Cat Grant sits quietly behind her desk at CatCo Media, glass of scotch rolling around in her hands, reclining with her feet up, her eyes barely open…she's thinking…no, she's plotting…How do I get Max Lord to tell the truth about his involvement in the charges against Supergirl? Too bad they don't have snake kryptonite, I'd use it on Lord like it was used on Kara (after all, the man truly was a snake), I'd make sure he regretted going after that sweet, innocent girl whose only crime was being from another planet.

"Time to go after the weakest link in this little chain," Cat thought out loud. "The DA had to be in on the plan as he would have to issue the arrest warrant. I think it's time I paid him a visit."

Kara was sitting on the edge of her cot, watching Alex sleep. Her nightmares were growing less frequent with her sister there, but last night had been a bad night for them, she knew Alex didn't get much sleep keeping watch over her emotionally wounded sister.

Seeing Ms. Grant had brought so much comfort to Kara, she hadn't fully realized the importance this woman was having on her life. She admired and respected Ms. Grant, had even grown to love the prickly person she could be at times, knowing that under those piercing eyes lay a heart of gold. Immediately her mind raced as she vividly recalled throwing Ms. Grant over the balcony and watching her plummet towards the pavement below. Kara shuddered as she tried to let the image go while her eyes began to well up with tears. She knew Ms. Grant had forgiven her, truly forgiven her, but she just couldn't forgive herself.

Kara thought about what Ms. Grant had said about her plans for Max Lord; the man was clearly dangerous, she just hoped that Ms. Grant would be okay. Nothing she could do about it anyway, she was locked up.

"Cat Grant to see DA Saunders," Cat stood commandingly in front of the secretary. "Just one moment Ms. Grant," picking up the phone the secretary called her boss, "Ms. Grant here to see you…yes, sir. You may go right in Ms. Grant, he's expecting you."

"Richard Saunders," Cat began, "my, my, just look at you, National City DA, big step down from your last position, wouldn't you say?"

"Never one to mince words, Cat," Richard replied, "you look lovely as ever. What can I do for you?"

Cat remained silent as she took a seat, her face fixed on his with a devilish grin that made his heart race, What was she up to? He thought to himself. He knew her in a way no one else did, as someone who'd not only worked for her but had been in a romantic relationship with her, he knew her, and he could tell by her expression and her posture that this wasn't going to be fun.

"Richard," Cat began, "just what possessed you to file charges against Supergirl for attempted murder of me? I never pressed any charges against her, so I have to wonder, why you would?"

"Cat," Richard reclined in his chair, "she tried to murder you, it's my responsibility as the DA of National City to arrest and prosecute anyone who breaks the law, and she broke the law."

"Yes, yes I suppose she did," Cat spoke softly, "but I never wanted charges laid, let alone her arrested, detained and possibly tried for it. I know she wasn't to blame for her actions, she was under the influence of some sort of drug, Red Kryptonite I believe is what they call it. So again, I have to wonder what propelled you to move forward knowing that if I hadn't pressed any charges against her by now, I likely wasn't going to do so in the future."

Richard stared at Cat for a moment, "Listen, I understand she's your money…she's the reason your newspaper didn't fold, she's perpetually on the cover of your magazine, heck, you're practically her personal press secretary. I just don't get why you wouldn't press any charges against her for trying to kill you. So I have to wonder what does she have on you anyway?" Leaning forward, trying to appear confident as he pressed his own attack back on Cat.

"Oh, Richard, give it a rest, I can see right through your false bravado, you were never that tough." Cat smiled at him. "If you think Supergirl is blackmailing me in some fashion then you have no idea who she really is, and you have forgotten how powerful I really am."

Richard sat back in his chair and smiled at Cat, Just as sexy as ever, he thought to himself.

"Being a reporter," continued Cat, "I began to do some digging into your background Richard. My but you've been a naughty boy!" Cat watched his face, looking for any sign that she'd hit the nail on the head. His face blushed and he started to sweat, Gotcha!, Cat thought to herself as a sly smile crept upon her face.

"So here's how I see this going," Cat leaned forward in her chair, "you're going to tell me everything and everyone who's in on this little scheme against Supergirl, or I'll be using my powerful media resources to lay bare to the world your sordid indiscretions. You decide, you have 15 seconds."

As the colour drained from Richards face, he knew she had him, he had no choice. "Blackmail," Richard was feigning to counter, "I always thought that was beneath you, Cat. But after our relationship I've learned to pick my battles carefully and this little superhero pet of yours isn't worth the risk of what I'd lose. So, I'll tell you who's behind it all, it's Maxwell Lord."

"Big surprise," Cat said with a sigh. "How did he get you to go along with his plan, and what is that plan, precisely?"

"He didn't resort to bribery or blackmail, like some people I know," Richard began, "but he did know that I'm ambitious and promised to back me politically and financially as far as I wanted to go. His distrust for aliens, especially those from Krypton, is quite intense and after what had happened with Supergirl I had to agree, she can be dangerously unpredictable."

"She wouldn't have been that way," Cat retorted, trying to conceal the anger in voice, "if Max hadn't created the Red Kryptonite in the first place. His intent was to use it to kill all Kryptonians, especially Non and his men. His botched attempt to create synthetic kryptonite in order to murder them effectively resulted in Supergirl being poisoned and changed her into the person she was while under its influence."

Richard hung his head, he hadn't known that Max was behind the dramatic change in Supergirl. He didn't know that Max was trying to kill her and all the Kryptonians. "I had no knowledge of any of this," he replied to Cat, "I just thought she'd snapped. I'll have the charges dropped and her released immediately."

"No, not yet," Cat ordered, "we need to make sure Max pays for what he did to Supergirl. The only way that can happen is if we get him to confess to his involvement."

Richard just laughed, "He'll lawyer up before we can even ask him one question, he's too smart and well connected to have any of this stick to him, it's like he's made of Teflon."

"You underestimate me, Richard," Cat grinned, "I already have a plan to get him to confess, that is why I need you to hold off on releasing Supergirl. I need you to act like I'm on board with your plan to put her away for good, because you know he's going to find out about our little meeting."

"So what do you want me to do?" Richard was smiling at Cat. "I need you to call a Grand Jury," Cat answered, "with the intent of indicting Supergirl for my attempted murder. Don't go any further than that, just make it look like you're proceeding against her, understood?" "Got it." Richard replied.

Standing to leave his office, Cat turned to her former lover and with a look a disdain on her face, she said, "Richard, just so you know, I think you're lower than whale crap at the bottom of the ocean for what you did to Supergirl. Be sure you never cross me or those I care about ever again or I promise, you'll wish you hadn't. Have a nice day." And with that Cat strode from his office and made her way to see Max…time to trap a snake she thought to herself.