Author's Note: I thought of this idea and knew it was a little basic and almost gave up on it, but then I thought of the title and I just could not resist making a Scooby Doo reference in a Supergirl fanfiction.

For those of you who don't know, Daphne from the Scooby gang was sometimes referred to as "Danger-Prone Daphne." And now, we have Danger-Prone William Dey. Teeeheeeeee…

William Dey had been an investigative reporter for nearly ten years. He had had countless close-calls and near-misses and scrapes with a lot of dangerous people, happenstances that had only increased in number after he started dating Kara and working with the Superfriends.

That all being said, he had never actually seen himself as danger-prone until that very moment, as he lay tied up in a walk-in-freezer with his hands bound. Really? A walk-in-freezer? Of all the inescapable scenarios, this was one of the worst.

Granted, he was tied up in restaurant on the wharf, and the woman he'd been tracking down could have easily attached him to some bricks and chucked him in the river. Here, at the very least, he had a little more time. It had to be nearly nine PM, time for nightly text-check-in with Kara.

William had been a little dubious about the check-in at first. It seemed like something that could lead to a lot of unnecessary overreactions. What if they accidentally fell asleep before nine? What if they were on a story and couldn't reach their phone? What if they just simply forgot to check in? But they were both superheroes (well… superhero and superhero adjacent, anyway), and sometimes things happened that made it so you needed help but weren't able to actually call for it. If one of them missed check-in, that was an immediate sign that something wasn't right.

So, yes. Kara would know something was amiss and she would gather the Team at the Tower and they would proceed to metaphorically tear the city limb from limb until he was found. But the problem was that no one knew he was hunting this story, his Supergirl alert watch was frozen beyond use, and William legitimately wasn't sure how much time he had left. He couldn't feel his hands anymore, likely partially due to loss of blood flow but he was also in a freezer. An industrial freezer. One that got frequent check ups to make sure that it was cold enough, because bad freezers meant bad food meant food poisoning meant bye-bye-restaurant.

William blinked slowly, his eyeballs feeling cold on the backs of his eyelids. He'd never thought he had particularly long eyelashes, but he could see little flecks of white in his peripheral, pieces of ice. His breath misted in front of them. He remembered being a little kid during the colder winter nights in London, expelling great breaths of hot air and pretending he was a dragon as he splashed through puddles, walking home next to his mother.

His mother. He'd been planning to call her just last night. It had been far too long since he'd checked in with her and if this evening went like it seemed like it would, he wouldn't get the chance.

William tried to flex his fingers but found them too stiff to move more than a tiny twitch. He spike of real fear ran through him. What if Kara did find him, but it was too late and they had to amputate his limbs? Doctors were doing remarkable things with prosthesis these days, but…

There was a cracking sound and the freezer William was stuffed in seemed to rattle. He braced himself, trying not to start hoping before he knew for sure what was going on. Kara had been wearing off on him, though, and he was finding it hard to resist the temptation.

The rattling grew worse, before suddenly the entire freezer door was ripped off of its hinges and tossed over the shoulder of a muscular blond woman with a distinct S symbol on her chest.

"Will," Kara breathed, using her super speed to jolt her forward. She landed on her knees in front of William and helped him sit up as he tried to get a proper greeting through his chattering teeth. Kara fiddled with the zip-ties binding his hands and quickly snapped them off, and William groaned as he brought his arms around to the front. His fingertips were white.

"We need to get you warmed up," Kara muttered, taking his hands and tucking them under her chin. She winced at the cold but didn't let him pull away. "Can you walk?"

"Think so," William said gruffly, and Kara wrapped an arm around his waist to help him up.

She took off into the air as soon as was possible and before long was landing on the balcony outside of William's apartment. William's breaths were practically vibrating out of him as his entire body shook from head to foot.

"I'm going to make some tea," Kara babbled as she led him inside. "And- and-"

She sped off suddenly, leaving William blinking in surprise, but was back in a moment with the large comforter from William's bed. "Wrap yourself in this. Do you want to change clothes? Get into something warmer?"

"I'll start with taking my shoes off," William grunted, taking a stiff seat on a nearby chair to pull of his shoes which, thankfully, didn't have laces. When he lifted his head again, Kara was still standing in front of him, fidgeting anxiously. He stood up, and placed a numb hand on her elbow. "Kara. I'm all right."

"I know," Kara murmured, biting her lip before leaning in and kissing him quickly. Her lips were achingly warm. "I was just really worried. And I really hate being really worried."

He smiled fondly at her and gave her elbow a light squeeze. "I know. Make me that tea?"

"You got it."

He walked off towards his bathroom while she boiled the water and turned the water in his shower to boiling. It hurt his skin as it started to thaw but William was just glad to not be shivering anymore.

Author's Note: I was originally going to do this as one longer story but the folks on instagram said six chapters so here we are. Now you're stuck with like 6 times the , congrats XD