The professional yet impassioned speech Alex had given to the director would have been considered insubordinate if her boss was anyone other than J'onn. His emotionless reaction, to what many would have considered a rant, made her worry she was going to be chained to her desk the rest of her career but instead he took a seat, folded his hand and nodded silently.

Alex was confused by the reaction and remained standing, staring at a man who had become as much a surrogate father as he was a boss. She wondered if his silence was a tactic to get her to say all the things he probably already knew. They remained in a standoff for a couple minutes before J'onn asked Alex to sit.

"I've gotten nowhere with either of them. How is it plan on doing any better?"

Alex wasn't sure where the ideas came from but by late in the afternoon she was testing her tactics on Kyle Abbot. J'onn still felt A'Daire was too dangerous an interrogation since they had yet to pinpoint how she brainwashed her victims, but every indication was Alex could, with six inches of glass between her and the prisoner, try at Abbot without any immediate danger.

As the door to the outer room opened, Alex could see him doing sit-ups in his cell. Noticing her presence he stopped mid move and looked in her direction. "Oh, they sent me someone new to play with."

"I don't play."

Abbot went back to his exercise. "Too bad sweetheart, cause, you see, I'm bored and got nothing but time inside this box." His attitude was as thick as his east coast accent.

"Only way I stay is if you start giving us something to work with," Alex presented while moving to stand in front of the chair on her side of the glass. Her arms were folded and her expression blank. "If you don't want to talk, I've got plenty of other things I can be doing right now."

"If some alien couldn't get me too spill I don't see you having any luck," Abbot said, as he rose the rest of the way up and onto his feet. His physical presence probably intimated some but having gone up against his animal form, his human-side looked small in comparison.

Alex's shifted her weight but tried to keep her face neutral. How had he picked up on J'onn's origin?

He smiled wide. "My observation about the big fella surprises you."

Alex shrugged. "I'm sure your employers have plenty of intelligence on all of us."

"Probably true but you're underestimating me. The air around here is recycled, vents shared, I could smell it on him. Same as I can smell things on you." The look on Abbott's face as he spoke made Alex want to take a very long and very hot shower.

"So... you don't have to use your gift to have access to your powers."

A hearty laugh greeted the comment. "Gift. Aren't you just the perfect progressive?"

"I see people as people."

"Even aliens."

The attempt at showing understanding might have backfired but she couldn't backtrack now. "Yes, even aliens."

"Foolish of you and those like you. Before you know it they will be everywhere, same as people like me, and then the entire human race will be reduced to cattle."

"Morbid."

He laughed. "Survival of the fittest."

"Big Darwin fan, are you?"

"Nope. Learned those lessons on the streets."

"That's right," Alex said as she took a seat, making sure to keep her body language casual and her tone flat. If J'onn's presence represented physical strength but also alien ideas, Alex needed to go another way. "Kyle Abbot born somewhere in the U.K., bounced around a lot until settling in the US. Spent the formative years on the tough streets of Philadelphia, learning about life, which led to organized crime and a job as a fixer. Impressive resume but odd that in recent years you've been reduced to being someone else's lackey."

He took a few aggressive steps towards the glass. "I ain't no one's lackey."

Alex smiled. She had hit a nerve. "Could have fooled me. Being sent to kill people that have power like yours. Doesn't seem the best use of your skills."

"You don't know me or why I do what I do."

"You and your ring leader are going away for multiple murders and, of course, treason."

It was his turn to shrug. "Can't prove anything."

"Sure we can. Got miles of footage from the park and DNA matches to the Meta murder spree. We made you for those killings within an hour of you being our guests. So get used to seeing the world from inside a goldfish bowl because this be your home until the day you die. While your partner in crime, well, she'll fry for what she carried out." There was a flash of something behind his eyes, something familiar. Alex's instincts kicked in. "Don't much like that last part, do you?"

Abbot got up very close to the glass. "You don't know what I like."

"I think you like A'Daire."

He stared at Alex like he wanted his eyes to burn holes through her, not liking the fact she knew his deepest secret.

"It's a complicated emotion, love. Not always easy to contend with but I imagine you would have moved on a long time ago if you weren't willing to endure every last dark moment. As long as the two of you were together, it didn't matter what she was asking you to do. Did it?"

Something else crossed Abbott's face and Alex, internally, celebrated because she was getting somewhere.

—

"Miss Tessmacher!"

Lead-lined glasses softened Kara's powers, as did years of learning to tune out residual distractions, but when Cat Grant yelled, hearing her was often unavoidable. Having been in the brand new assistant's shoes, Kara knew that tone meant nothing good.

It wasn't three minutes later and Kara's phone, in her closet of an office, rang. Before even picking it up, she knew her presence was required.

Walking through the bullpen, Kara saw a staff that looked especially focused on work. They had either heard the yelling and therefore were worried for Kara's wellbeing so couldn't bring themselves to look her in the eyes, or, more likely, Cat had arrived to work in an especially foul mood so they were keeping their heads down. Kara adjusted her posture and put on her best smile. There were no more secrets between them so she had no reason to be intimated by Cat Grant.

The second the door opened, Cat addressed Kara, waving a tan folder in the air, her eyes remaining glued to whatever she was reviewing in front of her. "Your new assignment."

Alex was right, Cat's feelings were hurt and so she wasn't processing her emotions and was instead operating behind a giant wall but knowing the why didn't help alleviate how annoyed Kara was by the behavior. Despite that her smile held. "More things related to the Meta cases?"

"No, a feature piece," Cat offered, with a quick glance up, as she handed the folder across her desk. "She won't do it unless the reporter is someone she thinks is worthy of her."

Taking and then opening the file, the subject of Kara's next assignment smiled back up at her in the form of a black and white press photo, credited to James, from the national children's cancer gala that had been held earlier in the year in National City. Kara's calm started to falter. "You normally don't bend to requests like that."

Cat shrugged without looking up, the pen in her hand still crossing things off on whatever she was editing. "It's for the next issue."

"I'm not the right person."

Cat looked up and leaned forward. "Lena Luthor is not her brother. Your cousin's issues with him are immaterial."

The statement cut to the heart of Kara's discomfort. Cat would be gloating soon about knowing what the issue was but Kara's reasoning was sound. "That family can't be trusted."

"Everyone knows what her brother has done but at Catco we don't vilify victims, we don't assume guilt or innocence but instead provide facts, and we don't assign one individual's sins onto anyone else in their family."

Kara's temper was building. "Normalizing them is okay, though."

Steam might as well have been pouring from Cat's ears as she placed her pen down. "What I would be highlighting is one of this year's 'Power Women Under Forty'. Who I would be highlighting is someone who deserves to be applauded for her long list of accomplishments. Ms. Luthor has made strides in the technological and biological arena while also redefining what it means to run a fortune 500 Company that she built from the ground up despite the burden of her last name. I would think you, of all people, could understand that. If you aren't up to the task I will find someone else that Ms. Luthor approves of, even if I have to write the piece myself. "

Kara felt deep shame. Clark's issues with Lex Luthor were clouding her objectiveness and Cat knew it. "No, I'll do it."

"I thought you might," Cat looked back to the paper in front of her. "She's expecting your call."

—

When Alex went in she hadn't intended to steer the conversation as she did. If it had been two weeks earlier, she was certain she wouldn't have had the instincts to see his feelings as a factor or to use them to dismantle his silence. With everything that had been developing with Maggie, it was the easiest interrogation she had ever conducted. Alex found she had extra insight that explained why the deep loyalty.

From what information Oracle had dug up before the events in the park, Abbot had been at A'Daire's side for a very long time. So dangling the legal consequences of their actions but labeling her the ringleader had done it. He wasn't just loyal. It wasn't just lust. Abbot was in love with A'Daire and so he flipped like a coin. Sadly, what he knew was very little.

From his telling, A'Daire handled all the contact with their employer. He also insisted their crimes didn't include all the murders Alex was accusing them of committing. They had been paid to wreak havoc but during their third attempt to stir things up in the Meta community a third party, someone they didn't know, boxed them in by taking a life. A scare mission turned into murder, committed by the stranger. They later learned their two previous marks had met similar fates after they left the scene. The problem was they were accomplices to the third and so they were trapped. From that point on they had no choice but to do everything they were told to do including help eliminate subjects. Alex reminded him it was murder whether they were blackmailed into it or not. Unfortunately, Alex wouldn't get to be the one to use the new knowledge against A'Daire. J'onn would be the one to deliver the news since they had every reason to believe his alien physiology made him immune to whatever it was that allowed her to manipulate humans.

So instead, Alex was sitting at a computer terminal, near where Agent Vasquez and Schott worked, re-reading a surprising email from Oracle. The hacker had some luck. There was previously unseen footage that had been unearthed.

A CatCo cameraperson had gotten coverage of bystanders as the attack went on. One of the bystanders apparently felt themselves civilian press and could be seen putting themselves in harm's way to get footage of the battle. They had posted it on a social media platform as a live video. Having somehow tracked it down, Oracle pulled the high definition cell phone footage, which produced enough of an angle to provide new insight into the battle. Alex took a very deep breath and pushed play.

—

As Kara entered the office at LCorp, she was struck with how unpretentious everything was in the space. The furniture, with the exception of a large desk, which almost dwarfed the woman sitting behind it, was minimalist. A large screen to the right of the desk was showing a stunning black and white photo of what looked to be Paris before the turn of the last century. There were no personal items or decorations on any surfaces, no freshly cut flowers. Kara was immediately curious about the kind of person who would work in such a cold space. Even Cat Grant had a photo of Carter in her office.

Lena Luthor smiled and rose from her chair to greet Kara. "Thank you for meeting me here, Ms. Danvers."

She was a beautiful woman, Kara observed. Poised and professional, but her attire showed she was her own woman. The suit fit flawlessly but was in no way stuffy. There was a lovely flow to the fabric and the royal blue of the jacket brought out her striking green eyes. Her hair was up, which allowed the silver necklace she wore to be easily seen. It was understated, not a symbol Kara was familiar with, and so she bet there was a sentimental reasoning it was worn, especially because it didn't match the rest of the ensemble.

"No problem," Kara replied and took the hand offered, shaking it.

"I've been buried in work and I know it is unusual to meet the first time off the record but I wanted to give us a chance to get to know one another a little bit."

"I understand," Kara nodded. Glancing past Lena Luthor to the outside, Kara was impressed by the view. It might have been better than Cat's. "It's beautiful out there. I think I can see the ocean."

"I'm a very private person." Luthor blurted out, jumping on top of Kara's words. She seemed nervous which was a curious trait coming from someone so powerful and well connected.

"I imagine you would have to be."

Lena Luthor laughed, awkwardly, and then retreated back to her chair. "You're blunt."

"I don't mean to be. Perhaps that was the wrong observation for me to be making."

"Or perhaps that was the right one? You are very good at your job, aren't you, Ms. Danvers?" Lena Luthor took a breath, smiled, and then lifted her coffee mug. She took a sip while studying Kara. "Or so it seems from the features you've been writing about the horrible murders in the Meta community. Please have a seat."

Kara did. "I just do what I can to get the whole story."

"What you do is important."

Kara wasn't sure why but she felt herself blushing.

—

"Alex, you have a second?" Agent Vasquez asked.

Freezing the video she had been watching on repeat, enormously grateful for the interruption, Alex turned to the other agent. "What have you got?"

"Besides a bird's eye view of that little chat?" Vasquez pointed to the screen to the right of her that showed J'onn on one side of protective glass and A'Daire on the other, looking very smug. "West file is open and the contents aren't disappointing. His people have offered some curious findings that might prove useful."

"Anything cross reference to what we or Oracle dug up before?"

"Some of it."

"I hear a 'but' coming."

Vasquez started typing on the keyboard in front of her. "For good reason."

"The good kind or the 'damn it' kind?"

Drawings and typed accounts of something started appearing on the screen. They were extrapolated, Alex assumed, from the information Maggie's source had handed over to Supergirl. "They seem to think the killers are moving through portals."

"Portals?"

"Yes."

"As in science-fiction holes in space and time?"

The look on Vasquez's face was part amusement and part cynicism. "Maybe."

"Do we have photos?

"No, just descriptions and a couple of hand drawings by some folks with limited skills in that area. A quick search of the names West provided show unrelated sources with similar accounts. Some describe them as magical. Others describe them as technological. If these stories are legitimate we are dealing with killers that can appear and disappear in the blink of an eye. Portal opens, killers step out, do what they came to do, and disappear."

"So invisible enemies?"

Vasquez nodded. "At the very least enemies with a full proof escape plan."

"Might explain how A'Daire and Abbot joined the fight in the park without being detected until the fight was on."

"If these accounts are true," Vasquez reminded.

Alex was trying to get her mind to catch up with what her instincts were telling her. Her agency training was screaming urban legend but her gut was telling her this was a good lead. "It's better than any current theories and we do live in a remarkable time. People can do all sorts of things nowadays."

Susan interrupted, she had an uncharacteristic smirk on her face. "Some people we work with can fly. But how do we fight something when we can't predict a pattern?"

"I suppose that's going to be the challenge."

—

Lunch had come in the form of salads and sparkling water for both of them. They had moved their chat to the sofa across from Lena Luthor's desk.

Kara wasn't sure how an audition interview was meant to go. She decided to ask questions she would have asked anyway while hoping to still leave herself things to ask if she was anointed worthy enough to write the piece by the woman before her. "How was growing up?"

"Lonely."

Kara nodded but said nothing. The quick honesty, to an admittedly blunt question, was a surprise.

"What?" Lena asked; her face scrunched in a worried look.

"Nothing."

"Clearly, something."

"You didn't even think, you just answered."

"Isn't that the idea when getting to know someone? To be honest."

Kara considered the question. "It seems a foreign word these days."

"If you don't mind me asking, what about yours?"

Kara couldn't believe she was considering an answer, let alone a carefully honest one.

Lena raised her hand and dismissed the idea. "If you don't want to talk about it."

"No, it's fine." Kara felt bad about the wall she felt going up. "People don't often ask me about my life."

"Why not?"

"I'm the quiet one."

"You have a sibling?"

"A sister but I'm adopted. Her parents took me. Mine were killed in a fire."

"I see, was that lonely for you? Growing up in a strange home?"

Kara found herself in the position of being interviewed. How had the dynamic turned so quickly? "At first, and then Alex, that's my sister, we got close, and now she's my best friend," Kara said, as she pushed her glasses high up onto her nose. "She's the more dynamic of the two of us, braver, I guess, which makes me the quiet one."

Lena smiled, a warm, authentic smile and then it was gone. "You want to ask, don't you?"

It was if Lena Luthor could read minds. Kara did want to ask. It would be the easiest segue in the world to ask. "I don't want to overstep. This is supposed to be a casual conversation."

"Ask. It's okay. I'm used to it," Lena admitted, as she sipped from her glass.

"But you shouldn't have to be used to it."

A tilt of the head and the smile returned to Lena Luthor's face only this time it stayed. "Ask. I trust you."

Kara wasn't sure the trust was warranted but did as she was told. "Were you and your brother close growing up?"

"We were."

"But you said you were lonely?"

"It's not easy to explain and I've tried for years to figure it out."

When her homeworld was destroyed, Kara had lost everything that mattered to her. She was lucky to find a loving home on Earth where she was happy but in her quieter moments, despite feeling such love, the loneliness was something she knew all too well. "I understand both the feeling and the inability to articulate it."

Lena seemed to take in the confession. "You do, don't you?"

They both sat in silence for a moment, considering one another.

It was Lena who broke the silence. "Kara, I really hope you consider writing the feature on me?"

"Consider? I thought it was me that was auditioning."

"No. I'm not sure how you got that impression. I wanted to ease any concerns you might have about me."

"I don't understand."

"I told Cat Grant that I was flattered by her wish to include me but I didn't exactly see myself an easy subject to boil down in the way she wanted to include me in the issue. The attention tends to focus on my family history, my brother. So when she suggested you would be the perfect person to write the piece, I'll admit, I was surprised."

An alarm was going off in Kara's head. "Umm, why?"

"Because I've been reading your reporting and thought you would consider this story beneath your talent."

"My what?"

"A fluff piece on a Luthor vs. using the time to dig more into whatever is happening in our city? For someone such as yourself, it would seem no contest."

"I've many interests, not just crime."

"Such as?"

"Stories that give people hope, or a smile after a hard day, ones that inspire people, and ones that make people see the world from different angles," Kara explained.

"Wow. Reporters, in my life experience, have always been piranhas looking to sell papers with dark angles and red meat," Lena confessed.

"That is sometimes a necessary part of the job. There is a lot of darkness that needs to be brought into the light but that can't be everything. It would be a miserable way to live, only in the darkness."

"So your passion for journalism…"

"…Is about revealing facts." Kara offered, finishing the question she didn't let Lena Luthor finish asking.

"Hmm."

"Can I ask you something, Ms. Luthor?"

"Please call me, Lena."

"Lena," Kara said with slight hesitation. "The necklace you're wearing. It means something to you, doesn't it?"

The question put a smile on Lena's face but sadness in her eyes. Her fingers moved to the necklace and she rubbed the pendant between her fingers. "Why do you say that?"

"Your look is professional, like many people in your position might dress, but it also sets you apart, highlights your youthfulness, your beauty."

"I'm flattered. But what made you ask about the necklace?"

Kara shrugged and pushed her glasses up again. "It stands out, apart, from the rest of your look."

"See, you are good at your job. I am only half Luthor. My brother and I share the same father. All I know of my real mother is she grew up in Ireland."

"Has she passed?"

"Yes."

As each layer of this woman was revealed to Kara, she realized how much her curiosity was growing. "I'm sorry for your loss."

"I was very young when I moved in with the Luthor family. This is the one thing of my mother's I still have."

"What doesn't it mean?"

"The symbol itself?"

Kara nodded

"From my research, I've found it has carried a handful of meanings over time. A unity in spirit. Past present and future. Eternity. Equality."

"Do you wear it for your mother? For what it represents?"

"Both."

Kara nodded again.

Lena dropped the pendant from her fingers and turned her thoughts back to the question at hand. "So, are you interested in writing about me?"

Kara couldn't pretend that she wasn't interested. Cat was about to get her way. She only hoped her boss didn't throw out that little tidbit the next time she and Lois Lane got into a fight over the phone. There was no way Kara's cousin, Kal-El, would be happy to learn of her latest assignment. "I look forward to speaking again on the record."

—

With Vasquez's revelation about portals and after an hour of watching footage from Oracle, Alex was exhausted. Her mind was in overdrive. She was desperate for answers so that she could plot a course of action. Perhaps the worst part of all of this was she couldn't do anything but sit and wait. Wait for A'Daire to break. Wait for a lead on the case. Wait for Maggie to heal. Maybe most confusing, because it was the most complicated, wait to find out what might happen after the healing was over and she and Maggie had some real time to get to know one another again without all the rest hanging over them.

The coffee Winn had brought over to Alex was helping some although drinking it so late in the day probably meant sleep wasn't going to be any easier to manage than it had been the previous night. Although caffeine probably wasn't going to be as much the culprit as watching the footage so many times.

Alex's feelings for Maggie were making it difficult to remain detached from what she was viewing. Seeing Maggie's gun pointed Alex's way, her hand and trigger finger shaking, the anger and fear behind her eyes, It was brutal and Alex was grateful Maggie would never be allowed access to the tape because she was without the required security clearance. Watching herself this way would wreck her all over again.

"I'll be right back," Vasquez said as she pulled back from her chair.

Winn made a little grunting noise. He was apparently down two to zero with some bet they made with one another and so he was pouting. Alex smiled at their sibling-like banter while she went back to what she was doing.

After having watched the footage a few dozen times, Alex was finally able to set aside her own emotions and begin to forensically break it all apart. It was then she saw something she hadn't before. Pushing pause on the file, she backed it up and then advanced it frame by frame.

A'Daire touches Maggie, who turns to her, the earpiece dangling from Maggie's ears just as Supergirl described. Closing in on their faces, Alex noticed no one's lips moving, not Maggie's and not A'Daire's. There was just a touch and eye contact, intense eye contact.

"Holy crap," Alex exclaimed. The technology Winn had developed wouldn't have helped any of them. It wasn't A'Daire's voice that planted the instructions. It was her eyes that started the thrall. "Winn look at this for me."

Rolling his chair, like a millennial working for a dotcom, over to the workstation that Alex was borrowing, Winn stopped and glanced at the screen. "What have you got?"

"Tell me what you see." Alex backed up the footage and then let it advance slowly.

Winn's eyes went wide. "It's not something she said to Detective Sawyer."

"Exactly."

"We need to tell J'onn," Winn exclaimed while getting up from his chair and moving to look at the surveillance from A'Daire's cell. Fear came across his face. "The Camera is out."

"What?"

"We aren't getting a signal," Winn panicked and then started hammering the keypad at Vasquez's console. "Holy..."

"What?"

"West hallway. Look."

The screen showed A'Daire walking the hallway right past guards without any interference. She was using Vasquez as a human shield.

—

Winn had gotten a hold of J'onn. He was back in his office, updating the President about the interrogation Alex had done with Abbot as well as how A'Daire was still saying nothing. As the young Agent rambled his way through an explanation of what was happening, Alex sprung into action. She bolted towards the stairwell while sliding her portable communicator into her left ear. Where she was headed would hopefully drop her between them and A'Daire's easiest means of escape. On route, she gave a senior Agent, who was reviewing eyewitness accounts at the center workstation, strict instructions to start locking down everything at headquarters. No one was to get in or out. The task would take time, he informed her. She hoped they could be fast enough.

The hallway A'Daire was in had a direct route to the one elevator bank they didn't want her near. It provided street-level access, which was ideal when transporting dangerous criminals directly to the cell level, something they learned they needed after some unfortunate incidents at the downtown facility. From the outside, it required clearance through a panel that looked like a power juncture but was actually a one point two million dollar security system. From inside the facility, it was an unobstructed exit that only required a fingerprint to engage the doors. Had A'Daire gotten lucky or was Vasquez now compromised?

After racing down the stairs, Alex made it to the door that opened to the hallway were A'Daire was trying to make her escape. Checking that her weapon was ready to go, Alex then raised it for protection and burst through the doorway. The moment she cleared it, Alex was met with a strong hit to the forearm that was holding her gun. The pain was excruciating but she managed to hold tight to the weapon. Her eyes shifted in the direction of the strike. She had expected to see A'Daire but instead saw Susan Vasquez with raging. At the far end of the hallway, Alex caught sight of the prisoner, waving in her direction, with a wide grin on her face, just as the door of the elevator shut tight.

"Damn it," Alex barked into her earpiece. "A'Daire's in the tube. Get those systems off!"

"We're trying Alex," Winn yelled back. "This base wasn't built for easy lockdown."

"We need to work on that!" The moment the words escaped her mouth a second chop to her arm resulted in Alex's gun falling from her grasp and sliding across the long hallway. Thankfully in the opposite direction of a, seemingly unarmed, but violent Agent Vasquez.

Susan was standing between Alex and A'Daire's exit and Alex needed to do something to stop the escape. As Alex prepared to fight back, flashbacks to the park began bombarding Alex's mind. The injuries Maggie had sustained because of Alex's actions were dramatic. Dr. Snow had helped Maggie heal and was currently dating the woman that looked as if she wanted to see Alex dead. A'Daire's brainwashing had done a number on Vasquez but what could Alex do? She couldn't avoid the fight but she wasn't sure she could do harm to someone who was among the best the DEO had to offer and had helped save Maggie's life that day in the park.

A hard left jab came flying at Alex's face and she dodged it like a boxer in the ring but it caused her earpiece to dislodge itself. She now had no means to get any information from the rest of the team.

Before she could throw an offensive strike of her own, a right hook followed, which Alex barely ducked away from. Swinging her left, it connected with Vasquez's cheek but didn't deter her in the least. The boxing, without gloves, continued with strike after strike being flung at one another. Both women connecting and also, thankfully, blocking. Alex's ribs began to ache after Vasquez changed things up with a kick that landed.

It took hours for the effects of the brainwashing to wear off on those they had detained after the park. Alex couldn't keep this up for hours and didn't want to have to switch gears and play heavy offense but after a second strike, which split Alex's lip and knocked her to the ground, she realized she might not have a choice. Getting up from the ground, Alex barreled into Vasquez like a linebacker. As she started to taste blood in her mouth, a sound caught Alex's attention.

The elevator door began to reopen and Alex's adrenaline kicked. She had told them to shut everything down but obviously, things weren't shut down. Maybe, having been witness to the fight, someone like J'onn was coming in to help out. Or maybe someone unaware was about to walk into the middle of what was happening and make matters much worse. Or maybe A'Daire couldn't get out and was returning for plan B, which meant Alex was in big trouble.

Hoping that when the doors opened it would be a good outcome, Alex realized she needed to keep Susan occupied. Throwing a punch in Agent Vasquez's direction kept her brainwashed friend from noticing the elevator. Unfortunately, the elevator had Alex distracted also and the return hit from her fellow agent landed so perfectly it brought Alex back to the ground, hard, her head bouncing off the floor.

An enraged Agent Vasquez started to advance on Alex. Alex's blood ran cold as fear gripped her. She knew that if she couldn't break free, Vasquez would end her life right then and there. Her co-worker's hands were moving quickly in the direction of Alex's throat. It was then a loud crackling sound interrupted the movement. Agent Vasquez's eyes went very wide and she gave out a yell as she collapsed to the ground shaking. Everything then went very still. Alex eyes adjusted to the backlighting from the fluorescents overhead and then smiled at the figure standing above her.

Lucy Lane turned off the Taser in her hand, placed it back in a holder on her hip, and then reached down a hand. "Miss me?"