You'd heard the door open, and the heavy footsteps that followed. It jerked you awake from the sleep you had almost achieved. You sat up as best you could, watching Carter pace. He looked nervous, on edge, jumpy even. It almost made you smile.

"What's got your panties in a bunch?" You muttered.

Your voice was hoarse, and your lips chapped from the lack of water over the last few days. Your hunger was almost painful at this point. Carter continued to pace, mumbling to himself, giving you no mind.

"He's the devil!"

You managed a questioning look, flinching as you shifted to get a better look at him. Your body ached, and every little movement sent waves of pain through you.

"What?"

"I thought I was crazy at first, I thought what I saw in the parking garage was just my imagination!"

Then it hit you, he was talking about Lucifer's devil face, he was panicking. He looked like he hadn't slept in days.

"But James saw it too!"

You frowned a little a that, had Lucifer found his brother?

You imagined that didn't end well, Carter and James had always been as thick as thieves, for James to have given up his brother, it couldn't have been pretty. You hoped it wasn't, they deserved nothing less.

"What's wrong, you're looking a little pale honey."

Your smile was cruel, but you couldn't help the sick pleasure you got from seeing the man who'd caused you so much pain, coming undone. Carter stared you down, his expression unreadable.

"You know..." He muttered.

He laughed, a humorless laugh as he ran a hand through his hair.

"Of course you do. I thought we could work this out, I really did, but maybe you're just not worth the effort. Or the trouble really."

Your blood ran cold when he pulled a gun from behind his back. Panic immediately settled over you and you found your breath catching in the back of your throat.

"I mean you're dating the fucking devil, you've obviously lost your mind."

He raised the gun a little but the sound of a door bursting open caught his attention. The distraction was just long enough for you to finally snap the rope around your wrists. You'd spent almost two days wearing the rope out, and you thanked whatever entity you could think of for the sudden spark of luck.

Despite the pain, the soreness in your chest, and the pounding in your skull, you ran. There wasn't many places to hide, but you still had to try. Anything had to be better than staring down the barrel of gun.

~

"Well then keep searching! I've given you a whole list." Lucifer snapped into the phone.

Chloe eyed him with concern, as Lucifer nearly crushed the phone in his hand. His eyes flashing red in a poor attempt to control his rage.

"I know you're worried, but yelling at Maze and your brother isn't going to find her any faster." Chloe said.

Lucifer stepped out of her reach when she tried to comfort him. He didn't want pity, or sympathy. He wanted to be angry. He wanted to tear apart the man who took you, piece by piece.

"You don't understand Detective, she's been missing for days. Dad only knows what he's done to her."

Lucifer walked back towards the car at a pace that was faster than his usual one. He was eager to move to the next address on his list.

The last address.

"Lucifer wait!"

He ignored her and Chloe sighed as she hurried after him. He was anxious the entire ride, his leg bouncing with impatience.

"This is the last address Lucifer, and I know you don't want to think about this, but what if Y/N isn't here?"

He was silent for a moment, processing her question, what it might mean if she were right. If you weren't there, like you hadn't been at any of the other places.

"She has to be." Lucifer said firmly.

"Because if she's not... and I lose her, I'm not sure what I'll do."

Chloe said nothing else after hearing that, just drove in silence. When they had finally arrived, Lucifer all but jumped from the car when they finally arrived. She hurried after him as he rushed towards the warehouse.

"Lucifer! We need to come up with a plan, you can't just barge in!"

Chloe grabbed his arm, pulling him to a stop as she readied her gun.

"I can't wait! We're here, aren't we? She's probably been in pain this whole time, I can't leave her in there, alone with that roach for another second."

He pulled out her grasp, heading for the doors with determination, kicking them in as if they were made of paper.

~

"Y/N!"

You pressed a hand to your mouth to silence your labored breathing. The small nook you had found to hide by was admittedly not the best place, but he was approaching fast, and you could hear him loading the gun.

Your eyes searched desperately for somewhere to move, run to. If you stayed here, he'd find you for sure.

"Y/N!"

Your heart stopped, but this time for an entirely different reason. That wasn't Carter's voice, it was Lucifer's.

"Why do you keep getting in my way." Carter hissed just a few feet from you.

He hadn't seen you yet, and thankfully he turned around just before he did. He was heading towards Lucifer. You took the chance to run from your spot, moving to a more ideal place, where you could just see Lucifer, looking around for you.

You wanted to call out for him, let him know where you were, but you couldn't risk Carter turning back for you. Not when you had just gotten free.

'It's fine, Lucifer can handle it.' You told yourself.

He'd be okay, he could handle Carter by himself, there wasn't anything the abusive man could do to hurt Lucifer.

"Lucifer!"

That was Chloe, at first you were even more relieved to know she was here as well. That was until you remembered she made him vulnerable, and your psychotic ex had a gun. Your eyes widened as you lost sight of both Lucifer and Carter, and realized how fast this situation was about to take a turn for the worse.

'Fuck.'