A/N:
This is my first Supergirl fan made fiction so bear with me if I kind of mess some things. English is not my first language and every mistake that I made and I will make is my responsibility and my stupidity. My knowledge of Supergirl is based on TV series and internet alone. I humbly request to you, whoever who will read this—have mercy on your comments. My self-confidence is weak af lol
Kidding aside, this is a slow burn SuperCorp Fic. It may not look like it but I have to establish the case first in this chapter before tackling their growing relationship. So, bear with me, please?
And to my readers of CF, I am so sorry but my flash drive got corrupted and I'm in the process of re-writing the whole damn chapter.
DISCLAIMER: Supergirl is not mine but I really, reallyyyyy wanted to own Katie Mcgrath. Well, who wouldn't? Whapow!
Chapter One
The smell of death wafted around the alley but all he can think about is her. The woman she loved all his life. Not minding the mess and the gore of the blood that gushed when he slit her throat, he kneeled in front of the quaking woman and he watched life slowly drained out of her eyes. A bubble of excitement erupted in his throat when her eyes turned hazy with pain. In his eyes, the dying woman became her true love—his nostrils flared at the smell of fresh blood oozing from her mouth and imagined her trying to ask him why he did it.
He leaned down to her and whispered, "It's because I love you. I won't let you become what you are today." A choking sound drew his eyes on her face, as he watched her die. His heart hammered in his chest as he felt torn between supreme bliss that surged through his veins and terror that he killed someone thinking of her. No, he must not panic. Sweat rolled down his spine as he stood up and slowly—took a step back.
His throat dried when he saw her again. Reminding himself that she's already dead, he mustered enough self-control to stop his crotch from hardening. She was his, all of it. He was she's last—and the thought of it aroused him even more. She won't touch another woman again because he ended it—he made her experience what it's like to be with a man. He chuckled—his eyes mad with glee at the thought of his seed spilled inside of her. He branded her and that was all he thought while he arranged her for his awaiting beloved audience.
"We have a suspicious 187 at Oceanside Street. Two uniforms found it and they are still canvassing the area if the perp is still around. Respond code two." The police scanner crackled inside the car.
"Dispatch, this is Detective Maggie Sawyer. That's 10-4. I'm en route, ETA two minutes away from the scene."
"Copy, Sawyer, Detective Maggie. Dispatch out." Reversing the patrol car, Detective Maggie threw her cigarette butt out of the window and hit the siren. Someone yelped when her car screeched to a halt.
"Watch it, you asshole!" The man shouted as he rolled down his window. "You almost ran me down!" His jaw fell when he saw ahead of a gorgeous woman emerged from the window of the patrol car.
"It's Detective asshole! I'm on duty you fucker! Can't you see?" She pointed at the roof of her car as the blue and red light shone.
"On duty, my butt." The civilian muttered to himself. The officer might be gorgeous but no doubt, a no-pushover. He reversed his car and he watched the Detective gunned her engine away.
As the detective got nearer at the scene, slowed down her car and reached for the siren above it and turned it off. She rolled the window of her car and unlocked the door. Only the sound of the closing door of her car was heard and she unlocked her holster as she pulled out her gun. Straining her ears for any sounds, she walked towards the dark alley—a retching sound echoed as she neared and she saw one of the uniforms doubling over as he vomited violently.
"Officer," She called the man as he finally stopped himself. His face pale and a haunted look was shadowing his dilated eyes.
"Ma'am—I mean Detective Sawyer," He swallowed bile rising to his throat and he wiped his mouth, trying to compose himself. "I'm sorry, Detective. I didn't manage to hold myself but the crime scene is intact—," He gripped his knees as he tried to stop himself from buckling under pressure.
She knew it'll be bad but she can't stop her stomach from quivering. She was not a greenhorn with homicide but nevertheless, Maggie gritted her teeth as she prepared herself for the worst.
The stench of blood was the first thing flooded her nose and she clamped her mouth harder when she saw blood. Her steps faltered and she tightened her grip to her gun—there was blood everywhere, it was like a mass carnage. Bloods dripping from wall, floor, around the alley. Blood sprayed around her she felt like she was in some kind of nightmare, that anytime someone would jump on her and kill her. She could see a blood trail, most likely—the victim was dragged through the darkest corner of the alley.
Steeling her nerves, Maggie raised her gun and followed the trail. Her eyes widened and she felt herself stiffened at the scene in front of her. Her ears buzzed with shock and all she can do was stand frozen—remains of a human were lying in the corner, dead eyes ghastly staring and its throat were opened wide with a slash from side to side. This wasn't the first time she saw a victim like this but what comes next was horrifying even for a Detective who specialize in alien cases like her.
Maggie wouldn't even recognize it's gender if it wasn't for a long black crown of hair cascading around her shoulder. The victim was Caucasian, around five foot, and six inch, mid-twenties. The body was naked and to Maggie, it felt like she was—posed. Her arms and legs were wide open like a letter X. Maggie unconsciously swallowed the sudden bile rose to her throat as she studied the rest of its remaining body.
The upper body was covered with bruises and hickeys but her lower part—Maggie staggered back and she inhaled sharply when she saw that the pelvic area to her vagina was split open like it was sliced by a jagged knife. Like a butchered pig—no, killing a pig is much more humane that what was in front of her. Her pelvic bone was crushed, cracked like an egg and she wondered how on earth someone could stomach this kind of overkill. Her blood ran cold when she saw a note placed on the victim's chest.
I will continue to save you, my one true love.
H
Trembling, Maggie reached for her HT and her radio cracked. "This is Detective Sawyer requesting for an Investigative team at Oceanside Street, the scene is secure."
"Copy, Detective Sawyer. Dispatch out." A sound of a fluttering cape caught her attention and Maggie released a relieved sigh when she saw Supergirl hovering above her.
"What happened?" Supergirl asked when she slowly descended beside her. Supergirl rushed to her sister's girlfriend when her heart suddenly became erratic. Ever since Maggie became her sister's girlfriend, she included the detective in her daily check up with her loved ones.
Her eyes grim, she glanced at Supergirl and she nodded towards the corner of the alley. Still staring at Supergirl's face, she wasn't even shocked when saw her go pale. "Oh, Rao," She whispered horrifically. She had never seen this kind of cruelty in her life and all she can think about was how she'll stop herself from vomiting.
"How can someone be this…vicious?" Her blue eyes hazy with sickness at the same time she bit her lower lip to stop her urge to check the scene. It wouldn't help the police if she contaminated it.
"With humans, they always find creative ways to kill each other," Maggie said grimly.
A series of closing door echoed behind them and Maggie glanced at the team. She watched them falter in their steps and walked slowly as if preparing to the grisliness that they will encounter.
"I'll check the perimeters if there's someone suspicious. Whoever had done these will definitely be covered in blood," Maggie nodded and Supergirl bent her knees and spiraled upward.
By the time Supergirl's retreating form was gone—the team finally collected their wits and proceeded to gather whatever evidence was left. Good thing the wind finally had died down or she didn't know how she'll warm herself while watching what was left of the botched woman in front of them.
"Is everything okay, Supergirl?" Alex's voice crackled in her comm.
"Kind of?" She stopped midair and used her super senses to check the vicinity.
"What do you mean?" Her sister answered back.
"Maggie discovered a homicide down at the Oceanside and I'm checking if there's someone suspicious around the area." She mellowed when she passed by the street and some people who were walking beneath her was awestruck at Supergirl's sudden appearance.
"Maggie? Is she all right?" Alex worried voice caught her attention.
"She's okay don't worry but I think she was shaken," She smiled a little to the crowd gathered around her before she flew up to continue.
"What happened?" Kara tried to relay what she saw but words were not enough to describe the meanness behind the murder. "We both knew that Maggie was used to these kinds of killings but when I saw her, she was dumbstruck just as I was. There was blood everywhere Alex, I—," Kara shook her head as if she was trying to shut the memory out of her head.
"It was awful," She stopped a little and she strained her ear when she heard a scream. Within seconds, Supergirl managed to stop a robber from shooting a bystander outside the grocery store.
"I still don't get it why they had this sudden urge to punch me even though their guns wasn't effective," Kara watched the robber yelp in pain after he broke his knuckles from punching her.
Alex chuckled at the other line. "It's an ego thing to men, Supergirl. We, women, won't get it."
"I object! That's got nothing to do with gender! It's plain and simple stupidity!" Winn's voice echoed at the communication making Kara snort.
"Whatever," She pushed the robber to his back and she dragged him up to the nearest police station. After dropping him, she took his gun and she bent its nozzle to render it useless. Picking the robber up, the police thank her and resumed flying throughout the city.
"No one suspicious," Kara muttered to herself. "Alex, I'll just check on Maggie then I'll be going home."
"No problem, I'll bring pizza later. See you," Turning off her communication, Kara took another loop back to double check the city before retiring for the day as Supergirl.
In times like this, flying while watching the day ends was always been the same for her. Her chest swelled with pride and happiness as she watched National City progressed day by day. This was her destiny, her honor, her own personal happiness. Protecting every citizen in National City would be her undying devotion, just like what her mother would want for her.
Kara closed her eyes and she breathed deeply. The smell of Autumn leaves tickled her nose and it made her nostalgic for some unknown reason. Spring has always been her season—the fresh smell of blooming flowers had always been her favorite. Just remembering the smell of fresh grass in Midvale made her smile, yeah—grass makes her happy. Well, back in Krypton, they barely had this green landscape in their world.
But when she saw a familiar building ahead, Kara stopped midair, and her heart doubled its rate. It was the L-Corp. Kara looked away, unable to lay her eyes on that brilliant building. She knew that it was inevitable but to activate the device to save the earth from the invasion of Daxamites. Deep inside, she knew that it was all Rhea's fault but seeing Lena—a reminder of what she had lost once again open the wounds that she barely managed to mend. Yeah, it was given that she and Mon-el were slowly drifting apart but what happened between them ripped her heart. The guilt she bore when she ended things before he left the earth. Raw pain etched in his face hearing the words she said to him, knowing it wasn't entirely his fault. Mon-el doesn't deserve that kind of breakup as a former confidante and a friend despite his faults. Then there was Lena—ignoring her for the past few months, not explaining what the reason for her cold treatment.
Numbness echoed her whole being from losing both of her best friend and ex-boyfriend at the same time. She knew that everyone was worried for her, ignoring the hollow feeling every time she would take a break and stop. Most of them thought that it was only Mon-el—nobody knew that Lena Luthor also left her without a glance and the worst part was Kara let her. She didn't do anything about it instead she buried herself in Supergirl's cause and Kara Danvers work but seeing the tall building of L-Corp—made her ache. Ignoring the void beat of her own heart, Kara took a last glimpse back to Lena's office window before catapulting herself to drown away the heartbeat of a woman who became important for her in such a short time.
"Captain," Maggie snapped a salute to her superior as she was called to report the case that she's handling.
"At ease Detective," Captain Jameson gestured for her to sit down. "We have a situation agent," He pushed a picture of a stunning brunette to her. As Maggie remembered the victim, even in death, the woman was a picture of beauty.
Maggie nodded grimly. "Yes sir, it was confirmed that it was Emily Dunne, an Irish supermodel was found dead approximately seventeen hundred hours. Prelim on the scene indicates that the COD was a single slash in her throat. The lack of defensive wound indicates that the victim was either drugged or came willingly to the perp." Maggie paused and dragged a ragged breath to continue.
"The medical examiner on site confirmed that the victim was sexually molested before death thus explaining the hickeys and bruises at the upper body. We set a few uniform for door to door but with that kind of neighborhood, we came up with nothing."
With his hand folded beneath his chin, Captain Jameson nodded to her. "Have they established if it was a human or an alien that killed her?"
Maggie shook her head. "Both species can and will do these kind of act Sir, so unless we find more incriminating evidence, we can't draw a final conclusion on this one."
"Have you informed the next of kin?"
"Not yet but after this, I'll be informing her family next."
"I understand Detective," He paused as he studied the woman in front of him. "I know that you are one of the finest Detectives here at NCPD so I won't insult you by telling how to do your job. Be warned that this will become a high profile case once the media got a wind of it, so thread carefully. You are the primary of this case and you have the NCPD at your disposal."
"Yes, Sir." Both of them stood up and Captain Jameson buttoned his uniform.
"I'll be informing the Chief of Police of the situation and dance with their usual damn politics now, Detective," His eyes fierce with emotion. "Get me the killer."
She nodded and left his office. With her mind occupied, Maggie walked straight to the bullpen of homicide department.
"Hey Mags," Maggie glanced at the source of the voice.
"Hey," A tall blonde woman tapped her at the back. "Captain appraised me and ordered me to tag along with you," A small smile was offered to her by Detective Jane Reyes.
"So we'll be partners for a while," Jane offered her hand for a handshake.
"Thanks, you'll be a great help. Let's inform the next of kin." Detective Reyes shifted aside and gestured her to lead the way. Both women walked towards the entrance of the NCPD.
"I've been in the homicide for three years but informing a death of a family member doesn't get easier," Jane muttered dejectedly.
"If it gets easier then the lives of victims doesn't matter anymore," Maggie said as she started her car. Suddenly missing Alex, she suddenly wished that she could see her right now.
Standing in front of a cheery looking townhouse, Maggie knocked twice. A muffled voice answered. After a few more seconds, the door opened.
A mousy-haired woman blinked twice at them then turned at their get-ups. "How may I help you?" The woman in front of them was equally gorgeous as Emily Dunne but in an androgynous way.
"Brianna Burke?"
With a puzzled look, the woman nodded at them. "Yes, May I know who you are?"
"Do you know Emily Dunne?"
"Yes, she's my fiancée. Is something the matter?" Abruptly, her eyes darkened with worry.
"Can we talk somewhere in private?"
"No, now can you tell me what is going on? What happened? Is she all right?" Her eyes slid to Jane then back at her.
"Fuck," Jane muttered behind her.
Knowing that it would still be painful, she quickly relayed the news. "Ms. Burke, I'm sorry to tell you that Ms. Dunne is dead."
"Are you shitting me? We just talked a few hours ago. She was on her way home. You made a mistake. Please leave." The shaken woman tried to close the door but Maggie was faster. She put her body before she got the chance to close it.
"There is no mistake, I am very sorry for you loss." The woman stared at them, then she slowly back up inside the living room. She slowly shook her head.
"No, no. No. That's not true! Please leave or I'll call the police!"
"Ma'am, we are the police. I'm sorry but Ms. Dunne was murdered."
"Em? Murdered? No, that's not true. She doesn't have enemies…Everybody loves Em. There is no way someone would murder sunshine like her." Both of them watched her as she combed and gripped her hair hard as if the news that delivered were foreign.
"I'll call her right now, you'll see." She whirled back and fumbled towards the couch, trying to find her phone.
"Ms. Burke," Maggie firmly placed her hand on Brianna's shaking shoulders and guided her to the couch. "She's been identified through DNA and fingerprints—," But the grieving woman cut her off.
"I want to see her," She sprang angrily and the coffee table in front of them rattled. "And you'll see that it's not her."
Morgue always made her stomach churn. No matter how much antiseptic they used, they still couldn't mask the scent of death swirling around the place. Together with Jane, Maggie gestured the rigid woman to the viewing window.
Maggie saw too many deaths but it was always been too unbearable to watch the first gut-wrenching shock that course through the body of the families once they confirmed that it was really their loved one that was lying on the other side.
Emily Dunne was covered with a sheet up onto her chin to hide the hideousness of death from her family.
"No," Brianna pressed her clenched hands at the glass. "No, no, no! This is not right! Em!"
Maggie gently laid her hands on the shaking woman as Brianna started to pound the window with her fists. "Please, Ms. Burke. Just nod if it is Miss Emily Dunne," She nodded then she started to weep and like a melting candle, she fell to the floor.
"I'll get her some water," Jane said with a hoarse voice. Maggie had no choice but to wrap her arms around the sobbing woman as Brianna engulfed her in a tight embrace, her tear stained face pressed into her shoulder.
"Come on, Ms. Burke, come with me please…" Maggie whispered as she kept a supporting arm around her. No words could help her now; no magic could bring the dead back, no cure for that empty feeling inside her chest. All Maggie can offer now is answers.
She guided her to seat at the bench outside the viewing room and Maggie took a handkerchief from her pocket and pressed it into her trembling hands. "Here is your water," Brianna just took the cup offered to her but didn't drink.
"I'm very sorry for your loss," Those words always made her feel inadequate, but she offered it anyway.
"Who would hurt Em? I don't understand, why?"
"It's our job to find out Ms. Burke, and we will find out. Any information that you will offer will speed up our investigation." Maybe it was the conviction in Maggie's voice or her own helplessness, Brianna grasped her hand and stared at her.
"We were supposed to be married two months from now, I—," She swallowed heavily and she wiped her tears as it rolled down to her cheeks. "I love her so much—she's the sunshine of my life. How can this happen to her…" She drew a deep breath and cleared her throat. "She was rarely alone with her kind of job. Was it robbery?"
"We don't think so, how long have you been together?"
"We've been together for five years now, since college but we started to date publicly last year. We had to keep mum about our relationship because we're not sure how would it affect her career," She absentmindedly took a sip from the cup and with an obvious effort, she swallowed heavily.
"Did you know if someone wants to hurt her? If someone's bothering her? Any obsess fans?"
"No one, she would have to me if someone's bothering her. We're always talking and there's no secret between us. Why are you asking me?" Realization dawned on her and her blue eyes hardened.
Deciding to tell Brianna the truth doesn't stop her anger from flooding her chest. "She was sexually assaulted, Ms. Burke."
"She was…raped? Oh my god," She started to rapped her fist against her knees. "The bloody bastard raped her!" She lurched to her feet and she flung the cup of water across the room, spilling its contents in front of them.
"I should have gone with her, bloody hell, but she insisted that I should relax here because it's my first time off. Oh, my God…I should have gone with her…No, Em…my sweet Em," Grief shook Brianna's entire body as she sunk into her knees.
Maggie knew that she had to ask, she had to catch her off guard—to see if she'll include the woman in her list of suspects but acknowledging it didn't make it easier for her, or for anyone. "Where were you?"
"What?"
"Where were you this afternoon? Between three pm to six pm?" Brianna's body stiffened at her question and Maggie almost flinched when she glared at her with tear-stricken face. They watched her opened her mouth but stopped—she shook her head and swallowed hard.
"I understand," Brianna whispered. "I know that you had to ask, to eliminate me from the suspects but god…I…just thinking of hurting her…I would cut my arms first before hurting her," She said sorrowfully.
Pity welled at Maggie. "That's right…"
"I'm here at our house—I took a nap around two pm? Then I woke up around three pm because she called me, she told me that they're wrapping things up and she's on her way home. After talking to her, her mother called me—oh, my god, her mom… I need to tell them."
"We already took care of that, Ms. Burke," Maggie watched her wiped her tears as she continued to weep. "Is there anyone we can call for you?"
"I…My mom, I need to be with my mom," Grief shook her body and all Maggie can do was watch Brianna fall apart.
"I'll have an officer to escort you home, Ms. Burke." Jane took the liberty to call for an officer. They remained to her side, offering their silent support as they wait for the uniform to accompany her home.
"You have to find that bastard," Tears was cascading to her already pale cheeks as Maggie glanced at Brianna. "Promise me, that you'll find that bastard that killed Em. Please…" She croaked.
Maggie nodded while holding her gaze, silently swearing to the gods above to guide her. "We will, Miss Burke." Beside her, Jane kneeled in front of Brianna and she softly squeezed her knees. "They will escort you home, Ms. Burke, come…" Both of them watched the still sobbing woman as she was escorted towards the patrol car.
"That can't be acting," Jane murmured, Maggie glanced at her and she was slightly surprised that the Detective's shoulder was slumped.
She nodded absentmindedly. "For now, she's in the last of my list."
"As if we have one," she snorted and Maggie smiled good-naturedly. "Besides, she doesn't look like she's capable of that,"
"I bet whoever did this to her doesn't look like a murderer Detective," Maggie stood up and she pocketed her hands. "Have you forgotten who keeps us employed?"
"Geez, Maggie. What a jolly way to remind me," Jane followed her inside the viewing room as she walked.
"We need to keep the end of the bargain and earn our salary, Detective," Maggie smirked at her.
"Slave driver," Jane grumbled smile evident in her voice.
"What a whacked way to end the day, Detectives." Two pairs of medical gloves were handed to them by a boyish-looking man as they reach the autopsy table. Medical Examiner Carter, one of Maggie's newfound friends in National City smiled sympathetically at them.
"Literally whacked for her," Jane muttered under her breath as she slipped on the plastic gloves to her hands.
"Tox report came back and she was mildly tranqed around her neck area, injected, fast acting and within seconds, It'll make her dizzy and compliant for ten to twenty minutes."
"Long enough to grab her. Perp might have pretended to call her then she glanced at the perp then bam," Maggie reenacted as she tap Jane at the back. "Drag her somewhere to rape and mutilate her," Jane grunted at her.
"That alley was the dumping area, the perp needed some place where he can slaughter her without being caught," Jane grimaced when Maggie dangerously leaned at the victims' neck to sniff.
"She was sanitized," She murmured to herself.
"Yep, gleaming clean I might say. The bastard cleaned her with over the counter bacterial soap," He cleared his throat. "As of now we're processing what kind of soap and water did he used on her. I'll update you after we have the results."
"Very anal, we've got an organized killer," Jane said in a hard voice.
"How about semen?" She wasn't hoping for any trace. Goddamn, just thinking of her being subjected to rape was enough to make Maggie seething.
"Not a trace, I say he covered his soldier. If there was any trace, the damage he did to her pelvis was enough to pulverize it. The son-of-a-bitch was thorough," Carter took off his micro goggles, forcefully removed his gloves and threw it in the trashcan beside the autopsy table. "The shitty part of this was, we haven't pieced together what he used to crack her pelvis, it'll probably take days but right now, we're at loss."
"I don't understand why he had to…why he had to crack her body? He cleaned her then after dumping her, he mutilated her, making it look like an overkill. Her upper body was covered with hickeys, like—he was making love with her. It doesn't make any sense," Jane said quietly.
Remembering the position of the body, Maggie mused. "He loved her, he was honoring her, there was love in there Jane, remember the note?" Maggie's gut churned at her sudden suspicion. "He will continue to save her…"
Jane's eyes widened when she caught a movement behind her back. "Is that…?"
"Maggie!" Maggie's head whipped when she heard a familiar voice.
"Supergirl? What are you doing in here? Is Alex okay?" Maggie said in a harsh breath.
"Yes, yes, she's okay," Kara rubbed her arms to calm Maggie and she released a shaky breath. Ever since Alex's abduction, Maggie's been jumpy when it comes to her girlfriend. Reminding herself that they were not alone, she cleared her throat. "Supergirl, this is Detective Jane and Dr. Carter. Carter, Jane, meet Supergirl."
Kara straightened her back and she smiled brightly at them. "Hi,"
Still slack-jawed, Maggie elbowed Jane and she scowled at her. "You know Supergirl?"
"Isn't it obvious?" She pointed at Kara's suit and Jane's scowl deepened. "She's working with my girlfriend, dummy."
"It's an honor to meet you, Supergirl." Carter offered his hands and Supergirl shook it.
"So what brings you here? Any suspicious character?"
"I—I," Kara shook her head as if to find a quicker way to convey her words. "I found another victim, Maggie."
Maggie's back snapped back, rigid with sudden tension of Supergirl's implication. "What?"
Instead of words, Supergirl took her cell phone from her boots and she encoded her password. After swiping for a few seconds, Supergirl showed them a picture.
Remains of a body were already on the verge of decomposition but they could clearly see how Supergirl thought that she died at the same hands. Its face was already broken down and been eaten by scavengers but its black crown of hair was completely captured by the flash of Supergirl's cell phone. Revulsion crawled to her spine as Supergirl showed them the next picture.
I will continue to save you, my one true love.
T
Maggie stifled a gasp and with a strong voice, Supergirl said. "We've got ourselves a serial killer,"
To be continued