One more after this... Almost done with the little adventure
Alex felt her heart in her throat as she drove to the building, parked her car in the same spot she parked it yesterday. She didn't want anything different than the last time she was here. She talked to Jonn and they concluded that they would not have any radio contact. There was no telling what James possibly made Lena do in terms of surveillance. As Alex ascended the stairs to the roof she took a personal inventory. She shook out her shoulder, and a light catch in her scapula along her muscles, her knee took her up the stairs like a champ with only a small discomfort, and her ribs, well she swallowed as she needed to keep a guard up and not get hit. Yeah, don't get hit Alex, she told herself as she placed her hand on the latch to open the door.
She was buffed by the wind and squinted as she took in her surroundings. She saw Lena. Her mouth ran dry and her throat refused to work. Blood oozed from a cut on her eyebrow, and slowly flowed from her nostrils. She was too far away to see anything more, but she saw her blood, and Alex's own blood ran cold. She knew Jonn was there, somewhere to catch Lena, or herself if they were to fall.
"Come on Alex," James's voice came from above her.
She looked up and shifted into a defensive posture. He stood above her on top of the stairwell opening roof. He was in a new suit, black, and hefty, with what looked like a high-tech rifle in his hands. He forwent the helmet gain. Part of Alex wanted to shake her head and wonder if the man ever learned from his mistakes, but she didn't know this suit, like she did the last one. He pointed the rifle at Lena.
"No," Alex jumped toward the man, but he was nearly 7 feet off the ground on a platform. She watched a smirk ooze over his lips.
"Drop the gear," he looked down to Alex, and glared at the knee brace and smiled wider, "Including the brace," he said and then jumped from the high ground to the roof training the rifle on her. She slowly unclipped her tactical vest and unhooked her belt with her pistol. She reached down, unclipping the latches and hooks from her knees and then dropped the brace. In a matter of moments, she stood before James in nothing but her standard issue black shirt, and pants. He laughed as he picked up the vest and threw it as far from them as he could, then he picked up the belt and tossed it over the edge of the building. Alex watched with her dark eyes tracking where all her equipment went.
"You said I wasn't man enough, or strong enough," James said as he circled her, and then with no warning at all, the butt of the weapon barreled into the back of her knee. She went the ground clenching her knees with a scream.
"Come on Alex, its ok to scream," James said as he went to kick her in the ribs, but she brought her forearms to her waist laterally blocking the kick, she hooked his other foot. He stumbled but didn't fall. He only laughed.
"Almost Alex, Almost," James said as he caught his breath from the almost fall, "You are an amazing fighter, I'll give you that, but I hate to say this but I am better," he bragged circling her and kicked his boot out but Alex flinch, and the boot only grazed her jaw, but she played the kick and sent herself backward.
"Lose the tech Jimmy and prove it," Alex gritted, "I beat you last time with gear on, therefore I am better than you. If you kick my ass again with tech it just shows you are a weak, little, human, coward," Alex chided as she slowly stood favoring her knee. James watched her try to stand and then shrugged and crooked his mouth in an arrogant half smile.
"Why not?" he said. And then dropped the rifle, but not the gear.
"What's wrong Jimmy scared?" Alex ribbed as she ducked a jab from James' Left. She blocked once more and back fisted his jaw. She settled back defensively favoring that same knee. He rubbed his jaw and spat a small wad of blood.
"Nice Alex," he said as if he could seriously appraise her fighting. Alex waited, she played the game, she hobbled from Left to right, took a hit to her chest, and wobbled back, hands up. Alex watched and weighed her options. The armor was light weight, but still bulky. She shoulders created a momentary blind spot if she could duck behind him, she could rabbit punch in in the back of the head. He didn't have protective gear or none that she could see about his legs. She kicked out and her boot tip dug into the back of his thigh. He howled from the momentary loss of feeling in his leg as she took out his left hamstrung. He reached out and she ducked under his arm and did as she planned. He was rocked as she hit the soft spot at the base of the skull and the top of the spine. She gritted as she shook out her hand. Blood flowed from a gash on her knuckles. The armor came up too far. She grazed the point she wished to hit, but still jarred his senses as she glanced off the armor and smashed into his bald head.
She began to feel it was the time to use her full strength and stop hiding, when he pulled out a controller. Alex put her hands up and James began to laugh maniacally. His crazed cackling drowned out the wind that rushed by her ears, and the sudden sound of a silent heart that skipped a beat in her chest.
"Yes, Alex, she will die tonight," James said as he turned toward Lena, "Too bad she was so…"
His words never came as a fist connected with his cheek. Alex lunged for the controller and wrenched it from his fist. She reached for the gun he dropped and trained it on him. He opened his eyes and took his head from his hands.
"Take… off… the gear," Alex gritted as she held the gun on him. He smiled.
"You can't operate that gun, fingerprint coded," he tisked. Alex nodded and then shrugged. She gripped it like a baseball bat and swung at him.
"Take off the gear," she said lightly as his eyes grew, "I may be a DEO agent James, trained in sophisticated ways of combat, but I am not beneath going medieval barbarian on your ass so strip!"
He took the gear off, and once he was in pants and a shirt, she looked over to her partner on the roof. The one who right hooked the ass hat in front of them.
"How's the knee?" the brunette asked. Alex shrugged, as the woman gave her the tactical vest. Alex threw the rifle to another set of hands and slipped it on finding one of her guns. She felt so much better. She looked over and then back to James.
"He is all yours," Alex said to the brunette. Alex blinked at the look on the woman's face as she turned on James.
"You kidnapped me," Punch, "You beat me," Kick to the ribs, "Then you hang me up over my own building," punch, "Why?" Lena growled her request as she pulled James head to her knee as she thrust upward. Alex to the side grimaced as James's nose exploded from the impact. Blood gushed from his face as he coughed and winced.
"I was told by Lillian Luthor to kill you and I could have everything back," he couched. Lena looked over to Alex and Alex shrugged, and Lena went to kick him once more but Jonn placed a hand on her shoulder. Alex looked back and found the Martian Manhunter before then, not the director of the DEO. Lena stepped back, uncomfortable but not frightened.
"Please allow me," Jonn knelt down before the man as he gave Alex her belt which she clipped around her hips and bore into his thoughts. "She felt Lena was a threat now that her ties with Supergirl, and Alex where so close. She felt that if Lena died, she could assume control of the company and all funding, essentially she could give James free reign, or so she promised," Jonn said as he sifted through the man's thoughts.
"Power," Alex said and sighed running one hand through her hair, and dropped the gun to her side, "It's always about power with you James. Why, what happened?"
"Jimmy, Jimmy Boy, come here Jimmy, Always Jimmy," James rambled staring off into space, "I should have just fucked her then dropped her off the roof," he gritted. Before Alex could move, Lena pushed Jonn aside and buried her foot so far into James's treasured assets that there might have to be a retrieval operation for some of those family jewels. Lena looked at Alex and then Jonn.
"Don't give me that look, he's an ass hole," Lena said as if that was justification enough, "And I didn't kill him," she looked to the gasping wheezing man puking up his guts, trying not to choke on his vomit, "Or so I think," Lena smirked and crossed her arms. Jonn hoisted the man to his feet and turned to Alex. She gave him the zip ties. Before they made it off the roof, James was practically hog tied and duck taped. He wasn't going anywhere.
"I'm going to take him back into custody," Jonn paused and looked back to Alex, "Shall I remove Agent Schott's probation in lieu of service rendered?" Jonn asked. Alex smiled and nodded. With that confirmation Jonn flew off with his cargo.
Alex turned to Lena and it was a split second as eyes collided that Alex and Lena moved to the other. Lips found lips, hands roved over each other looking for injuries, while caressing and touching, making sure they were real, breathing, alive. Lena pulled from Alex's lips.
"Alex take me to bed," Lena said as she and Alex embraced. Alex nodded and dug in her pockets, but Lena pulled the woman to her, and then led the way. They made their way to Lena's office, and then to the right as you go through the door. Lena took them to a small room, with a sizable bed. Alex and Lena looked at the surface that welcomed them, practically begged them to stretch out over the soft sheets before them.
Alex looked to Lena, cut on her eyebrow, bloodied nose, and then she cupped Lena's cheek. She turned and went back into the office, and came back quickly with ice, and a small hand towel. Lena looked at Alex, her eyes went wide, and then they softened, with a sigh.
"Will I ever get you into bed and have my way with you?" she joked as Alex sat her down pressed the ice to Lena's nose, and went to the bathroom looking for a first aid kit. She only found rubbing alcohol, band aids, and cotton balls. Alex looked down at the supplied and winced, this will sting. She sat next to Lena.
"Yes, you will," Alex replied making Lena blink.
"I…" Lena was shushed as she hissed from the cotton ball cleaning her cut eyebrow.
Lena grasped Alex's hand and made the agent look at her. Alex's fingers clasped the part of Lena's hands she could reach. Those green eyes, gods damn those green eyes.
"Lena don't," Alex began but Lena continued to peer into her soul. Alex's breathing came shorter, shallower, and then her choked sobs could not be held at bay.
"I almost lost you today," Alex whispered, "I broke" Alex gasped trying to breathe through her admission. Lena released Alex's hand and cupped her cheek.
"But you didn't," Lena replied, "I knew you would come," Lena whispered inching closer.
"Lena," Alex spoke her lovers name just as their lips met. Lena's lips softly took, pressed and pulled. Alex grasped Lena's face with her hands and devoured those lips. She ran her hands over Lena's sides, and then to her arms, and she heard a gasp. Alex flew back as if Lena was a hot coal. Lena whimpered at the loss of contact. Alex shifted the neck of Lena's dress and winced at the bruising, and rope burn along Lena's biceps from when she hung. Alex stood, but Lena reached out.
"Please, don't go," Lena pleaded, but Alex turned with a smile.
"I'm not going anywhere, we are going to shower off this evening," Alex smiled wider when Lena's eyes flashed, "and then I will let you have it your way… after I have taken care of you," Alex said and then walked to the bathroom stripping her gear as she went. Lena scrambled after the woman.