MAGGIE'S POV
As soon as they dragged Alex away I started examining the room. That took me a couple minutes before I decided that this cement prison would hold. Sitting down with a fustrated sigh I began thinking about all my time with Alex.
The first embarrassing things we've done in front of each other. I would never forget the time Alex came to my apartment with her shirt on backwards.
'Alex, babe why is your shirt on backwards,' I asked her while laughing to myself. She looked so cute trying to close the door while holding her duffle bag and pizza. She froze at my words.'Is it really?' She looked down at her shirt then back to me. I could see from here she had it on backwards.'Yea, you do," she finally closed the door and set her things down. As she started taking off her shoes I double checked by looking for the tag in the back of her shirt. No tag.'Sorry, rough day at work. Some alien I was chasing ran into a store and I followed him. Of course he ran into a paint store. Anyways, he wasn't alone and someone tackled me into a bunch of paint. Needless to say, I came out of that store looking like a rainbow.''Your ok though, as I can see.' She nodded her head. I'd have prove my theory later... For now, I decided to pick on her. 'Now that you mention it, I think I see a bit of blue in your hair,' I grabbed a section of her hair and pretend to be looking at paint. Until her head shot up.'I do not. Maggie Sawyer, you better be joking,' she looked to me. I nodded my head no, keeping a straight face. 'I showered like 3 times! How is that even possible!' Her hands shot to her hair and she started feeling for paint. 'Maggie I don't feel any...you have a wicked sense of humor, Sawyer." Finally she caught on.'Only with you, Danvers. Only with you.' She finally stood up with me and we made out way towards the couch. 'Your shirt really is on backwards though.''I don't believe you, Mags. Not even for a second.' Even though I was telling the truth she didn't believe me.
I remember that night vividly. It ended with me forcefully taking her shirt off and putting it back on the correct way. She had a few bruises on her body from the fight but I deemed her ok. If only she were with me now. I would remind her how much I love her. Even though I know she knows.
My thoughts were interrupted when the same men came in. Hopefully they would take me to Alex. Even if I have to fight my way to her.
"Up Cop lady. The boss wants you unharmed for the time being so let's get going," the guy with a broken nose told me. I stood up and allowed him to lead me through the hall with the other two behind me.
As we walked no one spoke. I thought about how not 30 minutes ago Alex was dragged through these hallways.
"Where are you taking me," I finally broke the silence. Before anyone could answer though, the lead man opened a door. That's when I saw her. In the middle of the room sat Alex in some plastic container with two metal chairs in it.
She was either sleeping or out cold by the way her head was hanging, and I guessed the latter because of the fresh blood on the ground.
"Oh Alex, what did they do to you?"