"Hey, are you leaving that place, or do I need to send in an extraction team?" Kara rolled her eyes at her sister and shifted her phone from one ear to the other.

"I am going to go. I just need finish up Ms. Grant's schedule for tomorrow and clean up a couple more layouts. Why? Is… is something wrong?"

Alex chuckled. "Nothing's wrong, Supergirl. You can stand down. I just thought you might want to do dinner tonight, but, from the sounds of things, you're going to raincheck me."

"Yeah," she answered apologetically to her sister, "I really have to finish up here. I'm sorry. Maybe Friday?"

"Assuming nothing Earth threatening happens, sounds like a date," Alex replied with a sigh. "Don't work too hard, okay? Even you have to rest."

"I won't; I promise." With a word of goodbye, Kara set the phone down and focused on writing in Tuesday's schedule in her day planner, this time in green.

"Kiera!" Cat's voice pulled her from her concentration. At seven at night, one would assume Cat Grant was home. One would be wrong. "Bring me tomorrow's editorial on Gaga."

Kara stood, grabbing the article on her way into her boss's office. "Here you are, Ms. Grant."

"Thank you," Cat answered absentmindedly as she looked over the editorial. "This is a terrible picture. This looks like something taken three years ago back in her shock the crowd days."

"James took it three days ago, Ms. Grant."

"I see." Cat seemed to consider the photo a bit longer. "I don't know why we're bothering. She's old news anyway. I suppose it doesn't matter. It should be good enough for some clickbait. Still," she set the paper down on her coffee table and looked at it from afar as she pulled her glasses off and tapped her bottom lip with them.

Kara pulled in a little breath. When had she started to notice how fetching Cat Grant looked when she was deep in thought? Maybe she needed to listen to her sister and go home.

Cat frowned, briefly glancing up at the noise from her assistant and then back to the layout. "No, I really don't like. This is going to be the feature tomorrow for the online publication. It needs to be something different than the usual Gaga trash. Go pull every picture we have of Gaga for the past three months and send them to me. I'll pick something out from there."

It might seem like a little request, but the truth was that sort of search would take a solid hour. It was nearing eight, and Kara really wanted to go home. She stood in front of Cat debating asking if she could come in early tomorrow and do the search while knowing that the answer would be no.

"Well?" Cat glanced up again, raising an eyebrow. Kara swallowed thickly at that sight, asking herself since when did she find the older woman's berating look sexy, "Chop! Chop!"

"Right," Kara nodded, turning on her heels on to go off in search of the impossible.


At 8:30, Kara was given permission to leave, and she happily took it despite the fact she felt a little guilty leaving Cat alone in the office. It wasn't the first time. Cat often lived at work, especially when Carter was with his father, but it was already late, and Kara wondered if Cat would end up sleeping on her couch again.

Considering ways she might get the older woman to go home and come back in the morning as the employee elevator took her down to the ground floor, Kara finally realized nothing short of a miracle would do. She frowned, shaking her head. Cat needed to go home.

Stepping outside, she looked up and breathed in deeply. The air was brisk and the night sky clear. It was the perfect night to go flying. She stopped mid-step. Of course. It was obvious how to get Cat to go home.


"Working late, Ms. Grant?"

Cat looked up from her layouts to find Supergirl floating in front of her balcony. She mentally patted herself on the back for thinking to open the balcony's doors.

"These layouts won't edit themselves." She used the glasses in her hands to motion at the paperwork making a ring around her. "I see you're working late, too. Do you even sleep?"

Kara smirked. "Yes, I sleep, but generally I don't need as much sleep as humans do." She floated inside and touched down on the thick carpet of Cat's office. "Don't you think those can wait until the morning? It's getting late, and it can be dangerous to go out alone this late at night."

"Did you fly all the way to my office to tell me to go home?" Cat narrowed her eyes playfully, and Kara could feel herself blush a bit.

"I was in the area, and I noticed your light was on and the balcony door was open." Supergirl tried for a nonchalant shrug, but it looked as stiff as it felt. "I thought I'd come check it out."

"I see." Cat seemed to look her over for a moment. "Is that the only thing you came to check out?"

Kara nearly chocked. "I don't…" she felt her eyes widen in panic. Was Cat flirting with her? "What do you…" She cleared her throat. "What do you mean?"

The short haired blonde chuckled. "You are young, aren't you?" Shaking her head, she slid her glasses back on and picked up a layout. Holding it up to the other woman, she tilter her head and asked, "What do you think of this picture of Lady Gaga?"

"I…" Kara was confused and completely thrown off. "…uh, it's fine?"

Cat hummed with displeasure at her. Turning the layout back around, she held it out at arm's length. "I think Gaga isn't half as photogenic as her little monsters think she is."

Supergirl crossed her arms and sighed. Even as the most physically powerful woman on earth, she still couldn't sway Cat Grant to go home. "Ms. Grant, it's nearly nine at night. Don't you think this can wait until tomorrow? At the very least, you'll have people here with some sort of expertise in whatever it is you're looking for input on."

"Expertise is relative," Cat murmured as she tossed the layout back down. Standing, she pulled her glasses off again and walked toward the other woman. Kara mentally shook her head. No, Cat wasn't just walking; she was prowling. "What's your expertise, Supergirl?" The shorthaired blonde cocked her head to the side. "Do you have a day job? Where do you sleep at night? Or do you sleep during the day?"

"Oh, you know," the younger woman tried for casual again, heard herself, and gave up. She'd gone from wishing for more of Cat's attention to wishing she could make a smooth escape from the inquisitive woman now standing just an arm's length away. "I'm a work in progress." She glanced down, giving a self-depreciating smile. "I'd like to think my specialty is helping others."

Cat hummed in thought. "And what about your day job?"

"What about it?" Kara mentally kicked herself. She'd responded too quickly, and her brain had kicked in too late. That's the kind of question that leave things open for Cat to…

"So you do have a day job?" The older woman grinned. "What is it? Can you give me an area, maybe? Do you have a degree?"

Supergirl let out a heavy sigh. "Does it really matter?" Waving her hand to dismiss whatever the other woman was going to say, Kara pulled in as much courage as she could muster and tried, once again, to simply get Cat to go home. "What matters is that I'm usually here when you need me, and, right now, I'm here to tell you to go home, Ms. Grant. It's now 9:15, and, speaking as someone who does have a day job, I can say with certainty that going to work the next day after working late the day before can be killer."

Cat looked the younger woman up and down again. "Whenever I need you?"

"What?" Kara could feel her blush creeping back up her neck. That's not at all what she meant. Probably. No, definitely. Definitely probably not what she meant. She sucked in a breath and tried not to notice how attractive Cat's challenging eyes could be, especially when paired with a smirk. "I mean, anyone in the city. A plural you, Ms. Grant. Now," she raised her eyebrows and crossed her arms, "Are you going to go home, or am I going to have to force the issue?"

"As much as I'd like to see how you would 'force the issue,' Supergirl, I think you may be right. I really need a second opinion that's better than 'it's fine' regarding this layout." Cat quickly turned, dismissively ignoring the confusion evident on the other woman's face. "I think I'll call my car, call my assistant to be here early tomorrow, and then go home." Cat reached down to pick up her phone. "Are you going to walk me to my car, or are you done babysitting me tonight? I'm sure there's someone out there that needs saving from more than working late."

Kara pushed up to float again, thankful the conversation was closing. "Have a good night, Ms. Grant, and please be careful."

Cat pursed her lips in annoyance at the warning as she pulled her phone up to speak to her driver, and Kara took that chance to rush out before her cell phone rang and gave her away. It only took Cat a minute to call her, which was not enough time for her to really recover from the odd conversation she'd just left.

Sitting down on the ledge of a building top, she answered the phone with what she hopped sounded like a sleepy voice. "Ms. Grant?" She faked a yawn. "Is everything okay?"

"Kiera, are you already in bed? It's not even ten."

Kara rolled her eyes. "It was a long day."

"No longer than mine," Cat flippantly replied. "No matter, if you want to live like someone well into their geriatric years, then go on, but I expect you here at seven tomorrow morning to help me finish these layouts for the 8:30 rollout."

"Of course, Ms. Grant," Kara answered tiredly, and it was wariness from her words being cut off as Cat ended the call before she could finish her reply that tinged her emotions more than the potential annoyance of having to be at work two hours early.