A/N. I don't own most of the characters and certain parts of the plot. Courtesy goes to the creative team behind CW's Supergirl.

Danvers and Dead Bodies

"Or… these patterns highly suggest where Roulette is planning to hold her next cockpit fight fantasies!" Win Schott exclaimed, pointing to his screens.

"A careful woman like Roulette, she's smart enough to lay low after her run-in with us. There are no patterns here," replied Hank.

Supergirl grunted, sighed, and ran her hands frustratingly through her hair. She had called the emergency meeting out of her paranoia that Roulette is going to wreck greater havoc in National City. "There must be something here, Hank!"

"I'm sorry but until we get more than just dots on Mr. Schott's screens, we're not deploying manpower and resources for just this paranoid vibe of yours."

She folded her arms and turned to silent girl seated with them. "What do you think, Alex?"

Suddenly, Winn and Hank remembered her presence. "Is she okay?" Winn whispered upon seeing Alex's frozen figure.

"Alex!" Supergirl yelled, jolting the other Danvers conscious of them.

"Yeap, um, sure, yes," Alex straightened up her seat and furrowed her brows. "I'm sorry, what are we talking about?"

Supergirl grunted again. "I'm going home."

She left, so did Hank and Winn. Alex yawned. Her head was a spinning mess and her eyelids barely holding up. She dreaded the Netflix hours she spent the previous night, and the Ben & Jerry's, and the persecutory sense of inadequacy. Her phone vibrated in her pocket. When she opened it, a message from Det. Sawyer read "Wanna see another dead body?"

Alex rolled her eyes. She threw her phone clanking up Winn's unmanned station. Alex recalled asking Maggie for a drink yesterday just to see Maggie's date do the epic entrance of a lip smack and a hand around the waist. Alex had trouble dealing with the rejection.

From Winn's desk, her phone vibrated again. She knew it was Maggie, and there was no point in entertaining her. Alex found her dangerous. Maggie was trouble, and trouble was not Alex's thing. It was Kara's. Alex was raised not to trust everyone so easy and be cautious of basically everything. The smirking, the flirting, the hand-holding, everything: Maggie was trouble.

Nevertheless, Alex walked over and checked the unread message, "You. Me. Dead body. Corner of Main and 9th. NOW. - Det. Sawyer"

Bossy. Suddenly, she found herself amused and excited. Was it the authoritative tone? Or the dead body? Was it Maggie? Rolling her eyes, Alex grabbed her coat and went for Maggie… for trouble. "Watch yourself, Danvers," she whispered to herself as he walked toward the the main door of the DEO. She would deal with her Maggie-issues later after this thing with the dead body.

She could just take her bike and roll to the crime scene in a jiffy but in all intentions, Alex didn't; she walked. She took her time - hands stuffed into the comfy pockets of her coat - and passed by Catco, through the park, the bank with the blue exterior, before reaching the blockade surrounding the scene.

"Hey." With zero ounce of cheer, she greeted Maggie, who was taking a closer look at the victim's body.

Maggie looked up and squinted at the brightness of the day. "What took you so long, Danvers?" The cop smiled.

It wasn't the tone Alex expected. There was a reason she took her time reaching the scene. Alex acted unprofessionally on purpose. She wanted to see Maggie Sawyer pissed off. She wanted to see some human bareness behind the smirks and the flirts. There wasn't any of it right now. There was just… Maggie.

"You're trouble," Alex said in low tone. Her eyes widened, realizing it didn't come off inside her head but out of her mouth… and Maggie heard it crystal clear.

"I'm what?"