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“And where were you at 6 am on the morning of March 14th?” Detective Sawyer asked Kara, standing across the table from her girlfriend’s sister.
“I was with a friend,” Kara replied, incredulously. “Maggie—”
“Miss Danvers.”
Kara groaned, gripping the the chair bottom, refraining from splintering the wood in her fingers. If she could just tell the Detective that she was Supergirl, they could end this silly line of questioning. Of course she had no alibi. She’d been at Catco that early, because she’d been the one to scare off the intruders.
“This is serious,” Maggie continued.
Kara rolled her eyes and crossed her arms in front of her chest.
“Maggie! Why would I hack Miss Grant’s computer? I’m her assistant!”
The detective turned her back on Kara, undoubtedly frowning at her two coworkers that stood on the other side of the one way mirror.
“I’ll be right back, Miss Danvers,” she said after a moment, before stepping outside.
Kara wanted her phone back—the one sitting in a locked container at Maggie’s desk—to call her sister. She’d have this cleared up in under ten minutes, but instead she sat in the interrogation room like some regular suspect. It only soothed her worry slightly that she’d seen Winn waiting outside as well.
“Miss Danvers.”
Kara looked up to the door to see Maggie walking back again.
“You said that you were over at a friend’s house?”
Kara nodded. She knew that saying she was home alone wouldn’t cut it, but where else would any normal person be, besides asleep in bed at 6 am?
“Which friend would this be?” she began. “My partner just spoke with Mr. Schott. He wasn’t with you that morning. Traffic light cameras put him on the other side of town, leaving his girlfriend’s place at 6:15.”
She leaned forward, hands on the table between them.
“I—”
“—And James is out of town and…”
“And Alex was at your place.” Kara smiled. She couldn’t help it.
“Yes,” Maggie said, looking down for a moment.
When her head shot back up, the glare had returned.
“So, Miss Danvers, where were you?”
“I was with Lena.”
Maggie’s tough facade faded once again.
“You were…” she spluttered. “You were with Miss Luthor?”
“Yes,” Kara said, readjusting her crossed arms.
She hadn’t of course. Not that night. But there’d been nights before when they’d shared a bottle of wine over a Netflix movie or two, and even though she’d been unaffected by the alcohol, Lena had suggested she stay over.
“Okay.” Maggie nodded like she was trying to solidify the idea in her own mind. “I’ll be back.”
It was really unfair how much waiting Kara had to do at the precinct. They didn’t even supply anything to entertain her—even a little TV playing trivia game slides on loop like they did at Alex’s doctor’s would have been a nice distraction.
Kara lowered her glasses and watched as Maggie sat down at her desk with her desk phone held to her ear.
“Hello Miss Luthor. This is—”
“The NCPD. Maggie sawyer. I know.”
Kara smiled inwardly at the way her best friend could throw even a detective off guard.
“If this has anything to do with my mother…”
“It doesn’t. I assure you,” Maggie replied, lifting a second hand up to steady the receiver.
“Okay. What is it then?” Lena asked, a slight bite to her voice.
“I have a question about your friend, Kara Danvers, and her whereabouts on the morning of March 14th.”
Kara heard the faint sound of Lena clearing her throat, then a slow breath, then a reply.
“Of course. Go ahead.”
“Do you know where she was?” Maggie asked, voice tenser.
“She was with me,” Lena replied.
Kara felt herself deflate in the wooden chair as she let her arms go slack by her side. She’d made the right decision. She’d have to give her friend a million hugs the next time she saw her and probably owed her a hundred lunches and definitely the whole truth of who she was. This woman she’d known for less than a year had flat out lied to a police officer, because she trusted Kara and without wavering, was going to stand behind her.
Kara took another big breath, letting her chest puff out.
“What was she doing at your place at 6 o’clock in the morning?”
Kara scowled. Maggie was relentless.
“I don’t think that’s any of your business, Detective sawyer.”
Kara grinned, biting down on her lower lip.
“What I do in private with my girlfriend is our business, not yours.”
Kara looked down at the sound of a snap as she realized she’d broken off the front corner of her chair.
Girlfriend? She really was committing to the lie.
“Yes, of course,” Maggie said after a moment.
“If we are done here, I should get back to my work.”
Maggie didn’t have time to say anything further when Lena hung up.
Kara supposed the lie was effective and necessary, because when Maggie returned to the interrogation room a minute later, she looked as if she’d seen a ghost.
“You are free to leave, Miss Danvers. You can retrieve your things at my desk,” Maggie said, avoiding Kara’s gaze.
Kara pushed the chair in, pocketing the shards of wood, and nodded with a more than pleased smile. She led Maggie out towards the central offices, waiting at the detective's door.
“If we have any further questions, we will contact you or your girlfriend,” Maggie said, holding out Kara’s phone and wallet.
“Yes. I understand,” Kara replied, letting the words filter through.
Your girlfriend.
“Is that all, detective?” Kara asked, finding amusement in keeping the formality.
“Yes,” Maggie replied, eye shifting between Kara and the space behind her.
“Great!”
Kara made the effort to strut out of the precinct with a little skip in her step. There was a slight possibility that Alex would have words with her later, but then again, it was Alex’s decision to keep Maggie in the dark about her Super alter-ego. Most importantly though, she owed her best friend an explanation and showing up at her office without some disgustingly healthy snack just wouldn’t do.