Enigma

A/N: the show isn't mine – I 'm just playing with the characters for a short while.

"Damn," Chloe cursed upon hearing voices. She and Lucifer were in a warehouse searching for a missing child. She didn't have a search warrant but as usual Lucifer had just snuck in when she was distracted and she had had to follow to keep him out of trouble. Now they were about to get caught.

"Quick in here." She grabbed his hand and pulled him into a large freezer making sure to jam something in the lock so it wouldn't fully close.

"Detective, I can't stay in here," Lucifer stated with a bit of panic in his voice.

"Shh, you got us into this, be quiet before you get us killed," she snapped at him.

She crept closer to the crack in the door but could barely make out the voices which carried from the other end of the warehouse, over Lucifer's heavy breathing. Anger washed over her, what was wrong with him, she turned to tell him to quiet down but stopped herself noting suddenly how pale he appeared. He sat huddled by a box, knees drawn up, arms wrapped around himself, his breath coming in short rapid gasps.

She went over to him; he seemed to be in some sort of distress.

"Lucifer, what's wrong?"

He didn't answer, his eyes flashed darkly at her. He shivered.

Granted it was cold but he had a suit on while she only wore a long tee and light pants, by all rights she should be the one shivering.

"Calm down, you're going to hyperventilate if you breathe like that."

"Well then I hope you are prepared to give me mouth to mouth." He panted with a hint of a grin.

She heard the warehouse doors bang shut and quickly went to the door to listen. There were no more voices. She breathed a sigh of relief. "They're gone, come on let's get out of here," she ordered.

"Lucifer!" She glared at him when he didn't move.

Again nothing, no response.

She went over to him and kneeled down. "What's wrong and why are you shivering? We haven't been in here long enough for this."

He looked at her in disbelief, and then gasped, "Perhaps not for your robust human form used to frigid temperatures but I'm from hell which is, I'm sure you've heard, rather toasty."

She rolled her eyes. "All the more reason to get out of here."

"I don't feel very well – the hellfire in me is burning out," he murmured.

She sighed – yet another reference to him being the devil. "Come on get up." She grabbed his arm and got him to his feet. He leant on her as they exited the warehouse and made it over to where she had hidden the car. Her heart leapt, someone was there.

"What do you think you are doing?" She asked in a demanding voice. The man obviously was attempting to steal the car.

He jumped at her with a crowbar. She drew her gun but before she could fire a shot Lucifer had him by the throat two feet off the ground.

"Where is the child?" he snarled while staring at him intently.

The man, between struggles for breath, rasped, "I don't know what you are talking about."

"Lucifer! Lucifer let go of him!" The intensity of the look in his eyes as he glared at the man frightened her. "Lucifer!" She put a hand on his arm. His eyes suddenly landed on her and he looked startled as if he had forgotten she was there. "Put him down," she advised calmly.

He nodded. "With pleasure." He threw him 15 feet where the man landed with a hard thump. Chloe ran to him. He was unconscious but his pulse was strong. She called back up and an ambulance." She turned back to Lucifer only to find him on his knees.

"What is wrong with you?" She knelt down by him, concerned.

He was shivering violently again. "Come on." She took his arm and helped him into the car. "I can take you to the hospital," she offered.

"No!" he responded his black eyes flashing.

"Fine, then I'll bring you to Lux, Maze can figure out what wrong with you."

He looked alarmed. "No, she can't see me like this."

Chloe frowned. "What? She is not allowed to see you sick?"

"I don't need her to see me ... weak. She's upset enough that I burned my wings and she can't go back to hell."

She puzzled over the beyond weird relationship he had with his bartender. Did they role play or something? "I'm sure she'd be delighted to take care of you."

"No Chloe…please." He said it so softly looking at her almost pleadingly. Caught in the almost desperate look in his eyes – the same look that had been there when she had touched his scars.

She gasped as she almost rear ended the car in front of her. She nodded. "Okay, you can recover on my couch."

He leaned back against the seat closing his eyes and whispered, "thank you."

She was annoyed with herself. One minute she wanted to strangle the man and then in moments like this her empathy flowed and she felt something towards him. He was a whack job thinking he was the devil but there was something very different about him...something tragic, something lost. Even just before throwing that man 15 ft she knew he had almost super human strength and she couldn't get that moment when she could have sworn his eyes glowed red out of her mind - something didn't make sense.

She glanced at him again; he was still pale and shivering. She bit her lip feeling guilt. She should have gotten the blanket out of the trunk.

"We'll get you into a nice hot shower as soon as we're home then as soon as you stop shivering I'll take you back to Lux."

He grinned mischievously "Will you join me in the shower, I need help heating up?"

She rolled her eyes. "You are obviously not feeling that bad if you keep propositioning me."

"If I wasn't immortal I could be on my death bed and I wouldn't stop trying, detective." he responded with a smug grin that disappeared as a major shiver hit him.

As she drove she contemplated what could be wrong with him health wise to have such a bad reaction to the cold. Maybe it wasn't physical maybe it was psychological due to some kind of trauma. Something maybe connected to those horrible scars on his back. Maybe when he was a child someone had locked him in a freezer and it had traumatized him. Whatever happened in his past had scarred him psychologically as well judging by his reaction physically when she had touched the scars. The man beside her was an enigma.

She pulled into the drive. "Come on."

He got out and she took his elbow curling her arm though his for support.

He certainly didn't talk as much as usual which led her to realize he really was unwell.

"Mommy." She heard Trixie yell from the window.

She smiled. She adored her little daughter and hugged her as she entered. She greeted the sitter and led Lucifer to the couch. As she paid off the sitter she saw that Trixie had immediately latched onto Lucifer.

"Trixie, babe, Lucifer isn't feeling well so he needs some rest. Why don't you go to your room and play with the doll house for while until your daddy comes to pick you up for your sleepover."

"Okay. Lucifer do you want to cuddle my teddy bear, his name is Angel, and he always makes me feel better when I'm sick. You could sleep with him."

Lucifer opened his mouth and Chloe quickly cut him off before he could make some comment to Trixie that he'd rather be sleeping with her mother.

"That's sweet of you Trix, that you are willing to share but maybe later, Lucifer if going to take hot shower first. Okay."

"Okay mommy, feel better Lucifer." She looked at him with utmost adoration.

"Thank you child." He responded graciously.

He looked at Chloe with a smirk. "I'm going to need some help undressing."

She shook her head. "I can call Maze to come over to help- she seems eager to do things for you."

"That's because she exists to watch over me."

Anger flared in Chloe. "Sometimes you are such an arrogant ass."

He frowned and genuinely looked puzzled. "You don't understand, I mean no disrespect. She's a demon; her sole purpose is to take care of the devil – hence me." He flashed a smile.

Chloe sighed, tired of his delusions of being the devil. "Apart from the shivering, what other symptoms are you experiencing?"

He grew thoughtful. "My back really hurts – where my wings used to be, my heart keeps racing but that could be because of your presence." His eyes sparkled.

"Seriously what else?"

"I feel so cold, like I'm still in that freezer and really tired."

She reached out to touch his hand; he was as cold as an ice cube. "Come on let's get you into that shower and hope it helps."

She clasped his hand and helped him to his feet leading him to the shower. She reached in to turn it on as hot as she could stand.

"Okay…" She turned and groaned. Lucifer was naked again wearing nothing but a grin.

She turned and left the bathroom but not without taking one more quick peek at him causing her heart to race. For distraction she rummaged in the closet. She had kept one of Dan's old bathrobes, a soft black one that she loved to wrap herself in. Lucifer could cover himself in that. At least she hoped he had the inclination to cover himself with it. She hung it inside the door.

He came out later in the robe, enveloped in cloud of hot steam, his black hair curling, but he still looked pale. "Detective, it didn't work." he stated.

"Okay come sit, I made you some hot soup maybe that will help." Chloe offered.

"I feel wretched – I can't see how soup will help. I remember reading that when someone is near freezing lying next to them naked can help warm them."

She stared at him; he could have sworn her right eyelid had developed a tick.

"Honestly detective - true fact." He looked innocent.

"Good to know but I'm not getting naked with you," she firmly stated.

He sat down beside her looking like a petulant child.

"Would you rather be put to bed without supper?" she couldn't help saying.

"Only if you are in it as well," he purred.

She groaned and then reached out to feel his hand suspecting that perhaps he was lying but no-he was just as cold as before. She set the soup in front to him. He took the bowl as she grabbed blankets draping them over him.

When he finished she got him to lie down on the sofa, he quickly turned on to his side.

A knock came on the door. She answered it to find Dan there. "You're early."

"To make up for all the times I've been late." He suddenly noticed Lucifer on the couch. "What's he doing here?"

"He's sick, the strangest thing happened…" she explained to him about the freezer.

Dan whispered, "are you sure he's not faking it?"

"He's like an icicle. Go check if you want to."

Lucifer was wrapped up under a thick comforter, he had his eyes closed. Dan reached out and touched his forehead. Startled he looked at Chloe. "That's just from being in a freezer for few minutes?"

Lucifer's eyes had opened after Dan touched him. "Bloody hell, why are you here?" Lucifer violently shivered again.

"I'm picking up my daughter. Do you have a medical condition of any kind?"

Lucifer glared at him and growled, "no."

"Are you willing to try something to warm you up? It's something my grandmother used to do."

Lucifer looked suspicious. "What is it?"

"Chloe, do you have two large buckets?"

She nodded and went to the kitchen.

"My grandmother always said to get oneself warm it has to come from the feet. One time when I fell into a stream in winter she did this with me."

Dan brought the two buckets Chloe gave him; one was filled with hot water and one with cold. "Okay, swing your feet down.

With an eye roll Lucifer obliged.

Dan put his feet into the cold bucket first, eliciting a hiss from Lucifer. "This is just making it worse."

"Just be patient." Dan responded lifting his feet out then putting them into the hot bucket.

Lucifer sat with his eyes closed. He shivered again and looked miserable.

Dan repeated the procedure a number of times but Lucifer's temps didn't go up.

"Maybe it would be best if you took him to the hospital," Dan quietly suggested.

"I already tried that he won't go. Maybe he's just got the flu and the bout in the freezer escalated it."

"If he falls unconscious you'll have to call an ambulance"

Lucifer looked annoyed. "I'm right here you know. I don't need you two making decisions for me." He lay back down and closed his eyes. He hated feeling so weak. A few moments later a small hand suddenly clutched his, he blinked his eyes open.

"I have to go now," whispered Trixie. She reached over and kissed his forehead. "That was a kiss to make it all better." She grinned at him.

If only her mother were as demonstrative. He squeezed the little hand back. "Thank you. Off you go small human, have fun with your dad." When she released his hand he closed his eyes again.

After Dan and Trixie had gone, Chloe looked over at Lucifer, his eyes were closed and his breathing had evened out a little. He must have fallen into an exhaustive sleep. She suddenly noticed that a teddy bear was in the crock of his arm. She bit her lip to keep from laughing – Trixie must have snuck it there as she was saying goodbye. Strange irony that the man who insisted he was the fallen angel Lucifer was sleeping with a teddy bear named Angel. He sighed suddenly and tightened his arm around the bear.

She grabbed her cell and snapped a pic - she could torture him with it later. He looked absolutely adorable. She shook her head. She was warming up to him she couldn't seem to help herself. He was becoming important to her.

Lucifer dreamt – he was back in Dr. Martin's office. She kept pushing him relentlessly and he had lost it putting his fist through the wall. He didn't want to revisit his past - there was too much pain. The next image he saw was the ashes of his wings. He couldn't breathe for a moment. He knew without them he could never reclaim who he once was. His father's voice whispered in his ear, "You can never be Samael again. You are the king of hell for all eternity."

"Lucifer! Lucifer!" Someone shook him by the shoulders. He opened his eyes. Detective Decker was gripping him "Lucifer are you okay, you had a nightmare."

He took a shuddering breath and stared at her. He looked tormented and his black eyes glistened. She had never seen him look so unraveled. Chloe's heart clenched "It's okay."

"No, you don't understand, it's not. What's happening?" He choked clearly horrified. He brushed his hand across his eyes as tears fell.

"I don't cry, I've never ever cried. Never." He frantically wiped away at his face but more tears fell. "I can't make them stop." He looked at her desperately. "How can I make them stop? Do something. Please Chloe make then stop."

"Shh I can't make them stop. You need to calm down and take a few slow deep breaths." She drew him close. His body still trembled and his skin felt cold. He fell limply against her breathing hard.

She tightened her arms around him, the pain just radiated off him. What had his family done to him? He'd never cried, not even as a child? Was it forbidden? "It's okay, you're not alone. Everyone cries sometimes it's just a release the body needs..."

He took a deep breath and responded his voice muffled by her shoulder "I'm not everyone." She stroked his back, realizing too late she had brushed her hand over his scars. He flinched and pulled away fast.

"I apologize for my lack of control," he stated hoarsely glancing at her almost nervously then away.

She cupped his face with both her hands and his eyes stared searchingly into hers.

"There is no need to apologize. We are partners; we get hauled through the mud together. We'll see each other at our best and our worst. I wish I could take away whatever has caused you so much pain and if you ever want to talk about it or…"She hesitated. "those scars on your back, I'm here to listen."

Then she reached over and kissed his forehead smiling. "To make it all better."

He snorted then laughed. Like mother like daughter. "If I'd known being a bloody crybaby would grant me a kiss I'd have leaked out optical fluids a lot sooner." He purred. "Mmm tell me detective whatever do I need to do to earn a kiss on the lips?"

She shook her head at him but grinned as she got up. She suddenly stopped and stared at him. He looked at her questiongly. She sat back down beside him, sitting cross legged.

"Mmm coming to cheer me up some more?' He smirked glancing at her lips.

She put her hand to his forehead. "I just realized you aren't shivering anymore, and you're warmer."

"You're right, I do feel hotter. Must have been your embrace." He smirked.

"Perhaps it was cuddling with Trixie's teddy bear?" She nodded in the direction of the bear by his pillow.

He regarded it indignantly. "I most certainly did not."

She picked up her phone and flashed the pic at him.

He looked shocked. "What are you going to do with that?"

"Use it as leverage – if you don't behave I might share it with Maze. Something tells me you'd never live it down."

His eyes narrowed. "You're very cruel…" Then he grinned. "I like that."

"I'm glad you are feeling better you should lie down and get some more rest you still look tired." She made to get up but the look in his eyes stopped her. "Stay, please." He glanced at her then quickly lay down with his head in her lap. She hesitated then stroked his hair. He reached out his hand for hers then clasped it in both of his, sighed and closed his eyes, within moment he was asleep.

He slept peacefully this time. She couldn't stop herself from lightly running her fingers through his thick black wavy hair. She couldn't believe how soft it was. She wondered what haunted him – it had something to do with those scars on his back. They were horrific and whatever happened must have hurt like hell. Who had done that to him and were they still capable of hurting him. He didn't seem to be afraid of anything except when she had touched those scars. Something had snapped in him. One day she would find out more about him but for now they had a case to solve.