Hello,

Thank you for your reviews on my two previous OS on Supergirl. It means a lot to me, really.

This story will be multi-chapters and will count 4 chapters altogether. I will be updating my story every two weeks on Sunday, that's the time I generally need to write and correct.

Note : English is not my first language, I therefore apologize for any mistakes found since I wasn't beta-ed. All mistakes are mine.

Warning : This fiction is not a death fic. No major character death expected.

I hope you enjoy and don't forget to tell me what you thought about it.

« Ms. Grant? I just wanted you to know that working for you is a true honor. You are my role model and…You lead the city with such strength and grace and underneath that… prickly exterior… You have the biggest heart of anyone I know… I just… I'm just trying to say thank you… for being an amazing mentor… and friend. »

« Okay… So that was either my eulogy or your dictated suicide note. Is there something you need to tell me? »

« No… No… I'm just taking your advice. Carpe Diem. »

« Okay. »

Where is Kara?

He desk had been empty for the past few hours, and the hallway quiet. She hadn't received her green juice every two hours as she expected. Radio silence. She had been calling her, over and over, until her voice failed her. Then she had scouted every single room in order to find her precious assistant. She had been mad, and then worried. She had felt anger boiling in her veins, and then, terrible thoughts had settled into her head like a spider making it's web. Where could she be? Her absences were happening more and more often, which wasn't a great sign. Wasn't she worried about her job? Hadn't she told her once, how much this mediocre profession meant to her?

Cat sighed. And now she was starting to have a headache. Great. It was perhaps dehydration since she didn't drink her juice. Or maybe she was too concerned. What if she had an accident? Or someone she knew? Hadn't she mentioned a sister and a foster mother?

Or maybe she just wasn't there anymore. Maybe she was tired of being treated as if she were nothing. She couldn't blame her. She knew she had been an horrible person to her, as she was always. Was it a reason to resign? Was she the reason of this long absence?

Cat Grant eyed the office in front of her and sighed. After everything National City had been through the past days, she didn't worry for her assistant. Her friend. She cared about Kara. Even if she tried her best not to show it. She saw in this young lady, the power of the youth and all the beauty of the world. Her assistant was, by all means, the most caring and committed person she had ever seen. The world, beautiful, was shining into her azure eyes as her smile reflected the sun. Wonderful. She was just wonderful. And incredibly attractive.

And her last words kept on repeating themselves into her head. She had been acting weird as if she knew something was about to happen. What was wrong?

« You have just reached Kara Danvers's voicemail. I'm not available for now… I'll call you back! »

The CEO cleared her throat, taking her most pissed off tone while waiting for the beep. She was annoyed. Very annoyed. Why wasn't she answering? Why would she turn her back on her? It was no not Kara. Something was wrong.

« Kira, this is Cat Grant. Where is my green juice? You are expected in my office within 8pm tonight. If you don't come, you can kiss this mediocre job goodbye. »

Cat Grant angrily threw her phone on her desk, making enough noise for her employees to know that she wasn't in a good mood. She wanted to crush her phone with her bare hands, and then break her entire office. Her heart was beating fast, her head pounding. She sighed. They all stopped talking and turned their head towards her, willing to know who would the next target be. She didn't mean anything that she had said. Firing Kara would be the last thing she would do. In fact, she had been thinking about promoting her for the past few weeks. The Danvers girl deserved that. No more yelling. No more lattes. No, she would never get rid of the girl. The blond woman needed to know that she was safe. She couldn't show how much the absence of her assistant affected her. She was a dragon. She had to act like one, no matter how she felt inside. Don't let them see that you are worried. Don't let them know. She sighed and took a deep breath.

« WITT? JAMES? » She screamed.

They all jumped, scared by her voice alone. She stared at them, taping her toes on the floor to fill the astonishing silence that had filled the room. She waited too long for her taste, playing with her pencil while carefully following the two goblins making their ways through her office. They seemed bothered as well, and perhaps a little afraid of her. Or at least, Toyman was. He didn't dare to look at her in the eyes. Pity. He looked like a fine man, and more importantly, he was a friend of Kara's. James, on the other hand, was biting his lips, but seemed more confidant than his co-worker. She didn't wait for them to reach her desk. She couldn't. Her head was hurting her as if it was just going to explode. She could hear her heart beating into her temps. She needed to know.

« Where is Kira? » She coldly asked, sighing.

« We don't know, Ms. Grant… » Began Winn.

« Of course you don't. » She coldly answered, raising from behind her desk.

She took a few steps towards them, walking slowly while glaring at them both. She suspected them to hide the truth to cover their friend. They were loyal to her, and had the right to. Her whole body brushed theirs sometimes, and she could feel them shiver with fear. She smiled. She loved this kind of power, girl power over male. It made her feel… unbreakable. She was their boss, and powerful, and rich, and hot, and smart. She readjusted Winn's tie in a flick of the wrist, and brushed a blond hair out of James's arm. Kara's. It had to be Kara's. She frowned. She could now hear a sound getting more and more loud, and it was making her inconfortable. It was hard to concentrate.

« I've been watching the three of you lately. I know you have been covering for her… but… »

But she never finished her sentence. She never had the chance to.

A high pitched noise made her cringe, and fall on her knees, on her own carpet. It hurt, hurt as hell. The crash was rude, her head bumped into the ground soundly. She brought her hands to cover her ears, willing to make it stop. Nothing could make it stop. The sound continued, louder and louder. It hurt. It hurt more than anything. She couldn't breathe anymore. Please somebody make it stop. Supergirl, make it stop. She had bought her knees to her face, protecting on body from the pain. Pain. Pain was killing her, her head was pounding. She needed her personal superhero to save her, and the city. Where was she? She tried to breathe, but air wouldn't even fill her aching lungs.

They were dying. James and Winn already had collapsed on the ground, unconscious. Their face were distorted by pain. Was it how the human race would extinguish? Just like that? She didn't even have time to say goodbye.

Say goodbye to her sons.

To those she loved.

To Kara.

Her vision blurred, tears were streaming down her pale cheeks. Carter… Adam… Were they really out of town? She needed them to be fine. She needed to believe that they were fine so that she could finally go. Die thinking they would live without her. I love you, my boys.

She wondered, for a instant, where was Kira. And she hoped that she was with her loved ones. Where are you?

And Cat Grant closed her eyes, letting herself slip into the darkness of death.

« People of National City… today is a dark day… »

She awoke several hours later, to the voice of her radio. She awoke, after the storm, alive and as well as she could be, under the circumstances. Unsettled, she tried to move and winced at her sore limbs. Her head was still aching a little, probably from what she had been through. What they all had been through. She didn't care. Pain was a minor matter; She was alive. She had almost died today. Cat Grant frowned, not ready to open her eyes yet. Everything was suspiciously silent around her. Where was she? Only the voice of the radio, and muffled sounds. Was it cries? Never. Crying wasn't allowed at CatCo's Medias. People were fired for less then that.

Cat moved slowly, shifting position. She was no longer on the ground, but softly resting on her couch. It felt soft, and comfy. A blanket was covering her body, keeping her warm and secure. She didn't want to wake up. Not just yet. How did she go there?

Supergirl. Of course. It had to be her. The girl had been watching over her ever since her beginning, had saved her more than anyone else, had changed her to the core.

The CEO knew how much the young girl cared for her. Was it only because she had named her? Was it more? How could she tell? Through time, Cat had found in Supergirl more than an ally. A friend. A soft smile painted itself on her pinky lips. Yes, she had been here. Her office smelled like her. She opened her eyes, and stared into the none of the ceiling. She was very lucky to be alive. Were other hurt? Did people die because of.. whatever this was?

In her pocket, her phone rang, breaking the silence of this sad day. She wanted it to be Kara so that she could feel relieved. And yell at her. She hoped it was Kara, finally receiving her message. It was not.

« Cat Grant? » She said despite her sleepy voice.

« Mom, are you alright? »

She let a relived sigh, recognizing her youngest son's voice. Carter! Carter was alive and well. He was still at his father's house, in Atlanta. Her heart quivered, knowing that he could have been hurt. What would she have done without him? Luckily for her, she hadn't lost those who mattered the most to her. He was just fine. From now on, he would always be. She would make sure of that.

The blond woman rose from the couch, and started opening the windows of her office, letting the sun come and light her skin. It felt good to be alive, to feel warmth on her face.

« Carter, thank god you are fine! Don't worry about me, baby dear… I am well… »

« Have you heard? » He suddenly cut.

She frowned, hearing her baby's voice break suddenly. Something seemed wrong. What had happened during her nap? Was one of his friends injured? Turning her head towards the clock, Cat figured that she had been sleeping for a few hours, and she knew that a lot of things could have happened during that time. She started to walk towards her closed doors.

« About what? »

« Supergirl… Mom… »

The name of the hero made her heart beat faster. What about her? Was she fine? She hung up her phone, promising Carter she would call him back as soon as she could. Supergirl. Something had happened to her heroin. Hearing the radio outside of her office, Cat Grant opened her doors to a spectacular vision. She felt her legs shake, almost not able to support her weight. Everybody was gathered around the TV's she had installed in front of every computer, talking and weeping. They all stopped to look at their boss, opened their circle for her, in silence, and she moved closer to them. Cat Grant, the real Cat Grant, would have never done that, too afraid of bacterias or illnesses. Today was not that day. Today, she didn't care whether her hair was perfect or not, or if her make-up was undone. She didn't care about anything. Cat kept on walking towards the crowd, shaking as the headlines were making their ways to her heart.

« National City grieves on their superhero, the amazing Supergirl. »

It couldn't be. They had to be wrong. Supergirl was not dead. She couldn't be, right?

She looked at James in confusion, and he looked back, eyes filled with tears. He seemed devastated, just as his IT guy friend. They were the one who were crying most. Others seemed… concerned, and perhaps afraid. The blond woman's hands began to shake again, as tears crossed the barrier of her eyes. She felt the drop streaming down her cheek, before slowly dying at the edge of her chest.

They explained how she died. She didn't care. She didn't want to know. Her friend was dead, her personal hero had fallen. How could she want to hear such things?

Supergirl was dead. It all that mattered. She was not coming back.