1 – The Call

Kara groaned as her buzzing cell phone woke her from a really cool dream. She rolled over and grabbed the offending device, wincing at its sharp light, but the number on the screen was not one she recognized.

"Hello?"

"This is Detective Iris West from the National City Police Department. Am I speaking with Kara Danvers?"

"Yes, that's me."

"Miss Danvers, I'm calling because…Do you know Cat Grant?" The woman paused a moment.

"Yes, I know her. She's... I... work for her," Kara replied, confused. She rubbed her eyes and lay back, the phone caught between the pillow and her ear.

"I'm very sorry to have to tell you this but I'm calling because Miss Grant asked me to. She was abducted and assaulted tonight and when I asked her if there was someone she wanted me to call, she gave me your name and number. Do you think you could come to National City General?"

Kara's hand sprung to her mouth in horror. "Of course. Oh my God, of course I'll come. I'll be there as soon as I can."

"I'll wait for you and explain everything when you get here. Just hurry, Miss Danvers."

Supergirl was already dressed and headed for the window. "I'm on my way now. I don't live far away."

"Good. See you soon."

As Kara flew to the hospital, she knew that, despite the late hour, Alex would want to know about this so, using her earpiece, she dialed her sister, who groggily answered the phone.

"Kara, what is it? Are you ok?"

"Not really," the hero replied, her voice full of upset. "I got a call from the police. Cat was assaulted, Alex. I'm on my way to NCG now."

"Oh my God, Kara, I'll meet you there but I'm at the DEO so it'll take me a while."

"Thank you, Alex. See you soon." Supergirl landed in some bushes at the side of the hospital and quickly changed into jeans and a sweatshirt before running inside and straight to the reception desk. "Hi. I'm here for Cat Grant," she said quickly.

The receptionist gazed at her with disinterested eyes and a bored tone. "If you're not next of kin, you can't see her." She blew a gum bubble and popped it.

Kara leaned her palms on the counter, blue eyes cooling behind her glasses. "I'm next of kin enough for her to have asked for me. Now where is she please?"

"Miss Danvers?"

Kara whirled to find a young woman with dark skin and compassionate brown eyes beckoning to her. "Detective West?"

"Yes, come with me. Miss Grant is upstairs."

With a poisonous look back at the receptionist, Kara followed West to the elevator and it didn't escape the detective's notice that the young blonde was shaking. "How is she?" Kara asked.

"Physically, it's nothing that won't heal with time but she's in shock, Miss Danvers. She hasn't cried or really shown emotion of any kind. She's numb and she needs someone she trusts with her so she can let herself feel."

The elevator was moving much too slowly for Kara and she leaned back against the wall of the car and took a breath, attempting to calm her racing heart. "What happened?" she finally asked, terrified of the answer.

Detective West sighed softly. "Miss Grant told me that she was waiting outside her building for her driver to pull the car around. She was talking on the phone to her son and got into the car but when she was finished the call, she realized that she didn't know where she was. Then the driver pulled up into a quiet spot under an overpass and waited while a masked man got into the car and raped her." Kara gasped in horror. "She put up a hell of a fight though," West continued. "Judging by the blood and skin we pulled from under her nails during the rape kit, her attacker has some pretty deep scratches. I think he punched her just to make her stop. When she was able, she called 911 herself."

Tears were freely flowing down Kara's face now and she gritted her teeth and banged her head back against the wall a few times in anger. "Bastards," she ground out, turning and slamming her hands against the wall of the car, making the detective gasp as the entire elevator shuddered.

"Miss Danvers… Kara," West squeezed the blonde's shoulder gently. "I know this is hard and you clearly care very deeply about Miss Grant but she needs us to be calm and supportive right now."

The elevator stopped and the doors opened as Kara nodded. "I know. I'm ready." She took a deep breath and wiped her face free of tears. "Let's go."

"Ok," West replied with a smile.

Kara followed the detective to a private room. The door was standing half-open and when she looked inside, Cat was standing at the window, looking out at the lights with her arms wrapped tightly around herself. She was dressed in a simple hospital gown and was bare-footed. Kara thought she was beautiful, bathed in moonlight. She slowly moved into the room and spoke softly. "Miss Grant?"

The CEO's body jerked and her shoulders slumped with relief but she didn't turn around. "I didn't call for her," she said softly. "Supergirl… I don't know why. I was so stupid. I don't even know if I fought back or not!"

Kara exchanged glances with the detective and then moved closer, placing a gentle hand on Cat's shoulder and stepping in front of her. When the older woman wouldn't meet her eyes, Kara ducked her head a little to look at her. Cat had two black eyes, a large bruise spreading across her left cheekbone and a split lip with a couple of stitches keeping it closed. Her right hand was also in a support which indicated to Kara that it was badly sprained or maybe fractured. Seeing the injuries made Kara's heart ache painfully in her chest. "You fought back. The police were able to get blood and skin samples from under your nails." She tapped the support then. "And this means you punched him. You survived, Cat, which means you did everything right."

Cat bowed her head and her body jerked again as she began to sob. There was no resistance at all when Kara simply held her close and rubbed her back slowly. Cat's uninjured palm rested flat against the hero's chest for a moment and then fisted into her shirt, tugging her impossibly closer. "I've got you," Kara murmured. "You're safe now. I'm not going to leave you."

Detective West moved a little closer. "I have everything I need for now. I'm going to head back to the office and get started on catching these guys." She held up a card and then placed it on the table beside the bed. "If you remember anything else, please call me."

"We will," Kara replied, meeting the detective's eyes. "Thank you, Detective West." When West was gone, Kara continued to hold Cat, stroking her hair soothingly as the older woman let her head rest on her shoulder. "You're exhausted. Why don't we try to get some rest for now? I promise I'll stay with you."

Cat nodded and the hero led her across the room, kicking off her shoes as she did so. Then without asking for permission, she climbed onto the small bed and opened her arms. Again there was no hesitation as Cat lay down and curled under the covers into Kara's chest, sighing when the young woman's arms closed around her. "Thank you, Kara," she murmured as she closed her eyes. "I really wish I had called for you."

For a moment, the hero blinked but didn't question the words. There would be time for that later.