Alex figured she'd have to pay to get the carpet in their room re-done after they checked out, because she was pretty sure there would be a hole in it if she continued pacing around.

The notion didn't stop her, though, as she was far too angry at her wife to form a coherent thought.

She'd seen plenty of Maggie at crime scenes and during investigations to know that the detective was formidable at her job, and paid close attention to details. But Maggie was also passionate about justice, and usually went along with her gut feeling.

Only this time, Alex was convinced that Maggie had made a mistake.

It wasn't that she didn't think Bosley was guilty. Truth be told, she'd considered the man a suspect just like the rest of his team, but as she'd told Maggie before – they didn't have evidence.

And the explanation that Maggie had given her had made sense, but she was certain that she could find a motive in every cop in the county, if she wanted to.

Her hands clenched into fists again as she remembered how Maggie had put her in an impossible position, demanding her to arrest Bosley without any evidence.

She didn't even have probable cause.

His statement taken at the initial scene when he had discovered the bodies was legit – Alex had read it, Maggie hadn't. She'd asked him about the dog, something Maggie had casually mentioned when they were driving together, and he'd explained that Hunter was outside in the garden. They must've let him out. Or maybe the killer had tried to get him away from the house. Either way, he hadn't initially seen the dog at the scene.

To Alex, that made perfect sense.

And she wasn't a police officer like Maggie was. She didn't have the training to solve murders. But she did know how to interrogate people – and based off the cues that Bosley was giving her during their time together, her gut feeling told her that the man was clean.

She reached into her back pocket and pulled out her cellphone, dialing a number from her recent contacts and bringing the phone up to her ear. After a few seconds, she heard a click.

"Hey Alex."

The agent smiled. "Hey, Kara."

"I'm just finishing up at work, here. Almost ready to sent in my article. How's everything over there? How's Maggie?"

Alex sighed, dropping down onto the bed. "She's… I don't know. We had a fight."

"What? What about?"

"I'm worried, Kara. She's so intent on finding out who killed her parents, I don't think she's allowing herself to grieve anymore."

"I didn't realize that it was so serious… You told me that she didn't really have much contact with her parents?"

"She didn't. The last time she saw her dad was at the shower. But…Kara, she's suffering. Everyone here keeps talking about how great her parents were, and I think it's really messing with her head. She's making wrong decisions, she's not thinking straight."

"You should talk to her, Alex. You're the only person she can trust over there."

Alex laughed weakly. "I'm in charge of the investigation, Kara. I'm her boss, I had to tell her that she couldn't do whatever the hell she wanted, and she lashed out."

"Well… Maybe she lashed out at you because she can be vulnerable with you. I know it sucks, but… I think you just have to show that you're there for her. That's the only thing you can do, besides catch the guys that did it… Do you want me to come? Maybe they'll talk to Supergirl…?"

"No, it's fine. We can handle it. Besides, these guys aren't aliens. They're just homophobic idiots. One of them lost his temper with Oscar and killed him and Katherine, and they're covering it up. It's policework, and Maggie's amazing at it. But…" Alex sighed, rubbing her temple with her free hand, "… I should have never tried to take the case. I should have let her grieve instead of dragging her into doing this."

A knock on her the door of the hotel room made her look up, interrupting Kara's reply. "I got to go. But I'll call you again tonight, alright?"

"Yeah. Love you."

"You too." Alex disconnected the call and walked over to the other side of the room while tucking her phone back into her pocket. She opened the door, and frowned immediately at the sight of Chloe in the hallway, in uniform and looking pale and scared.

"You need to come with me."

Alex nodded slowly, holding the door back so that the woman could enter the room while she grabbed her stuff, but she noticed immediately that her behavior was off. "Everything alright…?"

"We need to get back to the police station."

Chloe's cryptic answers were starting to annoy her, but Alex assumed that she didn't want to discuss it in a hotel hallway, and she didn't blame her. Instead, she grabbed her badge, gun holster and jacket, and nodded as they headed downstairs to the lobby.

But when they ran towards Chloe's police cruiser and the brunette still hadn't said a word, Alex got impatient.

As the woman started the car, Alex cleared her throat. "So… uh… Anything on the case?"

"Alex, I need you to listen to me, very carefully." Chloe said, glancing in her rearview mirror as she got onto the road. "There are security cameras outside the police department. Horrible quality, but they work. Nobody saw it happen, so we don't have any witnesses, but…"

"Chloe." Alex responded, already fearing what the woman was getting at. "Take a breath, and tell me what's going on."

The brunette swallowed thickly. "Alex, Maggie got abducted."

Alex's heart stopped, her head spinning upon hearing the words that haunted her in nightmares and scared her in daydreams – Maggie was gone.

"Who took her?"

"Like I said, the camera quality is crappy, but it looked like two men, average height, average build. They threw her in the back of a green pickup truck. That's all the information I have, they called it over the radio, I was patrolling. I raced over to the hotel as soon as I heard."

"Well, this is a small community, right?! Who do you know that has a green pickup truck?!" Alex yelled, already feeling her stomach clench at the scenarios her mind conjured up.

"Too many people to count." Chloe sighed. "But there's a list of vehicles at the police station, so we should-…"

"Tell them to send it to my phone." Alex shook her head. "There's no time to regroup and talk it over. Maggie's in danger."

She bit her lip. If someone took her, that means that she had either figured out the truth, or was close. And she didn't want to think about how many people around here owned guns.

She could be dead already.

Alex clenched her eyes shut at that realization, and took a shaky breath. "I don't know who the next sheriff in line is, but I'm going to have to talk to them."

"It's never happened like this before, but I assume we'll have to vote between the deputies."

"Get that sorted as soon as we find her – we're going to need warrants signed." Alex clenched her jaw, trying to remember what Maggie had told and taught her about abduction cases.

Don't waste time, time is crucial. Go off of evidence, make a timeline. Never say never.

Chloe pulled her cruiser over, and reached for the radio, calling in that she needed the list sent to Alex's phone, while asking for updates.

The creaky voice on the channel replied. "The two men had their faces covered, but they came prepared with a bag over her head and a baseball bat, so it wasn't a random act."

It was clear that they had targeted Maggie.

"Anything on the license plate?" Chloe sighed.

"Nothing, Watson."

Chloe glanced back at Alex, who had her hands clenched into fists. She thanked the dispatcher quickly, and reached forward to put a comforting hand on Alex's thigh. "We're going to find her, Agent. You're FBI – you're trained for this."

Alex chuckled dryly. "Yeah."

None of her training was going to get Maggie back.

Suddenly, the radio creaked back to life. "Watson?"

It was a very unusual callout on an official police radio, but Alex ignored the confusion and watched as Chloe reached for the device again. "Copy."

"Watson, it's Evans. Tell Agent Danvers to meet me at the playground on Second street in ten minutes."

Alex leaned forward into her seat, nodding quickly at Chloe's questioning eyes. As the officer confirmed the rendezvous over the radio, Alex's mind started racing.

Maggie had made it clear that she was convinced that Evans was involved. And Evans had warned Alex about Maggie being in danger – he'd practically predicted that she would end up in trouble.

Was this Evans' work…?

Was the meeting going to be a ransom demand…?

Alex's stomach turned once again, but she willed herself to keep calm. She couldn't run in head-first with assumptions. That's what she'd shunned Maggie for not even an hour ago.

Oh god… the last thing she'd done was yell at Maggie, screaming at her that she was stupid…

"Hey." Chloe's voice shot her out of her thoughts. "We're going to get her back. You know Maggie, she's tough. She'll be okay."

Somehow, Alex wasn't all that sure.

As soon as Chloe pulled over on Second Street, Alex practically jumped out of the car, drawing her gun.

"Wait here." She ordered, glancing back into the car.

"Are you sure you don't want me to come?" Chloe frowned.

"No, I need you to stay here at the radio in case there's an update. I'll make it quick."

Chloe nodded slowly, watching the agent run towards the figure in a long coat, standing by a rusty set of monkey bars.

"Detective." Alex greeted, clutching her gun in her right hand, but aiming it down. She didn't trust the man at all, but there was no need to come in guns blazing.

Especially if he knew where Maggie was.

"Agent." He replied.

"What do you know about this, Evans?" Alex asked. "Where is Maggie?!"

"We need to talk."

Alex huffed, taking a step back. "My wife is missing, right when she's convinced that she's figured out who is behind the murder. That's a little convenient, don't you think?! If you don't have any information, what the hell is there to talk about?!"

"I never said I didn't have information, Agent."

Alex was just about to give the man another piece of her mind, but she decided to bite her tongue for now, trying to keep calm and listen at least a few seconds to what the man had to say.

"There's not much time." He continued, glancing around.

Alex narrowed her eyes. "What the fuck are you talking about?!"

"Agent, listen to me." Evans looked dead serious, and met her eyes. "This town is dangerous. Leave, while you still can. Go back to National City, take her with you. Pretend this never happened."

Alex's eyebrows shot up into her hairline. "I can't take her with me, because she's gone, Evans. Did you have something to do with it?!" Her hand stretched out to raise her gun.

The man shook his head. "I'm not pulling my gun on you, Agent. I'm warning you. Leave. Or the next time, she won't be so lucky."

"Where is she." Alex hissed through her teeth, finally aiming at his face. "WHERE THE HELL IS MY WIFE!"

"Leave, and don't come back." Evans said, taking a step back, his hands now raised up in the air. "She's at the Grant farm, east of town. The barn."

"I'm coming back for you, you son of a bitch." Alex spat, her face contorted with anger. "If you killed her…"

"I didn't touch her. Alex." He said her name for the first time, shaking his head. "I don't want the two of you getting killed for sticking your nose where it doesn't belong. Trust me. I'm on your side. But this town… You don't get in the way of things. Especially not when you're Oscar's daughter."

Alex stumbled back towards the cruiser where Chloe was waiting, not interested in hearing the rest.

She pulled the car door shut behind her and yelled the location at Chloe, and the Officer put on the siren and lights, and sped through the streets of Blue Springs.

The drive couldn't have been longer than five minutes, but it felt like an eternity to Alex, as she repeated the conversation with Evans in her head over and over again.

Could he be trusted? Was she walking right into a trap, and taking Chloe down with her?

She glanced sideways, but the brunette officer seemed as intent on getting her friend back as Alex was, staring straight ahead, eyes narrowed and jaw clenched.

She looked ready to go to war.

As soon as they were a street out, Chloe shut down the siren to stay unnoticed, and drove up the dirt road that led to the farm.

"He said she was in the barn." Alex whispered as soon as they came to a stop and Chloe killed the engine, reaching for her gun. "You go through the front, I'll take the back. If they're armed, shoot to incapacitate. If they aim at you, shoot to kill."

"Roger that." Chloe nodded, and Alex shot out of the car, gun raised and running along the barn. She waited around the corner until Chloe was in position and signaled that she was good to go, before heading towards the back.

The barn was dimly lit by a few gas lamps hanging on the wall, but it was quiet. The only sound she heard was a noise she couldn't place, that sounded like it came from inside.

Slowly and carefully, she pulled open the barn door, wincing as it creaked slightly, before slipping inside.

On the other side of the barn, she vaguely saw the shape of Chloe mirroring her with a raised gun. She knew that Chloe could see her so she wasn't scared of friendly fire, but there could very well be hostiles aiming at her right this second.

This was the part she was trained for.

Her eyes darted around the barn, especially the dark upper floor, where she could see bales of hay stacked to the ceiling.

Someone could be hiding over there easily. But so far, she hadn't spotted the barrel of a gun sticking out anywhere.

She cursed herself for not having a vest, but Chloe only had the one she was wearing in the cruiser, and there was no time to get another one.

The unidentified noise became louder, and Alex took a few steps towards where she located the sound. The middle of the room, behind more hales of bay.

If there was a hostile there, they were doing a poor job of staying hidden.

Chloe seemed to have heard it too, nodding as the two closed in on the center of the room, guns raised and getting ready for the imminent confrontation.

Alex searched eye-contact with her current partner and raised her hand, counting down from three to one with her fingers.

Three… two… one.

Alex leapt forward, gun raised, and saw Chloe do the same.

"Police!"

They barely managed to spot two cats, hissing at them and scattering in opposite directions. Alex sighed and lowered her gun. "Clear."

Evans had lied to her.

She hadn't even finished the thought, before she heard the unmistakable sound of a bullet whizzing past her ear, a loud bang filling the room.

Alex jumped on top of Chloe, dragging her down to the ground and pulling her behind a bale of hay, crouching down. More gunshots were audible, and Alex realized that the hay would be punctured easily if they took another shot.

She oversaw the situation, analyzing it in a few seconds and turning to Chloe, wincing as the gunshots continued. "Get to the back, try to get a shot. Cover me, I'm going to try and flank them!"

Chloe nodded, and Alex provided cover fire for her as she ran to crouch down behind a wooden pallet, returning the gesture as Alex sprinted towards the creaky wooden stairs leading to the upper floor of the barn, firing her own gun multiple times.

The bales of hay upstairs formed a labyrinth of narrow corridors between them, but at least she was out of sight for the gunman momentarily. Slowly, she moved in on where she thought he was, gun raised. The gunfight between the man and Chloe continued, and Alex prayed desperately that he wouldn't get a decent shot at her.

Finally, she rounded a corner and saw a man with his back turned to her, a hunting rifle in his hands and firing down onto the pallet.

Slowly, she walked towards him, hoping her footsteps on the creaky wooden floor would be drowned out by the echoes of the shots.

Unfortunately for her, he took that exact time to stop shooting, and Chloe didn't return fire immediately, leaving a momentary silence.

A creak underneath her foot giving her away.

The man spun around and raised the rifle, and Alex didn't hesitate, firing a round in the man's chest. The gun in his hands went off as he went down, but it hit the ceiling above. Alex threw the rifle out of his reach immediately, checking for a pulse.

"Shooter down!" She yelled to Chloe. "We're clear!"

Alex didn't lower her gun, but continued her exploration of the upper floor, reaching into her pocket and pulling out her phone to use as a flashlight.

The man had been waiting for them, so that meant that he knew they were coming.

"You okay?" She heard Chloe yell at her.

"I'm fine. You?!" Alex shouted back, shining around every corner she could.

"It's Willy Grant." Chloe responded. She had to be talking about the gunman, having reached his body.

Alex nodded slowly, but didn't reply.

"He has a son, they run the farm together. He lives here too."

Good point, Alex realized. There had been two kidnappers.

Before she could answer, or give Chloe new orders, she heard a weak moan coming from her right, and froze, turning her head in the direction.

There was a long, narrow corridor between two rows of hay, that stopped at the wall of the barn.

In the darkness, she could vaguely make out a shape lying down on the ground.

Her heart stopped, as she ran forward, lowering her gun and the flashlight, and falling down onto her knees.

She had found her.

"Oh god… oh… baby…" Alex's shaky voice whimpered, as she cupped her wife's cheek. Maggie's reply was a weak and pained moan. When Alex carefully raised her phone to shine the light on her wife's form, she saw the bruises and blood covering her face.

Her own blood boiled at the thought of that man putting his hands on Maggie, hitting her and hurting her.

"It's okay, you're safe. He's dead, I'm here." Alex whispered, kissing her forehead gently.

Loud footsteps ran in her direction, and Alex raised her gun immediately, ready to kill whoever would try to take Maggie away again, but then saw that it was Chloe, her own gun raised but lowering it immediately with a breath of relief.

Alex took charge. "We need to get her out of here. Go check the house, see if the son is there. I'll get her back to the car and call it in."

Chloe nodded and ran off while Alex focused back on Maggie, who was slowly opening her eyes.

"A-Alex…?"

"Hey…" Alex smiled weakly, as she holstered her gun and put her phone back in her pocket, reaching forward to pick Maggie up in her arms and carry her bridal style, all the while whispering words of comfort.

"T-they…" Maggie moaned, but Alex shushed her quickly.

"Don't talk, Mags. You can tell me everything at the hospital."

But her wife ignored her, emitting another painful moan, before taking a shaky breath. "T-they said I'm g-going to hell."

Alex clenched her eyes shut for a second, shaking her head and telling herself not to think about it. She needed to get Maggie out of here, fast.

"It's going to be okay, babe…"

Alex didn't even believe it herself.