When Maggie found Alex, the woman was in the middle of a heated discussion with Evans, who seemed absolutely less than thrilled at the prospect of handing over everything he had to her.

Alex seemed more amused than anything, an eyebrow raised at the sight of the man going at her like a pittbull.

"… A thing or two about respect, Agent! Something I don't expect you to have because you feds are all the same! Coming in here, waltzing over us, not letting us do our jobs…!"

As soon as the man spotted Maggie standing in the doorway, he stopped talking. Either he didn't want to embarass himself any further, or he was afraid of saying the wrong thing when she was there.

Maggie shook her head as she stepped into the room, making eyecontact with Alex briefly, before turning to face Evans. "Detective, you wanted to have a sit down about the evidence? I'd like to help."

"Well, it doesn't matter anyway, does it now?" He chuckled humorlessly. "Give whatever you have to Agent Danvers here."

"Detective." Alex replied. "I've tried to tell you three times now that I see this as a team effort. I'm not here to solve this on my own, I'd like to work together with your department."

"Just so you could walk out of here and take all of the credit." The man huffed.

Alex turned her head sharply, and stared the man down. "Is that really all you care about, Detective? Getting credit for solving this? Your boss and his wife were brutally murdered. This community seems like its in shock, the least thing you can do is act like you care."

Maggie swallowed thickly, watching the man's response. When he just smiled politely and took a step back, she relaxed again.

"I apologize if I made it look like I don't care about his death, Agent. On the contrary – I assure you, I'm the first one that wants justice here. This isn't an honorable case, this is personal."

"Which is why you can't handle the investigation. Or anybody else in your department, for that matter. And since the neighboring counties are as understaffed as you are, the FBI called me in to lead the investigation using our resources. Detective Sawyer…" Alex turned to her and glanced her up and down with a hint of indifferance. "I know that you didn't come here to investigate, or do your job. But if you're prepared to, I'd like to have you on board. I could use someone with your expertise."

Maggie nodded, playing along. "Yes, of course. Whatever you need, Agent."

"It's settled, then. Detective Evans, I'd like to have two copies of all the reports that were made so far, so we can get to work."

The man nodded slowly, realizing that he wasn't going to talk himself out of it. But as he walked towards the door, he turned around once more, raising an accusing finger. "Don't think I don't know what's going on here."

He glanced at Maggie. "You might think you're better than me, but I know what the two of you are doing. Don't act surprised if it comes back to bite you in the ass."

After that, he left. Maggie let out a breath she didn't know she was holding, and turned to Alex. "That was amazing, Alex. Thank you so much."

"You wouldn't believe the stunts I pulled to get you that case." Alex sighed, folding her arms. "But I'm glad. That Evans guy seems like a douche."

"He said something to me, earlier. About the fact that I wanted to find the killers." Maggie said. "Plural. I noticed something at the crime scene that indicated there were two assailants, but Chloe told me nothing was written in the crime scene report."

"What are you saying?" Alex frowned. "He knows something?"

"I'm saying the only way someone could have gotten into that house was if Oscar knew them and opened the door for them, or they had a key. And either way, I think the biggest part of that pool of suspects is right here in this building."

Alex nodded slowly. "So we need a list of all the officers and deputies here."

"Chloe can help with that." Maggie said, already reaching for her phone, but Alex stopped her.

"Don't call her."

The detective raised an eyebrow. "Why not?"

"You just said yourself that the killer could be law enforcement. She's part of that list, Mags."

"I…" Maggie shook her head quickly. "No, Alex. She wouldn't do something like that."

"Says who?"

"Says me."

"You don't know her."

"I did know her, she was my best friend."

"Seven years ago." Alex countered reasonably. "You don't know what she's doing now."

"I know that her husband, who was a cop, was murdered last summer. I don't exactly think that makes for the type of person to go bashing another person's head inside out."

Alex didn't reply, but kept her arms crossed and a stern look on her face. "I kicked Evans off that investigation for being personally involved with this case, but if you're going to start taking feelings over facts…"

Maggie sighed, and raised her hands in defeat. "Alright, alright. I won't call her, and I'll put her on the list. But I can't exactly avoid her."

"Don't." Alex shrugged. "Keep her as a friend. She could very well be innocent. But until we know for certain, I don't want you getting too close to her either."

"Is that my wife talking?"

"That's your boss talking. I don't want to pull rank on you, but I am in charge here. So you'll do as I say."

"Don't remind me… God, that storming inside earlier. That was super hot."

Alex grinned weakly, dropping her tough act for a second. "You thought so?"

"Badass Agent Danvers always turns me on." Maggie smirked, before her face fell. "But… Not here."

"Yeah, I know." Alex smiled weakly. "Don't worry."

"I, uh… Went to my house. The crime scene, I mean." Maggie corrected herself quickly, but Alex noticed the slip-up. She didn't respond to it, however, instead giving Maggie space to continue.

"We should go back together. I didn't get the chance to analyze it properly, and there could be things I missed."

"Or things that were sabotaged already." Alex added, narrowing her eyes. "We could also ask the officer on the scene some questions."

"Read my mind." Maggie smiled, as Alex lead the way towards the exit.

"Hey!" They heard behind them as they walked down the corridor. The pair turned around and saw Chloe jogging towards them. "Sorry about Evans. I heard he gave you an earful."

"I can take it." Alex shrugged it off. "But thanks anyway."

"The medical examiner just called." Chloe continued. "He's finishing up the autopsy, and he wants to talk to you, Agent."

Alex glanced towards Maggie, who had stiffened next to her, but took control quickly. "I'll stop by the morgue."

"It's right across the street." Chloe turned to Maggie. "Mags, if there's anything I can do to help, you have my number."

Maggie nodded, and watched as Chloe shot her a sympathetic wince, and then walked back into the corridor.

"You don't have to. I'll go alone." Alex said quickly. "I'm sure it'll confirm what we already know anyway."

"No, I'm coming with you." Maggie insisted, shaking her head. "I need to hear it."

Alex hesitated for a second. Seeing the childhood memories pile up in Maggie's eyes was one thing, but seeing her parents' dead and mangled corpses?

She didn't want to put her through that.

But she also knew how stubborn Maggie was.

The detective probably figured that one more trauma wouldn't hurt.

And it killed Alex that she couldn't even touch or hold her wife now.

But she had to listen to Maggie's wishes now, as much as it pained her.

So with another nod, she lead the way down the street, to the small courthouse.

"Ah, you must be the FBI agent." The man said, reaching out a hand. "Christopher Becker, Medical Examiner."

"Alex Danvers." Alex replied, shaking his hand. "This is detective Sawyer."

The man's eyes stayed on Maggie's form for a few seconds too long, before he cleared his throat quickly and got to work. "I just finished the autopsy on Oscar."

The two followed him down the hallway and into a cold room. Though Maggie had been in plenty of morgues before, it still gave her chills.

Especially now.

A body was lying down on a slab, covered with a sheet. Becker stepped towards it, and stopped right in front of it. "Based on the autopsy, the time of death was Saturday night, around midnight."

Their bodies were found on Monday morning, so that meant they had been lying at home for two days without anyone noticing.

"Katherine's cause of death was exsanguination, from what looks like one single blow."

"One blow?" Maggie repeated. "So it must have been a weapon that did a lot of damage."

Becker nodded. "She was bleeding from her nose, so I suspect the blow caused a basilar fracture to her skull."

"Anything else on Katherine Sawyer you can tell us?" Alex asked.

"Well, she had some bruises on her arm that could be from her being dragged somewhere. And there were also traces of semen, but based on the other evidence, I don't think she was raped."

"What abour Oscar?"

Becker sighed ostentatiously, moving towards the sheet to pull it up.

Maggie involuntary closed her eyes the second she noticed what he was about to do, but the slight gasp next to her coming from Alex made her all the more scared to open them.

She knew she had to, though. So she steeled herself, and swallowed down the bile threatening to fill her throat, blinking slowly.

The man was unrecognizeable.

She didn't know whether she was grateful for that fact, or absolutely terrified.

Becker, oblivious to the two women's response, continued. "Blunt force trauma, from the same weapon. Multiple blows this time, I counted at least three but his skull more or less exploded upon impact, so it's hard to tell."

Alex shifted her weight so that her shoulder was lightly resting against Maggie's; the closest physical comfort she could give her without acting suspicious in front of the man.

Maggie appreciated the contact, but she knew she had to continue asking questions. "What about him? Any other marks? Internal damage?"

"Nothing concerning. Although I did find a hair on his head that didn't belong to him."

Alex frowned when she saw Maggie stiffen. "Long and brown, by any chance?"

Becker nodded. "How did you know?"

Alex was looking at her, apparently eager to know the answer as well.

Maggie grunted. "That probably means that Katherine was murdered first, and a hair of hers got transported onto him by the weapon. Fuck."

That set her working theory back about twenty steps.

"I'll have the full autopsy reports ready in about an hour. But from what I can tell, the only interesting thing about them is the fact that both of their skulls are bashed inside out."

"Okay, thank you. You can send the reports over to the station, I'll make sure we get copies."

After that, Alex led Maggie out the door, who was finally starting to look nauseous.

As soon as they were out of sight for the man, Alex grabbed Maggie's waist to steady her. "Hey… Mags, look at me. Are you okay? Talk to me."

"They didn't kill him first." Maggie managed to stammer shakily. "Why didn't they kill him first?"

Alex frowned at Maggie's statement, but blamed it on the trauma, and moved towards the truck. "Come on, we're going to get some lunch. You need to eat something."

The last thing on Maggie's mind was food, but she let herself be guided back towards the parking lot.

Why would Oscar open the door for someone who went upstairs to kill his wife, and then beat him to death? It didn't make sense. It felt counterintuitive.

As Alex drove, talking about a small diner she'd seen somewhere around town, Maggie's mind started racing with possibilities, theories and suspects.

The agent discovered soon enough that Maggie was in her focused state, and ceased her attempts at conversation. But when her phone rang, she put it on speaker to answer it immediately. "Danvers."

"Alex? It's Chloe."

"Hey, Chloe. Maggie is in the car with me, we were just on our way to grab some lunch."

"Uh… Something happened while the two of you were away."

Alex glanced sideways to share a look with Maggie, whom she noticed was paler than before. "What? What are you talking about?"

"Evans. He, uh… Well, I guess he was still angry about the case. He uh… Did some digging into the two of you. And he found out some things."

"What things?" Maggie shot back in frustration. "Chloe, just fucking say what you mean."

Chloe sighed. "He found your wedding pictures, Mags."

Maggie froze.