He drove her crazy that night...well, crazier, that she snapped at him and told him words she could never take back, one she also never really meant, one that came out of anger.

"I hate you!"

Lucifer opened his mouth to speak but decided against it and turned on his heels instead, while the Detective slammed the doors as he did. She failed to see the look on his face that silently begged for her to reconsider because if there's one thing he couldn't stand, it would be his detective despising him for the rest of her existence.

Chloe woke up in a cold sweat and checked her watch, 1 AM, still too early but she had this nagging feeling that she needed to see her partner and apologize for how things turned out. It's also good that Trixie's with Dan so she puts on a white shirt, a pair of pants, boots, and jacket, and drove towards Lux.

The bouncers intercepted her at the entrance.

"You have to stand in line, Miss."

"Excuse me?" She raised a brow. They always let her in without question, but maybe Lucifer was mad at her and had them put her on the blacklist?

"Line is right there, Miss."

"LAPD," She flashed her badge, anger rising up once more at this petty retaliation from her partner. "This is a social call for Mister Morningstar."

The bouncer unclasped the chain and let her in.

Chloe scanned the floor for the club owner and when she didn't find him there, she stepped into the elevator up to his penthouse, steeling herself in turn for whatever she may find.

The cabin doors opened to the sight of him playing Fur Elise, a glass of whiskey on top of the piano and surprisingly, no other guests.

"Lucifer," The blonde started, and he stopped playing.

"Well, hello there." He greeted, grabbed the whiskey and gave her a smile.

"Look, I'm sorry, okay?"

"Pardon me, sorry for what Miss…?"

"Ah. So you're angry and now you're pretending you don't know me,"

She huffed and shook her head. How childish.

"I apologize, but I haven't seen you before in my life… Well, here on earth specifically. If you're looking for a good shag, I'm afraid I have to decline. I'm expecting another guest so you can come back tomorrow night if you wish."

"Huh," Chloe was losing patience but perhaps she'll humor him. "I'm Detective Chloe Decker, LAPD."

"Ahh, Detective Decker, what can I do for you?"

"Really, Lucifer?"

The devil furrowed his brows, not understanding why the police officer was upset with him.

"Here's the thing about me, Detective: I don't lie. And I don't appreciate people who accuse people of lying."

Lucifer left the glass on his bar and walked towards the elevator.

"Where are you going?"

"My guest has arrived downstairs. It was a pleasure to meet you, Detective Decker."

He left her at the penthouse, confused. She checked her phone, January. January 2016. Maybe her phone wasn't updated or something. She looked at her watch and it said the same thing.

What the heck is going on?

Chloe rode the elevator and followed him downstairs, found him seated beside Delilah. The time on her watch confirmed that it was way past the singer's would-be murder.

And because there wasn't any case to be solved involving the club owner, she and Lucifer were not supposed to meet. How is it possible though? That she's still aware of the events from her known reality? Was she dreaming? Is this what it's like to not have met Lucifer? Is this a do-over?

Her hands absently twirl on her necklace. It's the same bullet pendant he gave her on her birthday.

"I need to talk to you, Mister Morningstar."

"Very well." The club owner stood up and led her to his favorite spot and had the music quiet down. "What is it, Detective Decker?"

"I'm having a very strange night."

"And what does it have to do with me?"

Chloe sighed. How could she explain this without sounding like a lunatic?

"I, um, you don't really know me?"

"I'd never forget a face, but I think I've seen you before. Just couldn't quite remember where."

Chloe had to roll her eyes. She didn't want to remind him of her movie stint ages ago.

"Hot tub high school,"

"Hot tub... oh yes! I've seen that movie." His smile widened as if taunting her or teasing her perhaps. "You were absolutely stunning there, Detective."

"Right."

"Well, like I told you, this was our first official meeting. Unfortunately, I don't have any desire to interact with the police unless necessary." Lucifer stood up from his seat and continued. "I don't mean to sound rude, but if there isn't anything else, I'm afraid I can't spare you a few more minutes of my time. Feel free to stay if you like, drinks on the house."

The blonde detective could only nod in response. What could she say?

"Have a good night, Detective."

"Yeah," She whispered and turned her back. She sat in her car and waited, maybe the timing of the murder was delayed? And if it was, then maybe she could stop it. Then just let the events unfold.

She sighed and let her back rest on the seat, an impromptu stakeout was not on her list of favorite things to do but, here she was, waiting anxiously. However, she'd fallen asleep the minute her head had hit the headrest.

A light rap on her window woke her up.

"Hello, Detective!" He greeted with a smile and she gave him a scowl. "You're still mad at me?" The devil asked, two cups of coffee in each hand ready to be delivered as a peace offering.

"You," Scowl still plastered on her face "you know me?"

"But of course! How could I forget my partner? Unless you don't consider me yours anymore."

Chloe's puzzled look left her when she realized what was happening.

"I had the weirdest dream last night. We weren't partners. You didn't know who I was and I kept wondering how my life would have turned out if you weren't in it."

"And did you find the answer that you were looking for?"

"I did. If I had to do it all over again, I wouldn't change a thing. Except maybe when I shot you. I'll leave that part out."

"But that was the best part!"

"But seriously, Lucifer. I'm sorry about…"

"Nonsense! I know you didn't mean what you said, Detective. You were upset, and I was, well, pushy, so I deserved your wrath. If anyone should be apologizing, it should be me. I'm sorry. Now, can we get a move on? And here's your coffee."

The detective accepted the beverage without hesitation.

"Though I have one more burning question for you, Detective,"

"What?"

"Are you on a stakeout or something?"

"Uh,"

Chloe just shrugged. She couldn't very well explain how she ended up there anyway.

Come up to meet you
Tell you I'm sorry
You don't know how lovely you are
I had to find you
Tell you I need you
Tell you I set you apart
Tell me your secrets and ask me your questions
Oh let's go back to the start
Running in circles, coming up tails
Heads on a science apart

Nobody said it was easy
It's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be this hard
Take me back to the start

-Coldplay