Disclaimer: I do not own Lucifer the television show or the comic book series.

London, England,

He wanted to call her. He really did. But he didn't want to have that conversation in the crowded airport, and he could not get any service during his ride. And after 10 hours in the air, he was too exhausted to try to call her once he arrived at the large white estate in Wentworth. And now that he was home, well, at the house, he let himself collapse onto the silver colored couch. Despite the various excuses he kept telling himself, his cell phone felt as heavy as a brick, weighing down Lucifer's pocket.

He saw the beautiful black grand piano in the corner of the common room, but could not muster enough energy or willpower to go and play. The same strange force kept him from grabbing a bottle of wine of the large rack on the other side of the room.

Despite recent events, Lucifer could not end his desire to call Chloe, to hear her voice, to tell her everything. But he knew that was not an option. At least not for now. So he painstakingly read every single text and listened to every single voicemail even though it broke his heart a little bit each time.

Eyes growing weary, Lucifer traced the edges of his cell phone with his fingertips, eventually letting the device slip out of his hands and into the couch. He closed his eyes and did the same, falling into a deep, deep sleep.

—Line Break—

When Lucifer finally awoke, he squeezed his eyes together so tightly as to not let a single bit of light in. He pulled himself up off the couch, and after taking a look at his watch realized that it was much later than he would have liked. Now, he is a bit behind schedule.

He trudged upstairs, in hopes he would find something appropriate to wear. Lucifer had not bothered to pack before he left L.A., he simply took what was on him and told Patrick to box up whatever he left behind.

Now dearly missing his Armani and Prada clothing, he stifled through the wardrobe, and eventually decided on a not to shabby looking grey sweater and some dark slacks.

Whilst freshening up, Lucifer winced in the mirror when he saw a few curls break loose from his hair.

"Might as well look the part," Lucifer muttered to himself.

Once he was fully prepared for the day, Lucifer walked to the garage to make his pick of vehicle. Lucifer reached up and selected the pair of keys before going off on his merry way.

Driving past the sign that proudly stated Oakham School, Lucifer parked in the nearest lot. After making a very convincing phone call, Lucifer got out of his vehicle to wait.

Lucifer stood leaning against his recently acquired luxury car, watching as the teenage girl approached him. Her dark hair matched both his and the color of the vehicle. Her rather pale face showed signs of worry, and she rushed to meet him.

"Lucifer!" She gasped. "What are you doing here? Is everything all right?"

Lucifer smirked. "Elaine, aren't you happy to see me?"

"Of course, but Principal Victoria said there was a family emergency-"

"It's a nice day, so I thought we might go out for lunch," Lucifer shrugged.

Elaine rolled her eyes and took a calming breath. "So, no emergency?"

"I don't know, I mean, I am getting pretty hungry," Lucifer whined.

Elaine put a hand on her side. "You want to come have lunch in the cafeteria?" she asked.

"You're hilarious," Lucifer snorted. "I think we should skip your afternoon classes and get some real food,"

"Skip class?" Elaine echoed.

"We both know missing one afternoon will not harm your excellent 4.0 grade point, so why not?" Lucifer shrugged.

"Fine," Elaine grinned, getting into the passenger seat. "I'm still surprised you managed to convince the principal that you were Michael,"

Lucifer shrugged as he buckled his seatbelt. "Well, we do sound rather similar,"

"Only because you and my father are identical twins," Elaine smirked.

"We are not identical," Lucifer huffed.

"Same eyes, same face, same hair," Elaine listed.

Lucifer rolled his eyes. "Which all look better on me anyway,"

Elaine giggled. "So, where to?"

Los Angelos, California,

When Maze woke up in bed, she was not alone. That was not unusual. Her bedfellow was not either. What was unusual and unsetting to Maze was that they were both fully clothed. Slowly the previous day's events came back to her. Chloe's poisoning, Lucifer's trip to Hell and back, and Charlotte's sacrifice. Maze remembered how Amenadiel had offered to drive her home, and how she accepted. And how that lead to her now being cuddled up against his chest like a cute little demon. Maze wanted to forget about last night, and pretend that she had no need to be comforted, but having him next to her was actually, nice.

Or at least, nice until her roommate decided it was a good time to interrupt.

"Maze!" Chloe called. "Where's Lucifer?" she asked through the door.

"Have you tried Lux? You know, that place he lives," Maze yawned.

Chloe burst through the door. "Seriously Maze! He isn't at Lux, he won't answer my calls or texts, and no one else has-"

The LAPD officer ended her rant when she noticed Amenadiel still asleep next to Maze. "Oh. Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt anything,"

"You didn't," Maze whispered, gently getting up and wrapping the rest of the blanket around him. She stood up and walked with Chloe into the common area. "So what is this about Lucifer?"

"He's gone," Chloe told her. "It's like he just disappeared into thin air,"

"Don't worry too much Chloe," Maze tried to assure her. "Lucifer never stays AWOL for long,"

"Really?" Chloe asked.

Maze nodded. "Yep, so why don't you go get Trix ready for school and I'll work on getting ahold of him,"

Chloe sighed in some form of relief. "Okay then, thanks Maze,"

Maze gave her a farewell nod and headed back to her room. She knelt down close to Amenadiel and gently stroked his face. "Amenadiel," she whispered.

"Yes Maze?" Amenadiel mumbled, eye's still closed.

"We need to go find your idiot brother,"

The Morningstar's London Estate,

"You sure that you have everything you need for the night?" Lucifer asked as they entered the dwelling.

Elaine nodded. "I've got it all either in my backpack or my room, I'm fine,"

As the two entered the family room, they spotted Michael sitting next to the fireplace. He was Lucifer's twin in almost every physical way. The only evident changes in appearance where his curlier hair and more gently fashion choices.

"Lucifer? Elaine, why aren't you at school?" Michael questioned.

"Why? Unhappy to see me, Dad?" Elaine snapped.

Michael sighed. "I didn't mean it like that-"

"Sure," Elaine huffed. She turned to tell Lucifer goodnight before dashing upstairs.

Michael than turned his attention to his brother. "What are you doing here Lucifer?"

Lucifer shrugged. "Well, I do technically own this house, so I thought, why not actually stay for a night,"

"So this is just a one night visit?" Michael asked.

Lucifer sighed. "I don't know,"

"Well, if you decided to stay, I could use your help with a bit of a problem," Michael murmured.

"And what would that be?" Lucifer asked, now interested.

"It's Dad," Michael sighed. "He's missing,"

Wow, what a chapter. This story will be heavily influenced by both the comics and my imagination, though you don't really need to understand either to enjoy the story. So please leave a review telling me what you thought about the chapter. Thanks ~AzulaTano.