Standard Disclaimer: I own nothing in regards to Harry Potter or Lucifer. All properties therein are those of their creators. I am simply a humble writer working on my skills with worlds and characters that I love.

Note: It's been a very positive response for this work so far and I appreciate all of the kind reviews I have read since posting the first chapter.

Note: I have Harry riding motorcycles in several of my fics. Some might call it repetitive. To them I say, motorcycles are awesome! Also, I see Harry as a man that loves speed and maneuverability in his vehicles so they fit him the best overall. The jump from broomsticks to motor bikes isn't that great. Plus I give him a different model in every one so at least there's variety in that.

Chapter Two - Hell's Hound

It was three in the morning when a series of crimson lines burst into being in the middle of Lux's dance floor to form an inverted pentagram. Luckily the patrons had already been sent home in anticipation of just such an event, so no one 'mortal' was around to view the two figures appearing slowly out of thin air.

Maze, vision of beauty that she was, stepped out of the portal in a skin tight black catsuit opened low enough in the front to display her naval. High heels accentuated the sway of her hips, and it was this sight that captivated the man following her.

For his part, Harry Potter had changed quite a bit in the two years physical time he'd spent in Hell. (ten years in Hell Time.) His jaw was sharper, body leaner, there was a slight shading of a beard around his jaw that made him look dangerous, and a hard gleam in his eyes that would make most mortal men quake in their boots. He was wearing cargo pants, a black tank top featuring the logo for his favorite anime, (Hell had the single largest entertainment library in existence. It was funny how many people's greatest torture was an animated show.) and a leather jacket.

Lucifer Morningstar was waiting for them. "Good show, Maze, such a rapid response time. Though I must say I'm a bit disappointed in our young friend here. I expected him to ravish you at least a bit before coming topside. By my count you couldn't have been more than three minutes late."

Harry spoke up, "If you know what you're doing three minutes is all you need." He raised his hand to his girl for the highest of high fives.

"Damn right." She agreed and slapped her hand to his own.

The devil laughed out loud, "I see Hell mellowed you out. Fantastic. So are you ready for what comes next?"

"I'd need to know what comes next to be sure. All Maze said was you need me to track some murderers down for you."

"Well," Lucifer moved to the bar and poured two glasses of Dalmore, giving one to the suddenly very thirsty wizard, "that is the first thing. The second, well, you have completed your part of the bargain. Two mortal years in hell sitting in my chair. Now I repay my debt. You are under my protection in this city for as long as you remain inside it. Your ribs have been transcribed with runes powered by my divinity that will shield you from all scrying attempts and keep you from being forcibly extracted beyond the state lines. Finally, I promised you employment. How would you feel about becoming my assistant?"

Harry was intrigued. The devil's assistant had a nice ring to it. "What would that entail?"

"Oh not much. You'd go where I go, do what I tell you, aid me when a situation requires it. Basically everything you've already been doing down below. Only now you'll actually be paid, and paid well."

Harry took a sip of his favorite scotch and nodded. "You've been good to me, Lucifer. I can count on the fingers of one hand the number of people that have ever kept their word to me and you're one of them. Plus, I know Maze has no intention of leaving you. I'll go where she goes, and that means I stay by your side."

"So that's a yes?"

"Yes, it is."

"Good lad." Lucifer clapped the younger man's shoulders, clinked their glasses, and together they finished their scotch as Maze moved behind the bar to pour a drink of her own.

"So who am I looking for?" Harry placed his empty glass on one of the nearby tables. "All Maze told me was that someone you made a deal with got shot up on your property."

"That's about the most of it. I'm working a few angles with the police force, but I would like you to run your own search. Your own way. Find me leads and people to punish for this, or deal with the guilty parties yourself. I trust your judgement."

"Really?"

"Maze updated me on your progress in Hell and I definitely approve. Furthermore I've prepared you a room on the floor beneath my own with all the necessary documents you'll need to get started."

"Well," A crimson glow began to build in Harry's eyes, "I do just love a good hunt."

Eyeing the effect, Lucifer said, "Hell's ambient magic agreed with you."

"Hahahaha. You have no idea."

Two Days Later

"I still have no idea how you convinced the captain you should be on my case." Detective Chloe Decker groused as her squad car pulled up to a well maintained office building.

"Well I assume it has something to do with delivering that testimony from the drug dealer." Lucifer glibly replied as he made his way out of the vehicle, internally groaning at traveling in something so plain.

"Oh, you mean the testimony that we're inevitably going to have thrown out of court because you were literally holding him over a cliff when he gave it? Yeah that was real helpful." Decker snarked.

"Then it must be my winning personality. Honestly detective, you need to lighten up. I got us this lead didn't I?"

"Yes, but then you caused an incident at my daughter's school. I'm just lucky her principle couldn't prove you actually did anything."

"I simply aided the young creature with her bullying problem. My word, I thought you'd appreciate my help in that situation."

"Yes and as long as you don't mess it up like the last one we should be fine." Together they ascended the stairs until they reached a door labelled, 'Dr. Linda Martin'. "This is the place."

"Yes, so why don't we go on in." Lucifer moved to open the door, but the detective's hand on his arm stopped him. "We can't just go inside like that. What if she has a patient in there?"

"Then they can leave, detective. We have a murder to solve, surely that takes priority." So saying Lucifer pried his arm loose, an act that seemed strangely difficult in this woman's grasp, and turned the handle on the door. He was not expecting what he found inside.

Doctor Linda was an attractive woman in her late thirties with very blond hair, a svelte figure, and kind soulful eyes. Those eyes were currently locked disbelievingly on the pair seated on her interview couch.

The first looked at the intruder and said, "Hi there, boss. What brings you here?"

"Me? The hell are you doing here, Harry?" Lucifer looked to his partner and said, "for that matter why is Maze here too?" Linda appeared to be in too much of a state of shock to object to this interruption. Clearly the things she had heard had sent her mind reeling.

"Well, we're apparently on roads to self discovery." Harry gestured to the good doctor, "According to her I have raging issues with my anger management, unresolved resentment toward my dead parents, and I'm on a wildly escalating path to self-destruction."

Maze spoke up then, "And apparently I'm a sex addict, I hide my self-loathing behind sarcasm, and I've let my need for control in all things dictate my actions for years."

"Well you do like to use handcuffs in the bedroom a bit more than is healthy, Love." Harry noted, earning a pleased hiss from his partner.

It was then that Chloe entered the fray. "Lucifer, you know these people?"

"Ah yes, Detective, meet my assistant Harry Potter, and my bodyguard Mazikeen. You might remember her from behind my bar when you visited Lux."

"Why are they here exactly?"

"Oh I imagine for the same reason we are. To catch the killer. Say hello you two."

Harry and Maze waved at the woman happily, but Chloe was simply too exhausted by her temporary consultant's antics to even remotely care about this situation. "Putting aside the blatant interference with an open investigation, I would like to know how they got here before us."

Harry spoke up, "I had a very… fruitful conversation with the ex-husband. He didn't know much of value, but he mentioned that his ex was in therapy. A little bit of digging later and I tracked down this place." Seeing a clear signal in his boss's eyes, the boy who lived stood up from his seat and straightened his jacket. "Well, I'll be off. Come along, Maze." The two made their way to the door and it was only then that Linda snapped out of her stupor.

"Wait!" She exclaimed, stopping them short at the door and standing to face them. "You two need to come back for another session with me."

Maze blinked. "What?"

"You both are so damaged. Perhaps more than anyone I have ever met or treated before. Please, let me try to help you."

A dark look passed over Harry's features, "Usually when someone says those words to me they're trying to control me."

Linda shook her head, "I swear to you that I am not, Harry. I'm a medical professional. My job is to heal, not control or destroy. Please, let me do my job with you."

Seeing his charge starting to waiver at the clear sincerity in the older woman's voice, Lucifer cut in, "It's not a bad idea there Harry. There are worse things to do than spend an afternoon here and there with a beautiful woman that wants to hear about your problems."

The younger man got a hold of himself and looked to his lover. "Maze?"

The woman looked Linda up and down before smirking. "Why not, she's certainly sexy enough to hold my interest for a while."

Beside him Lucifer heard Chloe mutter, "Sex addict was on point for this one."

"Oh you have no idea, Detective. Anyway, off with you two we have things to do." He ushered his subordinates out of the room, closed the door, and looked the therapist straight in the eyes. "Tell me, Doctor Linda, what is it you truly desire?"

Two Hours later saw Harry and Maze walking calmly through the production lot of a movie set. From what they could tell it was some sort of action flick but neither of them really cared. They got a few odd looks from the crew but no one was brave enough to question their presence. Until of course Harry cornered a mousy looking girl and stared deeply into her eyes. "Where is Mr. Cooper?"

The woman stuttered for several moments before getting out, "T-T-Third t-trailer from the left at the end of the lot. H-He has a scene to shoot in five minutes."

"Is he normally on time to these shoots?"

"N-No. He's late a lot and it pisses off the director, but he's the star, so what can he do?"

The wizard's nostrils flared twice before he nodded and sent her on her way.

"So?" Maze slid her arm through his.

"I didn't smell any lies. We have a minimum of five minutes."

"Then let's make them count."

A Short Time Later

When Lucifer and Chloe arrived on the studio lot, they expected to have to make their way through a cavalcade of security and lot personnel before eventually being introduced to Mr. Cooper for his questioning. So it was with great surprise that they found themselves whisked immediately upon arrival at the gate to his trailer. The only person they met on the way was a man that introduced himself as the director. He wished them luck and gave his hope that maybe they could convince the man to leave his trailer and get back to set. He seemed to be costing them a lot of money by not doing his job.

Chloe knocked politely, and a rather shaky voice told them to come in.

The interior was nice, compact, but full of things of fine quality. Clearly the temporary home of a man of means. Said man was sitting at a compact table in the corner, as far back as his body could manage in the confined space, taking large gulps out of a bottle of some kind.

"You the detective?"

Rather surprised he'd known she was coming, Chloe said, "That's right."

"Good. Look, I'll-I'll tell you anything you want to know. Just… don't send those two back here again."

Chloe's eyes narrowed, "Those two? Who?"

"That English guy and the hot chick. They were scary as fuck."

"I'm sure." The detective gave her partner a look that clearly implied they would be having words later. "Mr. Cooper, I just have a few questions-"

Lucifer stepped forward, "Sorry Detective, but before you start with the boring ones I want to know something." Looking the actor in the eyes he asked, "What is it you desire?"

Cooper's eyes glazed over, "I… I… I want to be the president of the United States."

"Oh, well that's-"

"And I want my five sex tapes to never come out." The man added.

Lucifer burst out laughing, "Five! Oh my word that is just precious."

Trying to get the situation back on track, Chloe asked, "Mr. Cooper, were you having an affair with Delilah? Witnesses claim the two of you were… very close on the set during the scenes you filmed together."

Contrary to his previous assertion that he'd answer any question given, Cooper curled in on himself and drank more from his bottle, saying nothing more. The action however brought his wrist into greater focus.

"Mr. Cooper, where did you get that watch?" Decker asked.

Sensing a lie, Lucifer added, "Keep in mind that if you lie to us the other two will be coming back soon after we leave."

Chloe violently wanted to argue that remark, but before she could her interviewee shuddered and said, "It was a wrap gift from Delilah after we made Time Will Tell."

"She give every member of the crew a $10,000 watch?"

"No. Just me. Look, we were sleeping together during that film, but it stopped the moment we finished shooting. It's not like we were in love or anything, but we had great chemistry, it's why the casting directors chose us in the first place. We were around each other constantly for months on long shoots and things just happened. It's a lot more common than you'd think. Hence the commonality of celebrity affairs in this town."

"Yes, I've been the subject of several of them." Lucifer chuckled.

Chloe took control again. "So you hadn't been with her physically since that movie ended?"

"No. Look, we had fun, but both of us knew that that was all it was. We stayed friends after, nothing more."

"Where were you the night of the shooting?"

Cooper took another drink. "Here. We had a night shoot that went until four am. You can check with security and the crew."

"I will. Do you know of anyone that might have wanted to hurt Delilah?"

The actor sighed, "No. She had her problems, lord knows we all do, but in her heart she was a good person. I think the only time I ever saw anyone get violent with her was when she divorced that rat ex-husband of hers."

The Detective groaned. This was pretty much in line with everything she had heard and it didn't leave her with a lot of options or theories. Sure, the ex was a suspect, but he didn't have a reason that she could see to take action against Delilah.

Her thoughts followed the two of them outside and carried on back to the car, where an annoyingly familiar duo was leaning against the hood.

"You two get anything actually useful out of him?" Harry asked.

"Sadly no, the man was just another horny overpaid actor." Lucifer replied, earning a shoulder smack from his temporary partner.

"Lucifer! We do not discuss the particulars of cases with civilians. Especially not civilians that are actively tampering with said investigation."

Maze raised a sarcastic hand, "What if 'said civilians' have a lead you could use?" The extremely self satisfied smirk on her lips told the detective that she knew exactly how annoyed this whole situation was making her.

"Yes, Ms. Mazikeen."Chloe's eye twitched as she forced herself to be polite to this scantily clad, annoying, probably incredibly deadly, woman. She took out her pen and notepad from the pocket of her blazer. "What do you have for me?"

Maze bumped her shoulder against her companion, "Harry?"

"Did Cooper say anything about Delilah's music royalties?" The Brit asked.

"Uh, no. Why would that be important? According to her ex her music hasn't been bringing in a reasonable revenue for years."

"For her maybe. That prick held on to the majority of her rights as her manager and producer. Most of that money went directly to him. To hear Cooper tell it Delilah has been in litigation for months now trying to get them reverted back to her. However, it is true that it wasn't nearly as much of a return in recent times as it has been in the past."

"Then why is this important?"

A light seemed to go off in Lucifer's head and he started laughing out loud. "Oh that is absolutely brilliant, Harry!"

"Yeah, I thought so."

Chloe growled, "Could one of you finish this point before I stab you both with my pen?"

Harry eyed his employer, "I know you like them fiery, boss, but this is a little much ain't it?" When the older man just shrugged he said, "Think about what happens immediately after beloved musicians kick the bucket. Think Michael Jackson after he died. What happened?"

A look of understanding began to cross Chloe's face. "His music went to the top of the billboard ratings because everyone was mourning him and wanting to hear his voice again."

"Got it in one. Excellent Detective. His estate earned millions in a matter of hours from all of his fans purchasing his music en masse. A quick search of iTunes most purchased hits for the last few hours shows, surprise surprise, Delilah at the top again. I know you've been struggling to come up with a motive for a while now, so after learning all of this, ask yourself, who really stands to gain from her death now?"

"Lucifer, get in the car!" The Detective yanked her own door open and practically leapt inside as her partner walked around the vehicle at a more sedate pace.

"Harry, Maze, go back to Lux and pour yourselves something fancy. You've earned it." So saying, he entered the car and his subordinates watched as it zoomed away.

"You know," Harry mused, "For such a shit vehicle it has quite the acceleration power."

A sly look crossed her face and Maze said, "I may have tinkered with the engine a bit."

"You beautiful, talented, woman." Harry kissed her deeply and led her by the hand to the other side of the parking lot where a jet black Royal Enfield Meteor 350 motorcycle was waiting. He got on, turned his key in the ignition, and shivered with pleasure as he felt his woman's leather clad legs slide flush behind his own. It was times like these that he knew he'd made the right choice taking Lucifer's deal. He had everything he could ever want because of it. Safety in a great city, a fast ride, fine whiskey, and a beautiful woman on his arm. Life was good.

An hour later he and Maze were sitting together on one of Lucifer's leather couches and hands were starting to wander to very pleasurable places when Harry's phone rang in his pocket. The distinct ringtone of 'The Devil Went Down To Georgia' making it very clear who was calling.

He answered the phone. "What's up, boss?"

Furious huffs of air greeted him.

"Boss?"

"Delilah's ex, Jimmy. He paid for her death. Chloe and I went to confront him and he shot the Detective."

"Is she alright?"

"Yes. She got out of surgery five minutes ago and the doctors tell me she'll make a full recovery."

"What do you need from me?"

"I had a little fun with old Jimmy after I stabilized the Detective, but he is still alive, and recovering in the psych ward. I want him dead, Harry. Make it look like a suicide." Though the devil couldn't see it, he could practically feel the dark grin of expectation crossing his young associate's face.

"Consider it done, boss. Want me to call you when it's been handled?"

"No. I don't want Chloe to have any idea I was involved. When she asks, the doctors and nurses will tell her I was at her bedside until she awoke. Just get it done." The line went dead.

"What was that, dear?" Maze curled further into his side.

"Our employer wants a suicide. Any thoughts?"

The demon absolutely purred at the thought. "Slash his wrists?"

"He's in a psych ward. No pointy objects."

"Hm. Hanging?"

"What if he's in a straight jacket?"

Mazikeen thought it through for a few seconds before her eyes absolutely lit up in glee. "I've got it!"

A Short Time Later

It was almost laughable, Harry thought, how simple it was to sneak their way into the psych ward of the preeminent hospital in Los Angeles. One sniff at the door had told him exactly how many orderlies were working and where they were. A quick insertion by Maze had looped the camera feeds in the control room. In short order the security was blind and the agents of Hell had ghosted by everyone that could have 'possibly' stopped them, reaching Jimmy's room in record time.

The man himself, visible through a reinforced glass wall, was indeed stuck inside a straight jacket, and rocking rapidly back and forth upon his bed. A crazed look upon his face.

"How much you want to bet he saw Lucifer's devil face?" Maze asked.

"No deal, Love. I'm not a fool. Though if he's acting this crazy now it just makes our job easier. Come on."

The wizard led his woman over to the door, waved his wand over the control panel and smirked as it beeped with a green light and opened wide. Whoever said magic and technology couldn't work together was an idiot.

Together the two entered, and their target didn't even notice. Even as Maze grabbed him and pulled him to his feet all he did was stare at the wall and mutter about 'the devil'. Good thing Harry hadn't taken that bet.

"It's just no fun when the victim doesn't know what's happening." Harry grouched as he reached into the murderer's mouth and pulled his tongue out taught beyond his lips.

Maze settled one hand on top of the music producer's head and the other under his chin. "I know, dear, but try to look at the bright side. At least you got your hands a little bloody today." So saying she flexed her arms and pushed her hands together, slamming the bastard's teeth closed over his tongue. As Jimmy gurgled a scream through a mouth rapidly filling with blood, Harry shoved the severed tongue back in and grinned as it became lodged in the throat, choking out all air. It only took a little over a minute for Jimmy to die, but even then his foot kept twitching for two more, and Maze and Harry alternated watching and making out for every second of it. Then they hauled ass out of the building with no one the wiser.