A/N: Back again with another oneshot. In fact, there is another coming soon which I am currently working on, which will follow on from this. I was searching for oneshot prompts on pinterest and wrote a few I liked down in my notebook. This was one of the number I liked and thought I could write something for. Also, I wanted to take a brief pause from writing angst because, let's face it, angst is the last thing we want since most (if not all) of us are still recovering from the series 4 finale. But, on the bright side, there's going to be a series 5!

Also, I want to thank my good friend for the title. I don't speak German (or any other language actually) and finding a title in English was a hardship since everything sounded wrong or just weird. To me, it definitely sounds better in German than it does in English :)

Enjoy! and I shall see you all soon with the second part.

He hadn't heard from her since she had left the precinct that afternoon saying that she was going to go over some of the photographs from their case at home, trying to piece together any missing links that were preventing them from making progress. He had asked once if she wanted him to come over to help, but she had told him that she was fine to do it herself. Truth be told, part of him had been somewhat relieved at her answer; he had never been a fan of the more mundane tasks of an investigation, more preferring the parts where they got to chase down their suspects. However, he would help when he could if it was what she desired. Afterall, what was the Devil good for if not for helping to fulfil people's desires; he couldn't resist. Especially when they were hers.

He would be lying if he said that a small part of him didn't miss her when they went their separate ways. They had begun to get close again, now that she knew the truth and had finally come around to accepting him, so they had started spending more time outside of the precinct together than they usually had.

Which was why he was now on his way to her apartment, despite saying initially that he would leave her to it. Because of the case they had been landed with, they hadn't had much time to see each other socially. After each long working day, they would head back to their respective homes with the promise to see the other in the morning. It felt too much like their routine had during the days when he hadn't been sure if she would ever truly accept him for who he really was. So, a few hours after having returned to his penthouse, realising that there was nothing that needed his immediate attention, Lucifer decided that he would put aside the inevitable boredom of searching through evidence and help the Detective at her apartment. After all, two heads were better than one and, the sooner they solved this case, the sooner they could get back to spending more time with each other outside of their working partnership.

He knocked on her door, waiting a moment for her to open up and let him inside. When she didn't come, he knocked again. Still nothing. She had probably just gone out to one of the local stores or something, needing to take a break from the tedious work she was doing.

Deciding, therefore, that waiting inside for her would be much better than waiting outside, Lucifer unlocked the door in a click and made his way into the apartment.

He shut the door behind him and immediately started to go through the Detective's cupboards, picking out a mug for himself. He was about to start raiding her fridge for snacks when he heard a faint groan in the direction of the living area.

"Hello?" Lucifer called, walking over to the sofa. "Detective?"

As he approached the sofa, he saw the familiar figure of the Detective curled up on the sofa, case files and photographs askew on the coffee table and the floor beside her. She was asleep.

Lucifer smiled gently at her, walking round to the front of the sofa, peering down at her as he brushed the fallen hair away from her eyes. It was a tell-tale sign of how tired she was that she hadn't awoken when he had either knocked or entered the apartment. He knew that she had been working hard lately – not that she didn't always, but the lack of evidence and leads that they had to go on for this case meant that they, well she in particular, had been working harder than usual.

Deciding that it was best to let her continue napping, Lucifer began to pick up the stray papers and pictures, putting them back into the folder that lay on the floor by the edge of the sofa, and putting the completed file on the coffee table. He knew he would probably get an earful later about things being out of order or whatnot, but he figured it was better than the offspring stumbling across some gruesome crime scene photo when she returned with Daniel later on that afternoon, if by that time her mother was still asleep.

Once the case file had been dealt with, Lucifer quietly headed upstairs coming back down with one of the Detective's favourite blankets, carefully resting it on top of her, making sure to pull it up and over her shoulders. He couldn't resist smiling at her as she unconsciously pulled the blanket tighter, shifting only slightly before settling again.

Part of him wanted to stay with her, at least until she awoke, and even after if he was honest with himself. But another part of him felt awkward loitering around her apartment whilst she slept. He wasn't sure what to do with himself. He considered making her (and her offspring, when she returned) something for dinner, but knew the sound of the stove would wake her, and if there was one thing that he knew the Detective needed right now it was some well-earned rest.

So, instead, he dived into his inside pocket, pulling out a few bank notes and a small note pad he barely remembered was in there, before grabbing a pen from the pot on the side and writing a small note for when the Detective awoke, saying that he hadn't wanted to wake her and that dinner for her and her offspring was on him.

Placing both the bank notes (which he knew would be more than enough for one takeaway meal for two) and the note on the breakfast bar, Lucifer looked back over at the sofa where his sleeping Detective lay, before heading out of the apartment, making sure that he closed the door quietly behind him.