It's only a misson- just like any other, Officer Sawyer told herself as she rode in the back of the SWAT car, rubbing her hands. It was a bitterly cold Tuesday morning. She had received a call around four telling her that she was needed to lead a team on a mission.

The mission was simple : storm a crime house, arrest all criminals, and rescue victims. So, why was she so worried? She couldn't explain the feeling - it was just one of those things. Normally, she would talk with Alex, but the agent was preoccupied. Supergirl had gone missing a few weeks ago. Alex had only come home like three times since then. Maggie never understood the bond that they had. In fact, she was a little jealous.

Her partner, Officer Wilkin, shook her shoulder, pulling her out of her thoughts. "We're here, Sawyer," he said gruffly. Wordlessly, the officers climbed out of the vehicle. They swiftly surrounded the house, the snow crunching under their feet as they walked. Sawyer held up her fingers and counted down towards Wilkn.

When she got to zero, he kicked the door in and the officers filed in, arresting the criminals standing by the entrance. The whole floor had been cleared, ten men arrested, and Maggie was happy. What had she been so worried about, anyway?

"We got a basement!" came a shout from teh other end of the house. Maggie's blood went cold. On every single horror movie she watched, the basement was the place where shit happened. In her years of being a cop, the same proved to be true.

"Sawyer, Wilkin, Jarrard, Cimorelli, clear it," her commanding officer ordered. Maggie shuffled to the basement enterance. She took a deep breath and lead the team down the steep stairwell.

Suddenly, the atmosphere's temperature skyrocketed. Maggie had been wanting heat, but this was almost excruciating. She was already beginning to sweat. That's when the smell hit her. It smelled of feces and stale urine. That was not a good sign. Pushing a wave of nausea down, the finally came to the concrete basement floor. When she looked around, she found the place to be strangely empty. However, she still crept along the walls of the square room until she came upon a doorway. It was hidden behind some empty crates, which were pushed aside easily.

Wilkin, sensing her hesitation, gave her a reassuring look and moved to open the door. As soon as he did, Maggie knew that this was the source of the smell.

"Jesus Christ!" Wilken exclaimed as he held his hand up to his greenish face. Maggie, however, was unfazed by this. She had expected it after all. She grudgingly moved to the door and was taken back by the sickly green glow of the room. It was kryptonite. She knew it. She knew enough from her girlfriend to recognize the substance. Why didn't she call Alex when she first got the feeling?

She waved Wilkin over and instructed him to call the DEO discretely. He nodded and went back upstairs, and Maggie resumed her sweep of the floor. It didn't take long to figure out the purpose of this room. It was a torture chamber.

There was a singular metal table with shackles hanging from the walls. Fresh blood was in puddles on the concrete floor. Maggie hoped that the blood was not Supergirl's. What would National City do without its hero? She inspected every inch, trying to find teh cause of her detective sensors going off. The, she found it. It was concealed well enough that only people who were looking for it would find it. Maggie walked up and patted softly on the rectangle. It was a door, all right.

She shimmied her fingers into the crack and tugged. Nothing happened. Then, her fellow officers helped, effectively prieng it open. Maggie's feeling was gone. She now knew what was upsetting her so much.

She once again fought back another wave of nausea and gingerly moved forewards. The dirty white walls were stuffed with cotton, just like the rooms in asylums. She walked over to the balled up form in the corner. Strangely, it was covered with warm blankets. She had an internal battle before deciding to help this girl. When she did, she was not surprised to find supergirl. The blankets were completely soaked through with sweat. Maggie discarded them and kneeled down by the fallen heroes head. She was shaking violently under a sack, but she wasn't talking.

As carefully as she could, Maggie removed the sack and took in the sight. Supergirl was blindfolded and gagged. Overcome with pity, Maggie reached out to comfort the hero. She realized her mistake when the girl violently turned away and flailed to the best of her ability. Her legs and arms were bound, but that didn't stop her from crawling desperately away until she found the opposite corner.

She laid on her side once again, curling into an even tighter ball, and shivering even harder. Maggie prayed for Alex to get here. She would know what to do. She waited quietly after sending teh officers upstairs. She figured that Supergirl wouldn't want anyone else to see her like this. More sirens could be heard from above, as well as heavy footfalls and quick voices.

Maggie thanked the gods, but Supergirl whimpered loudly and attempted to curl in even more. Alex arrived. "Maggie she called, sending Supergirl into a fresh wave of panicked squeals. Alex arrived at the doorway, gave Maggie a thankful look, and sat by Supergirl's head. She reached a hand for her cheek, and Maggie tried to stop her, but it was too late.

Upon contact, Supergirl sprawled spectacularly into the padded wall and wormed even further away, getting a few good kicks in before, once again, nestling in a corner. Her muffled pleads were desperate. Alex waved Maggie over.

"You need to hold her. She doesn't have her powers, so she can't kill you," Alex whispered.

"Why?" Maggie asked.

"I'm going to remove the blindfold so she can see me."

Without further explanation, Alex moved forewards with Maggie following close behind. Maggie got up close and wrapped her arms around Supergirl's shoulders. Before she could do anything, Maggie put one leg over both of Supergirl's. Alex quickly ripped the blindfold off and removed the gag.

"Kara, sweety, look at me. Please, Kara." It finally made sense now. Maggie had always suspected it, but there was no way to make sure. There was nobody Alex loved more than her sister. "Kara, come on."

Alex's kind words had no effect on the girl. She was still petrified. Her body was producing massive amounts of heat, and by the way her chest was moving, Maggie suspected that she was having a full blown panic attack. She had seen Kara have some before, too. Alex motioned for Maggie to let go, and she did do without further question.

This time, Kara did not scurry away. She landed with a small thud on the floor. Alex stroked her hair calmly and whispered in her ear. Kara calmed down the slightest bit, but it was enough for Alex to check her pulse.

"We have to get her out. She's not calming, and this heat isn't helping her at all... or me," Alex explained. So, even the girl of steel can get overheated. Maggie thought.

"Maggie!" Alex said as she lifted half of her sister.

"Sorry!" Maggie rushed over and pulled Kara's other arm over her shoulder, cringing at every wave of heat that billowed off of her.

The trip up the stairs was a very long one with many pauses. Kara was taller than both girls, and very lanky. Her limbes moved without coordination or much power, so at that point, the girls were basically carrying her.

They got her onto the main floor and into a private side room. Kara was now shivering harder than before. She was panting and writing on the bare mattress.

"Why is she still shivering?" asked Maggie.

"Kryptonians don't feel physical extremes. She doesn't feel extreme heat, pain, cold, or tiredness, but when she was exposed to the kryptonite, her body didn't know how to react. It keeps telling her she's cold, and moving her up here made her even colder," Alex responded, sitting by the bed and cradling her sister's head.

"Sould we have left her down there?" asked Maggie.

"No, her body was overheating, but she just thought she was cold. Once she has enough sun, she should eventually sleep it off."

Kara attempted to fend off Alex, but the girl had no coordination or strength. Her pupils weren't contracting, and she wasn't aware of her surroundings. After a few minutes, Kara threw up onto the ground. Alex supported her sister's weight with arms around her stomach and chest while Maggie pulled back her hair.

"That's good, sweetie. Let it out. Shh. It'll be okay." Alex comforted her little sister until she was done retching. When she was, she fell limply against Alex. She almost looked asleep, but Alex knew better she was just waking up.

Kara gasped and rolled away from her sister. She took in her surroundings with a still-fuzzy visoion. Alex watched as her littel sister was panting and looking all around. She recognised the panic attack.

"Kara, it's okay. Maggie and I are here. Listen to my voice." Alex took Kara's hand and pushed it against her chest, right above her heart. Maggie watched silently. "Kara, feel my heart. I'm here, and you're safe. Match your breaths to mine." Alex used the technique she had perfected from years of anxiety when they were children. Kara immediately began to relax. She looked at Alex.

"Ah.. Ale..." Kara tried to form words, but all that came out were strangled sobs. Alex pulled her sister close.

"I...wanna...go...home," Kara managed through breaths.

"Let's go home, Kara. Let's go home."