A/N: Hey everyone! So I had an idea, then that idea formed into a story. A story that would not leave me alone, so after a couple of days I finally gave in wrote it haha. Please let me know what you think!
"Alex," mumbled a very tired Maggie Sawyer, "It's your phone, babe."
Alex hesitantly opened her eyes, blinking as the last of her dream faded from her mind. It had been a busy week to say the least, she was constantly being sent out on different missions and despite her love for the job; she was exhausted. Giving her wife a quick kiss on the cheek she rolled out of bed with a groan. It was close to six in the morning and she was really looking forward to spending a Saturday morning in bed. But looking down at her caller ID she knew it wasn't going to happen.
"Danvers… No, I'll be there in thirty… Yea, make sure my team's ready."
Alex ended her call and was about to tell Maggie that she had to go to the DEO when Maggie's phone went off. Alex couldn't hold in her laugh when she heard something slam into the mattress and a loud groan come from under the blankets.
Maggie threw the covers off herself, getting out of bed she walked toward her wife who was holding her phone out towards her with a smug smirk. "I hate you," she mouthed to Alex while grabbing her phone. Alex smothered a laugh while Maggie answered her phone before mouthing back, "No, you don't." Maggie gave Alex one of her sideways smiles before speaking.
"Sawyer." She barked into the phone. After listening for a minute she let out a sigh, responding to the poor operator on the other side of the line, "I can be there in 40."
Ending the call, she turned towards Alex who was already finished getting dressed.
"I just want one, one day where I can stay in bed past 9 am in the morning. That's all I want, why can't they give me that?"
"Because," Alex said, "We are important, and the best at what we do… which, you know, sucks, because we get calls like this at six in the morning."
"I should have chosen a different profession, what's wrong with working in an office with hundreds of other people. I could have done that!" Maggie exclaimed, while pulling on jeans and a clean shirt.
"Ha ha," Alex said sarcastically, "You would be bored out of your mind. You're just upset because you wanted more sleep."
Alex walked over to their gun safe, subconsciously typing in the code granting her access to their guns and badges. Grabbing hers, she ejected the magazine making sure it was fully loaded. Satisfied, she swiftly reloaded it, making sure there was bullet in the chamber. You could never be too careful.
"Badass." Maggie said with a goofy grin on her face. Alex walked up to her while holstering her gun.
"Mm," Alex hummed, giving Maggie a quick kiss, "Just finish getting ready; you can drop me off at the DEO before you go to the crime scene." Alex finished while walking out of the room to make them some coffee.
"Make it strong, Danvers!"
When Alex walked into the DEO, she immediately knew this wasn't going to be a regular mission. Taking a step back, she calculated that there were at least thirty people in the large room suiting up and arming themselves with guns. A regular mission normally suited fifteen, tops.
Worry started to settle in the pit of her stomach. She'd been told over the phone that this mission was confidential and that she was taking the lead but they refused to give her any other details. She scanned the crowd looking for the blonde that always had her back in the field, when Alex saw her she made a beeline towards her friend.
"Walker." Alex said while putting her hand out to stop her second in command. "What's this all about?"
"You haven't heard?" Ali Walker said with surprise, when her leading commander shook her head she continued, "A pod crashed on the outskirts. It's shoot to kill."
"Kill mission?" Alex said feeling her heart sink, "Damn it. Who gave the order?"
"Director Henshaw."
"Where is he?" Alex said through clenched teeth.
"Arm - armory. Alex-" Walker tried to get out but the brunette was already walking away.
She quickly grabbed Alex's arm halting her movements. "Look, I know you disagree with these type of missions but remember that you are under Henshaw and he could have put a bloodthirsty maniac in for this mission; instead he chose you." Walker took a step forward and whispered into Alex's ear, "Once we're out in the field, your command goes," pulling back she made sure she had eye contact before continuing, "we have to do whatever you say. Remember that."
Alex gave a curt nod before taking off towards the armory. When she saw that Henshaw was alone she quickly stepped in and slammed the door closed behind her, causing her boss to swiftly turn around.
"A kill mission, are you kidding me, J'onn! We have no clue who or what is in that pod!"
"Danvers." J'onn spoke up trying to get the brunette's attention.
"I mean, you know more than anyone what it's like to come to a new planet and feel unwelcomed. And nothing is more welcoming than a kill squad, huh?" Her words dripping with sarcasm.
"Danvers, the command came from over my head-"
"I loathe these types of missions. You know that," Alex said stepping up to J'onn and pointing a finger at his chest. "so why did you put me as lead! You cannot expect me to stay objective in the field!"
"Alex!" J'onn yelled, shutting up the younger agent, "I put you on this mission exactly for that reason. I don't agree with going in there, not only blind, but also without knowing what we are going up against but my hands are tied! I have my orders and that's why I'm sending you in there."
The brunette took a step back and looked up at her boss with an expression he couldn't quite read. Taking a deep breath Alex asked, "What would you have me do?"
"I want you to go out there and lead your team. I want you to use your instincts. Once you're out there, it's your mission, you do what you have to do. Understood?"
"Yes sir." Alex responded with a small smile, grateful for the freedom he just granted her.
"Now, gear up. You leave in 20." J'onn said before opening the door and walking toward the command center.
Alex's gaze followed J'onn until he was out of sight. The man had the biggest heart, and it saddened her that he only revealed it to a select few. He'd been hiding his true identity for so long that he's forgotten how to show people the real J'onn Jones. Alex had always respected him from day one, the man just commanded respect, and he had it. No one was better fit to run this agency. He's always been the person she could rely on emotionally and professionally.
Before Alex could give it more thought her phone buzzed in her back pocket. Pulling it out, she looked down to see a message from Maggie. Technically, they were not allowed to share information between departments but both women learned over the years that it was safer for them to share their knowledge with each other. Not only did it save lives, but it also saved them from a lot of unwanted fights when their jobs intersected each other. Unlocking her phone, she read the text from Maggie:
Surrounding areas have been cleared. Single pod. NCPD here for backup only.
Alex's fingers hovered over the keys before typing out her quick response:
Kill mission. Be safe.
With that she held the power button until her phone turned off completely. She wouldn't be needing it. She quickly finished getting ready knowing that her squad would be leaving soon. Exiting the armory, Alex looked to the command center seeing Henshaw. She gave a quick nod and tapped her ear indicating that she had her comm. Her squad did not hesitate to follower her to the helicopter pad.
Maggie stared at the last text Alex sent her and started to feel a slow anger build inside her. No matter how hard she tried, sometimes she just couldn't understand the DEO. They don't even know who is in that pod, friend or foe, and they are ready to just end their existence. It just didn't make any sense to her. If anything, she would think they would want to document and research the alien, not that it's any better but at least then it would be logical.
Her thoughts were loudly interrupted by the sounds of helicopters hovering up ahead and landing. She quickly walked out from under the NCPD tent and walked towards her wife's helicopter. When she saw Alex jump out of the helicopter, she had to force herself to keep walking. The woman was breathtaking; she somehow always managed to take Maggie's breath away. Maggie knew the agent standing in front of her was no longer the Alex Danvers that she woke up with earlier that day, the minute she stepped into the DEO she became Agent Alexandra Danvers, one of the top agents at the DEO. Her face was passive, dangerous even. She means business and everyone with eyes can see it radiating off her.
Maggie fell into step with her as they made their way back to the tent. Out in the field, they always managed to keep things professional, neither wanted to risk a mission going wrong because something personal got in the way of their jobs. Once under the tent, Alex walked over to the table with a huge map of the area on it. Placing both hands on the table, she leaned forward looking over the map, memorizing everything that she would need.
"Any movement?" Alex said eyes still on the map.
"No," Maggie answered before anyone else had a chance, "no movement around or in the pod."
"Do you have proof of life?"
"Yes, heat radar."
"Okay," Alex said with a nod. She turned around, looking at her team, "Surround the perimeter, eighty-foot radius, no one moves a muscle until I say otherwise. Understood?"
A company of "yes ma'am"s were heard before they marched off following their boss's orders. Alex waited until it was just her, Maggie, and a few other officers left in the tent. With her back still towards the others, she looked to the side to see her wife staring intently at her.
"I need you to know that I have no intent of following through with the kill order," Alex said in a whisper that only Maggie could hear, "I'll find something, no one dies on my watch today."
With that, she left the tent without another word. Maggie's eyes trailing her, hoping that it would be that easy. But there was no way to ensure that. There were a lot of variables, some that could change the dynamic of any situation in a matter of a second.
With one last deep breath, she grabbed her kevlar, pulling it over her head and tightening the straps to make sure it was tight and comfortable. "Here we go," Maggie whispered to herself, before un-holstering her gun and walking out of the tent.