A/N A little drabble on a scene from "Favorite Son."

Disclaimer: I own nothing, though I wouldn't mind owning a certain Devil. (And I make no $$ from this)

Dan woke up with a pounding headache. The last thing he could recall was following Lucifer's bartender into the back of LUX. As the fog started to lift he realized he was definitely not at home. What the…

He suddenly heard the door rattle and stood up quickly only to realize he was sans clothing. Panic started to set in. Given that he had no rational explanation for his current state, and knowing that the owner of the house was armed, he did the only thing he could. He hid.

"Come now detective, we're going to be late." The last voice Dan wanted to hear filled the room as he took refuge in the closest room he could.

"Hold on Lucifer, I promised Trixie I would bring Mr. Babble to the school for her presentation. And I need to grab the surveillance files from my room."

"What in all of hells creation is a Mr. Babble?" Lucifer asked incredulously.

"One of her stuffed animals."

"Of course it is. Well yes, divide and conquer I say. Hop to it then, we have a missing container to find. I'll track down the offspring's play thing and you grab your folders."

Dan breathed a sigh of relief until he looked around and realized what room he was in. Well shit… Dan grabbed the nearest pillow to cover himself as the door swung open to Trixie's room.

"Well well what do we have here?" Lucifer looked like a kid at Christmas, and the irony of that thought wasn't lost on Dan. "Come now Daniel, do you really think this," Lucifer leaned his weight on his back foot and put one hand in his pocket as he swept his free hand up and down in front of him "is really the way to win the detective back?"

"Lucifer…" Dan began, speaking as softly as he could

Lucifer began reaching into his coat pocket. "I have the number of a therapist, she's really very good. I think she could fit you in, because this really isn't healthy."

"Lay off Lucifer. It's your fault I'm in this mess."

"Me? How am I responsible for this sad display?"

"Your pet bartender. That's how. One minute she's taking me in the back room to look at your books, the next minute I wake up like this on Chloe's couch. What the hell man?"

"Careful detective." Lucifer took a step into the room, head cocked to one side. Dan suppressed a gulp. He could see why some people did think Lucifer was the actual devil. "Maze won't take kindly to the name. And as a matter of fact," Lucifer seemed to be pondering, "neither will I."

"And," continued Lucifer looming over Dan. "What exactly were you looking for?"

"Ask Chloe," shot Dan.

"Well maybe I will" replied Lucifer. "And while I'm at it, I think I should inform the good detective of someone lurking in her house, I mean, that's what a good partner would do isn't it?" Lucifer turned on his heels "Oh detective…" Lucifer called out.

"Lucifer" pleaded Dan.

"Yes Detective Douche?"

Dan loathed the words that came out next. "Please don't tell Chloe, I'll owe you one man."

"Why detective, are you asking for a favor?" Dan felt a chill run up his spine at the wicked grin that spread across Lucifer's face.

"Yes" he whispered in a rush.

"Well then. Do you happen to know which of these insipid things is a Mr. Babble?" Lucifer pointed around the room.

Dan picked up the stuffed bear on Trixie's bed and tossed it at Lucifer.

"I found it Detective!" Lucifer called out and turned toward the door. Dan breathed a sigh of relief. That was until Lucifer poked his head back in. "Oh detective, don't forget, the Devil always comes to collect."

Strolling toward the door and the female detective, Lucifer smiled at the plaything in his hand. He really had to remember to bring something nice home for Maze.