Chloe grabs her phone before it finishes the first ring, "Dan! Where have you been for the past week?"

From his end, Dan looks at Linda and receives an encouraging nod, "Sorry, Chloe, I had to go with Maze to track someone down. She needed a badge."

Chloe nods, "Okay, but Trixie and I were worried. It's been..."

He closes his eyes in regret as he hears her voice shake, "I should have told you, I know. Hey, how about I pick you up? I wanted to talk to you about this, um, case. Could use your insight."

She shrugs and, while he can't hear that, he can hear her smile through the phone, "I'd like that."

Dan smiles back, "Great. I'll swing by in ten minutes. Meet me outside?"

"Sure," she agrees.

She hangs up the phone and fidgets with the sleeve of her shirt for a minute. Dan sounded strange. Wonder what's going on with this case.

A few blocks away, Dan nods to Linda, "We'll meet you there."

She smiles and touches his arm, "You're a great friend, Dan. To both of them."

He shrugs, "Not sure she'll see it that way, but thanks."

The doctor smiles, "She will. Eventually."

Dan stands up with a pained look on his face, "We'll see."

He drives to the station and Chloe climbs into the car, "So, tell me about this case," she says as he pulls away from the curb.

Dan shrugs and shoots her a quick look, "It was a, uh, case of mistaken identity. Who we found wasn't...what I expected."

She frowns then glares at him, "You're hiding something Dan. What did you do?" She growls, "Were you even with Maze? I haven't seen her in a week, either."

A deep breath...pause...and her eyes widen as it dawns on her, "You were looking for..." she stops as tears well. She looks out the car window and realizes where they appear to be going. "Why didn't you tell me?" Chloe angrily scrubs a tear as it trickles down her face, "Did you...?"

He nods, "Yeah, Chloe. We found him. He's back." He notices she's about to speak and he cuts her off, "And you need to listen to him."

"Since when are you in the Lucifer Morningstar fan club?" she snarls. "He LEFT, Dan. Without a word. Without a note or any reason. Gone. I think he made it pretty clear..."

"He really IS The Devil, Chloe," Dan says quietly.

" What ?" comes the hoarse whisper from the passenger seat.

He nods, "It's true. He proved it to me and he'll prove it to you, too."

She shakes her head, "I don't understand. How...?"

Dan coughs a harsh laugh, "Maze showed up in my apartment a week ago. Middle of the night. Ranting about how she needed my help to find him. She...um...well, she's really a demon. Anyway, it took us a couple of days, but we found him in Carmel and convinced him to come back." He shoots her a look, "For you."

"What does that even mean?" she hisses. "For me?"

"He's in love with you, Chloe. Just as much as you're in love with him," he answers.

She shakes her head, "Dan..."

He holds up one hand as he continues to drive, "It's okay. I didn't lie when I said that who we found wasn't who I expected. He's the guy you know, Chloe. A rich nightclub owner with a taste for scotch and the attention span of a housefly. His last job doesn't really matter, does it?"

Chloe narrows her eyes at her ex-husband, "He hit you with his eye voodoo thing, didn't he?"

"What?" he answers. "No! I mean, not since before he...no."

"Before he what, Dan?" she insists.

He swallows heavily as he turns into the parking garage under Lux, "That's his story to tell. And he will. Just...promise you'll hear him out."

She frowns, blue eyes darkening suspiciously, "What are you getting out of this favor for him, Dan?" she demands.

He parks the car then turns to give her a long look before taking her hand, "Your happiness." He exits the car then comes around to help her out, actively ignoring the shaking of her hand in his.

She licks her lips and looks him in the eye, "I don't think I can do this, Dan."

He nods encouragement, "You can . I'll be with you. Linda's here, too. Just in case..."

"In case what?" she asks as she stops walking.

Dan shuffles his feet, "It may be...frightening... He..."

"He what?" she prods.

"His eyes...when he, um...shows you...it's hard to explain," he stammers.

"Dan..." she takes a step back.

"Lucifer won't hurt you, Chloe. Or Trixie. Ever." The hesitation doesn't leave her face so he takes a step forward to take her other hand, "He died for you, Chloe. Twice. I was going to let him tell you about it, but..."

"He...WHAT?" she whispers. "If he's...how can he..."

"I'm seriously going to let him be the one to tell you the details, but don't you think he deserves for you to hear him out?" Dan reasons.

Tears stream down her face freely as she scrubs a shirtsleeve over her cheek. She nods quickly, "Okay." Her eyes widen as her grip on his hand grows stronger, "You'll stay?"

Dan wraps his arms around his ex-wife now best friend and draws her into a warm hug, "Absolutely."

Lucifer paces around his flat, nervously adjusting his cuffs. He looks at Linda, "Are they coming?"

She smiles and nods as she approaches him, "Yes, Lucifer. Calm down. They're on their way up."

He tries to smile but fails miserably. "Good. That's...good."

Azrael laughs, "I confess I'm excited to meet this human who has my brother so worked up."

The elevator dings and Lucifer swallows heavily, "You're about to." Wide, dark eyes stare as the elevator door opens and Chloe steps out.

She tries to step back but Dan is right behind her. He takes her hand and gives it a squeeze, "I'm right here, he whispers."

She turns her head and gives him a nervous nod, "Thanks," she whispers. He smiles in response and begins to walk forward, gently pulling her along.

Feeling somewhat like a lamb going to slaughter, Chloe looks around and gives Linda a half smile. The psychiatrist smiles encouragingly.

Chloe turns her gaze to Lucifer, He looks nervous , she muses. Why? Standing next to him is a petite blonde. Sporting a ring on That Finger that seems strikingly similar to the on Lucifer's right hand. She stops moving forward and narrows her eyes, Dan didn't say he...

Her thoughts are interrupted when the woman flashes a blinding smile at Lucifer, "She's lovely, brother." Chloe is startled when the woman steps forward and wraps her in a warm hug. "Hi, Chloe. I'm Azrael, Lucifer's sister."

Chloe steps back out of her embrace while giving her an up and down look, "Sister?" Her gaze falls on Lucifer then jumps back to Azrael, "So...you're...a...um..."

Azrael gives a kind smile, "Yes, dear. I'm an angel as well." She gestures toward her brother, "But, you're not here to see me." She points to the bar, "I'll just go over there."

The detective nods, "Um...okay," then she looks up at Lucifer, clear blue eyes glassing over with unshed tears.

Lucifer looks down and shuffles his feet, then nervously gives a quick half-bow in her direction, "Detective," he says softly.

Her eyes travel over him, while he stands there looking better than he really has a right to. Chloe feels her anger rising and raises her chin to look him square in the eye.

"Say something? Please?" he asks with a pleading look on his face.

Chloe squares her shoulders and stomps past him toward the balcony, "Outside. Now," she growls.

Lucifer stuffs his hands in his pockets, lowers his chin and obediently follows her outside.

Azrael raises her eyebrows and looks at Dan, "She seems unhappy to see him."

Dan tries not to smile sympathetically over his friend's plight, "Chloe just needs to..."

"Bastard!" comes a shout from the balcony, followed by the unmistakable sound of a hand slapping a face.

Dan cringes, "That," he continues.

Azrael smiles and nods her approval, "This Chloe has quite the temper. Good."

Out on the balcony, Lucifer takes his lick like a big boy and rubs the red mark on his cheek. "I deserve that," he agrees.

"You're damned right you do," she snarls. "You GHOSTED me! I...we...I thought...and...then I found out you...DAMMIT!"

"I'm sorry...Chloe," he says quietly. His dark eyes black with emotion as he tries to convey the depth of his sorrow. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

She barks a harsh laugh and throws her arms up, "What DID you mean to do? What did you think would happen?"

Lucifer sighs heavily, "I thought my Father..."

Chloe's face turns red, "I don't want to hear ONE MORE FUCKING WORD about your DAMNED FATHER!"

She raises her hand to slap him again and he catches her by the wrist and looks down, "I deserved one , darling. No more."

Chloe struggles but he holds her tight, dark eyes holding her gaze as leans forward to place a gentle kiss on the inside of her wrist at the pulsepoint.

A breath rattles out of her as she shivers. "I needed you, Lucifer," she hisses as he closes his eyes to leave another kiss. Her shoulders shake as she starts to cry.

"I know, love," he soothes as he pulls her close. "It's alright." He kisses the top of her head, "I hope you can forgive me," he says quietly. "Please," whispered like a prayer close to her ear. He holds her until she squirms against him to be let go. Instead of leaving his arms, she simply leans back and looks up at him, "Dan...um...said that you were...(snif)...you have something to show me?"

Can she feel my heart racing? He wonders even as he nods, "I...do. If you...if you are willing, that is."

She frowns as she reaches up to touch his cheek, "What am I going to see, Lucifer? You already said no horns or tail," she smirks. "I think that about covers the usual descriptions. Cloven hooves?"

He chuckles as he looks down and wiggles his foot, "Hardly, darling. My Louboutins wouldn't stay on, and I am rather fond of them." He strokes her hair and sighs, "Simply like the worst burn victim you've ever seen. It's quite horrific."

He waves a hand to gesture to his eyes, "These light up."

She raises her eyebrows, "Light up? Like...glow with light and all that?"

Lucifer shakes his head, "Sort of. Simply a reflection of the Hellfire at my command."

Chloe gives his eyes a closer look, "Fire? You have flaming eyeballs?" He nods and she looks closer, "show me," she whispers.

And he does. Slowly.

"Wow," she breathes as her fingertips touch his cheekbone. "Does it hurt?" He shakes his head as she continues to stare. "Can you see? I mean, normally?"

He smiles, "It does not hurt and, no, it doesn't really change how I see normally. Perhaps enhances auras a bit, but nothing more than that."

"Auras?" she asks.

Lucifer nods, "Yes. You humans...glow, if you will. How to explain this?" he pauses to think. "Human souls radiate energy of a sort. Life. The nature of that energy manifests itself as...sort of a light. Think about the expression you humans have around someone having a "black" soul. Black does not reflect light. It's dark. Seeing like this also makes it easier to detect when humans are lying."

Chloe nods in understanding, "That makes sense." She cocks her head, "So...when you look at me...?" she starts to ask and blushes intensely.

"Blinding light, darling," he murmurs as he leans to brush her lips with his. "Pure and beautiful," he purrs as he kisses her.

Her arms go around his neck and she opens her mouth to accept him. A soft groan rumbles from deep in his throat as his arms wrap completely around her. After a long minute, they part for air and she strokes the hair on the back of his head while she looks in his eyes, "Show me the rest," she says.

He nods obediently, "Very well." His arms loosen around her, "Do you wish...to step back?" he asks nervously.

"Do I need to? Do you..." she gestures at his general person, "flame up or something like your eyes?"

He chuckles and shakes his head, "No. I don't turn into an Inhuman Torch like in that superhero film we watched with Beatrice."

Chloe smiles and settles herself against him, "Then I'm fine right here," she confirms.

Lucifer closes his eyes and drops the glamour, wincing as he feels and hears her gasp in surprise.

"Lucifer..." she whispers hoarsely.

I knew it , his heart drops and he moves to release her but is surprised when she holds him fast.

"Open your eyes," she says softly. "Please...look at me."

He takes a deep breath and complies, the air promptly leaving him as he sees the love and concern reflected in her shining blue eyes.

"Does...does that hurt?" she asks, her voice shaking.

He smiles softly, "Not really. Not any more at least," he clarifies.

She carefully reaches up to touch his face, exploring the damage. "You're not flaming or anything but you are a bit warmer like this," she notices. She smirks, "Good to know for cold nights."

"Well, Detective, it's not as if Los Angeles actually gets ..." he stops and looks at her with wide eyes, glamour returning, "Does this mean you..." he pauses to huff a soft breath. "You...forgive me?"

She nods, "Conditionally."

Lucifer stiffens as his eyebrows come down, "What would you ask of The Devil, Detective?"

Her fingers play idly with the collar of his shirt, "First and foremost, you have to explain to me why you left and promise to never up and disappear again."

He nods, "Very well. You said "first," what else do you desire?"

Chloe's hand opens to cover the side of his head and she lightly scratches his scalp beneath his curls, "Talk to me when you're...feeling things. Whatever it is. You're not alone, anymore, Lucifer."

Wide, dark eyes blink then close as he leans forward to rest his forehead on hers, "I will do my best, Det...Chloe. But I will ask you to be patient."

She hums a smile, "As long as you keep trying."