The next morning, I was awakened by my phone. It was Bryan's ringtone. I sighed and picked it up. "Hello." I said sleepily.

"Hello Persi." I heard Bryan's voice on the other side. I sat up on the bed. "Where are you?"

I remembered after the fight with my father, I had called Bryan to tell him I was coming home. Then I made up with my Dad and stayed another night in L.A.

I sighed. "I am still in L.A." The baby began his morning workout. "I made up with my Dad. I should have called you but I just fell asleep."

"It's alright. I was just concerned. But that's good you made up with your Dad." He sounded awake and in a good mood.

"So, how is undercover going?"

He sighed. "Well. We got the guy."

"Oh that's great."

He laughed. "Yeah it is. Oh baby. I miss you."

"I miss you too Bryan. I will be home soon."

"You promise."

"Yes."

I didn't notice my Dad had been standing in the doorway of the room. I heard him snicker at my conversation. I glared at him and threw a pillow at him which he skillfully dodged. But liquid spilled from his coffee cup. "Hey." He chuckled.

"Who are you talking to?" Bryan asked.

"The Devil." I laughed.

"Oh right. Tell him I said hi." He laughed too, "Look, I have to go. I love you more than the moon."

"I love you more than Jupiter."

I could hear my dad snicker. He was still standing there.

"No I love you more than the universe." Bryan said.

"No I do. Bye Bryan." Then we hung up. I sighed and looked at my dad. He was laughing. "What is so funny?"

"Nothing. You two are so utterly adorable." He took a sip of his drink. "Also Detective Decker called. It seems she would like your assistance on the case we were working on."

"Oh really. Okay. I'll meet you out in the living room."

He nodded and left the room. I got out of bed and put some clothes on. I had on my maternity jeans and a purple t-shirt. I ran a brush through my long black hair and put in a ponytail. I walked into the living room. My father was sitting on the recliner still sipping his coffee. He smiled when I entered the room. "Persephone, we need to get you a stylist."

I scoffed. "No, I don't think so." I shook my head.

He stood up and looked at me. He began heading to the elevator when it dinged.

Detective Decker walked in. She had a determined look on her face. She nodded to me. "Did your dad tell you that we needed a little help?" The way she said dad was odd. She was still having trouble believing that this man who looked forty could be the father of a woman in her thirties, let alone almost a grandfather.

"He mentioned something."

"We have the wife's boyfriend in custody. We are getting close to a confession. But I wonder if maybe you could help."

I shrugged. "How?"

Chloe looked at me. "I don't know just a feeling you can help." She attempted a smile and looked at my dad. "Right, Lucifer."

He nodded as he watched the two of us talk. "So, you didn't come to see me at all, Detective?" His lower lip pushed out in a mock pout.

I really did not want to know what was up between the two of them. Chloe started towards the elevator. "You ready to go?"

"Sure." We started toward the elevator together. I looked back at my father. He had a strange smile on his face. "You coming Dad."

"You two go on ahead. I'll catch up later."

"You sure?" I said as the elevator doors opened up.

"Very." He said as Chloe and I stepped into the elevator.

I waved as the elevator shut again. We rode down to the ground floor in silence. Out the building and to a blue unmarked police car. For a few minutes I rode in the car with Chloe in silence. My phone buzzed. I had a text from my husband. I laughed and responded.

Chloe glanced over at me. "Your husband?"

I nodded. "Yeah." I sighed. I really missed him. Looking out the window the palm trees and desert rolled out as we cruised through Los Angeles. It was a world of difference from New York. It was a lot warmer too.

"You must be enjoying the weather here." Chloe's voice broke the silence.

I shrugged. It was alright. Truthfully I sort of missed the cold. "It's alright. I guess I am so used to New York weather." I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. The baby was moving around also pressing on various organs.

Chloe snickered. Then more awkward silence. She sighed after a while. "I'm still having trouble believing that Lucifer is your father."

"You want a DNA sample?"

"It's this whole Devil persona he puts on. I mean I have seen some things, I can't explain." She spoke with her hands as she drove. "He was shot at during our first case. He was shot six times and survived without a scratch."

I looked at her. As a cop myself I understood the cynic we sometimes had about life. We had to examine everything over and over to get them right. "Do you believe in God?" I asked her.

She was silent for a few minutes. "I don't know. I believe in good and evil. Don't know if I believe in a guy up there watching our every move. Do you?"

Shifting in my seat I sighed. I didn't have a choice. I wasn't religious by any means. But I had met God himself. His blood ran through my veins. "Yes." I said firmly. "Now I know you have trouble believing my father is who he says he is. I didn't know who he was until I was sixteen. But I assure you. My father really is the Devil."

She was silent again. We rode the rest of the way to precinct in silence. I followed her into the squad room. People looked up at me as we passed by. They all glared at Chloe. I heard murmurs. Dan approached us. He had his arms folded and a glare on his face as he looked at me.

"What is she doing here?" He scowled at me.

"I thought she could help." Chloe said.

Dan scoffed. "I doubt it."

I rolled my eyes at him. "Don't be such a Debby Downer, Dan." I tried lightening the mood. That only made the man's scowl deepen. I had sensed the animosity he had with my father. I hated he was transferring it to me. Just then my phone buzzed. I quickly answered my husband's text. I looked up at them. "Sorry."

Dan shook his head and walked away. Other detectives milled around the room. Phones ringing and keyboards clacking. Chloe looked at me. "This was." She lead me to the holding cells. The suspect was escorted to an interrogation room. She let me sit in on it.

For about fifteen minutes she questioned the man. I was looking over the file on the case. George Harris had been found with what was thought to be a self-inflicted gunshot wound. I had helped Chloe figure out that it wasn't suicide. Suspicions fell on George's wife and her boyfriend. His wife had denied anything. Evidence was pointing at the man in front of us. Mitchell Lydon.

I watched his expressions as Chloe questioned him. Something about the way he looked at the table. The way he held his hands tight to his body. His brown eyes would only half look at us. Chloe paused for a moment.

I looked at the man. I was getting a feeling. A gut feeling. "You didn't do it." I said softly. Chloe looked at me but didn't say anything. "Do you know who did?"

Mitchell looked at me. His brown eyes bore into my own. I didn't dare use my powers of manipulation. I just used my heightened sense of truth. I could tell when a person was lying. He was not. He looked at Chloe and back at me. "No Ma'am." He said softly while staring at his hands.

Chloe's mouth dropped open. "All the evidence points to him. The fingerprints on the gun. The shoe prints."

I held up my hand to shush her. I heard the detective scoff. "Are you sure? Was is Heidi? Did Heidi trick you into doing this?"

He looked up at us. He swallowed hard. But didn't say anything. I looked him square in the eyes. He still didn't say anything. "Come on Mitchell. You don't want to go down for this. Was it Heidi?"

With a shaky voice he tried speaking. But he hesitated. He looked at Chloe. She was scowling but not saying a word. I knew I was getting to him. "She tricked you didn't she, Mitchell. I know she did. You didn't want to do this. Did you Mitchell?"

He hummed. He rocked back and forth in his seat. "Stop it. Stop it." He cried. I leaned back in the seat. Sighing. Then he stood up and paced the room. "The voices. They told me to do it. They told me to do it." He became more erratic. Chloe and I were on our feet. He took a step towards us. "Tell them to stop. Make them stop!" He cried out.

I put my hands up. With my ability I tried calming him. "Calm down Mitchell. Calm down." I tried using my most soothing voice.

He lunged at me. And with incredible speed I grabbed his hand and flipped him over my shoulder. He landed with a thud on his back. Chloe stood there with a look of shocked astonishment on her face. Most women would not have been able to do that. Let alone one that was six months pregnant. But I barely felt the weight of man.

"How did you do that?" She said to me. Officers rushed into the room and picked the man off the floor.

I sighed. "He didn't do it." I walked out of the room. Chloe was close on my heels.

"Whoa wait."

I walked back to the squad room. Chloe was behind me. "Wait. Persi."

Dan was standing in the middle of the room. He glared at us. "What the hell?" He scowled.

I stopped. "I was defending myself." My eyes dropped to the floor. I spied a water cooler. I headed to it to get some water. I was drinking my second cup as Chloe and Dan were arguing to themselves.

Then I heard a familiar voice. An accent sounding very English. "So, what did I miss?"

"Now, you show up Lucifer." Chloe's frustrated voice cut across the squad room. I walked back to the group. I downed the last of the water.

"I had something to take care of. Now, come what did I miss?"

"Oh nothing I just judo flipped a suspect."

Even my father looked shocked at that. He looked at Chloe. "Detective Decker. Allowing my pregnant daughter to be threatened by a suspect. I would have thought higher of you."

She glared at him. "Dad. I'm threatened by suspects all of the time. It's part of the job. I didn't have to go in there." I tried my best to defend Chloe.

She smiled slightly. "Yeah. She was a great help actually."

"I was?"

She nodded. "Yeah."

I turned to my father. "See?" My stomach rumbled. I was starving. "Now, can we go get some lunch?"

Chloe nodded. "I think we have all we need from you. Thank you."

I started to walk out of the Precinct. "Come on Dad."

"Well, I guess I will see you next time, Detective." He scowled at Dan. "Douche." Then he followed me out of the building.

"So, what was it you needed to do that was so important?" I said as we got into my dad's car.

He shrugged. "Just business." As he started the car. "You like tacos?"

"Sure."

We headed out of the lot.