"Hello, you have reached Bryan Lockhart. I am unable to answer my phone, so leave a message." I growled in frustration and threw my phone on the bed. I buried my head in my hands. I had been trying to reach my husband for an hour. Tears ran down my cheeks. I had a strange sense of foreboding. Softly I said a prayer to God.

"That never works." My father's voice startled me. I looked up at him. He stood in the doorway of the room. He had a drink in his hand and half smile on his stubble face.

"Sure it does." I sighed. Tears still fell down my cheeks.

"Darling is everything okay?" His voice held genuine concern.

"I keep trying to call Bryan." More tears fell down my cheeks as a flood of worry hit me. "He won't answer the phone. I feel like something is wrong." I sobbed into my hands.

I felt him sit on the edge of the bed. "Didn't you say he was undercover?"

"Yes." I sobbed. I picked up a Kleenex from the end table.

"Well, then he can't answer the phone without compromising himself?"

"You are right." I sniffled and looked at my father. He smiled and took a sip of his drink. He rose from the bed.

"Why don't you come downstairs for a drink?"

"You know I can't drink."

"Fine. A Shirley Temple. But its better then crying in here by yourself."

I sighed and wiped my eyes and blew my nose. I followed my father out of the room and to the elevator. He looked me up and down. "You might want to change your clothes first."

Looking down I was still wearing the same clothes I had on at the crime scene. I sighed and started back to my room. "I'll meet you down there, darling." He called out before getting into the elevator.

Back in the room I heard my phone ringing. It was Bryan's ringtone. I hurried to pick it up. "Bryan?" I said quickly.

"Yeah, it's me Persi."

More tears formed in my eyes as I sat on the bed. "Are you okay, I have been trying to call you."

"I'm okay honey. You knew I was undercover."

"I know. I just needed to hear your voice."

"It's good to hear yours too. Is everything alright?"

Relief spread over me as I listened to his voice. I proceeded to try and change clothes while talking on the phone. "Yeah, everything is fine. The baby is fine. I think he misses you."

Bryan's laugh was like the best music in the world. "I miss you both. I have to get back. I love you Persi."

"I love you too, Bryan." I said as I put on the dress I had worn last night. "Be safe."

"I will." Then the line went silent. I sighed and pushed end on the phone. I looked in the floor length mirror and smoothed the dress. It wasn't the most fashionable ensemble but it would have to do.

The elevator dinged as it reached the club floor. I spotted my father sitting with someone at a table. He was laughing. As I approached I noticed it was Detective Chloe. I smiled at her. "Hello Chloe."

She smiled back and nodded. I sat next to my father. She looked us over. If one looked real hard they could see the family resemblance. Same dark brown, almost black eyes. Black wavy hair. "I still can't believe this is your daughter, Lucifer." She said to him.

He laughed. "There are a lot of things you don't believe about me, Detective." He said detective like it was her name. I shrugged it off. "But she is definatly my daughter. Trust me. I was there when she was made."

"Dad." My voice went up an octave when I said it. He just laughed. I looked at Chloe. "So, what is the deal with you and my dad?"

Her brow furrowed for a moment. She took a sip of her drink. "No deal." She shifted on the seat. "He helped me with a few cases. That is all." She was adamant there was nothing there.

"Oh come now, Detective there is more to it. Isn't there?" He asked her.

I swore I saw a hint of a blush on the poor woman's face. She shook her head. "No, Lucifer."

He sighed. Looking over at me, "Are you thirsty?"

"Yes."

He snapped his fingers towards the bar. Maze showed up with a fruity concoction in a fancy glass. I took a sip. It was a sweet Pina Colada type of drink. But it was good. "Thank you." I said to the demon and she glared at Chloe and walked away.

I felt the baby squirming within. I adjusted myself on the seat. Chloe was observing me. "When are you due?" She said. I sighed. The usual pregnancy questions. But since we were becoming friends I decided to oblige.

"July the fourth" I said happily.

"Oh cool."

"Oh yes, my husband and I are very excited. I'm a little nervous though."

Nervous?" My father said. "Darling you are the daughter of the Devil. You have nothing to be nervous about."

I laughed. Chloe shook her head. "Again with the Devil, stuff Lucifer."

He scoffed and took a swig of his drink.

I observed the way she looked at him. I couldn't tell the nature of their relationship. Definatly not romantic. "DO you have any kids, Chloe?"

She smiled and pulled out her phone. She showed me a picture of beautiful raven haired child. She looked to be about eight. "Beatrice."

"Aw she is a cutie" I said.

I heard my father scoff. "If you ladies, will excuse me." He stood up.

"Where are you going?" I said to him.

"To find more upbeat conversation." He sauntered into the crowd. I just shook my head.

Chloe and I sat there for a few moments in silence. I sipped the sweet sugary drink. Then Chloe's voice broke the silence. "DO you buy into his Devil delusions?"

Shaking my head, I looked at the woman. I suppose in a way she resembled myself. She too was trying to escape the shadow of a famous parent. Doing something meaningful in life. It didn't surprise me that she didn't believe my father when he told her who he was. I myself didn't have a choice. "I wish they were delusions, Chloe."

She narrowed her eyes. "Well, his persona. Whatever you want to call it."

I sighed. It wasn't easy being the Devil's daughter. It's not like I could really advertise the fact. Too many people would think me crazy or insane. I would be locked up in an institution and fed constant medication. Or pursued by the religious nuts. "It's not a persona. It is who he is." I looked out into the crowd of dancing, half-dressed people. I could see my father talking to a young woman. He was nothing but smiles and charm. I shook my head. "I know you may not believe it. But I really have no choice."

I could hear her sigh. "Okay. Well, I have to get going. I need to relieve the babysitter. It was nice meeting you. Tell Lucifer I said bye."

"Goodnight Chloe." I said as she left the club. I sat there watching the crowd for a few moments. I stood up to leave. I spied the bouncer I had encountered the night before. He glared as I walked by him. I just smiled as I headed towards the elevator. I was ready to call it a day.