Part Four of the Lucifer's Flock series. Please read the others first, or this will make very little sense. The order of fics is Feathered Friend, Nesting Behaviour and Order of the Flock. This is my obligatory Chloe finds out fic.

Pillow Talk

It had been a long, but relaxing week for Chloe and one she had desperately needed.

After finally finishing the paperwork she had backed up, an endeavour which in itself took a week to go through, she had needed the time off and was glad Lieutenant Monroe had given it to her.

The screaming match she had had in the precinct when Lucifer refused to help with the paperwork when he had come in a few days after asking her about wings went a long way in granting her the time off.

So, she decided to do something nice to make up for her yelling at him. She hadn't seen him since, but Dan told her he was fine.

Apparently the two men in her life actually were getting on really well suddenly. She was glad that they both had someone else they could just be guys with. If that was what they were doing. The thought of those two hooking up made her shudder.

She had bought a cheap whiskey he will probably turn his nose up when she gave it to him, because it was cheap, but it was all she could afford. It was the thought that counts anyway, right? She was never certain what things were about when it came to her partner.

The elevator was upstairs and she had to wait for it to get to the club level, so she could finally see him after her week off. Things were far too quiet without him in her life nowadays. It was unnerving how loud he was and she hadn't realised truly just how loud until he disappeared.

It was her fault for yelling at him, but at least he hadn't run away to Las Vegas and gotten married or anything like that.

Apparently he had been looking after Dan's bird some of the days so he had company. The bird too, probably. God knows, Lucifer could use more friends. Did it matter if one had feathers?

So, it came to a sudden and very jarring shock to her system to see Lucifer, Dan and Ella all sitting on the lounge with the bird on a perch near them, with the first episode of Lost about ready to be watched.

They all turned to her in surprise.

The wings disappeared.

Chloe blinked, before looking down at the floor to see the smashed bottle of alcohol.

Shit, it had finally happened. Lucifer's craziness was rubbing off on her. She wiped at her eyes, suddenly unsure of what was real and what wasn't.

"Detective! Uh, what are you doing here?" Lucifer asked her, leaning in to Ella as if seeking out her comfort. He never did that with her.

"Well, I did come to apologise for yelling at you last week, but I see you're...busy." She looked at how close the three of them are and was at least glad Dan wasn't cuddling up to his other side. The last thing she wanted was to walk in on people she knew having a threesome.

He looked to Ella and Dan and shrugged. "We were about to start watching Lost. Oooh, you brought me alcohol too! I'm sure I would have appreciated it, but the floor seemed to have gotten there first."

She closed her eyes and sighed. "Yeah, sorry, I dropped it."

He smiled at her and she knew that smile. He was hiding something. "No problem. I have easily cleanable floors in here. Comes in handy."

She shook her head. "Eww. I'll let you three go back to your Netflix and chill."

They all blinked at her, before Lucifer quickly unwrapped his arm from around Ella. "Oh, no! This isn't that. It's just movie night every Thursday for us. This is the first week as a matter of fact. And Dusty too, because he's flock."

And the first thing she felt at hearing that was hurt. He was her partner and he had invited her ex and their mutual friend over for a Netflix marathon and not one of them had invited her. She lowered her eyes to stare at the floor.

Then she felt jealousy that others were taking him away from her. She never thought she'd ever feel that way when it came to Dan, but there it is.

"And none of you invited me?" she asked, her voice smaller than she wished it was.

Lucifer shrugged. "You aren't flock. I said flock, didn't I?" He turned to Ella for an answer, before looking to Dan.

"Dude, you gotta tell her," Ella stated.

"Yeah man, this really isn't fair," Dan added on.

He sighed and nodded. "Yeah. I'll just...take this to the nest then. Come on, Detective. Follow me. You'll get your answers as to why this happened without you."

Still hurt, she followed him down the hall past his bedroom that led to the bathroom, guest room, kitchen and study. They were heading for the study. She wished they were heading back to the bar. She could really use a drink right now.

She wasn't sure she was going to like this conversation, but at least he finally seemed ready to talk to her. That was a plus.

Lucifer disappeared into the room she knew of as the study, only to stare in confusion at the mass of blankets and pillows that greeted hr instead of a desk and computer. At least the bookshelves in here were still present.

"What is this?"

He grinned at her. "This is my nest! I am honestly thinking of getting a door for this room. Several people have walked in thinking it is some kind of kinky sex thing. It's not."

She nodded at that. It would make sense people would think this a special room for sex. It looked good enough to roll in without it. She took a careful step inside and leant down to run a hand over a thick, fluffy blanket. It felt really god to her hands. Top quality of course.

"Lucifer, why do you have a nest?"

He shrugged again, before rubbing a hand over his cufflinks. "Well, I didn't until last week. I started nesting when I began building my flock."

She nodded at that non answer. "Why do you have a flock?"

He fidgeted with his clothes some more. "Umm, because I needed someone to help groom my wings. I mean, I did go to you first, but you turned down the offer, but Ella and Dan accepted with no problems. Mind you, when they did see my wings, they both fainted, so congratulations there. You just made a mess of my floor, and at least you did that with alcohol."

She shook her head, because nope, she had just imagined those. She was sure f it. "Lucifer, what wings? You keep going on about wings."

He blinked at her, sighed and sat down on a blanket covered mound of pillows. "I hid them out of sight as soon as I heard you. I know you saw them, Detective. Chloe. Please, come in, sit down and I'll show you properly."

She wanted to run out of the room, because this was getting far too much, but she knew if that happened she would never forgive herself for running out on him when he was clearly opening up to her.

Taking a deep, fortifying breath, she stepped further into the room, went over to another pile of pillows and sat down. It was really comfy. She was kind of amazed at that. Pillows had no right to be this comfortable.

When she looked back over to Lucifer after examining the maker of them or trying to (she couldn't find a tag,) she froze. Once again she was seeing wings.

Great, huge, blinding white wings. That were attached to him and coming out of his back by strong looking muscled ridges of skin where his scars used to be.

Stray feathers covered his back between his shoulders.

She was glad she was already on the ground. While she didn't pass out fully, she did lose her ability to think for a few minutes and when she finally was able to form a thought it was that she was glad her head was able to hit pillows and not the hard floor.

Her first word was "Explain."

He grinned at her and nodded.