This takes place immediately following Lucifer's and Amenadiel's scuffle on the beach in episode 1x07 "Wingman" and goes from there. Every chapter is a song title. Any feedback is greatly appreciated. Also just as a warning this is between a T and M rating, not terribly graphic but some scenes push the T you and enjoy!

Song: Sympathy for the Devil by The Rolling Stones

"Lucifer?" Chloe called out as she stepped off the gleaming elevator into his flat. "I feel bad about how we left things," she continued, "at the auction." She glanced around the beautiful and always immaculate flat, her fingers ever so lightly sliding across the ivory keys on the piano next to the bar. Chloe finally spotted the back of his head barely peeking over the top of a leather chair turned and faced towards the city lights.

Her approach was slow, half mesmerized by the view, half by the way he still hadn't responded to anything she had said so far. "Lucifer?" she tried again as she finally approached him, noticing how heavy his shoulders looked and how he was so boneless sitting in the chair it was amazing he hadn't just slid onto the floor.

"What-" she gasped out in a strangled voice when she finally came around the front of him.

He was wearing the same Armani tux from earlier but the bowtie was now undone and hanging loosely around his neck. His clothes were smeared with dirt, sand, and blood and heavily wrinkled. His shoes were still on but scuffed now, contrasting with the brightly polished floor beneath them. A glass of scotch was clutched in his right hand, a cigarette between two fingers lightly burning and sending smoke dancing up his arm.

"Lovely, isn't it?" he bit out, no humor present. His left eye was bruising quickly and slightly swollen, a large cut across his cheekbone and dried blood under his nose and on his lips and chin. The gel was long gone from his hair, which now stuck up at odd angles. It was the first time ever Chloe hadn't seen him look suspiciously perfect and to say it was unsettling was a gross understatement.

"Oh my God, what happened?"

The tall and disheveled man let out a sharp bark of laughter, "Answered your own question love!" His fingers tightened around the tumbler in his grip and he drained the remaining amber liquid before hurling the glass at the wall to his left. The glass shattered into a million pieces, scattering across the floor but Lucifer paid no mind.

Chloe jumped at the noise and chewed her lip momentarily, her legs carrying her over to the man that was worming his way into her life more and more every day. "Are you alright?" she asked softly.

"Do I look bloody alright?" he shouted angrily, jumping to his feet and towering over her small frame. It was a stand of and both were so stubborn that it lasted several tense seconds. Lucifer broke first, deflating slightly and sighing. "Fine. It'll be gone by morning, benefits of being the Devil I suppose."

"Right… But that's not what I meant," she finished and stood up on her tippy toes to better assess the damage. "Who did this?"

His jaw clenched and he tossed the almost out cigarette down on the floor and walked over to the window, his face mere millimeters from the glass separating him from the street four floors below. He continued to stare, his breathing labored and coming out only from behind clenched teeth. He was so lost in thought that he never even noticed the other person in the room momentarily leave before returning a few minutes later with a damp cloth.

"You don't have to talk about it but please let me get you cleaned up," Chloe offered, her hand grabbing onto his bicep and squeezing. "Your nose is still bleeding."

He finally turned and stared down at her, contempt in his gaze for only a fraction of a second until their eyes met. His dark gaze shifted to something warmer and his jaw relaxed, "Yes I- thank you."

She led him by the hand to the couch and sat down next to him before her hand rose and she began to wipe away the blood from his various wounds, waiting for a flinch but never finding one. "I came here to apologize," she began. "I can't pretend to understand why the wings meant so much to you, but if we're really friends, it- it should be enough just knowing that they did. Did you ever find them?"

He tensed a fraction; "I did, but alas I found I didn't need them anymore. Other partied begged to differ."

She stopped her ministrations, "Did your brother do this?"

A heavy, bone deep sigh escaped his split lip. "And they say I'm the one filled with wrath." He stopped speaking when the cloth in her hand approached his chin and finally his lips.

Chloe wiped off the last little bit of blood and traced his lower lip with her thumb, "It's cut pretty deep but should heal fine." When she met his eyes her fingertips began to wander, ever so gently brushing across his cheek. "Your eyes are so dark, I swear they look black." Without noticing she had almost completely climbed onto his lap to clean his face and even after inspecting his injuries her hand was still on his stubble covered jaw.

Lucifer sat still, either unwilling or unable to move under his female companions exploration of his features. He swallowed thickly, his adam's apple bobbing nervously and parted his lips. "Chloe-"

As if burned Chloe suddenly jumped from his lap and cleared her throat. "I am so sorry," she began. "I should really get home and check on Trixie."

Lucifer stood and scoffed, his arms waving angrily before settling on his narrow hips. "That's it? That's the excuse you're going with? Oh bravo detective, bravo," he clapped sarcastically.

She whipped around with fire in her gaze and her hands clenched into fists. "Don't. Don't take out everything that happened to you today on me. We both had a very long day and we're going to leave it at that."

Lucifer opened his mouth but she was already grabbing her purse and heading for the elevator. She pressed the button with more force than necessary and stepped inside, only turning as the doors began to close. "Goodnight Lucifer."

All night Chloe had tossed and turned, dreams of Lucifer and those amazing looking wings and nightmares about burning red eyes and blood entering her muddled mind. When she finally woke for the day she was surprised to find the sun already up and stretched her back, her toes curling and her hands brushing the headboard. Giggling from downstairs made her smile softly. Rolling onto her back she forced herself out from under the warm down covers and slipped on a light robe to see what Trixie was up to downstairs. Her jaw dropped halfway down the stairs when she saw not only her daughter watching cartoons but also another figure sitting next to her on the couch.

"Why are all these bloody people naked?"

Trixie giggled, "You're funny."

Lucifer shot her a disproving glare and held up a Barbie doll in his right hand and a Ken in his left. "Where are their clothes? Unless they're prostitutes," his eyes lit up, "Which would explain how they can afford convertibles and mansions and such." He lifted the doll slightly, "I'm onto you wench."

"What's a prostitute?" Trixie asked innocently.

"That would be a question for Detective Dou-, dad, a question for your dad. Now answer my question small spawn, do these tiny people have clothing or is your mother not able to provide them with such?" He gasped dramatically, "Oh you poor dear, you mother's poor. I'll tell Maze to get some at once," he rambled as he eyed the dolls with uncertainty. "Why is the male a eunuch?"

Chloe smiled serenely before snapping out of her early morning haze at the last question. "Lucifer what are you doing here?" she barked, finishing her decent down the stairs and subconsciously tightening the sash on her robe.

He turned and blessed her with a gorgeous smile, "Good morning Detective! Maybe you can answer some questions for me in regards to your offspring's play things."

"Not before you answer me, why are you in my house?" she demanded, her arms crossing over her chest defensively.

He stood to face her better and she couldn't help but admire his tailored suit and long legs, the way he always looked so effortlessly put together.

"Why, I was invited by young Beatrice of course."

Chloe's piercing glare switched to her daughter and the child hurriedly explained, "I wanted you to sleep in mommy and I got lonely."

"Yes mummy," Lucifer chimed in looking all of the cat who ate the canary. "She was bored so she invited her friend Lucifer over to show him her tribe of small naked civilians. Speaking of we really need to discuss their clothing situation further detective, maybe over breakfast? Breakfast in bed perhaps?" he finished with a leer.

Chloe closed her eyes and blew out a breath before forcing a smile, "Trix, honey? Can you go brush you hair and get dressed for the day please?" At the child's nod and disappearance she walked up to Lucifer. "What were you two doing?"

Her tone was sharp and his eyes narrowed at the insinuated insult. "You know I would never hurt you or your offspring. I'm not evil, I punish evil. You should know that by now."

"I know, I know," she offered softly. "It just scares me that Trix lets people in while I'm sleeping."

"Understandable but I'm not people, I'm the Devil." His grin was infectious. "Now about breakfast, I was thinking something…" his dark eyes fell to her lips. "Sweet."

"Trixie, Chloe? Where you guys at?" Dan shouted from the door. As soon as he noticed the other occupant he glared. "What the hell are you doing here?"

Lucifer's smile instantly transformed to a sneer, his body spinning gracefully to greet the man. "Really Chloe, you need to invest in some sort of lock. People just barging in here, it's not right."

"Like you?" she deadpanned at Lucifer before calling for Trixie, "Daddy's here Trix."

Dan finished his approach to the pair and asked his ex-wife again, "What's he doing here?"

"Well we were having a discussion about breakfast before you so rudely stormed in," Lucifer interrupted. "Don't you know how to knock or is that too advanced for you?"

Chloe placed a soft hand on Lucifer's sleeve and looked at her ex-husband. "Lucifer came over for breakfast, Trixie invited him."

"You stay away from my daughter," Dan ordered, his finger pointing up to Lucifer's face. "I don't know what your end game is but you keep my baby girl the hell out of it."

"Believe me Detective Douche, when your offspring is in my presence she is the safest child on this Earth. Heaven nor Hell would dare lay a hand on her," Lucifer all but growled, his eyes taking on a slightly maniacal glint.

Trixie chose that moment to reappear and ran over to Lucifer, attaching herself to his leg and making him try to pull away with a look of confusion and disgust. "It's touching me. Detective Decker it's touching me!"

Chloe rolled her eyes and handed Dan their daughter's lunchbox, "Trix that's enough of a hug, we don't want to scar Lucifer to badly."

Trixie smiled brightly up at the overly tall man and giggled when he patted her uncomfortably on the head, "Off with you then little hell spawn."

After the father daughter duo left Chloe arched a brow at the one remaining person. "Trixie's gone now Lucifer, you can go home now."

He scoffed, his hand rising to his chest in disbelief. "That's the thanks I get, for keeping your heir safe? What about my payment?"

Chloe sipped the warm brew she had previously poured into her cup and laughed, "What are you talking about?"

"I babysat your offspring! I accept many forms of payment, sins of the flesh work best…" he smirked.

He had expected more of a battle, to be thrown out just like the numerous times before but instead of rebuffing him she simply took a step towards him, softly grabbed his face and kissed his cheek.

Lucifer didn't move a muscle, only his eyes following hers. All humor was gone from his face in an instant, in its place a curious and hopeful spark.

Chloe pulled away a fraction, her hand still on his almost too warm cheek and let her eyes wander over his face from the stubble on his chin to his dark eyes and long lashes. "Lucifer I…"

A shrill ring broke the silence making the two jump, Lucifer stepping back and staring in contempt at the heavens. "Damn it all to hell!"

Chloe reached for her phone and answered quickly, her mind scrambled as she tried to watch Lucifer and listen to the call. The former was pacing around looking uncertain and frazzled, a look she hadn't seen before and wasn't sure if she liked or not. By the time she ended the call it was like nothing had happened, his hands were stuffed into his pockets and he was looking at her expectantly.

"What new case awaits us? People to punish and all, lets go. Chop chop."

She nodded slowly still trying to figure out what was happening between last night and this morning. "Let me get dressed and before you ask no, I don't need any help. I'll meet you in the car."

"If you insist," he replied with a small bow and a lecherous grin. After turning she heard him softly singing, "As heads is tails just call me Lucifer 'cause I'm in need of some restraint."