She only catches a glimpse of Lucifer as they carry him out to the paramedics. His normally impeccable suit is covered in ash and torn or burnt in several places. The burns on his hands are visible even from where she stands. But so is his shallow breathing. Lucifer's still alive, if barely so.

She had thought she'd need to pull out her badge just to get to see him in the hospital, but apparently the nurse had misunderstood Chloe telling him "he's my partner" and just let her on through. She realizes too late that she hasn't given herself any time to prepare for the sight that greets her there. Lucifer's still unconscious and hooked up to half a dozen machines, the sound of his uneven breathing made worse by the added noise of the oxygen tank. A hospital gown in a sickly green has replaced his ever-present suit and his hands are completely covered by bandages. She's never seen him look so…vulnerable before.

And Chloe knows it's ridiculous but for some reason she had really started to believe that Lucifer might actually be as indestructible as he boasted. She honestly couldn't have even imagined him sleeping before tonight (though she knows he must have, at some point), let alone lying unconscious in a hospital bed. As long as she has known him he has always been up at all hours, always perfectly dressed, and never once has she seen him afraid of anything. But tonight he was actually worried about her, and for a brief moment she had seen the look on his face when he touched the burning cabinets - the shock and pain of his expression were obvious. But then he still pushed harder, knowing full well just what it would cost him. And he had risked it all for her sake.

She reaches out to touch his cheek, brushing her fingers down to cup his jaw, careful to avoid the oxygen tubes. His pulse is faint but still present beneath where her palm now rests against his neck, and it's far more reassuring than the constant beeping of the monitor. Chloe lingers there a little longer, watching as Lucifer pulls in wheezing breaths. She can't help blaming herself for what's happened, even as she's thankful that he had been there to save her.

And even though she doesn't really believe in any of it, she finds herself praying to whoever listening that Lucifer makes it out of this.

"Mommy!"

Chloe's almost knocked over by the force of her daughter's hug, which she returns just as fiercely. Apparently Dan drove over with her the second he found out what happened, using his badge to bypass the security there. He stands awkwardly beside them, glancing between Chloe and the still unconscious Lucifer.

"Mommy, is Lucifer going to be ok?" Trixie looks up at her with pleading eyes. Chloe wishes she could reassure her, reassure both of them, but the truth is she's not really certain of anything herself right now.

"I don't know, sweetie…" What else can she say? The doctor hasn't been in to speak with her yet and Lucifer's been out for several hours at this point.

"Chloe, what happened?" Dan interjects. His voice is laced with anger but it doesn't seem to be directed at her. Once again she finds herself without a real answer to offer.

"I'm not really sure, they're still trying to figure out how the fire even started. I was just looking through the files when I saw it spreading - God, all the files were destroyed and then Lucifer…"

"Lucifer was there?"

"No. I mean yes, he was there, but not until after." It all happened so quickly, Chloe still can't wrap her mind around it all.

"So you were alone in the room when the fire started?" Dan's slipped into his detective voice, though Chloe has no idea why he's interrogating her.

"Yes?"

"Are you certain?"

"I didn't see anyone, but it's a big room."

"So there could have been someone else in there?"

"I guess? What's going on, Dan?"

"Nothing, I'm sorry. I was just so worried when I got your message." He pulls her into a careful hug, which she accepts without protest. "I'm sorry I wasn't there tonight, Chloe."

She allows herself to take comfort in his presence, knowing that however fucked up his priorities may be he'd never allow any harm to come to her if he could help it. "It's not your fault."

Dan just tightens his embrace before shaking his head. "Man, who would have ever thought I'd be thankful to have Lucifer trailing around after you all the time."

Dan's attempt at lightening the mood just brings her back to the reality of their situation, and the uncertainty of Lucifer's condition. She looks back to where Trixie is still watching over his bedside. Dan quickly notices that he's lost her attention, and releases his hold on her.

"I'm going to call the station, see if they've learned anything more." And with that he disappears down the hallway. Chloe goes over to stand next to her daughter, who's managed to hoist herself up onto the bed's railings.

"When will Lucifer wake up?" She looks back up at her mom, and Chloe can't bear the worry in her daughter's eyes.

"He'll wake up when he's ready - right now he needs to rest so he can get better."

"But he will get better?"

"I hope so." Chloe knows better than to make promises she can't keep. "Speaking of rest, it's way past your bedtime, weasel. Let's go find where your dad went off to so he can take you home."

"Can't we stay here?" Chloe is reminded of Trixie napping by her side during her own recent trip to the hospital. But this was different.

"Not tonight, Trix. I'm sure your dad will let you come back in the morning to check on Lucifer."

"Okay." The promise of coming back tomorrow seems to have worked, and Trixie scrambles up to press a quick kiss to Lucifer's check - something he would have never endured had he been awake for it. "Goodnight, Lucifer." Somehow Lucifer manages to look long-suffering even in his unconscious state, which brings a small smile to Chloe's lips.

She shuffles Trixie down the the hallway in the direction Dan had gone. When she finds him he looks visibly angry at whoever he's talking to, speaking harshly into his phone though she can't quite make out what he's saying. He ends the call just as he spots her.

"Was that the Sergeant? Do they know anything more about what happened?"

"The Sergeant I mean no, nothing new." Dan seems oddly cagey all of the sudden, though Chloe has no idea why he would be. Unless he's trying to hide the fact that she's a suspect or something, though she can't think why she would be. There was no evidence that it was anything more than improper storage of highly flammable materials and a gross negligence of fire codes. But she was still feeling a little on edge herself, so she chose not to call him on it.

"Maybe they'll know more by morning. Anyway, I need to go back and wait for the doctor, can you take Trix home? I'll let you know if anything changes here."

"Sure, but then you're going home to get some rest yourself, right?"

Chloe sighs. Things had been going so well for a few moments back there, and she's not yet ready to go back to arguing. Not tonight. "I'll get some rest soon." She hedges, but it's enough to satisfy her ex, who scoops up Trixie and carries her out after a quick goodbye.

Chloe returns to the room to find the doctor just finishing her check of Lucifer's vitals. She turns around at the sound of Chloe's approach.

"Hi, I'm Dr. Lin, and you are…?" Chloe hesitates for a moment, unsure what the nurse might have told the doctor and whether trying to explain her relationship with Lucifer will just delay finding out what condition he's in.

"I'm his…fiancé. Chloe Decker." At least that last part is true. "How is he?"

"He's doing better than expected considering the circumstances. The burns on his hands are pretty extensive, but thankfully not too deep. When he came in they had told us the burns were third degree, but they're really only second. The real trouble is the smoke inhalation. He's still having some difficulties breathing so we've got him on supplemental oxygen, and we're going to need to keep him for observation to make sure there's no permanent damage to the lung tissue."

The words 'permanent damage' and 'lung tissue' in such close proximity are not particularly reassuring, but the doctor seems optimistic. And Chloe is well aware how much worse it could have been, though she's not quite ready to deal with all the 'what ifs' just yet.

"How long will he have to stay?"

"We'll know more after the first 24 hours." Chloe tries not to get frustrated with the lack of definitive answers, when she knows the doctor is doing her best. "Will you be staying with him? I can get one of the nurses to bring in some extra blankets if you'd like."

The question catches her off-guard, and she agrees without really thinking about it. The doctor gives her a run down of the scheduled check ups that will occur every couple of hours throughout the night, along with how to reach her in case there is any change in his condition, before she's called off to another emergency.

"So we're engaged now, are we?" Chloe nearly jumps at the sound of his voice, hoarse and low in a way she's not used to. She turns to see him offering her a weak grin. "I must have missed the proposal - along with whatever knocked me out."

"Lucifer, the ceiling collapsed on you."

"That explains why I feel like the bloody wicked witch of the east after Dorothy dropped a house on her." He reaches up to tug at the oxygen tubes, but his bandaged hands won't seem to cooperate. Chloe reaches over to still them, not wanting him to hurt himself further.

"The doctor said you inhaled a lot of smoke, you need to keep that in."

Lucifer slumps back against his pillow. "Then I suppose I can suffer the indignity a little longer." His apparent indifference strikes a nerve with Chloe.

"You could have died!"

"And I would have been deeply embarrassed if that was how I went out. Though I have to admit, the irony of the situation isn't lost on me."

"Lucifer, you're not…you're not invincible. You can't just run into burning buildings like that!"

"I can if you're in them," he rasps out. Chloe's anger suddenly deflates, leaving only concern and something much deeper in its place.

"Can you at least promise me you won't rush blindly into any more life-threatening situations after this?"

"Some things are worth the risk."

His voice is broken but his gaze is steady. The moment suddenly feels heavy between them, and for a long time neither says anything else. Chloe finds herself carefully stroking Lucifer's wrist above the bandages, leaning over Lucifer's bedside.

Of course, any serious moments with Lucifer were bound to be short-lived. She notices the second his eyes shift down to where she is certain the V of her dress has dipped lower than intended, catching a glimpse of the lace edge of her bra.

"Expecting to get lucky tonight, Detective?"

Chloe quickly wraps the dress more tightly around herself, pulling away from Lucifer to cross her arms in front of her dress. Lucifer just laughs dryly at her chiding expression.

"Come on, love, let's have a look." He teases gruffly.

"What? No!"

"No? So then you didn't intend for anyone to ever see that lacy confection you have hidden beneath your dress?"

Chloe can't deny her earlier intentions, but obviously this isn't the time. Though apparently to Lucifer there's no such thing as a 'wrong' time. "We're in the hospital!"

"Yes, though by now we really should have been in my bedroom, with your little dress already on the floor." He leers, and at least his libido doesn't seem to have suffered from the accident.

"So sure of yourself, are we?"

"I believe it was you that decided on our third date." He had a point, there was no denying she had wanted this.

"I don't think tonight went as either of us planned."

"A small detour, that's all. I may have temporarily lost the use of my hands," he holds up the gauzy appendages to illustrate his point, "but you can still take off the dress yourself."

"What, just strip for you? Right here?" Her sarcasm is completely lost on the man.

"Better than morphine." He grins.

"Trust me when I say it will only make it worse." Likely for both of them, she muses.

"Only one way to find out…" Chloe still stands above him, unmoved. Which is when Lucifer decides to bring out the big guns. "You know, I think it would also be a very nice gesture to thank me for saving your life."

"I'm not going to reward stupidity. You could have gotten yourself killed in there."

Despite her words, she knows the battle is already lost. If she were being honest with herself, the fight had only been half-hearted anyway. Lucifer was right - no one wore lingerie like this just to keep it to themselves. She had wanted Lucifer to see her in it, and part of her still did. But she wasn't about to let him know that - especially when it was so much easier to blame his eagerness to see her.

"Fine." She sighs, still pretending that she's only agreeing to this under duress.

Lucifer perks up immediately, carefully tilting his head to better observe her. Chloe steps back from the bed, checking to make sure the door is closed and that no one can immediately see into the room before reaching for the tie at her waist. She quickly unwraps the dress, holding the sides open rather than letting it slip off. She's not quite up to a full-fledged striptease, or even simply taking off her dress. She does, however, give into the urge to pose a little bit, positioning her body to its best advantage.

Lucifer immediately lets out a frustrated groan in response, though he never once looks away. She watches his eyes trail up her stockings, now a little worse for the wear, to the rest of the set which managed to escape any ill effects of the fire. She can feel the heat in his gaze everywhere it touches, leaving her pleasantly warm despite the coolness of the room.

"Are you certain I can't tempt you into continuing with our former plans for the evening?" He manages to rasp out.

Chloe rolls her eyes as she closes her dress once more. "Lucifer, your hands are completely covered in bandages and you can barely breathe on your own right now - is that really all you can think of?"

"The fire didn't affect anything below the waist, Detective." He winks. "You'd be surprised what I can do without needing to use my hands."

And oh isn't that something to think about, Chloe imagines. Though the effect of his words is lost as soon as he starts coughing again. She reaches out a hand to steady him. "You do need to breath though, and I'm not about to try to fool around on a bed that rolls, in a room where anyone could walk in at any time."

"Doesn't that just make it more exciting though?" His voice is still rough, and Chloe gives him a wearied look in lieu of dignifying that with a response.

"Alright, raincheck it is."

Lucifer gives up more easily than she had expected, and it brings her attention back to how helpless he looks lying there. She can't imagine how exhausted he must be even carrying on his normal level of conversation with her, after all that's happened that night. She's pretty exhausted herself, and she's glad to see when he finally settles back against the pillows, allowing his eyes to slip closed again. She takes the opportunity to move towards the door.

"You're leaving?"

Even if she had actually been planning to leave, the look he's giving her now would have stopped her right in her tracks. Instead, she simply reassures him with a smile, "Just going to find some coffee before I drop."

"So you're staying then?" His eyes turn hopeful.

"Dr. Lin said someone should probably stay and help watch you tonight."

They're both aware the doctor said no such thing, but Lucifer looks pleased at her response all the same.

"Besides, what kind of fake fiancé would I be if I didn't stay?"