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Chloe sat on the floor of her bathroom, holding the all too familiar plastic stick in her hands. Two tiny pink lines stared back at her. Almost taunting her. Chloe couldn't believe this was happening. How could she have been so fucking stupid!
Chloe still remembered the night a few weeks ago that had gotten her into this mess. It was after the corrupt warden, Perry Smith, the man responsible for her father's murder, was allowed to walk free.
Chloe had gone to Lucifer's penthouse, just as he was about to go to her place. He had bought them both burgers, claiming that he owed her dinner. They ate together in the penthouse. They talked, laughed, then they both began to slowly lean in, faces growing closer.
"Well, I-I got you burgers and fries but I forgot the ketchup." Lucifer commented. "I hate ketchup." Chloe had answered. Lucifer chuckled lightly. "Foolish condiment." Then they kissed. And that kiss eventually led to other things.
Chloe shivered. Remembering the night. But then, a few days later Chloe got poisoned. Then after she mysteriously got the antidote, Lucifer had disappeared. Then two weeks later came back married to a Vegas stripper. No, sorry, exotic dancer, as Lucifer would put it.
He got it annulled almost immediately, but Chloe wasn't sure if that was somehow worse. Either way, that pretty much put a stop to any romance between the two. They had both unconsciously agreed to pretend their night together never happened, and just go on like before.
Well, that was obviously not gonna happen.
Chloe jumped when someone started pounding on the other side of the bathroom door. "Mommy! I need to pee!" Came Trixie's voice, full of urgency.
"Just a second, Monkey!" Chloe called out as she wrapped the pregnancy test in a napkin and stuffed it into her purse. As soon as she opened the door, Trixie pushed past her and shut the door.
Chloe walked over to the kitchen counter and dropped her purse atop it. Maze, Chloe and Trixie's strange-and-sometimes-terrifying roommate, was sitting atop a stool eating cereal that smelled suspiciously like vodka.
"You alright, Decker?" Maze asked, taking in her more than normally pale skin and watery eyes.
"Huh? Yeah, I'm fine." Chloe answered, obviously distracted. Maze didn't prod. She didn't enjoy talking about feelings. It made her nauseous and want to punch someone.
Chloe sat down on a stool across from Maze, and stared into space. Deep in thought. Maze just continued to eat her healthy breakfast, but then she smelled something both odd and familiar. She stopped eating and started sniffing, searching for the smell.
Chloe gave her roommate a strange look. Maze was being weird, but that wasn't anything new. This was the same woman who told everyone that she was a demon from Hell. "Uhh, Maze? What are you...?"
Then it got weirder when Maze had started sniffing her. Maze raised a scarred eyebrow once she had found the source of the smell. She got up and walked over to Chloe and tried to press her nose against her, but Chloe wouldn't allow it.
"Maze! Why are you smelling me?!" Chloe demanded indignantly. She had taken a shower just an hour ago and was wearing fresh clothes. So she couldn't smell bad.
"You smell like Lucifer." Maze said, feeling confused herself.
"Excuse me?" Chloe asked.
"I didn't notice before, but yeah. Why do you smell like Lucifer?"
Chloe stood up and grabbed her purse, getting ready to go once Trixie was done.
"I don't." Chloe said defensively. Maze opened her mouth to argue, but at that moment the eight-year-old got out of the bathroom and ran towards the door, not wanting to be late for school. It was show and tell today. "Come on, mommy!" The girl called out.
"Coming, Trix!" Chloe called back as she walked towards the door, leaving a very confused demon behind.
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Chloe sat nervously at her desk. She was tapping a pen against the desk, trying to get her nerves under control. Lucifer was running late today, which for the first time, Chloe was happy about.
It gave her time to try and put her ducks in a row. Because currently, they were running amuck and derailing everything in sight.
Chloe put her face in her palms and groaned. She still couldn't wrap her head around this. She was having Lucifer Morningstar's kid. The delusional, notorious playboy, nightclub owner, orgy host, self sabotaging, narcissistic, manipulative, daddy issues galore, and did she mention delusional?
God, how was he going to react? He'll probably run off to somewhere that was WAY farther than Vegas. And might not even come back, period. There was no doubt in Chloe's mind that he will take this bad. But the question was, how bad? And, how the hell was she supposed to tell him?
"Hello, Detective." Chloe gasped when she heard Lucifer's cheerful voice. She hadn't noticed him walk up to her. Lucifer gave her an amused smile, but it faltered slightly when he saw her freaked out expression. "Everything okay?" He asked as he handed the detective her morning coffee.
"Yep, everything's fine." Chloe said quickly as she gratefully took the drink.
She steeled her features, hoping that he would drop the subject. Telling him straight up in the middle of the precinct about the pregnancy definitely wasn't the way to go. Chloe almost choked on her coffee when the thought crossed her mind.
Oh god. Pregnancy.
Luckily, Lucifer interrupted her train of thought. "Alright then. Do we have a case yet?"
Chloe sat her drink down before answering. "Actually, yes, we do. Dan and Ella are already there. I've just been waiting on you." Lucifer played with his cuff as he already started making his way to the parking lot. "Lovely, let's get going then!"
Chloe stood up and grabbed her purse. The purse that still held the positive test.
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As Chloe drove her cruiser towards the crime scene, she kept stealing glances of Lucifer. Her partner. And the unknowing father of her unborn child. She tried to picture him with a child, but found it difficult. Every time he was around Trixie, he was always intensely uncomfortable and awkward, despite the little girl's unconditional love for him.
She will never forget the time he tried to make her daughter fetch a toy like a dog. And Chloe had a feeling that his relationship with Trixie was the closest he's ever been to a child. Would it be any different with his own kid? Or would it be worse?
The day they met, he'd told her that he thought children were hideous little creatures, terrible, taxing burdens. Would he feel that way towards this baby?
Chloe debated telling him whether the baby was his, but then decided she would. He had a right to know. It would be wrong not to tell him.
"How do you feel about kids?" Chloe asked. Lucifer raised a brow at the sudden question. "The human or goat verity?"
Chloe rolled her eyes. "Human."
"Well, like I said before Detective, they are terrible, taxing burdens that always make things less fun."
Chloe nodded stiffly. That's what she thought. They drove in silence for several minutes, until Chloe got the nerve to say, "Hey, Lucifer? Could I come by your penthouse later? There's something we need to talk about."
Lucifer smirked mischievously, obviously misunderstanding her intentions. "I'll have to cancel a threesome with the Britney's, but of course. My door's always open."
Chloe nodded. She wasn't going to drag this out longer than she had to. She would just have to rip it off like a bandaid. A forever-life-changing bandaid. That can't be too hard, right?
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The crime scene hadn't been anything unusual in Chloe's line of work. A man had been stabbed in the gut in a alley way. There was no murder weapon. And as far as they knew so far, no witnesses. A random pedestrian had come upon the body and called the police. Chloe and Lucifer had spoken to him, but didn't find anything useful. A while later, the toxins report had come in, and didn't show anything unusual.
So, they currently had no leads whatsoever. It was starting to look like one of those cases that couldn't be solved. Chloe hated those cases. Always had and always will.
It was 7:00 PM, and Chloe was currently riding the elevator up to Lucifer's penthouse. From the outside, she looked completely calm, but on the inside, she was a nervous wreck.
She dealt with murderers, psychopaths, rapists, and many more on a daily bases without breaking a sweat, yet now, she felt like she might throw up.
Though that could be morning sickness kicking in. She was a divorced single mother living in an apartment with a roommate who owned a freaking sex swing! And the father of the baby was completely delusional and emotionally constipated.
Chloe took deep breaths, trying to calm down. In a minute she would have to deal with Lucifer's inevitable meltdown, she couldn't afford to have one herself now. All too soon the elevator doors opened. Lucifer was sitting at his piano with a drink in hand. He was playing a tune Chloe couldn't recognize.
He stopped playing when he heard her footsteps behind him. He turned his head and smiled. "Detective, glad you could join me."
A lump formed in Chloe's throat. She wanted nothing more than to jump back into that elevator, but she forced her feet to step forward. "Hey, Lucifer." Chloe felt awkward. Not sure how exactly to break the news.
Something had been off about the Detective all day, Lucifer had noticed. She had seemed distracted. And he'd noticed her glancing at him multiple times. He was hoping it didn't have something to do with them.
Now that he knew her feelings had been a manipulation from dear old dad, he couldn't be with her since she had no real free will. Since none of it was real. It was best if they kept their relationship purely platonic, like it was earlier.
Something was definitely off with the Detective. She seemed to be avoiding his eyes. Looking almost anywhere but him. Lucifer raised an eyebrow. "Detective? You said that we needed to talk?"
Chloe sucked in a breath, steeling herself. "Yeah, I did... Okay, I guess there's really no good way to tell you this, so I'll just show you." Lucifer knitted his eyebrows in curiosity as Chloe searched through her purse.
She then pulled out something wrapped in a napkin. She slowly unwrapped it, then handed the plastic stick to Lucifer. He took it and stared at the thing for a minute. "I don't know what this is." Lucifer said, looking back up at Chloe.
She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "It's a pregnancy test."
Lucifer's eyebrows went up at that, and he looked at it again. He was still very confused. Chloe sighed, knowing that she'd actually have to say it. "It's a positive pregnancy test. I took it this morning." Chloe swallowed, waiting for his reaction.
Lucifer gave her a funny look. "You took a pregnancy test, found out you're not pregnant, and are now telling me?"
Chloe frowned. "No, Lucifer. The test is positive."
"Yes, I heard you." Lucifer stated, obviously misunderstanding the meaning.
"Lucifer, a positive test means I'm pregnant." Chloe said slowly, trying to hold onto the last of her patience.
Lucifer blinked rapidly several times. "Why the bloody hell would that be a positive thing?" Lucifer said incredulously before the implications of this reached his brain.
Then he realized, the Detective was pregnant. And obviously with someone else's child, since angels are infertile. "Oh," Was all Lucifer said. He felt a mixture of odd feelings at that moment. Many that he couldn't name. And many that he refused to acknowledge.
So, she had moved on easily then. Though, Lucifer was no one to judge. He did after all have a threesome with the Britney's scheduled for that night before the Detective had asked to talk.
"Well, I suppose that a congratulations is in order..." Lucifer said. He then felt bitterness among the mixture of feelings. "So, is it Detective Douche's? Or someone else?"
Chloe frowned. "Someone else's." She answered. Lucifer silently ground his teeth. He tried to wear his usual mask of carefree mischief. "Oooh, really? You finally decided to have some fun, eh? So, who was it?"
Chloe watched him quietly for a good minute before saying, "You."
Lucifer was dead silent for about thirty seconds before he broke out laughing. He accidentally dropped the test on the floor and didn't care to pick it back up. He had laughed so hard he had tears. Once he'd calmed down enough to notice Chloe's nothing but serious expression, he frowned slightly.
"Detective, that is literally impossible!" Lucifer exclaimed, trying to hold back more laughter. "Angels are infertile, we cannot procreate with mortals."
Chloe's deadpan look turned into a glare. "Could you please just drop the devil shtick for a minute? This is serious."
"Detective, I assure that none of this is a shtick'." Lucifer made quotation marks with his fingers on the last word. Chloe sighed and rubbed her temple. "Are you trying to tell me that you're infertile?" Chloe asked.
"OBVIOUSLY!" Lucifer shouted.
Chloe made no comment on the yelling. She had expected denial. "Well, looks like you've got at least one good swimmer left." Chloe commented.
Lucifer looked insulted. "They are all more than good, that isn't the problem. The problem is that angels and humans are not physically compatible enough for this to happen!" Lucifer then stood up, grabbed his almost empty glass, and refilled it at the bar. He took a good long sip before continuing. "It most definitely cannot be mine. It must be someone else. Who else have you had sex with recently?"
Chloe's cheeks burned almost red. "Only you. I haven't slept with anyone but you in the last year."
Lucifer gave her a pathetic look. "That is the saddest thing I have ever heard. And coming from an immortal, that's saying something."
Lucifer took another sip of his drink, contemplating this. No, it couldn't possibly be his. So either she was lying, or couldn't remember. "There has to be someone else. Could you have forgotten?"
Now it was Chloe's turn to look insulted. "Yeah, Lucifer, now that I think about it, I could be wrong." Her voice dripped with sarcasm, but Lucifer chose not to hear it.
"See! There you go."
Chloe's eye twitched. She resisted the urge to strangle him. "Lucifer, I'm not asking you for anything-"
"Well, I certainly hope not, considering that it isn't mine."
Chloe took a deep breath before continuing. "I just thought that you had a right to know." After that, Chloe didn't know what else to do or say. Lucifer had obviously gone into complete and utter denial, and she had little chance of pulling him out. He had a therapist, maybe Linda could help him see reason.
And with that, she left Lucifer, and the pregnancy test, alone in the penthouse.
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After the Detective had gone, Lucifer went back to his piano. When he sat down, he saw the test laying on the floor. He reached down and picked it up. He stared at it. Could it be possible....?
No! Absolutely not. It wasn't his. It couldn't be. Which meant that The Detective was either lying or terribly mistaken. Lucifer couldn't help but imagine her with someone else. A faceless man who had created a child with her.
He couldn't name the emotion that ran through him. Or was it multiple? He would need to schedule an appointment with Doctor Linda soon.
Lucifer shook his head. Whatever he was feeling, he didn't like it, and wished for it to stop. Pesky emotions. He dropped the test back to the floor, and played a tune on his piano. He wasn't sure how long he'd been playing when the elevator pinged behind him.
He stopped playing and turned his head to find the demon Mazikeen walking in. More specifically towards the bar. Lucifer raised an eyebrow as she poured herself a drink.
"Not that I am unhappy to see you, but what exactly are you doing here?" Lucifer asked.
"Chloe kicked me out for the night." Maze explained irritably. "Something about me not respecting personal space or whatever."
Lucifer chuckled. He could only imagine how the little sex thug wasn't respecting personal space.
"I wouldn't bother her if I were you. She had learned some very disturbing news this morning." Lucifer told her. Maze looked at the devil quizzically. "What news?" She asked.
There were those pesky emotions again.
"Apparently, the Detective is pregnant."
Maze's eyes widened and her jaw dropped in surprise. "Holy shit! Really?"
Lucifer nodded as he took a swig of his drink. "Oh, yes. She had told me herself a little while ago."
Maze's expression of surprise morphed into one of amusement. "Hah! Way to go, Decker! Looks like she finally got some action!"
"Hmm. Yes. The most amusing part is how she had seemed to believe that the unborn spawn is mine."
Maze was back to being surprised again. "Wait, what? You guys had sex?"
Lucifer nodded in response. "Yes, a few weeks ago. But that isn't the point. The point is, that her thinking it's mine is ridiculous!"
But Maze was no longer listening. Suddenly, she realized why Chloe smelled like Lucifer. It was the only explanation. Maze broke out laughing. Oh boy! Lucifer was screwed!
She was laughing so hard that she almost spilled her drink. Almost.
Lucifer gave her a questioning look.
"Oh, Lucifer. I really hate to break this to you," Maze paused, then chuckled. "Oh, who am I kidding? I'm thrilled to be breaking this to you!" Lucifer looked confused. "But the kid's yours."
It was Lucifer's turn to laugh, but his was with much less enthusiasm and more worry. "I've already been over this with the Detective. It is impossible for a human and celestial to procreate."
"Well, apparently it's possible for you two. I smelled you on her. Or, well, in her."
Lucifer frowned.
"I couldn't figure out why, but apparently this is what it is." Maze stated with certainty.
Lucifer opened his mouth, then closed. Then he repeated the process. Then he got up and started pacing. "No, no, no. You have to be mistaken. It's impossible!" Lucifer exclaimed.
Maze casually refilled her drink as she answered. "Yeah, and it's also impossible for the devil to bleed at the hand of a human, yet here we are."
Lucifer's stomach dropped at that realization. Yes, with any normal human, it was most definitely impossible. But Chloe Decker was no normal human. Somehow, she made him vulnerable, was immune to his mojo, and was created by the direct hands of his father.
Oh.
OH!
His father! Anger boiled Lucifer's blood. This is his father's doing! It had to be! A big bird from the old man. Probably because of his reluctance to send Mum back to Hell.
And if this was true, then that truly meant that the Detective was pregnant with his spawn....
Oh.
Fear suddenly seized his every nerve. If any of this was true, then that meant that he was going to be a...a...
He couldn't even handle thinking of the word. Lucifer found it hard to breath. He didn't even know what that thing inside of her was! Would it be human, or come out with wings or charred red skin, or both! However it came out, it was still his.
Maze looked at her friend, growing slightly worried. "You okay? You look like you're having a panic attack."
"I-I-I..." Lucifer couldn't even answer, he was too panicked. Maybe he was having a panic attack. "I have to go!" Lucifer announced. He practically ran to the elevator. He didn't know where he was going, but all he knew was that he needed to get out. He just needed to go.
He left behind a worried demon and rushed to his corvette. It was rare times like these where he actually missed the ability to fly with his wings. He never had to worry about traffic that way. Unless it was migrating season.
He didn't remember getting there, but a few minutes later he found himself parked outside the Detective's apartment. He didn't even remember deciding to go there. Once he reached the door, he banged on it, probably waking up all the sleeping neighbors. He kept banging until the Detective opened the door.
Before she could even say a word, Lucifer thrust a finger at her abdomen. "Is it mine?" He asked accusingly. Chloe's eyebrows went up. Then she frowned. "Not out here, Lucifer. You're going to wake everyone up!" She gestured for him to come inside, and after a moment's hesitation, he obliged.
Once they were both in the living room, Chloe took Lucifer in. She had never seen him like this. So full of fear and panic. So, apparently the denial was starting to wear off.
"Is it mine?" Lucifer demanded again.
Chloe was glad that Trixie was at Dan's that night. Lucifer definitely would've woken her up. "I already told you, yes."
Lucifer's breathing became haggard and strained. He shook his head. "This shouldn't be possible!" He said more to himself. Then he looked up at the ceiling with pure hatred. "I bet you're laughing your arse off right now? Aren't you? You cruel bastard!"
Chloe wasn't sure what to say or do, so she stayed silent. "Is this because of Mum? Or do you just enjoy torturing me?!" Lucifer continued.
"Lucifer..." Chloe tried to put her hand on his arm, but he flinched away from her touch. When he looked at her, the hatred drained away from his face to be replaced by fear and pain. Chloe recoiled her hand away. She was momentarily taken aback by the intensity of his eyes. She was so used to Lucifer being fun and carefree, that seeing him like this was... strange.
And more than a little unsettling.
Lucifer just stared at her, the intensity never leaving. He was trembling now. "Chloe...I-I.." Lucifer tried to say something, but the words got caught in his throat. What could he say? That he was sorry about her being a pawn in his sick father's game? Or about how he couldn't do any of this? "I have to go," Lucifer finally said. He rushed out the door before Chloe had the chance to say anything.
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A goddess strolled into the police precinct. A literal goddess. Though physically she was more human than celestial, much to her irritation. She was currently possessing the body of a woman named Charlotte Richards.
Her human status could be worse. At least this skin suit had supreme hindquarters and legs for days.
Her youngest son was currently missing. And has been for the last three days. She had already tried asking her eldest child, Amenadiel, but he didn't know where his brother was. Nor did that annoying demon. Though that did not surprise the goddess. Demons were not known for their intellect.
The goddess then spotted the one human whom she actually liked, Dan Espinoza. He was sitting at his desk, reading paperwork and eating chocolate pudding. She made her way towards him. She then grabbed the spoon full of pudding from his hand. "Hello, Dan." The goddess said as she placed the spoon in her mouth to suck on it.
Dan's surprise quickly morphed into irritation. "What are you doing here, Charlotte?" Dan demanded.
"Oooh, right to the point. I like it." She sat down on an empty spot on his desk. A few of Dan's co-workers glanced at her and chuckled.
Dan openly glared at her. After a moment, the goddess sighed and stuck his spoon back into the pudding. "Fine. I wish I could say that this was a personal visit," The goddess said seductively.
Then she moved her hand to touch his thigh, but Dan grabbed her hand before she could and pushed it lightly away. Which earned an infuriating smile from Charlotte. "But I can't. I'm looking for Lucifer."
Dan scoffed. "Well, good luck with that. For all any of us know, he could be dead in a ditch somewhere. But if I had to guess, I'd say he was somewhere in Vegas. Maybe getting married again." Dan said sarcastically.
He was currently pissed at the guy. A few days ago, Chloe had come into work with her eyes rimmed red and in a sour mood. She hadn't said anything about Lucifer being the reason for her crying. But considering how he had dropped off the face of the earth around that exact time, it wasn't hard to put two and two together.
The goddess felt disappointed. "Well, then where is that blonde detective he likes so much? Maybe she knows." She asked.
"Chloe's busy. She's at a crime scene right now. I'm not sure when she'll be back."
The goddess frowned. She was starting to get worried about her son. Though this hadn't been the first time he had pulled a stunt like this. But she didn't know why he would do this. She didn't remember doing anything recently to cause this reaction. "Well, if you see him, let me know." She instructed.
Dan frowned at the strange woman in front of him. "What is it with you two?"
The goddess didn't answer. Instead, she grabbed Dan's entire cup of pudding and took it with her as she left the precinct.
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Chloe had known that Lucifer would most likely make a run for it when she told him about the baby, but it still stung when he didn't so much as send a text. This was probably for the best.
Chloe had told herself this so many times, that it had become a mantra.
He would be a horrible father. First off, he didn't even like kids. Second, he was completely narcissistic. Third, he was delusional.
Chloe hoped that the baby wouldn't inherited that. Shit, Chloe needed to stop thinking about this and focus on work. She hadn't even heard half of what Ella had just told her about their victim.
They were in an average apartment building. The victim was named Mable Perry. She was 27, Asian, had long raven hair, and brown eyes that were currently open wide, unseeing. She was lying on the floor of her small living room, where an obvious struggle had ensued. The coffee table had been knocked over, several objects had shattered, and other things have been knocked over in the fight.
So far, it looked like Mable had died from strangulation. "Poor girl," Ella muttered under her breath sympathetically.
"Hey, Ella, could you go over that all again? I just want to make sure we got everything." Chloe asked.
"Yeah, totally! So, here's how I think it went down,"
Ella walked over to the front door, and started her classic explanation. "It's lookin like our vic knew the killer, or at least didn't initially feel threatened, cause the door looks untouched. So, first Mable opens the door,"
To which Ella opens the door. "And once the killer got inside and closed the door, he/she pushes her," Ella then makes herself look like she was just pushed and almost hits her head on the broken mirror on the wall, where Mable hit her head.
"But Mable scrambles away, grabs a book off the side table, and hurls it at the attacker!" Ella emphasizes this by grabbing an imaginary book off the side table and pretends to throw it at the imaginary attacker.
"Unfortunately, it misses. But it distracts them enough for our vic to run across the room and grab the baseball bat." Ella then does this with an imaginary baseball bat this time. She then tries to hit the imaginary attacker with it, but then stops suddenly, as if they've grabbed it.
"But then the attacker grabs the baseball bat after a few hits, and tosses it to the ground!" Ella then takes a few slow steps backwards, toward the upturned coffee table.
"And then the attacker pounces! And they both tumbled to the ground, hit the coffee table and push it over." Ella doesn't act out this part, since Mable is still in the spot where it happened.
"And, still desperate for her life, the merciless killer strangles the life right out of her. And then she's gone."
Chloe slowly nods. "Right. Thanks for the... detailed description." Ella's methods took some getting used to.
Ella nodded enthusiastically. "No problemo, Decker."
Chloe thought about it for second, then asked. "If she was such a fighter, could there be a chance that she could have any DNA under her fingernails?"
Ella shook her head. "Nah, I already checked. Didn't look like any." Chloe wrote something down on her notepad, feeling disappointed.
"Hey, where's Lucifer, by the way? Haven't seen him in a few days."
Chloe stopped writing when Ella asked the question. Her chest tightened. "I don't know." Chloe answered simply.
"Did you guys get into a fight or something?" Ella continued to ask.
Chloe knew that the forensic scientist didn't mean to, but the questions made Chloe feel like she was being interrogated.
"No, not exactly. But something did happen between us. And honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if Lucifer doesn't come back at all."
Ella raised an eyebrow, curious. Chloe wasn't ready yet to tell anyone about the pregnancy. Though Maze already knew. Apparently, Lucifer had told her after Chloe kicked her out for the night.
Chloe had spent about twenty minutes explaining to her roommate how she didn't want anyone to know yet about the baby.
Or, as Maze had so lovingly put it, 'You don't want anybody knowing how you're knocked up by the devil?'
"Well, whatever it was, I'm sure it couldn't be that bad. This is Lucifer we're talking about. Disappearing to god knows where only to come back is one of his things. He'll be back, you'll see." Ella said confidently.
Then she went back to photographing the crime scene. Chloe wished she shared Ella's certainty. But, she was beginning to feel more and more sure that this was where her and Lucifer's partnership ended.