Walking down the stairs with a thin stack of files under her arm, Chloe stopped when she saw Corbett, walking towards her and appearing very hungover. She changed direction with a sigh, planting herself in his path. "Are you kidding me?"

He was silent, staring at her through sunglasses.

"You threaten to report me for something you then decide to do?"

"Ah, it's...complicated, Chloe."

"No. It's not," she said, shaking her head. "If you're not hiding a black eye, you're a hypocrite."

"Look, I'd rather not discuss it in the middle of the precinct."

"Where then? The Four Seasons during a case?"

"Actually, nowhere," he clarified, and pointed at her files. "Got a case of your own?"

"Yeah. Mhm."

He studied her nervous demeanor through a dark tint. "Seems a little close together. Unless they're connected..."

"They're not."

"How do you know?"

"Because I requested the case," she informed him.

He stared at her, until he needed to talk and the words came tumbling out. "Okay, that thing Maze told me that you confirmed...uh, maybe it's sort of getting in my way. I'm not always on my game. I mean it...seems like now there's someone else on the field. And she, I assume, has very different ideas. It's weird. It's messy. And it's led me into doing things I never would have considered."

"Oh."

"Like...well, I mean like...she's straight, too," he finished with a stammer.

Chloe took a moment to consider, then sighed and muttered, "Daily."

"Yeah. Yeah, that's...what I did."

"I'm sorry to hear about that. Carol, I am here for you. But the extent of my power is to hear you out, I can't change a damn thing," she said, keeping her voice low.

"Well, maybe you could clue me in here. I mean, your child is special. Clearly you've got connections. I just... Do you know who this girl is?" he asked breathlessly, staring at her.

"Yeah, it's Lucifer's mom."

"Oh. Shit. Jesus. Oh... Wait, in both of us?"

"No, Daily's his dad."

Corbett was quiet for a moment. "Oh," he finally repeated. "So―wait, Lucifer's like...part-god? Wait, like the bible? That―he's that Lucifer?"

"Where are you in your investigation?" she asked, and explained when he looked confused. "Trust me. You're probably going to want a vacation."

"Is that how you got past it?"

"Well, there is no getting past it, Carol. I've accepted it, but it's always going to be the biggest thing that ever happened to me."

He hesitated, then gave a short nod. "Good to know."

She was smiling and about to say more when she happened to see her daughter walking across the precinct. Oblivious to her mother's presence, she walked straight up to Ella's office, knocked on the door, and was allowed entry.

"Something else you should know," Chloe murmured. "Ella's a part of 'they all.'"

Corbett sighed. "Great."

"Why aren't you in school?"

"All I could think of was Maze. I couldn't even make it through art class." Trixie crossed her arms, watching her as she obsessively turned a row of tiny bottles on her desk to all face the same way. "How long have you known about her?"

"Not long. Two, three weeks. First time I saw her demon face was last night. Girl, lemme tell you, I am freaking out."

"Yeah, you're not hiding it. All the screaming, and chairs turned over."

"What can I say? I guess I'm not―" Her hand knocked a specimen over as she looked at Trixie. Paying no mind to the spilled blood, she asked, "Are you human? Because your mom tells me she's having an angel baby."

"I thought she was drunk and stupid when she said that."

"No, it's happening! Oh, God. Amenadiel's your uncle. Amenadiel's...your uncle, he's God. Does he love you? How many wishes do you get?"

"He's not a genie. The baby's not an angel, we're not freaks!"

"You're not a freak."

Trixie began walking to the door. "You spilled your blood," she announced, and put her hand on the door. Seeing her mother chatting to a man, she suddenly changed her mind, locking Ella's door and closing the blinds. Turning around, she looked at Ella, trying to salvage the blood. "So, forensic analyst. That's pretty cool."

"Yup, I'm living the dream. I get front row tickets to the underbelly of L.A."

"Still, your own office? All this equipment?"

"Well, you want an office, you have to go to school."

"I'm never going to school again."

Ella pulled away from the microscope, frowning at Trixie. "What's so bad about school?"

"The bullies."

"Oof. Bullies. I hear ya. The worst prank they ever pulled on me was running some white underwear up the flagpole and starting a rumor. Said I was waving a white flag after a lover's spat...with the principal. But I transferred out of there, and you can, too."

"At least your pranks had an M-rating. Britney and Rob found out my mother's nickname for me is Monkey. Now every day, they put something monkey-related in my locker. It started with a yellow hat and brown boots. But it gets worse every time. Today they stuffed my locker full of bananas."

"Completely full?"

"Then Rob got in my face and told me there would be feces tomorrow."

"Transfer," Ella repeated.

"Mid-semester?"

"If you have to! And it sounds like you have to."

Trixie considered, then shook her head. "I don't want them to win."

"Bullies never win. Nobody wins. Some finish lines are just further away. Means...more suffering. More pain. That doesn't sound like victory to me."

"Are you waving a white flag right now?"

Ella paused, then began removing her gloves. She stood up, took them to the trash, and dropped them inside, all without saying a word. She crossed her arms, trying not to pray that Trixie was all human. Turning around, she reluctantly met the teenager's eyes. "When I saw her face," she began, effectively getting the girl's interest. "I didn't faint. I didn't scream. I didn't run for my life." She didn't blink, staring at Trixie with huge eyes. "I didn't feel afraid at all."

"You cried, though."

"I was crying because...I knew I wasn't feeling what I was supposed to."

"What did you feel?"

Ella shook her head, slowly. "Jealous," she said, and shrugged. "They get to live this...special existence. They get to be more than we ever will be. But...my first thought, when I was looking at her skeletal, moldering face, was... God, she's beautiful."

Trixie was frowning at her when there was a knock on her glass. With a sniffle, Ella stood up and walked to the door.

"Hey, is everything okay?" was how Corbett greeted her.

"As good as it gets."

"Uh, I...changed my mind. I'm leaving. Do you want to join me? We could hang out, talk..."

"About what?"

"About anything. You, me...Alpha and Omega."

"You're not rel..." Ella stopped and she stared into his suddenly shy face, realizing what he meant. "Oh. Uh, yeah. Let me just..." She grabbed her coat and turned around, looking at Trixie.

"Please don't invite me," Trixie blurted.

"Okay," Ella chuckled. "See you later."

Trixie waved and then leaned, watching them depart. "Or never," she said to herself. "Big freak."

She lingered in Ella's office another moment, self-consciously adjusting her clothes in case a cute detective might glance her way, then opened the door and saw herself looking into her mother's eyes from across the room. Well, if she hadn't seen her before... But, still not ready to risk a conversation about her dad, Trixie averted her eyes and moved quickly across the precinct.

Eyes fixated on her daughter, Chloe began to follow her―but had to stop when it suddenly looked as though the entire building began to shudder. She stood still, trying to focus.

"Decker."

She looked at Lieutenant Wells.

"You good to work?"

She smiled and nodded, even though the man looked awfully blurry and her eyes were dry. Satisfied, Wells turned and walked away. Chloe went over to her desk, sat down, and opened a file, pretending to read as she waited for her vision to clear.

It was a transient scheme. Her stomach began to flip. Moving quickly, she tossed the file onto her desk and hurried into the bathroom to toss her cookies. Finding an empty stall in the middle, Chloe stumbled to the toilet to vomit.

Her last memory before blacking out was jarring her shoulder on the stall wall and looking up at the ceiling.

When she regained consciousness, she was still looking up at the familiar panel ceiling, and now at a person from the chin up. Another wave of nausea rolled over her and she felt like she was drowning in heat. She could feel herself being shifted.

"Decker?"

The voice was faint, and seemed to bear a nasty echoing quality. Chloe struggled feebly, trying to sit up as she suspected she had to puke again.

"It's okay, I've got you. We're getting help. Trixie, you're going to need..."

The voice faded out as Chloe's eyes finally focused on the detective supporting her. He looked down at her. "It's okay," he said, his words barely audible over the ringing in her ears.

Chloe moaned and closed her eyes against the hallucination of her ex-husband. "You're dead," she muttered.

"What?"

She gave an incoherent mutter, as she heard was a muffled voice. It was so familiar. It sounded like Amenadiel... Was she meeting her maker's son? Then she went limp in the detective's arms. The last thing she heard were multiple screams and someone yelling, "Oh, shit!"

When Chloe awoke some time later, she was lying on the floor. She felt fine, but she also remembered vomiting, falling down, and that she had been waiting for an ambulance. Yet there were no paramedics, not even detectives making sure she was okay. If she couldn't expect it from anyone else, she would definitely have relied on Ella...but she wasn't there, either. All there was, was a lump under her back.

She struggled, pushing and pulling to work into a sitting position. Finally reaching up and grabbing the counter, and vowing to never drink again, she lurched to her feet―and froze, unable to take her eyes off her own reflection.

Ho...ly...shit. Wings! Friggin amazing wings! They were feathered, like Lucifer's; but the same color Rory's would be. Without awareness of her actions, she slowly stood up straight, still gawking at the massive protrusions at her sides.

She could...fly? She could fly! Oh, shit. She could actually see Dan without dying again. She thought she might pee herself. Hyperventilating, she stumbled to the nearest stall, which suddenly had never looked smaller. She stood there for a moment, wondering how urgent it really was. It didn't take long before her thoughts shifted. She had been given access to the Silver freaking City. She had been given access to Hell; she could see Lucifer!

She had to learn how to fly. Had he? Chloe turned and looked through the open door into the other room. Angling herself sideways, she inched through and began hurrying through the precinct; knocking things over on both sides of her. "Oh, shit. Sorry. Oops! I..." Her nervous laugh died off and she turned in a slow circle, finally realizing that everybody was frozen. Literally frozen.

"This is fine," she said. "Just a typical Tuesday."

She turned and walked to the doors, knocking over more things. Reaching the doors, she turned to look over at the mess she had made. "Damn," she said, and let herself out into the sun. And saw Amenadiel standing there, his dark wings erect.

She walked swiftly up to him, stopping before him and staring in confusion. "What the hell?" was how she greeted the new god.

"If you don't want them..."

"I want them. How do I control them?"

"Experience," he said, and began moving away.

"You're going to let me fall?"

"Yes. But I won't let you crash."

Chloe smiled at him and began to move her wings.