"Dan, it's your turn to pick up your daughter. I have a triple homicide on the other side of town. Can you at least pretend you care and go get her. Drop her off at my desk and I'll be there to get her, okay?"

Chloe threw the phone at the dash and white knuckled the steering wheel. She wished for the 10th time that she had her only child with someone much more reliable. Tears were threatening to fall but she refused. If Lucifer saw her crying, he would never let her live it down.

Lucifer looked to her with great concern,"What did Sir Douche say to upset you so, Detective?"

"You heard me ask him to pick up Trixie, right? Well, he said and I quote, 'I don't have anytime for that parenting BS, I have a job to do, you know solving crimes and saving live. You should try it sometime.' Can you believe that? Then he wonders why we're separated and heading to a divorce."

"You can't possibly get to her school in time, not with this traffic. Isn't there someone who could pick her up in your stead. A friend's mother or something?"

"Can you hand me my phone? There's only a couple I trust to ask."

After Chloe dropped him off at LUX, she had to drop her her case paper work at the station. Someone had agreed to pick up Trixie and drop her off at the precinct. Lucifer would never admit it out loud but he felt sorry for the little girl. He too had grown up with a Father who had high expectations from him but gave none of his time in return. Great, at the rate things were going, Trixie would be running hell.

As he was about to down his fifth scotch, his phone rang and he flicked the screen. There was a picture of Chloe and her number on his caller ID.

"Hello, you've reached the Morningstar booty call hot line. I'm Lucifer, I'll be servicing you this afternoon."

"Ha Ha, very funny. Listen, Mrs. Duggar forgot to get Trixie so can you do pick her up for me? I know this is way out of bounds but I need help and you're the only one I can rely on."

"Not a problem, I'll go retrieve your offspring. You know detective, I feel like she is more my child, than Sir Douche's, except I didn't get to have the fun of creating her. Perhaps another time we can pretend to make one like her?"

Chloe laughed and promised him another time. That woman was going to drive him over the edge of a cliff. He got his keys and headed towards the school, intent on making a few MILFs melt and envy Chloe.

He pulled up to the front of the school just in time to see the car hit Trixie. He rushed to the child's side and began CPR but it was too late. As the EMT's pushed him out of the way, he began to cry, "My baby, they hit my baby girl."

Something inside of Lucifer snapped. Trixie was his baby, almost as much as she was Chloe's but he knew this would destroy Chloe. "Father, why? Give her back."