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Alex comes there more often than she should. And when she sees Maggie’s dark hair pushed out of her beautiful face, she realizes that’s the reason she really is there. Just to see her smirk as she notices her, giving her a brief moment before she looks back at the targets.
Alex takes her place next to Maggie, her hands calm around the gun. This is what she knows, what she’s good at.
Yet, every time it’s harder to focus. Maggie is right there, she could touch her with a simple gesture towards the detective.
Perhaps one day she will.