"Again? She couldn't possibly have-" Chloe closed her eyes in exasperation as Trixie's principal called her for possibly the 3rd time that week. The middle-aged woman at the other end of the line was a pleasant enough presence when your child was being praised for exemplary behavior, but once your daughter starts "acting out" (Linda's words, not hers), she hoped against all hope that the school head would find her way to an early retirement by the next month or so.

"Alright, her dad will be there soon. Thank you." With a hard sigh, the detective ended the call and pocketed the phone in a swift motion.

Her daughter was a nice girl, raised with a sound set of values and discipline. Save for the occasional sugar rush and exploits in the name of chocolate cake, Trixie never got in trouble. But ever since some new kid transferred to her school and started picking on her, a few of Maze's child-friendly self defense techniques (God knew if those even existed) made a surprise appearance and shocked the school administration to their core. She couldn't fault her eccentric roommate, though. Deep down, Chloe was glad that Trixie was learning to stand up for herself. She just hoped that her daughter would do it in a way that didn't have to hurt anybody else.

"Why so glum, detective? Has there been another murder? It's been a while since we've had a good murder." In his usual disregard for personal space, her partner was already hot on her heels as she marched her way to Dan's desk, her jaw set in annoyance. Most of the time, she would have found Lucifer's behavior tolerable, or amusing, even. But at that moment, with his confident strides and trademark grin, she couldn't stand the unnecessary amounts of enthusiasm.

She shook her head and spoke in a tone that any overly-inquisitive five year old would be familiar with. "No, Lucifer. That was Trixie's principal. She wants us to bring Trixie home from their classes' overnight camp."

"Oh." Immediately, his face fell and she could sense his interest slipping by the second. "What has the little beast gotten herself into this time?"

The detective rolled her eyes. If it were anyone else, she would have snapped at their audacity to insult her daughter, but remembering that it was Lucifer ("Oh, don't take it personally. I hate all children in general, not just yours."), she learned to bite her tongue on the whole matter a long time ago. "Nothing you should concern yourself with. I'm just gonna ask Dan to pick her up since I'm still waiting on an update on the Brenner case and I can't leave this early."

Thankfully, the only sound that came out of his mouth after that was a hum of acknowledgement, probably grateful that he didn't have to feign concern for the child anymore. It was probably better that way, too. She didn't think she could handle another one of his condescending rants about the many ways that kids ruin people's lives.

Soon enough, she caught sight of Dan slumped over on his chair, running a hand through his hair in exasperation. Her ex-husband was hardly the most energetic person in their precinct, but even she had to admit that he looked more tired than usual.

"Hey Dan, got a minute?"

It took him a second to answer, torn between continuing his work and answering what was probably another one of Chloe's favors. It didn't seem to be much of a debate, however, when he quickly nodded his head and got up from his desk not a moment later. "Sure. What can I help you with?"

Chloe frowned in concern. "Are you sure you're not busy? You look like you've got something on your mind."

Dan sighed and scratched the back of his neck. "I mean, it's probably not even a big deal, but I just got back from the park on this armed altercation call and I've got this teenage girl in custody. I know there's nothing new about these things, but it's the girl, alright? There's something off about her."

"Letting a child delinquent drive you crazy, Daniel? I suppose that's a new low even for you." Lucifer barely made an effort to hide his amusement as Dan seethed in irritation.

"You don't get it man, okay? It's hard to explain. I still have to question her and get a word from the witnesses before I make sense of everything."

Chloe placed a comforting hand on his shoulder to try to relax him. "Calm down, Dan. Lucifer and I will handle it, alright? In the meantime, would you please bring Trixie home from school? I'd do it myself, but I still have some work to do."

"Principal called again?" He asked with a quirk of his brow, already knowing the answer.

The other detective merely nodded her head in response and Dan let out a breath. "Alright, I'll pick her up." He swiped his car keys from the desk and placed it in his back pocket, seemingly ready to go. Chloe thought that he would make a move to leave, but surprisingly, he remained glued to the floor, a conflicted look on his face as he stared off into space.

"Dan?"

He shook his head. "It's just-" He shot the confused pair a look. "Be careful with the kid, okay? She seems like a nice girl, just really...troubled."

Chloe gave him a sympathetic look. She knew how he felt. He probably thought about their own daughter when he had to bring the girl into custody, knowing full well that good kids could easily fall down a rabbit hole with just a bit of misguidance. "We won't give her a hard time."

Dan still looked unsettled, but the thought seemed to be out of his mind. "Okay." He exhaled sharply. "Okay. Her stuff is on my desk. I haven't gone through them yet, but let me know what you find."

Lucifer knew that Dan wasn't the most interesting mortal his father could have created, but the sad man was reaching record levels in his capacity to suck the life out of someone. This conversation alone felt like an entirely new circle of hell. "Alright already, Detective Douche. Treat the girl like the child she is, yadda yadda. We get it. Now shouldn't you be somewhere else by now?"

The detective shot Lucifer a narrowed look but said nothing more, and short of a few choice words muttered under his breath, he made a relatively uneventful exit. Lucifer sighed in relief once Dan was out of sight.

Chloe shook her head as she began to pull on her latex gloves. "You should really stop giving him a hard time."

Lucifer scoffed in response. "Oh please, he's got thick skin. He'll be fine."

The detective picked up the half-written report on Dan's desk and read through the text. "It says here that the teenage girl was with a man in his 20's at the Ridgeview park. They were apparently in some sort of argument, and one of them had a gun. It's still unclear who it belongs to, but someone saw the firearm and called in the disturbance." Chloe set the paper down and shot her partner a confused look. "I don't know why Dan's so worked up over this. It seems like a pretty straightforward case to me."

"Nonsense, detective." Lucifer held the paper in his hands and set it under his gaze. "There must have been something about the case that made Daniel tick. He may be a simpleton, but he's seen a lot of things. It's not so easy to unsettle that man."

A few seconds of silent reading suddenly made him look up at the detective with a triumphant grin. "Aha! Here it is. In the middle of the fight, the man allegedly caught on fire, but there was nothing at the scene that could have driven him to combustion, and with blue flames, no less. That's when Dan arrived and saw the girl with the aforementioned gun in her hand, watching the poor bloke burn to death."

He pursed his lips and mulled over the thought. "I must admit, that's quite impressive. I've yet to see a mortal burn with hellfire in Los Angeles."

"I'm sorry. Hellfire?"

Lucifer shot his partner an excited smile. "Why, yes. If you would look at this photo here," he flipped to the back of the folder and pointed to a graphic picture of the man loaded inside the ambulance, skin still on fire despite being coated in extinguisher foam. "This fool is clearly being eaten alive by hellfire. Hottest flame in existence, nearly impossible to put out. I should know how it works; it's one of my preferred methods of torture, after all."

Chloe raised her eyebrows in a way that usually responded to her partner's I'm-the-king-of-hell delusions. "Right."

"I'm not going to lie, I'm really excited to meet this young lady, detective. This might just be our most intriguing case yet."

The detective merely rolled her eyes as she began patting down the bags in Dan's desk. "Definitely not a runaway." She opened up the old suitcase and made note of the clothes and personal toiletries, nothing that said she was escaping her family or moving to a place of permanence. Next, she zipped open the small purse and dug out a boarding pass and some travel documents. "I'd say we've got a little tourist in our hands."

As she scanned over the girl's passport for any personal information, her eyes widened marginally and she had to shut the little booklet to a close.

"Well, detective? Don't keep a poor devil waiting." Lucifer chuckled, making a move to grab the passport from her hands but she quickly turned away and held it farther from his reach. "I'd hardly think this behavior appropriate, Detective."

"This might not be such a good idea, Lucifer."

The nightclub owner let out a little huff of annoyance and crossed his arms. "What the heavens are you going on about, woman?"

Chloe dropped down on to Dan's chair and tried to think logically. She soon found out that it simply wasn't possible.

(Sabrina Morningstar. Her name is Morningstar. Lucifer said none of his family carried his name, and yet here was a girl sitting in a room a few feet away from them with the same words defining her identity. If it was merely a coincidence, then it was almost too good to be true.)

"Lucifer, I need you to be honest with me."

"I'm always honest, detective."

She let a beat pass, then two, before she realized that there was no delaying the inevitable. "Does the name Sabrina mean anything to you?"

(Everything. It meant everything.)

With the mention of her name, Lucifer's smile quickly faded and in its place was a solemn look. He had to hold on to the back of the detective's chair as he suddenly found himself winded.

"Lucifer?" Chloe asked, placing a hand on his arm.

He quickly shoved away from her touch and straightened his posture. "I'm fine. I just-" He took a few steps back. This wasn't supposed to happen. She wasn't supposed to be here. "I have to go."

Before the detective could get another word out, her partner was already out the door and driving away from the precinct. With a heavy sigh and about a million unanswered questions swirling in her mind, she got up from the seat and made her way to the interrogation room.

It was about time she met this Ms. Morningstar.