Authors Note: Okay so this chapter basically takes place right after the previous one. It is kinda short but the next one is longer ;) And things are about to start heating up...

After Maze left to go keep tabs on his mother, Lucifer headed to the kitchen for a drink, and after looking in the fridge he decided he might as well eat something too. Pulling various items he wasn't entirely sure what concoction he was making but as long as it was edible he wasn't too fussed. He could hear the shower running and guessed Chloe had gone for a quick shower while he'd talked with his Demon. With a frown he realised he hadn't heard a peep from the normally bouncy little girl and with a sudden sinking feeling in his gut he rushed to her door and knocked.

"Spawn? Are you decent?" Hearing nothing he pushed the door open and saw an empty room and Lucifer was sure in that moment his heart stuttered to a stop. He leaned heavily against the door frame and then rushed upstairs. Maybe she was just playing in her mothers room. He burst in not caring to check first this time but she wasn't there either. Gripping his hair in distress he ran back down stairs and turned to the back door. Perhaps she'd just went outside, he could be panicking over nothing and yet the horrible feeling settling in his gut was telling him that he was being foolish.

"Beatrice!" he shouted, his sharp eyes searching the area for her.

"Lucifer?"

He spun around to face Chloe who'd obviously just stepped out of the shower and was staring at him with wide eyes.

"What's going on?" she asked shakily.

"I can't find her. Why isn't she in her room?" he demanded, his movements frantic as he brushed passed Chloe to head back inside the house.

"She was in her room." Chloe darted into her daughters room and felt herself go weak at the knees seeing the scribbled note from her daughter to say she'd gone to her friends house. This couldn't be happening. Not again. "She snuck out to go to her friends. She can't have gotten far." Grabbing her jacket she started for the door. "I'm going to go look for her."

Lucifer stepped in front of her, blocking her way out and shook his head. "I'm sorry Chloe, but you can't."

"What?" she cried, and moved to step around him but once again he blocked her path. She could feel herself start to shake she was so angry, and her fear was making her nauseous. "Get out of my way Lucifer. What the hell is wrong with you? She's my daughter!"

"You have to stay here. If my mother has the opportunity to use either of you against me she will and I will not let that happen. I'll go find her and bring her back. You have my word, Chloe."

The Detective looked like she was barely holding herself together and though she knew Lucifer would do everything to bring her daughter back, she couldn't just stand on the side lines.

"No. I'm coming with you, you can't expect me just to sit here while - ." She stopped mid-sentence when her phone started ringing and in two quick strides she was snatching her phone off the table and swiping her finger over the screen to answer.

"Trixie?"

"I'm afraid not Detective. Be a doll and put my son on, would you?" The woman' voice was smooth and friendly, but Chloe heard the dark undertone when she spoke of her son. The device slipped from her fingers when the gravity of the situation slammed into her like a freight train. Lucifer' mother had taken her daughter. The woman who wanted to exterminate human kind, had her little girl. Chloe was sure her heart stopped beating.

Lucifer stepped closer, his gaze narrowing when Chloe' eyes widened and the phone slipped, he used his super quick reflexes to catch it before it connected with the hard floor. He wanted so badly to comfort the Detective but he had to push that to the side for now. With a deep breath he answered.

"Hello mother."

"Samael." She sneered his name like it was toxic on her tongue.

"I don't go by that name any more." He responded, annoyance painting his features. "Lets not drag this out, hmm. I'll give you what you want and you will let the small human go."

"And what is it you think I want, Samael?" Her voice hissed like a snake and Lucifer pushed down the uncomfortable churning in his gut and gave a harsh laugh.

"What you wanted since the day father locked you in that cage." He swallowed nervously. "Me."

Her laughter filled the Devil with dread and he cringed at the sound, it reminded him of nails on a chalk board. "I will send the address. Come alone, or the child dies."

"You have my word." He ended the call and stared at Chloe who was frozen in front of him, her eyes puffy and red from crying and when he stepped toward her she swayed and probably would have hit the deck if not for his quick reaction.

Lucifer led her to the sofa and once she was seated he kneeled down in front of her, his hands on either side of her face. Her gaze was frighteningly blank and he hoped what he was about to do didn't make things worse.

"Chloe." He whispered her name like a prayer.

Her watery eyes eventually focused on his and he couldn't help smiling sadly at her.

"I won't let her harm Beatrice. I give you my word, but you can't come with me." He shushed her when she started to argue. "Please don't make this harder than it already is, Detective."

Chloe must have seen something in his eyes, the very thing he had been trying to keep hidden from her. "No, Lucifer - ."

"It has to be this way. I'm sorry Chloe." He felt her start to struggle against him but his hands kept hold of her head like a vice. She screamed and scratched at his hands, pleading with him not to do this. Lucifer let his eyes slide shut, ignoring the warm tears that rolled down his cheeks as he put her into a dream state. When her breathing relaxed, deep and even he laid her down gently. Trailing his fingers through her still wet hair, he leaned down and placed a chaste kiss on her lips.

"Please forgive me."

He checked to see if his mother had sent the address and seeing that she had he slipped the phone into his pocket, grabbed his new jacket, and Chloe' car keys. With one last glance at the Detective and the home he'd started to feel could have perhaps become his own. Finally having the chance at his own little family and somehow that thought didn't scare him as much as it once had. In fact what scared him more was never getting to see them again. He flashed his devilish eyes up at the heavens, seething inside because once again he was the one losing everything he held dear and no one, not his siblings or his father was going to do anything to stop it.

"Just like old times, eh?" He mumbled and stalked toward the car. The only difference between this time and his fall was that he was making this choice himself.

"Let the games begin." Putting the pedal to the metal the car squealed out of the Decker residence and on to the main road, a trail of dust billowing behind him.