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The temperature in Lux rose several degrees, and from her spot at the bar Maze could feel the danger radiating off of her boss. She looked up from the drink she was pouring and saw that he was still at his piano, but now his human pet was with him. Maze had spent millennia by Lucifer's side and could read him like an open book, recent behavior notwithstanding. She could tell by the tense of his shoulders that he was angry. Very, very angry. She shoved the drink at the customer and made her way to Lucifer.

His eyes were burning red and his nostrils were flared. His hand clenched his drink so tight Maze was surprised it hadn't shattered. To her surprise, the human wasn't cowering in fear; instead, she looked satisfied about something. Maze wanted to believe that Lucifer's rage was directed at the detective, but she knew she wasn't that lucky. The two were staring at each other with some sort of grim understanding.

"Boss," Maze said, wanting to touch his shoulder but not daring at the moment. "VIP room is empty."

Lucifer exhaled through his nose, understanding Maze's intent. His anger was too close to simmering over and he could not be in the middle of his crowed club if it happened. He jerked his head in an approximation of a nod, standing swiftly and heading to the stairs. Chloe followed.

He entered the room, still fuming. People did not mess with things that were his. Mine? he thought. Since when are the detective and her spawn mine?

Chloe didn't give him time to search for an answer. She was in full detective mode, probably as a defense mechanism. "There was no note, but a partial was lifted from her door. I was in the back talking to Dan and I didn't hear anything. It was only five minutes and she was gone." Her voice was admirably calm. Lucifer knew, though, that she was only barely hanging on.

He let out a breath, forcing himself to calm down. "That's all?" he asked, following her lead and distancing himself from the personal aspect of the case. "How did they get in? No note, no call?"

The detective shook her head. "Nothing. I haven't received a call, and there were no broken windows or busted doors."

Lucifer nodded, staring somewhere over her shoulder as he thought. It wasn't out of the realm of possibility that someone would kidnap the child of a police officer as revenge, but he couldn't help thinking there was more to this. Her association with him made her a target for….other things, loath as he was to admit it. After all, every angel in existence was currently pissed at him, not to mention other creatures who may hold a grudge. He began pacing, attempting to think of anyone who may be currently mad enough at him to kidnap his detective's child. "Detective, have any strange things happened to you or the small human lately?" he asked.

She looked unimpressed. "Like hanging out with the devil, you mean?" she retorted, voice dripping with sarcasm. He couldn't help smirking a little. "Yes, the obvious aside. Any odd people or strange events?"

She frowned a little, taking his question seriously. "We did have a perp who was a little strange the other day," she said, trying to remember details.

"Strange how? This is LA, love," Lucifer pressed. Chloe rolled her eyes, the no shit left unspoken. "It was a girl, maybe nineteen? She looked pretty goth, which isn't that unusual, but she had a tattoo around her eye," Chloe described. "It wasn't just that, though. She gave off this kind of…vibe. Kind of like you do."

Lucifer's insides froze. It didn't even occur to him to tease the detective about admitting he had a vibe. Chloe had just perfectly described the embodiment of Death. "Did she wear a necklace?" he asked, desperately hoping he was wrong. Whether the girl had anything to do with Trixie, his detective meeting Death was not good. Chloe searched her memory of the collar. "Yeah, she did. Why, is that important?"

Lucifer turned away from her, his hand going to his mouth. This was not good. It was bad enough that he had angels popping into his life with annoying frequency, he did not need an Endless mucking around. As much as he didn't want to tell Chloe who she likely arrested, he couldn't keep this a secret. She deserved to know, if only so she could be wary of meeting her again. He turned back to her. "It seems, love, that you have met Death."

Chloe stared. "Like, actual Death? Capital D?" Meeting the fallen angel Lucifer in LA was one thing, but come on.

Lucifer only nodded. "I'm afraid so. What she was doing here I haven't a clue, let alone getting arrested. Sloppy is not like her."

The detective let out a breath that was not quite a sigh. "Death is a girl, and you know her. Why am I not surprised?" Her sassy response elicited a small smirk out Lucifer despite the circumstances. "Honestly, she is not usually one to appear to mortals, let alone commit a crime," he explained. "What did you get her for, anyway?"

"That's part of the weird," Chloe said. "Someone called in saying there was a girl arguing on the street."

Lucifer looked incredulous. "And? That's all?"

"No," Chloe said, glaring. "She was arguing with nothing. There was no one there. When a bystander tried to approach her she hit him."

"Arguing with nothing, hmm?" Lucifer pondered. This whole thing was very strange. "It's likely there was someone or something there that humans couldn't see," he said. "I still don't know why anyone could see her. Usually that only happens when your soul is passing on."

Chloe seemed to be taking all of this in stride. "Do you think she had anything to do with Trixie?" Her voice cracked on her daughter's name. Lucifer shook his head, frowning thoughtfully. "I can't imagine why she would. Interfering with living mortals is not her cup of tea." The detective took him at his word. Still, she couldn't let a mystery go, even if it had nothing to do with her current horrible situation. "I am curious about who she was arguing with, though," she said.

"That is indeed a good question, detective," Lucifer agreed. "Back to business, though. I need to look at your house." Chloe only nodded, having expected that he would want to visit the crime scene. She swallowed the sudden lump in her throat. Other supernatural freakiness aside, this was the first time she was really glad to have the devil on her side. Some deep part of her that she couldn't explain trusted Lucifer. When he said he would help she knew he meant it, and when his eyes had burned with the fires of hell she had almost felt sorry for whoever had done this to her child. Only almost, though. Whatever punishment Lucifer had in mind, this time she wasn't sure she would stop him.