It had been a few days since Lucifer pulled his little stunt. Dan hadn't been assigned to the homicide case and, with Lucifer's increasing presence, he seemed to have a lot more time on his hands. That time however, he spent a lot of twiddling his thumbs. For the first time, Lucifer's craze felt relatable. Why couldn't some else just die and give him something to do? Chloe was the best it seemed, not a single case she had been handed was unsolved. If something just happened while she was in the middle of this case, he may just get something to do. He could organize and reorganize case files all day but it was redundant. Not to mention, he had a certain amount of jealousy. While everyone on Chloe's friends list got invited to the latest butcher, Dan stayed and waited like a good boy until they got back when he could provide a new set of eyes.

He sat back in his chair, grabbing a brilliantly red, stress ball from the mess of his desk and idly passed it between his hands. Dumb Chloe, dumb Ella, dumb Luci- just that moment, as he had tossed the ball into the air, a hand had swooped out and snatched the colorful squeeze ball.

"Ha! Oh.. not a gag? Pity, and here I thought you finally went public, Detective."

Lucifer.

Of course.

He propped a box of files on his hip bone while he examined the object with his free hand. "Mm. Anyway, mine now." He piped before sliding it under his suit jacket and into some unseen pocket.

Dan's voice caught in his throat. He hadn't seen Lucifer since then and suddenly all the arguments he had made to confront him disappear during his loss for words. He want to bolt up and somehow intimidate the stupidly taller man however, before he could fully grip the arms of his seat to lift himself, Ella pushed passed the both of them. She heaved through a stack of boxes. Each one similarly sized to the single one Lucifer was so charitable to carry. Lucifer, instinctively stepped forward, out of the way and towards the detective, pressing his buckle to the man's leather covered shoulder as he watched after the dark-haired specialist.

"Such hurry." He muttered before calling after Ella with mock annoyance, a hand cupping the side of his mouth as if to amplify himself. "You could say excuse me!"

Ella whipped around, continuing in reverse as she stuck her tongue out at the devil. And just like that, disappeared into the briefing room.

Dan had, by now, drilled a hole in his desk with his eyes avoiding Lucifer pressing against him. And, despite the leather of his jacket, the thinness of Lucifer's soft dress pants made up for what resistance the jacket had towards Dan's imagination.

They stayed like that for a moment as Lucifer laughed at the bratty woman. And, just as Dan rolled his shoulders to jerk forward and stand, Lucifer moved away, blocking his movements, this time, with a hand on the arm of his chair. The raven haired man, lowered his height to Dan's, levelling their eyes and holding the stare for a moment too long, making Dan's eyes shift.

Lucifer smiled, "What? Do I make you uncomfortable Detective?" Shit.

"Uncomfortable?" Dan scoffed. "You make everyone uncomfortable."

"That so?" Did that seriously surprise him? According to his expression, he was actually amused by Dan's failed dig. Could nothing throw this creep off his rhythm?

"Just let me out-" Dan gestured to the small space between Lucifer and his desk which he could most definitely not fit through. Lucifer smiled again, changing his position to resting his hip n the lip of the detective's desk and closing the space completely.

"Say please."

Was this guy for real?

Dan stood up immediately but just like that, Chloe came around the corner with a stack of boxes of her own.

"Jeez! There you are!" She groaned out at Lucifer, to which, he moved to defend himself with some snarky remark. However, Chloe, who had grown a heavy tolerance of it, cut him off by adding her baggage into his arms. "Running ahead doesn't mean you don't get to help."

"Oof- I am helping."

"Help with…what exactly?" Dan piped up from beneath the fire in Chloe's tone.

"With-" She snapped but stopped herself, recognizing her ex and immediately softening out of some sort of guilt. She let out a sigh. "Look, I just need all the LA case files from February 2009. Let's move it Lucifer!"

"Finally, something interesting." Lucifer spoke in his usually puppy like, excitement. "Isn't that right Detective Douche?"

Dan winced at the nickname but brushed it off before turning his attention back to Chloe.
"Hey! Chloe! Fill me in?" It was a blatant, desperate attempt to get involved.

"Later, I just need to find something first. Ella!" Ella jumped immediately, almost dropping the boxes she was carrying from her second passing. "I also need the autopsy report from this morning." The women's voices faded into Ella agreeing as the two disappeared into the briefing room. Dan muttered something along the lines of being able to help her find it.

Before the feeling of disappointment could set in, Lucifer piped up once again. "You hear that? She said, 'we.' Looks like I'm more useful that you think Danny boy. Ready to see a lot more of me yet?"

Dan eyebrows knitted together. This guy truly was a prick. "Jeez. I think I liked Detective Douche better-" He picked up one of the files on his desk, flipping through it for the date to see if it was in Chloe's specific time frame request.

Somehow, that caught Lucifer off guard. His cocky expression fell, and he cleared his throat. "I'm a creative man. Kill me if you think I don't have multiple pet names for you."

Pet names? The fuck did that mean? Daniel looked at him with an almost disgusted look. The memories of the week before, made a chill run up his system. Lucifer was one to poke and prod but, something told Dan, he was starting to be, sub-textually, more serious.

Dan ran a hand down the corners of his mouth as he adjusted his stance. "Lucifer-"

"Dan." He spoke sharply. "Let's talk." Shit. Lucifer read him perfectly before he even spoke. Had his eyes flickered down? He didn't know but somehow this prick always had a way to read exactly when he started to get flustered.

"Talk? The fuck you mean 'talk?'"

"Not here. I know you're…" Lucifer looked him up and down in a half second. "Not the most public person."

"Excuse me?" He snapped.

"Relax. Just meet me at Lux tonight." His voice had dipped to a lower register; an almost growled mutter. And, immediately after, he returned to his chipper attitude and full volume. "Well, it's been a pleasure, see you there."

Dan, slumped down into his chair once more, like putty, once the man was out of sight.

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[Sorry about the few months break, I need to get a new laptop. Which I did woohoo! Chapter 3 should be coming out before the end of August. If not go ahead and sue me.]