A/N - Just a bit of chat and some action :-)

14 – The Mole

The limousine was spacious and cool inside. Cat opened the mini bar and poured herself a glass of wine into a fine crystal glass. She lifted an eyebrow at Kara who smiled and shook her head as her knee bounced nervously. Cat stilled it with a gentle hand. "We don't have to do this," she said. "I don't want you to feel like this is a mistake or too much too soon."

Kara's blonde hair was pinned up elegantly but she pushed a few tendrils back from her eyes and fixed her glasses. "I don't feel that way… honestly." She frowned then. "But I also don't think I'd be nearly as nervous if I didn't know your mother was going to be here." She lowered her voice to a whisper. "I'm literally bulletproof and I'm scared for myself."

Cat sighed as she sipped the cool alcohol and then pulled out her makeup mirror to make sure her bruises were still covered. "I'm not honestly sure why she is attending other than to annoy me. My mother doesn't normally do charities." She put her makeup away and took Kara's hand, bringing it to her lips. "I love you," she said quietly. "Let's try to have some fun, ok?"

"Ok," the hero agreed. Moments later, the limousine pulled up outside the beautiful, five star Grand Mariner Hotel where the charity dinner was being held. Kara sucked in a breath and, as she stepped out of the car, smoothed the emerald green, silk sheath dress she was wearing over her slender curves. Then she turned and offered Cat a hand, smiling as she helped her out of the car.

Cat was wearing a simple, sleeveless black dress that also clung to her curves, except for a slit that ran all the way up her left thigh. Her heels were the tallest Kara had ever seen her wear and they accentuated her slender legs but with the hero's own heels, Cat still didn't match her girlfriend's height. "Thank you, Sweetheart," she said, stretching a little to kiss Kara on the cheek and lacing their fingers.

They walked slowly up the red carpeted steps, flashes going off all around them until they reached the television crew covering the event. The interviewer was a small, pretty-looking woman who was dressed in a sparkling red gown and black heels. "Cat Grant," she began. "You look absolutely stunning."

"Thank you, Edel," Cat replied. She'd done her homework on who the host would be.

"And who is this beautiful young woman who is accompanying you tonight?"

"This is Kara Danvers." Cat paused as more flashes went off around them and met Kara's eyes steadily. "My partner."

Suddenly a number of microphones were in front of the hero. She leaned closer to hear the question being posed to her. "Kara, how do you feel being here tonight with the most powerful and eligible woman in National City."

Kara felt Cat bristle but gave her hand a little squeeze. "I'm honored to be here. CatCo is deeply committed to this and other children's charities and we will certainly do as much as we can to continue our support. As for the eligibility list, I'm also honored to be the woman for whom Cat has removed herself."

"So…" Edel jumped on what Kara said. "You're also an employee of CatCo?"

"Yes, I am."

"And it's where you and Cat met?"

"Yes," Kara nodded.

"Thank you, Edel," Cat finished as she gave Kara's hand a little tug and they continued into the hotel. "Excellent response, Sweetheart."

The hero shrugged. "They're going to find out sooner, rather than later. Might as well get ahead of it."

Inside the hotel, Cat walked among the crowds keeping Kara close and introducing her to her acquaintances. Some of them obviously recognized Kara as her assistant but no one commented until, a loud voice sounded out over the noisy chatter. "Kitty, Darling!" The Queen of All Media closed her eyes and took a breath to settle herself. Kara rubbed her thumb over Cat's hand, reminding her that she wasn't alone. She was even the first to turn and intercept Cat's mother.

"Mrs. Grant," the hero stated with a smile. "How nice to see you again. I didn't know you were going to be here tonight."

Katherine Grant's eyes raked up and down Kara's outfit. "Hello, Carla. I see you own more than just cardigans and cheap pants."

Kara pursed her lips and looked down, willing her heat vision away before looking back at the older woman. "I do indeed… and my name is Kara," she smiled.

Cat still hadn't said anything. "You look well, Kitty. Although having a teenager on your arm is just as distasteful as that slit in your dress. You should really act your age."

Heads turned and for a moment Cat looked as if she might explode with anger but, once again, Kara squeezed her hand. "Honey, why don't we get a drink at the bar? Can I get you anything, Mrs. Grant?"

"You don't have to get her anything," Cat gritted out. "We're done here." She turned on her heel and walked away toward the bar, tugging Kara with her. "BITCH," she muttered.

"Well," the younger blonde commented. "She was definitely making sure that people know she disapproves of our relationship."

In a secluded corner of the bar, Cat pressed her forehead into Kara's shoulder. "I'm tired of her judgmental bullshit. You were amazing by the way. You redirected every insult."

"I've had some practice," Kara chuckled, her blue eyes twinkling as she rubbed Cat's back in gentle circles. "At least you're nowhere near as bad as your mother."

Cat couldn't help but laugh and it erased some of the tension she was feeling between her shoulder blades. "Dance with me, Miss Danvers?" she asked stepping back and holding out her hand.

"I'd be delighted," the young blonde replied and allowed Cat to lead her to the dance floor. "But just so you know," she added. "I'm not a very good dancer. Two left feet."

"Seriously? Even with as skilled as you are in… other areas?" Cat asked, keeping her voice low. "Like flying?"

Kara grinned. "I don't use my feet for flying," she whispered into the smaller woman's ear as her arms went around her waist and pulled her close. "Just for takeoff and landing."

Cat's arms slid around Kara's neck and she pressed her face into the crook of her shoulder, nuzzling gently as the music slowed and their bodies swayed. Kara kissed Cat's forehead, aware of the eyes on them and not really caring. "I love you," she whispered.

She felt the smaller blonde smile against her skin and Cat's arms tightened briefly to hug her but they were interrupted by the sound of a bell ringing and the host spoke over the microphone. "Dinner is served, Ladies and Gentlemen. Please find your seats."

It didn't take long to find their place cards and Cat and Kara were relieved to find that they were not seated at the same table as Katherine Grant was, although they could hear her talking about Cat every now and again. "I hate that she calls me Kitty," Cat muttered. "I've always hated it."

"At least she gets your name right," Kara answered with a big grin. "Maybe I should just change my name to Carla." She winked and took a sip of her wine as her appetizer was placed in front of her. "Cool. I'm starving."

Cat laughed. "We're going to stop for something to eat on the way home. Don't worry."

The hero rolled her eyes as she inhaled her shrimp rolls. "Oh thank God!"

..

Cat was surprised to find that she was having the night of her life. She and Kara talked and danced and drank a little too much, although Kara was completely sober of course, and even her mother's evil, withering glances weren't spoiling her fun.

What did, however, interrupt her good time was a low rumbling sound that Kara was the first to hear, followed by everyone else in the room. "What the…?" The hero stepped away from Cat and lowered her glasses a bit, peering at the floor and penetrating down layers and layers trying to find the source of the noise.

"Is it an earthquake?" Cat asked, waiting for the shaking to begin but Kara shook her head.

"No, it's something else…" She walked slowly around the room trying to figure out what was going on but suddenly, the dancefloor erupted, sending tables, flooring and people flying into the air and crashing back down again. People were screaming and backing away from the machine that was inching its way up from under the hotel. Cat and Kara's eyes met and the CEO gave her a little nod. The hero ran towards the door, letting her hair down and taking off her glasses as she went and, only a moment later, Supergirl flew in the open balcony window, landing with a hop as her boots skidded a little on the slick floor.

"Get back! Everyone get back!" she yelled, waving her arms at the people who were still standing in front of the machine with dumbfounded looks on their faces. They began to scramble away as Supergirl lifted herself into the air to hover, facing the machine. It looked like a drill of some kind but with lasers and the hero narrowed her eyes as a hatch opened and a helmeted figure appeared. "Who are you?!" she yelled.

"I am The Mole," the figure replied in a deep, rumbling voice.

"The Mole? Seriously?" Supergirl replied, her brow scrunching as she glided closer to him. "Dude, you couldn't have come up with a better name than that?"

Cat shook her head and sighed, noting to herself to remind Kara that antagonizing the bad guy was probably not the best way to go.

"And Supergirl is better?" he replied snippily. "Your mother sentenced me to Fort Rozz. I will have my revenge."

"Nothing new then," Kara sighed deeply. She flew towards him, her fists extended but, to her surprise, he raised his own arms and a blast of energy hit her squarely in the chest, slamming her back into the function room wall and leaving a Supergirl-shaped dent as she slid to the floor. "Ok, that wasn't nice," she muttered as she stood up and shook bits of plaster off her hair, shoulders and cape.

She lifted herself into the air again and sent a long blast of heat vision his way but his suit seemed to absorb her power. This time, when he fired back, Kara literally felt her powers draining and she slammed painfully into the floor as the Kryptonite invaded her cells and weakened her. She tried to get up but collapsed onto her back, groaning as her ribs protested. Then Cat was suddenly at her side, kneeling next to her. "Cat, no, run, get away," she groaned.

"Not a chance," the CEO replied. She got Kara's arm over her shoulders and helped her to stand, supporting most of her weight as they headed towards the door. "I am NOT leaving you."

As they stumbled away, Kara pressed her earpiece. "Call Alex." She heard the tone in her ear and then her sister's voice answered.

"What's up, Kara?"

"Need help, Alex," Kara ground out as sharp pain took her breath away. "A guy calling himself The Mole just attacked a charity event that Cat and I were attending. He had some sort of Kryptonite weapon. I think my ribs are broken." She wrapped her free arm around her body in an attempt to ease the pain.

"They are," Cat muttered worriedly. "Tell Alex to pick you up behind the hotel."

"Alex, I need a medical evac. from the back of the Grand Mariner Hotel. Gonna need the lamps before we can figure out how to kick this guy's ass."

"I'm on my way, Kara," Alex replied. "Hang in there, ok?"

Cat and Kara exited discreetly at the back of the hotel and waited. It didn't take too long for two black SUVs to pull up and Alex to hop out. She helped her sister and Cat into the back and they took off back towards the DEO but halfway there, Kara murmured to Cat. "Make sure your Mom is ok."

The CEO nodded and took out her phone to call her mother but the phone just rang until voicemail picked up. Cat tried a number of times to call but each time, voicemail picked up. "Mother, it's me. Please call me as soon as you get this message. I want to make sure you're ok." She hung up then and locked eyes with Kara.

Now she was genuinely worried.