A/N: Sorry for this one being so short. This whole story started as a humorous one shot so it is taking me awhile to decide where to go with it. Still have no idea! Just to clarify, I'm basing Maze and Lucifer's relationship a little along the lines of what I hear the comics are like but sticking more to the show. Dan is going to have to pay up at some time. Whatever shall it be? Reviews are most welcome!

"For the LAST time Maze, we are not killing Daniel." Lucifer lounged on the sofa as Maze prowled around the penthouse. "Angel remember?" He emphasized. He and Maze had been up all night coming up with, well trying to come up with a game plan.

"I didn't say kill him Lucifer." Maze threw her hands up in frustration. "I merely suggested him taking a trip on a leaking raft in the middle of the Pacific. Gets us around Dad's pesky little rule.

"And what exactly does getting rid of the douche solve? Besides upsetting the detective and her offspring?"

Maze ticked fingers off of her hand. "Ummm…It distracts her, she's no longer looking in to us. And as a bonus, your rival is out of the way and you get to comfort the detective at her oh so horrible loss." Maze looked pleased at her plan as she flung herself down on the couch, placing her head in Lucifer's lap.

"The douche, a rival? Honestly Mazikeen." Lucifer shook his head but started to run his fingers through her hair.

"It's …"

Lucifer tightened his grip on her hair and looked down, forcing her to look at him. "No."

"Alright Lucifer." Maze backed down. "Maybe it's time to go home," she said softly, reaching up to stroke his face. "We can come back again, in a few centuries. We've had our fun." Lucifer tensed and pushed her hand away gently. "Fine then," Maze snapped at him. "What's your grand plan?"

Lucifer stood up and went behind the bar. "I'm working on it. Thanks to you, Daniel owes me a favor; we're just going to have to make use of it. In the meantime, I think it best you focus on finding me MY WINGS MAZIKEEN." The bottle of scotch Lucifer had been holding shattered on the other side of the penthouse. The anger he had been holding in started to boil over and he knew his eyes had started to flame. Regaining control over his emotions he calmly reached for another bottle and poured himself a glass. Taking a swig he looked up and made a running motion with his fingers. "Well go on then my dear. Put those excellent skills of yours to use on the miscreant that dared to take them."

Maze sauntered over to him and swiped the glass he was drinking from. Taking a swig herself she held his stare just a moment too long as her demon face slipped into view. Putting the glass down she moved passed him. Only the chime of the elevator confirmed the fact that she was gone.

"Demons" Lucifer muttered into his glass. "Always so bloody dramatic."

"Well they learned from the best."

Lucifer let out a sigh and rolled his eyes.

"Brother."