AN: I don't own Supergirl or any of the characters, but I do own JJ, Henry, Addy Evie and all grammatical error.

Thank you all so much for the congratulations and well wishes as I go on this journey. It is amazing how much my life has changed in a year and I'm so thankful to have the support and love of this wonderful community, it means more than you could ever know.

I want to apologize, I know that some of you received a notification that this chapter had been added awhile ago and for some reason the file was encrypted. I spent nearly two weeks trying to fix it before giving up and just rewriting it.

This chapter comes from the request of Tfnmal23, who asked to see Maggie and Alex working on a case together and they disagree about how to proceed, wind up taking the disagreement home with them and how they work through it. I tweaked the bit about them taking it home with them a little and we also get to the side of Maggie that I feel like continues to linger in her mind. I'm going to be honest, writing about cases isn't something I'm even remotely confident about, but I gave it my best and I hope that I did the request justice.

Also, after this chapter I have three request left to complete; so if there is something that you would like to see, please request away.

That being said, I will try to have the next chapter up in the next couple of weeks, but I can't promise a specific day, as I'm not entirely sure where I will be mentally and emotionally. October 17 marks one year without my wife and October 23 would have been our third wedding anniversary and I have decided to travel to the island where I asked Elyse to marry me. With these two dates being so close together, I want to be at our favorite place in the world; I know it might sound crazy, but I feel like I can be close to her there and especially since I am carrying a part of her, I want our baby to feel close to her too.

Off we go, enjoy!

Alex's POV

I love my wife, but sometimes working with her, can be a real pain in my ass.

Take the last two days of working with her as an example. There is a group of Keenlarian's, who have the ability to sway peoples minds into getting them to do what they want and they are currently using their powers to make drivers of armed money trucks to "willingly" handing over millions of dollars for the last three days.

NCPD has for the most part taken the lead over the case, with Maggie being the head detective, but they don't have the equipment to be able to protect their undercover cops; who are trying to lure the Keenlarian's into a trap, so their heist will stop.

Since the NCPD doesn't have the proper equipment, but the DEO does; we are more than willing to help them out. Being the acting DEO director, while J'onn is gone on vacation, I have a say in how things are done, which I'm starting to realize isn't something that is sitting well with Maggie.

When she approached us yesterday about needing help, I didn't hesitate to agree, but I had one condition; the DEO would take control of the bust. It's not a power move on my part, I just know that we have more experience in dealing with this kind of alien and we are trained on how to fight back against them, since they are roughly twice as strong as the average human, along with the mind control aspect.

While I see this as a way to make sure everything goes as smooth as possible and that everyone goes home safely, Maggie feels like I am only doing this so I can secure my future role as DEO director when J'onn decides to retire and that I am also taking the case from her. I do understand her anger toward the fact that she will no longer be the lead on this case, she is trying to get as many resolved cases under her belt, so that when she takes her lieutenant exam next year, she will have a better chance of being promoted.

Cut to us having rather heated argument on the couch in my office.

"I can't believe you are doing this!" Maggie growls, shooting me a look that's a mix of disbelief, anger and hostility.

"Look, I get that you want to stay the lead on this, but you know as well as I do, that the best option is for the DEO to take point." I try to reason, reaching my left hand out, to place it on her arm in what I hope is a act of reassurance.

Before my hand touches her, she moves away from me and stands to pace the floor between my desk and coffee table. Her actions hurt me, especially when I see the frown that makes her forehead wrinkle, while wringing her hands and worrying her bottom lip with her teeth.

I've seen her have this looks many times in all of the years we have been together, but for some reason it never once occurred to me that this is what she looks like when she feels like she isn't good enough. She pulls away, shuts herself off from everyone, starts building that wall up around her heart and mind, allowing her to tear herself down mentally.

What really makes me angry at this whole situation, is this is what I imagine she must have looked like when her parents kicked her out at the tender age of fourteen. The first time in her life, when she ever questioned why wasn't she enough. Even though her relationship with her parents is continuing to improve everyday, in this moment, I hate them.

I hate them because they made my incredible, amazing and extraordinary wife, feel like she wasn't good enough to be their daughter and that's something that I will never be able to fully comprehend or even remotely understand.

Seeing her behavior now, it finally clicks as to why she is so reluctant to give up her position in this case; she thinks that I don't believe she is good enough to bring this to a close and that couldn't be the furthest thing from the truth. In fact, I know that when it comes down to it, she is better than me at this part of the job, she just has a certain finesse.

I realize that this is no longer the time for me to be acting like a work partner, but a wife.

"Babe, look at me." I ask, standing up and making my way over to be in front of her, gently prying her hands apart and lacing our fingers together.

When she lifts her gaze from the floor to meet my eyes, I don't know how it's possible, but my heart breaks even more, when I see her beautiful brown eyes welled up with tears.

"I know that you think I am taking over this because I don't think you are good enough to lead this and that's not true."

"I don't know what you're talking about." She challenges, trying to pull our hands apart, but I won't allow her to shut herself off from me any further and tighten my grip around her fingers.

"I know you Maggie, better than you know yourself. I know what is running through your mind and I want you to stop thinking that you aren't good enough to put and end to this, because you are." I promise, giving her a reassuring smile and rub my thumbs over the back of her hands.

"If that were true, you'd let me finish this." She bites back, with a hard look in her eyes and the tears vanished from them, as she untangles our hands and crosses her arms in front of her.

"I hate this."

"And what exactly do you hate?"

"This." I state, waving my right hand between us, because for some reason, I'm not able to say that I hate how she doubts herself.

"What do you mean? You hate us?" She asks with a small voice, her whole demeanor changing instantly from argumentative to scared, as her arms fall to her sides and a look of uncertainty to mar her face, while her lips to quiver in doubt.

In this moment, I hate myself for making her think that I hate us.

Get your shit together Alex, you're making this worse, instead of better.

"No, I have never and will never hate us. I hate that since you were fourteen and your parents kicked you out, that you have questioned if you are enough." I answer, moving my hands to settle on her sides.

"It's whatever." She mutters, shifting her eyes from me and back down to the floor.

I gently lift her chin with my left hand, so that I can see face and what I find kills me. Behind her beautiful brown eyes, I see so many emotions swirling, like an angry storm brewing, but the two that hurts the most is the uncertainty and self doubt.

"Margaret Elle Danvers-Sawyer, you are more than good enough." I vow, framing her face in my hands and use the pads of my thumbs to wipe the tears that have leaked from her eyes and are rapidly racing down her cheeks.

"But is good enough, well enough?" She asks, through a shuttering and broken breath, putting her hands on my hips, to steady herself as a sob works its way past her trembling lips.

"Yes it is. For me and for our children." I promise, with a smile and tuck rouge hair behind her ears.

"You know, sometimes I wish I wasn't a good cop, so I could just go behind your back and still lead this, before it all goes down." She jokes, with a small laugh and a quirk of her lips.

"I think you're a great cop." I banter back, hooking my pointer fingers in her belt loops and pulling her body flush against mine.

"You getting soft on me Danvers?" She quips, tilting her head a little, in the way that makes my knees go weak.

"For you? All day, every day. And it's Danvers-Sawyer to you ma'am."

"Nerd."

"True, but I'm your nerd."

"Always."

"Forever." I vow, pulling her in for a kiss, that borderlines on the side of not being work friendly, but right now I don't give a damn.

"Thank you for knowing me better than I know myself. Also, for helping me not shut myself off completely and getting lost in my mind."

"You're welcome. It's my job as your wife to remind you that I'm here no matter what and that I have your back."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

Even though I know we will still butt heads over this case, being able to reassure Maggie that she is in fact more than enough, makes it worth it, because her and our kids are everything to me.

These are the moments I live for now.

Thoughts?