Lucifer was feeling overly proud of himself. He had gotten back into the detective's good graces. Life was back to as close to normal as it could get. She was calling him more and more for cases, laughed at his silly jokes (told just for the purpose of seeing her smile, if he was being honest) and rolled her eyes when she thought he was being overly flamboyant. However, Lucifer just couldn't shake the feeling that she was holding back, that something was missing. There was a small, annoying thing that was off between them, like a splinter deep in your finger that you knew was there but just couldn't get to. He had been acting at his utmost best, being kind and attentive, gentlemanly and unobtrusive (well as much as he could). No matter how he tried to shake it, write it off as paranoia, that same thought crept into his mind every evening after the day's events.

Lucifer was mulling over the many reasons for it that particular feeling when he suddenly felt a slight shift in the paradigm of the normal atmosphere of his penthouse, so slight that only he, with his heightened, supernatural senses, picked it up. Someone was behind him. Lucifer launched himself out of the plush chair and spun only to find himself face to face with…."Dad!?"

"Hello, Lucifer." God was as impeccable as ever, this time going all out in the purity department with a 3 piece shockingly white on white suit. Something that not many could pull off, but on God himself looked, well, perfect. "Raiding my closet, Dad? That really is more of a summer look," Lucifer said snarkily. His father just gave him a slight smile and replied, "Good to see you again, too, Son, but this is not a social visit." Lucifer raised his eyebrows and with a slight chuckle said, "Uh-huh, well, I suppose you have a job for me then? Who am I tracking down for you; Hitler, Jeffrey Dahmer, Walt Disney?" "No, no one that high-profile. You did a good job of locking down securely Hell's most major players. This is just an average human that seemed to slip through the cracks during all the chaos of the initial break. His name is Simon, Simon Blackwell."

"Surely one insignificant human soul doesn't garner enough attention to have me hunt him down. What did he do?" Lucifer inquired with a hint of suspicion. "Nothing that matters, he just needs to be found and incarcerated back in Hell as soon as possible," his father replied. "Well, okay, but again, seems like a lot of fuss for one little human. I…" Lucifer started to argue. "We had a deal, Son," his father cut him off. "One I thought you agreed to uphold. You aren't backing out now are you?" Lucifer stared at his father, not withholding the mistrust showing on his face. "Fine, a deal's a deal…especially one with the devil. Any idea where this Simon chap might be? I mean you are all-seeing aren't you? You could at least give me a hint, a place to start my search possibly," Lucifer spat acidly. "All I can tell you is he is hiding out somewhere in L.A." his father offered.

"Oh great, well that should be easy, it's such a small place and all," Lucifer said rolling his eyes. "Well, maybe you can ask your detective friend to lend a hand," God replied with a slight smile tickling his lips. Lucifer was half turned away to pour himself another drink, when he froze at the mention of the detective. "I told you to leave her out of this," he said low and deadly. "I will not be endangering the detective. She is in peril enough as it is dealing with the living human scum of this city. I will not bring her on board to track down the worst of the dead," Lucifer ground out between clenched teeth. He would never even remotely allow her to get anywhere near involved with this 'deal' between him and his father. "Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear?" he turned slowly, punctuating each word so his father understood just how serious he was. God raised both hands up, palms out. "It was only a suggestion, Son. However, your reaction goes a long way in letting me know how deep your feelings go for Chloe." Lucifer looked down trying to contain himself. He wanted to wipe that smug smile off of his father's face as violently as possible. How dare he even speak of what was between himself and the detective! He knew nothing of their relationship and if he thought he was getting close to winning, well he had better think again!

Lucifer's eyes flamed crimson as his head rose slowly up to his father, and he opened his mouth to let him know exactly what he thought about his opinion of the situation, but God was gone. An ethereal, "Let me know when you find him," was left floating on the air." Lucifer turned and finished pouring his glass of brandy. "Well, great," he mumbled to himself, "I guess now's the time to go talk with Amendiel. He's going to really love this." Lucifer downed his drink in one deep swallow and headed for the elevator door.