Not much was said after that and not for lack of trying. Lucifer tried to question you more, yet each of his questions were deflected by you. You grabbed his hand, silencing his onslaught of questions.

"I promise we'll talk about this Lucifer, but not tonight, I'm far to intoxicated and far to tired to keep up a conversation like that."

For the first time that night Lucifer noticed just how tired you truly was. There were bags under your eyes and you wore an expression of pure exhaustion. Then his eyes fell to where your hand still held his. When you noticed you still had a hold of his hand you didn't let go, you simply held his hand tighter.

"Alright." He said simply.

And then you drank, you drank until your chest filled with laughter. You drank until all the events of these past weeks were pushed to the back of your mind. Until your vision stared to fade and your body became sluggish.

"Let's get you home." Lucifer said as he noticed you nodding off.

You nodded and turned to him, holding out your arms to him, much like a child would, wanting to be held. He chuckled, but swept you into his arms nevertheless, watching as you laid your head on his shoulder. Lucifer carried you to the car, setting you down gently in the passenger seat. He shrugged off his jacket, laying it over your shoulders.

~

The drive back to the penthouse was filled with silence, seeing as you slept for most of it. Even when Lucifer stopped the car and lifted you into his arms once more you barely stirred. He carried you the entire way up to the penthouse. However rather than carrying you to your own room, he laid you on his bed instead. He went to walk away, but you grabbed his shirt sleeve.

"Stay... please..."

Lucifer gently moved your hand away.

"Of course."

He climbed into the bed beside you and became rigid when you rolled over, curling up against his chest. Lucifer wasn't sure what to do for a moment but when he noticed your breathing even out and your eyes flutter close, he relaxed. His arms wrapped around you, almost protectively, and he just held you.

After a while, when he was sure you were deep enough asleep, he pulled out his phone. The line rung for a few minutes as he gazed down at you. When the person on the other end finally answered he lifted his eyes away from you, expression turning cold.

"I need you to gather some information for me Mazikeen, don't approach the man, simply watch him, the only one who will be putting an end to that little roach's life will be me."

~

When you woke up the next morning, you were alone in bed. However, it wasn't your bed, and you sat up, searching your memory for what happened last night. You came up empty and instead stood from the bed, holding your head when the pounding grew worse.

"Why did I drink so much..." You muttered.

"Because you were very stressed and rightfully so."

You looked up when Lucifer walked into the room, holding a glass of water and a small bottle. He rattled it a little, making you groan at the noise. Lucifer gave you an innocent smile and handed you the glass, and the bottle.

"You're a saint." You sighed as you took the Advil, washing it down with the water.

"Oh far from it actually." He chuckled.

Lucifer disappeared into his closet, reminding you that you were still in your dress from last night. You walked down the little stairs that lead to Lucifer's bedroom.

"After you've finished changing I brought you breakfast!" Lucifer called.

You paused in your walk towards your room, glancing at the plate of your favorite breakfast food sitting on the coffee table. You turned to walk towards it, intent on stealing at least a bite before you changed.

"After you've changed!" Lucifer repeated louder.

You looked back at his bedroom expecting him to be standing there, but he was still in his closet. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

"How did he know?" You muttered.

You walked back to your own room, changing out of the elegant dress, and into a pair of jeans, and a t-shirt. You sat down on the couch, grabbing the plate happily. Lucifer walked out, buttoning his shirt as he headed towards the elevator.

"Are you leaving?" You asked swallowing a bite of food.

"Yes, I shouldn't be long though, I've got an appointment with Linda today." He said half focused on you, half focused on leaving.

When Lucifer kissed your cheek and told you to have a good day, you froze mid bite and looked at him with raised eyebrows. Lucifer stood there frozen, his expression reminding you of a deer caught in headlights.

"I... I'm not entirely sure why I did that." He muttered.

"Lucifer-"

"I'd love to chat my dear but really I must go, ta!"

"Lucifer!"

He was gone before you could even react, the elevator doors already closing behind him.

~

"Why do you think she doesn't trust you?" Linda asked.

Lucifer sat on the sofa, tapping his fingers against his lap.

"Why else would she have lied to me about something so important?"

Linda had learned very quickly that neither you nor Lucifer was willing to divulge the dark secret of your past just yet. She was left with holes about your story, Lucifer's relationship with you, but she never pushed. At least not to hard.

"And it bothers you that she did that? That she might not trust you?" Linda asked.

Lucifer looked at her, his expression made it seem like he thought she asked a completely idiotic question.

"Of course it does."

"Why?"

Lucifer opened his mouth to respond, but instead he pressed his lips together, silencing himself. He wasn't even sure himself why it was that it bothered him so. Linda noticed his stand-offish behavior and decided to steer the conversation back to his previous problem.

"Ok, then lets talk about her trust in you and those favors."

Lucifer sighed standing up, he began paced a little.

"If you're so worried about her trusting you, then why does she owe you so many favors? Knowing that you could ask her to do anything, it must make it difficult for her to fully trust you." Linda said.

Lucifer looked at her with an unreadable expression for a moment before he ceased his pacing and sat back down on the couch.

"She wouldn't let me help her otherwise. She was so timid back then, it was the only way I could convince her."

~

You stared at the bags of clothes Lucifer held in his hands. You had been wearing the same three outfits ever since you had been staying with him. And although you kept them clean, they were worn and fraying.

"What are those for?"

Lucifer smiled happily as he sat the various size bags onto the coffee table.

"They're for you of course!"

You looked at them and then back to Lucifer, frowning a little.

"Ok, What do you want?"

His smile fell, and he looked at you a little lost.

"Want?"

"Gifts aren't free, so what do you want?"

Lucifer laughed and handed you one of the bags.

"I don't think you quite understand how gifts work my dear. I don't expect anything from you in return." Lucifer said.

You looked at him apprehensively and shook your head, setting the bag aside.

"Everyone wants something so, I'm fine with what I have." You muttered.

Lucifer frowned, and he took a look at your clothes.

"What you have now is barely holding together darling."

"Yes but they're mine! I don't need to worry about taking advantage of your kindness or freeloading off you!" You snapped.

It suddenly dawned on him why you so adamantly refused his help constantly.

"It's that what this is about? You're worried you're a burden to me?" He asked.

You said nothing but your silence was answer enough. Lucifer sat beside you on the couch placing a hand on your knee.

"You're very far from being a burden Y/N." Lucifer said sternly.

"I want to at least be able to pay you back somehow, it wouldn't feel right otherwise."

Lucifer gave you a small smile and nodded.

"Very well, then how about a favor for each time I assist you with something large, at least until you land on your feet." Lucifer offered.

"Favors?"

"Yes, that way you won't be taking any charity from me, I'll fully be expecting you to pay me back for said favors but not right away that way you can accept my help and not feel like you're a burden to me." He explained.

"Kind of like a I owe you."

"Exactly." Lucifer winked.

You nodded, your demeanor relaxing a little, and you gave him a relieved smile.

"Deal."

~

Linda looked at Lucifer, waiting patiently, and he let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. The memory so fresh in his mind.

"She owes me fourteen favors now, it was, as you know, twenty."

Linda nodded.

"Twenty favors for when I found her bleeding in some dirty alley, twenty for when I stitched her wounds because she begged me not to take her to a hospital. Twenty because she wouldn't let me help her, be there for her, because she didn't know how to accept kindness from anyone."

Linda couldn't help but get a little choked up. She'd been getting close to you recently and it hurt her to know that you had gone through so much.

"What happened to her?" Linda said voice barely above a whisper.

"There was a man, a horrible man, worse than any demon I've ever had the pleasure of knowing. This little roach, this insignificant worm, hurt her, and now he's back and toying with her like she's a puppet who will bend to his will if he pulls the right string."

Linda felt fear bubble in her chest at the waves of anger coming from him. Although not directed at her, seeing the devil himself so furious sent chills down her spine.

"What will you do?" She asked timidly.

Lucifer looked at her, a cruel gleam in his eyes.

"Do you know how to kill a roach doctor?"

Linda didn't answer, but then he wasn't really expecting one, was he?

"You crush it beneath your foot like the pest it is."