A/N: A shorter one, but I really wanted to get something out today. I hope you will like it!

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After Alex had poured her heart out, Maggie decided that she would be the perfect gentlewoman tonight. The redhead really hated these fundraisers, that much was obvious, so she wanted her to at least enjoy her company.

When the valet accepted the keys to the Mustang, Maggie rushed to the other side to open the door for the doctor and help her out of the car. She took hold of her hand, and immediately felt as if she never wanted to let go ever again. Trying to fake her confidence - which was suddenly lost with the physical contact - she almost pulled the other woman inside.

***SANVERS***

All Alex could think of, were their hands touching. The detective was holding her hand, their fingers intertwined, and all she could think was how perfect it felt.

No, this is wrong, Alex tried to chastise herself, it's fake. She's faking it. You're faking it. Get your act together.

Even though she tried so hard, she couldn't get her gaze off of their hands until she noticed they had entered the main hall.

Familiar faces everywhere, but her eyes drifted to the bar.

"I'll get us something to drink," the detective said, following her gaze.

Alex had the decency to blush, before Maggie left her alone. She looked around, trying to get a feel of how the evening would be.

Her mother was talking to Lillian Luthor, who was wearing her fake smile again. The woman should know better, Alex thought, to flaunt herself like that while her son is in jail for terrorism. Eliza Danvers didn't seem to care. To her the Luthors were just another deep pocket which could keep her project going.

Alex tried to find Kara, the only light on these occasions, but failed to find her. The younger Danvers was probably already raiding the kitchen, with Winn in her tow. The thought made the doctor smile.

"Doctor Danvers, what a pleasure seeing you here," she heard an all too familiar voice behind her.

"Detective Lord," she replied coldly while turning around to face the man.

"Please, call me Max," he smiled. "We're not at work here, are we?"

The guy didn't take subtle hints very well, or he chose to ignore the cold stare he was getting from the doctor.

"I wanted to apologize for my behavior again, from the other day. I was out of line, I'm sorry. It's just, you are so beautiful, my brain stopped working for a second."

Alex wanted to punch him, punch that too-sweet smile of his face, but she knew her mother would scold her for it. Just like the Luthors, Max had deep pockets that needed emptying. She would just have to put up with him.

***SANVERS***

Maggie noticed what was happening when she turned around, drinks in hand. A wide grin accompanied by her signature dimples formed on her face. As much as she had been looking forward to spending time with the doctor this evening, this was what she was going to love most.

Max was a smug bastard, always flaunting his cash and always slacking off, leaving his partner to do all of the work. He had an ego the size of the moon, and it needed to be taken down a few notches, a task Maggie gladly took upon herself.

She had outsmarted him at every given opportunity, and had stolen many dates from right under his nose, just so she could prove a point. But doctor Danvers - Alex, she corrected herself - was his most cherished prize, the woman he had been dreaming to conquer for years.

Maggie took in a deep breath, closed her eyes for a second, and then headed over to her date.

"Here you go, babe" she smiled, handing Alex her drink and completely ignoring her partner's presence.

"Whiskey neat, how did you…" Alex started, but Maggie interrupted her.

"I'm a detective. I detect," she winked and put her free hand on the doctor's lower back, not caring how possessive it looked. The other didn't seemed to mind either.

"Sawyer?" she heard Max ask, and chose that moment to acknowledge him.

"Lord, fancy seeing you here," she said, not able to keep the shit-eating grin of her face. "It's so kind of you to keep my date company while I was getting our drinks. Wouldn't want her to get lonely."

"Date?" her partner stuttered, not able to form complete sentences yet.

"Yes, date," Alex said, putting her arm around Maggie as well.

For a second the detective forgot all about Maxwell Lord.

"Sawyer, can I get a word?" he asked.

"I'll be right back," Maggie smiled and kissed Alex on the cheek.

"Don't go too far," the other woman decided to respond, causing another giant grin on the detective's face.

"What is it Max?" Maggie asked, when they had moved away from the doctor.

"You are Alex Danvers' date?" he asked, unable to keep his voice down. "Why didn't you tell me that? I thought you weren't interested?"

"Never said that and it was so totally worth it to see your face," she grinned.

"Not funny Sawyer."

"It totally was. Now leave us the fuck alone, will you?"

"Or what?" Lord wasn't backing down easily.

"Or I will stop protecting you from Alex. I heard she knows at least six different very painful ways to stop you just by using her index finger. So back off, Lord. Cut your losses, enjoy the free champagne and find yourself another plaything. Alex Danvers is off the table."

"Didn't take you for the jealous type," her partner spat at her.

"She's right about Alex, you know. And you have no idea what she can do with the other nine fingers."

Trying to push away every dirty thought that popped in her mind when hearing that statement, Maggie looked up to see a blonde girl approaching them.

No way she could have heard us from all the way over there, Maggie thought in awe.

"Kara Danvers, of course you would come and put your nose into grown up stuff," Maxwell Lord started, but quickly felt his feet leave the floor.

"Another word to my sister and I will personally make sure you will never speak again," Alex Danvers spat at the detective.

"Alex!"

Another blonde woman, an older one, came running to where they were standing.

"Oh shit," she heard Alex mumble, putting the exact feeling that was growing in her stomach into words.