was too adorable.

His expression darkened, not understanding why she was making fun of him. Lucifer moved to stand when a firm tug on his hand pulled him back down. His eyebrow quirked at her surprising strength and a smirk covered his face.

Chloe held up her finger, stopping what ever dirty response was on his lips. "You weren't going to scare her Lucifer, your cheeks were flushed because you were embarrassed."

He scoffed. "The Devil doesn't get embarrassed, darling."

Chloe pointed to the television in the corner and he followed her instruction, staring at his reflection. She was correct. No red face or charred skin. Hmmm, he thought. How utterly bizarre.

"Well," he said, standing to his full height and clapping his hands together. "As much as I'd love to stay and finish what we started Chloe, I really must be going. Things to take care of, you know how it goes."

"Are you sure? You could stay and have dinner with us," The Detective offered, unable to keep the smile from her lips.

"Yay! Please Lucifer, will you stay?" Trixie fluttered her eyelashes at the Devil and Chloe couldn't stop a snort of laughter. Her daughter was giving the Devil her puppy dog eyes. And Decker was well aware that those should be branded illegal. It was the reason she got so much chocolate cake.

With a sigh of defeat Lucifer nodded and was promptly dragged into the kitchen by the little girl. He glanced back at the Detective with a look that clearly screamed, 'help me!'

Chloe shook her head in wonder. How was this her life? The Devil was in her kitchen being ordered about by her eight year old daughter, telling him what she wanted him to make for dinner. And the funny thing was, Lucifer was nodding along and doing as he was told. Like a good Devil.

Trixie rushed over, grabbing Chloe's hand and tugging her toward the kitchen. "Mom, do we have truffle oil? Lucifer said he might need it."

"Yes, I got it." She was about to point to where it was, but Lucifer found it and placed it on the table with a satisfied grin.

"What do you fancy Detective? Besides me of course."

"I trust you, what ever you make will be delicious."

Lucifer's black eyes met hers and she swallowed audibly.

"You have no idea, Chloe." He licked his lips and turned back to the cooker. He would create a dish so exquisite that she wouldn't dream of turning him away, now or ever.

He was here to stay, for good.

The End.