Hey guys! The song briefly mentioned in the middle is I Remember You by Schertzinger and Mercer. I recommend listening to the version performed with piano by Aaron Tveit to set the mood for that part. Enjoy!

Chapter 1.

It was a busy night at the nightclub where Chloe came to find Lucifer. She pushed her way through the crowd and glanced around the booths in the center without any luck. Perhaps he was busy up in his penthouse with 5 or 6 Britneys, she thought with annoyance. Whatever. She made her way to the bar where Maze rolled her eyes and poured her a dark-colored cocktail before she could order. Chloe took a sip and admired the taste. Maze was good at… well, just about everything she did, Chloe thought. Her innermost feelings toward the woman, if she were ever to be honest about them, were probably begrudging admiration and a desire to steer clear. This was accented by the undoubtedly passive-aggressive flower dumped on top of her drink.

She swirled the cocktail while she turned to take another look around the club. There was a group of people in the corner and if he was anywhere to be found, he'd certainly be right in the middle of it. Chloe shuffled through the crowd again, making her way by dozens of immaculately dressed women in short sparkling dresses and a couple of men in expensive-looking suits. She hardly noticed as several of them bumped into her, muttering apologies or trying to start a conversation. Finally, she reached the mob in the corner and saw, with growing aggravation, that he wasn't there either. She sighed and downed the rest of her drink.

"Detective!" She almost choked as he appeared, seemingly out of thin air, in front of her. But of course.

"You look enchanting, as always. Are you enjoying yourself?" he cooed, flashing his well-rehearsed million dollar smile, and instinctively took her empty glass from her, leading her back to the bar. People moved out of his way, making this walk much easier.

"I was actually looking for you."

"Oh? Then do forgive me for keeping you waiting. What is it that I can do for you tonight?" He motioned for Maze to refill the glass and held it out to Chloe.

She mindlessly took the drink, but wasn't particularly interested in having another, so she held it in her hand. "There was something I noticed when I was going over some paperwork tonight. Namely, that the chief's signature seemed… unusual. You wouldn't happen to know if someone tried to forge it, would you?"

"Detective, I hope you're not insinuating that I would ever—"

"I didn't say it was you."

"Yes, very well, look, it's not like the chief would mind. Her hands were just a little… busy at the moment," he grinned.

"Ugh!" Chloe thrust the drink back in his hands and turned to walk away.

"Oh come on, detective, don't let a little thing like that ruin your evening! If it'll make you feel better, I'll have her sign a fresh copy tomorrow morning."

"You'd better."

"Okay!" He laughed. "I promise. Now, is there—" he was interrupted by a group of intoxicated women who flung themselves all over him. "Ladies, please," he tried to politely remove himself from their grip, but by the time he looked up, Chloe was gone. He gave a short sigh of annoyance, but his temperament quickly changed as he decided to make the best of the situation and returned his attention to the women calling his name.

Meanwhile, Chloe made her way to the bathrooms, suddenly feeling stifled by the atmosphere in the club. She planted herself in front of the mirrors, between several chatting women who were fixing their makeup. As she looked down at her hands gripping the sink, the floor seemed to spin a little. Surely, she thought, I'm not drunk from one cocktail.

She looked up at herself in the mirror and suddenly the whole evening seemed so funny! Lucifer, faking a signature, like he probably did on his report cards in elementary school, it was so very juvenile and so him. She didn't notice as the women stopped discussing the men outside and glanced at her sideways before leaving. She also didn't notice that she was laughing out loud. She let her hair out of her ponytail and ran her hands through it, fluffing it up. She looked quite good today, she thought. Though she was still in her work clothes, Lucifer said she looked enchanting. And damn right, she did! She popped open a few of the buttons on her blouse, admiring her cleavage. Fumbling with her purse, she finally found a lipstick. No, not that one, she thought, that one's for everyday. She rummaged some more and pulled out a small tester-sized one. This one. Carefully, she removed the cap and dabbed it on her lips in the mirror. It was a dark venomous red. Way too much work, normally, but she kept it with her just in case… something, something like this. It felt like it took hours, but she finally managed to line her lips carefully and sprayed some perfume on her neck. She fumbled, dropping the perfume and the lipstick in turn, but eventually got them into her purse and closed it. She stumbled on her way out of the bathroom.

The music had changed while she was in there. There was now a piano playing somewhere in the center, an upbeat jazz melody, and people were laughing and talking louder than before. There were so many sounds. Clinking glasses, shuffling sequins, heels clicking on the floor… she made her way to the nearest pole which she held on to for support as the dancer leaned down to her. "Are you okay, honey?"

"Oh yes! And you… are such a good dancer. You're so beauuutiful!" Chloe cooed through a grin, feeling very much unlike her usual self. She felt suddenly unencumbered by her usual limitations, and the lights were more bright, and the colors more vivid, and the music seemed to play from the very middle of her own ribcage.

The music! She suddenly remembered Lucifer and saw him sitting at the piano, facing away from her. She approached him from behind, struggling a little to keep her balance, and leaned a little too close over his shoulder as she purred "hi," startling him. He turned his head and instinctively drew away from her, as her face was almost touching his.

"Detective! You seem…" he looked her up and down, his eyes resting a slight moment longer at her now unbuttoned blouse as his hands found the melody again, "…different. I do so love that lipstick on you. And that blouse." He smirked and she swayed a little. "Oh my, how much have you had to drink while I was gone?"

"Nothing!" She answered a little too quickly with the earnestness of a child trying to prove her innocence.

"It's alright, dear," he chuckled, "certainly you can be allowed to enjoy your vices once in a while like everybody else."

She laughed, slowly making her way to the side of the piano. "I want you—" he looked up at her "—to play me something special!" she giggled. She seemed uncharacteristically vivacious, he thought, but it was a rare treat to see this drunken persona of hers so he happily obliged, changing the tune with a few blues runs. She let her elbows rest on the piano, putting her head in her hands and watching him expectantly. He purposefully avoided her gaze, a slight smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth, as he set a chord and paused. The whole club hushed with anticipation, but all he thought of was her breathlessness and the twinkle in her eyes.

"I remember you," he sang in a breathy tone. "You're the one who made my dreams come true, a few kisses ago…" his fingers picked up the movement of the music momentarily, then settled on another chord. "I remember you, you're the one who said, I love you too… I do, didn't you know?"

The sound of the piano grew steadily as he sang and the rest of the crowd seemed to melt away. She felt like she was on a cruise ship, looking out at the pinks and oranges of a sunset at sea. Each note of the piano struck the surface like a water drop, causing waves to radiate from it and fade into the horizon, blurring the colors of the sunset reflected in the water. The music enveloped her in calm and she felt suspended in a colorful summer rain, full of beauty, completely alone, molded by the distant warmth of that enchanting voice.

As he played, he felt the notes pour out of his core with an honesty that he didn't usually allow to move through the keys of his piano. He liked this song, but he'd never played it for his guests before. She did ask for something special. He noticed with amusement the goosebumps that crept up the back of his neck. Very rarely, but sometimes, music touched him this way, and it was a feeling he reveled in. He wondered if she felt it too. Only a few humans he'd met seemed able to understand this feeling washing over them, but he hoped tonight so desperately that she was one of them.

"When my life is through, and the angels as me to recall the thrill of them all," out of the corner of his eye, he saw her rocking slightly to the rhythm, but the song was coming to an end and the notes were slowing down. He let his voice grow quieter and more expectant, pausing slightly after every few words. "Then I shall tell them… I remember you." He wrapped up the piece with a jazzy glissando and planted the last note like a long-awaited puzzle finally coming into place.

He finally allowed himself to look up at her, slightly nervous to see her reaction, as the crowd applauded and went back to mingling. She stared at him with glossy eyes, smiling wide, but not saying a word. He felt even more nervous, somehow, enough to notice this strange feeling in himself. "What's wrong?" he asked, eager to break the silence.

"It's so beautiful…" she murmured, slurring a little. "I was in a sunset… on a ship… with seagulls!" she giggled, spreading her arms further along the piano and laying her cheek down. "And rain! Rain with… different colors, like… like a rain rainbow! A rainnnnbow… hahaha!"

He didn't notice the rare genuine smile that crept up his face as she talked, but she did, and she pointed at him. "There!"

"What?"

"You smiled."

He seemed startled, as if caught red-handed, and instantly the smile faded into his usual snarky grin. "I smile rather often, detective! Perhaps unlike you."

"No!" His eyes grew wider as her volume turned a couple of heads. "Not like that!"

He got up and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Darling, how much did you have to drink?"

She shook her head.

"It's okay, do I seem like the type who would judge?"

"Only one!"

He seemed confused. Maze appeared at his side, summoned by the spectacle Chloe was now beginning to make of herself. "She's telling the truth, I only made her one drink tonight." Maze turned her head away from Chloe and added in a hushed tone in Lucifer's ear, "Someone must've slipped something in it."

Rage instantly washed over his face and he gritted his teeth. Maze took a step back. He clenched his fists, then took a breath and relaxed. "Find. Them." He growled at Maze, and she nodded and slunk away.

"Detective, I think you'd better come with me." He spoke in a stern voice, but peeled her from the piano gently and placed an arm around her shoulders as she staggered.

"Lucifer, I don't feel so good…" she placed an arm on his chest, indicating that she wanted to stop.

"I know, darling, I know. I'm sorry. Let's get you somewhere comfortable." He urged her to keep walking toward the elevator.

She shook her head. "Everything is spinning…"

He looked concerned. "Okay, alright. May I pick you up?" She looked up at him to nod yes and he swiftly placed his other arm under her knees, carrying her to the elevator. She wrapped her arms around his neck as it arrived and buried her face in his shoulder to shield her from the overwhelming noise of the club. He noticed a faint scent of perfume as he carried her into the elevator and instantly identified it. Of course the detective would choose Chanel.