Post 2x06, first kiss. Alex in Tiny Gay Puppy Hidden From World mode.
Alex always picked up within two rings. Now, the best Maggie could hope for was her voicemail.
"Alex Danvers, leave a message."
The third time she called, she didn't hang up: she talked into the damn machine.
"Danvers, it's Sawyer. Listen, I hope you're ok. I wish you wouldn't've left like that the other night - wait, no, that's not what I mean, I'm not blaming you... dammit. Look Danvers, I said I'm here for you, and I want to be. I really do, and I... I miss seeing you around. Anyway. I hope you're ok. Bye."
Not two minutes went by before her phone vibrated with a text.
"Getting soft on me, Sawyer?"
Maggie grinned in relief, and something else that she wouldn't allow herself to acknowledge. Because none of that mattered: the fact that she couldn't stop replaying that kiss - that kiss - in her mind; the fact that the sudden lack of a certain agent in her life somehow hurt as much as her breakup.
None of it mattered: she was apparently borderline sociopathic, and Alex was, as she'd said, fresh off the boat.
And she didn't want to screw up yet another beautiful thing. Yet another beautiful person.
Her phone buzzed again, but it was work this time.
She inhaled slowly, exhaled slowly, the skin behind her eyes creasing in thought, in unacknowledged nerves.
She hit Alex's number again, and prayed silently.
"Sawyer," Alex's voice greeted cautiously. Within two rings. Maggie's heart back flipped.
"Danvers. Wanna see a dead body?"