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From the moment she met Alex, Maggie knew she was trouble.
Walking up to where she was inspecting some burn patterns, Agent Danvers, dressed in a black blazer and pantsuit, certainly imposed her presence. “What the hell do you think you’re doing on my crime scene?”
As she tried to fight Detective Sawyer for it, pulling out a badge that was away too detailed to be fake, Maggie found herself thinking that the agent showing up was one of the most interesting things that had happened in a while. She loved her job and all the action it brought along, but the opportunity to dispute an astonishing woman for jurisdiction over an investigation was something she hadn’t had the pleasure of enjoying in a while.
Although the agent made an impression that was hard to compete with, Maggie still felt confident. After all, she was not the one contaminating evidence by bagging it with inappropriate equipment as Danvers’ agents were doing.
She did find the agent’s attempt to intimidate her with her advanced technology cute, but that was her investigation and as a detective for the NCPD she had done her homework and so she was sure their suspect was absolutely an alien gifted with heat vision.
Maggie laughed internally at the surprise that crossed agent Danvers eyes before her expression turned neutral and annoyed once again. If that whole jurisdiction mess didn’t have to do with work Maggie would have probably tried to smoothly ask the agent out. After all, in her line of work, it wasn’t every day that she found beautiful women who actually knew what they were doing.
“Your jurisdiction ends where I say it does,” Danvers declared, crossing her arms to prove her point. Even if that extremely annoyed Maggie (she hated when someone prevented her from doing her job), she couldn’t help but flash the agent one of her signature smiles, looking her right in the eyes as she left.
After getting into her squad car, Maggie watched Danvers out of the corner of her eye, chuckling to herself as the agent reprehended the guy she had caught bagging the evidence incorrectly. She was still pissed for being excluded from the investigation, but it wasn’t the first time the feds had taken over one of her cases and it surely wouldn’t be the last. At least she now had the time to do some background checking on a certain agent.
***
After spending a couple of hours looking for a lead to follow, Maggie finally got to an abandoned building and was not at all surprised when Agent Danvers appeared some time later with a strike team at her command.
“Fancy firepower for a fed,” she stated, masking her curiosity with the usual stoic expression she had now saved for the agent. She had to admit Danvers had a great taste in weapons. That combined with her outfit’s change was enough to lead her to the conclusion she wasn’t working for the Secret Service after all. “You’re DEO, aren’t you?”
It turned out the agent who took a very interesting investigation away from her had a lot to explain about herself. Maggie’s curiosity was getting the better of her, but she was a detective and her job was, ultimately, to detect. After coming in contact with confirmation that the anti-alien agency actually existed, Maggie couldn’t just let this go. Especially not when said agency had such an intriguing women in its highest ranks. Detective Sawyer allowed herself to smirk at Danvers, who was clearly focused solely on finding her alien target.
***
Don’t ask how Maggie got Alex’s cell number, but she did.
After thinking about what her next step should be, she ended up deciding to bring the DEO agent along. She didn’t need to, but she figured it wouldn’t hurt to show the woman how local cops dealt with aliens, at least that’s what she told herself. To be honest, Maggie found her compelling and while she didn’t usually enjoy working with a partner, she was pretty sure Danvers wouldn’t fail to impress her. Plus, the agent obviously had more resources at her disposal than Maggie did, building a partnership with the DEO could have its benefits.
“Danvers.” Detective Sawyer smirked lightly at the way the agent identified herself as she picked up the phone. Alex was starting to grow on her.
***
Of course Agent Danvers had a really nice bike. And of course Maggie had to control herself in order not so show how attractive she found her to be as she took off her helmet. This is simply work related business, Maggie told herself.
“I thought I’d buy you a drink,” she explained after Alex questioned what they were doing in a deserted alley in the middle of the night, knowing that didn’t sound professional at all.
Nevertheless, she led Alex into the dive bar. This was who she was, a person who liked to take risks. And she was taking a big one by revealing the location of an alien safe-haven to a woman who arrested aliens for a living. But Danvers’ reaction to the place would reveal if she was worth spending her time on after they finished this case or not, and so she figured it was worth the risk. Not that Maggie would ever put the lives of the aliens that got together at that bar in danger for the chance of a date. She just had the feeling that Danvers wouldn’t betray the trust she was putting on her at the moment.
Turns out Agent Danvers was quick to judge the bar, but Maggie decided not to give up on her so soon.
“What do you see?”
“People who have made questionable life choices,” the agent replied, frowning and earning a playful smirk from the detective.
“Look closer,” Maggie suggested, getting ready to react when Danvers noticed they were surrounded by extraterrestrials. Just like she thought would happen, Alex reached for her gun
instinctively. She didn’t blame her, after all this was new to her.
“Easy, easy,” Maggie prompted, forcing Alex to keep her gun hidden and secretly revelling in the fact she got hold the agent’s hand for a couple of seconds.
“So this is where you get all of your information about the alien population of National City,” Danvers concluded, her face still showing signs of suspicion as she looked around the bar.
“They also make a mean peach mojito,” Maggie admitted, flashing one of her smiles that she knew made a lot of women weak in the knees. Alex merely rolled her eyes, though, causing Maggie to chuckle internally. She was starting to really like this one.
Her ex showing up gave her the perfect excuse to come out to the agent, who was left speechless for a moment as she processed the information that was just presented to her. This was the first time Alex showed some sort of vulnerability in front of her and she loved observing how fast her expression changed. She just couldn’t resist pushing a little further. “I don’t strictly date aliens, for the record, though I do like them more than most humans”.
With her cards on the table, Maggie watched Alex as she organized her thoughts, wondering what to inquire about first. That informal meeting of theirs was turning out to be pretty fascinating. From the way the agent’s eyes squinted to how the corners of her lips lead to the shadow of a smile, Maggie was sure that her new found partner was worthy of her time.
“Why?” It was a simple question, but one that corresponded to a very long answer. Maggie, who normally didn’t like sharing things about herself, found that she didn’t mind doing it that much when it came to Danvers. She was a good listener, Maggie guessed.
Between getting the information they had come to get and watching Alex leave to report back to the DEO, Maggie told herself she knew what she was doing with the agent, after all she was always in control of her feelings. But the more she contemplated the woman, the harder it got to convince herself she wasn’t getting too involved.
***
Being kidnapped by the alien she had been pursuing the next day wasn’t the best thing that could have happened to Maggie Sawyer. And neither was watching powerless as Alex got pushed several feet away from her by a bright fire ball. She knew the agent was more than capable of holding her own, but that didn’t stop her from getting sort of angry at the fact that she was attacked under her supervision.
After being taken somewhere she didn’t recognise by her kidnaper and tied up to a rail in the ceiling, Maggie was seriously pissed off. The rope the alien chose to use in order to restrain her was burning her wrists as she tried to get free and her arm throbbed painfully due the burn she got previously. Having to hear that woman complain was just going to make her head start hurting as well. You better get here fast, Danvers.
Surprisingly, she did, bringing along National City’s own alien superhero to fight beside her. While Supergirl got her ass kicked, Alex freed Maggie as fast as she could. “Get the gun and get out,” she ordered, her voice showing it was not up for discussion.
“Wait, don’t,” Maggie whispered once she realized the DEO agent was about to turn herself into a target as a distraction. Damn, Danvers, she cursed, you better not get yourself killed.
Maggie had never been too good at following orders, but she was glad to be so stubborn or she wouldn’t have been able to knock out the alien threat, preventing a second round of ugly fighting.
“You guys are fun,” she admitted, breathing heavily with a smile on her lips, addressing Supergirl and the agent she had loved to disobey. It seemed they did make a good team after all.
***
Maggie could have denied Alex’s offer for the DEO to patch up, although she didn’t, in part because she really wanted to see the secret base with her own eyes, but also due to not wanting to say goodbye to the agent just yet.
It turned out the base was, indeed, even cooler than she had thought, although she wasn’t able to see most part of it. Alex made it a priority to state her injuries as if she had checked them herself, causing Maggie to be washed over by a warm feeling on her stomach. Ignoring how nice it felt to have someone care about her, Maggie flashed one of her smiles, showing her irresistible dimples, hoping it would hide the sudden pang of adoration that crept up on her. “Gee, didn’t know you cared”.
Agent Danvers’ scoff and obvious shift in position did nothing to help Maggie get rid of that unknown feeling; in fact it made it worse.
“You know, I usually don’t do well with partners, but I think we made a pretty good team,” the detective willingly admitted after a couple of exchanges. This time, her smile was back on her face simply because she enjoyed working with Danvers and, for a moment, she forgot she wasn’t supposed to be feeling the way she was.
The moment didn’t last long though, since Alex’s invitation to stay was too much for her to accept. Even if she didn’t have a date, which she did, her connection with the agent was developing too soon and too fast for her to deal with it; she needed to be away from her for a while.
Danvers looked almost disappointed as she left, but the detective pushed that to the back of her mind. She was sure they’d see each other soon enough.