Part IV: Speak Like a Shadow, Look Like the Commander

"We need to talk," Maggie Sawyer said as she approached Lena's crumpled form on the couch with measured steps.

Lena was past being surprised when strange folk entered her office uninvited. So her reaction wasn't as surprised as it was resigned. "Are you here to arrest me again, Detective?" Lena asked softly. Her eyes flickered away from the weapon safe on the opposite wall. Her waterlogged emerald eyes rested on the beautiful Detective in front of her. She looked slightly different than before, there was a long, aggressive, violet streak running through her cascading mane of darkest black.

Maggie, for her part, was trying her best not to gasp. She was standing in front of the most powerful civilian on this side of country. But Lena Luthor was so very small, huddled into herself on the couch. Detective Sawyer could practically see the space where Kara usually occupied. Yup, there were distinct impressions in the memory foam just beside Lena. Kara wasn't going to help the little Luthor this time.

And honestly, Maggie wasn't sure she was able to help Lena, but she'd give it a try. If for nothing else, She knew a little something about an identity reveal going wrong. But the tragedy of Lena's reaction to Kara 'coming out' as Supergirl was that it was completely justified, no matter how horrible and guilty Kara might feel about it.

Because Kara deserved some guilt. Maggie knew that. She may love the adorkable blond like the sister she never had, but the step of separation offered her perspective. Kara was in the wrong right now. And there was a small part of Maggie that was incensed with the Little Danvers for doing this to a woman that Maggie wouldn't hesitate to admit she looks up to. She never told anybody, least of all Alex how torn up she was when she had to arrest the CEO, even if Maggie believed her guilty. Maggie was actually afraid of Kara in that moment. She played it off well, but when Lena asked Kara to stay, well, going up against a Super and a Luthor was never a fun prospect, all other factors ceased to matter. It was another thing she'd probably never admit to her fiancée, or Luthor, or Little Danvers…ever.

Lena's emotional mask was broken; at least for today. It wasn't completely gone, but it covered less than half of her emotions. There was no fear in Lena's eyes. No anger, and not a hint of humour. Christ this is a mess, Maggie thought.

Maggie realized to her chagrin that Lena was genuinely asking if she was under arrest. But rather than immediately correct the Lena, the Detective decided to get some insight, "What do you think I'm here for?" Her voice wasn't harsh, but it wasn't as kind as her opener either.

Lena sat up slowly, brushing a stray tear from her cheekbone. "I don't even care. Might as well get it over with then, Detective." Her voice was also devoid of hope.