Maggie sat in the car with one of the narcotics detectives waiting for Bobby Brooks to show. Once she learned of his possible involvement, she knew she had to go through the narcotics division before approaching him on his own. He was a well-known drug dealer, which meant the narcotics division would most likely have him under surveillance. That meant she couldn't touch him.

It didn't mean she couldn't speak with him, she just had to be careful about it.

That is why she was with Detective Navarro.

He was the lead detective on some cases that involved Brooks and was the expert on him in the department.

"We have been keeping tabs on Brooks for the last eight months or so pretty heavy."

"Why?"

"A change in pattern tipped us off that Brooks was up to something. He started to deal more with some underground types. At first, we thought it was a cartel because he was moving more and more products," Navarro said. "But it wasn't organized – meaning it wasn't organized like what we see from the cartels. Then one night one of our confidential informants got a look at one of the shipments and we were confused. It was drugs, but not like heroin or cocaine. It was scripts – human prescription drugs – everything from anti-depressants to diuretics. It was still illegal, but it didn't make any sense. And until you came in the unit asking about Bobby and prenatal drugs, we hadn't given any thought that these drugs weren't for humans."

"Then you haven't heard of any instances of aliens using human drugs?"

"None," he replied. "But it does give us a whole new avenue to explore – not that we didn't have are hands full enough. You are the alien expert, what do you think is going on?"

"My guess – and I have nothing to prove it at this point – is that the human drugs give aliens some sort of high that they don't give us," she said. "Maybe the wide variety that Bobby has been dealing with is a way for him to research what his clientele like."

Navarro shrugged. "All I know is this job used to be a lot less complicated."

Life has gotten more complicated, Maggie thought, especially in terms of her feelings for Alex. She just felt like there was something there between them – something unexplored and something that may never be explored. Last night she had spent too much time thinking about how she should keep things strictly professional between her and Alex.

After all, Alex was dealing with a lot right now and even if she wasn't, she was also in a relationship.

The problem was Maggie had been questioning her motives in pursuing this case. Was she pursuing it merely because Alex had been hurt? Was she pursuing it because it fell in line with her job? Or was she pursuing it because she wanted to win over Alex?

She had spent much too much time thinking about.

"There he is," Navarro said, as a vehicle pulled up to the bar they had been staking out. A dark, haired man got out of the car, along with a small cadre of other men. All in all, Maggie thought it looked stereotypically like a drug dealer and his boys.

They all walked into the bar and Maggie turned to Navarro.

"Are you sure you want to do the direct approach?" he asked.

"Why not," she shrugged. She had spent time trying to think of how to approach this knowing she was under a short leash with the narcotics department. But she told the lieutenant of the department that if she was given some leeway then it was possible that he would have an even bigger case to drop on him.

They got out of the car and Navarro held open the door for Maggie to enter first. She waited for him to join her and they walked into the back room where Bobby and his guys were playing pool and drinking.

"Detective Navarro," Bobby said raising a glass to him. "I haven't seen you following me in my rearview mirror lately – should I feel hurt that you no longer seem to care about me?"

"Don't be ridiculous," Navarro smiled back at him. "You are still my number one Bobby, but today I'm not the one here for you – she is." He pointed at Maggie who had noticed that there was one man – one who hadn't been in the car with them standing against the back wall making no pretense to the fact he was armed.

"And who is this lovely lady?" Bobby said approaching her while looking her body up and down.

"Detective Sawyer," she said flashing her badge. "I was hoping you might be willing to help me out on something."

Bobby looked at Navarro. "She serious?"

"From what I can tell, yes," Navarro responded. "It's her show, I'm just here for the introductions."

"Well then, come sit with me Detective Sawyer," Bobby said, leading her over to a table and offering her a seat.

She took it while still trying to figure out if Bobby would be in anyway helpful to her.

"What's your first name?" he asked.

"Maggie."

"Maggie," he said in a slow drawl as if she would find that attractive. "What can I do for you and what's in it for me?"

"Absolutely nothing is in it for you."

"Is that so?"

"That is so," she responded. "I can't offer you anything and I'm not in a position to give you anything. I am however in a position to keep others out of your business."

"Like Navarro?"

"No, the NCPD will still be keeping tabs on you. In fact, I think you like the idea of it. You can tell all your boys how you are jerking around the cops," Maggie said. "It makes you the big man on campus as it were."

"Then who are these others?"

"We'll get to that only if I don't find you cooperative," she said. "You see I work for the NCPD Science Division, so I investigate crimes mostly related to the alien population. I have zero interest in the drug trade you are involved with except for how it pertains to them. And really, I'm not even that interested in that part of your business as of right now except for one specific order you may have been asked to fill."

Bobby sat back in his seat as she spoke.

"Someone came looking for prenatal drugs," she said. "I don't know what such drugs do for an alien and that again isn't my concern – at least not now. All I want from you at this moment is information regarding which alien was requesting such an order and maybe where I could find him."

"So, you don't care what my business is?"

"Couldn't care less."

"And you don't care what aliens may or may not be asking for drugs except for the one you mention?"

"I do not. That's not to say I'm not curious as to why aliens are looking at our drugs but maybe that is a conversation for another time. I just want to know about the one."

Bobby leaned forward. "Again, what's in it for me?"

"Nothing," Maggie said. "You give me the info I want and I put in a good word with some people I know about you."

"I spoke to Eddie you know and I know about that bullshit you floated to him about Supergirl."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah. You didn't make it a secret when you pulled him into your car," Bobby said. "Of course, I wanted to know what it was all about. He told me what you were asking about. Told me you took his little book. Figured it was only a matter of time before you came around. But you see the difference between me and Eddie is that I don't have any need to play nice with cops like you, especially when there is nothing in it for me."

Maggie slowly reached into her jacket pocket, keeping her eye on the guy in the back with the gun. He shifted but stopped when he saw all the pulled out was a walkie, which she brought up to her mouth.

"This is Sawyer, what do you see Supergirl?"

"I tracked the shipment to a furniture store on Whitlock where it appears the drugs are being hidden inside some recliners," Supergirl said. "Although I'm not sure who would even consider putting this print in their house."

"Noted," Maggie said. "Hold on." She stared at Bobby as she switched channels. "Superman, what do you got?"

"Warehouse on 43rd," he said. "Underneath it, there is a basement level. Got several individuals who are packing up pills into smaller plastic bags for sale."

"Thanks, hold on."

She placed the walkie down on the table between them.

"Now those two sites my friends are at, they aren't your major ones, of that the narcotics department is sure. You are going to lose those today. If you lose more it's up to you because Supergirl and Superman have all day. Your move," she said.

He leaned back in the chair once more and she could tell he was pissed, but he was also smart enough not to do anything about her while she held the cards.

"You got it wrong," Bobby said. "You ain't looking for an alien."

"I'm pretty sure I am."

"No, you aren't."

"Yes I am."

"No detective, what you are looking for is a pregnant woman."

Maggie picked up the walkie – hardly believing this guy was dicking her around like this when she had made it clear she wasn't messing around.

He grabbed her wrist and his man moved forward a bit, putting her on edge, but she pulled back.

"Explain," she said.

"The alien you are looking for was wanting the drugs for a woman – a human woman who was pregnant," Bobby said. "I don't know who she is, all I know she is definitely human. The drugs that were needed were dropped off at that women's clinic on the east side."

He let go of her wrist.

"I think we are done," he said.

"I'm going to check out this lead, but if it goes nowhere, I will be back," Maggie said. "And if I have to come back your whole operation will be burnt to the ground, I guarantee it."

She got up and flashed a smile for good measure at the guy in the back and walked out. They were in the car before Navarro said anything.

"Remind me never to piss you off," he said.

She turned on the walkie again, "You guys can depart and let the NCPD take it from here. Thanks for the assist."

"Did you get what we needed?" Supergirl asked.

"I don't know. I have a lead at least. I will explain later," she said.

"You have a direct line to the Man and Girl of Steel?" Navarro said.

"Direct, no," she said. "But I have connections. The case was of interest to both of them – aliens using human drugs for an unknown reason."

"But Bobby said it wasn't an alien," Navarro said.

"Still, I'm searching for the alien that made the request. If he cares enough to make sure pregnant human woman has her prenatal drugs then that may explain why he got desperate enough to try and steal them. Find the woman, find the alien."

…

Alex spent the next few days working with her mother to install and work with her new technology. It was frustrating at times, but she could tell her mother at least seemed to feel better that her apartment was now decked out with the latest in smart tech for the blind.

For Alex it was yet another reminder that her life was now changed forever.

She was trying not to dwell on it, but she was failing miserably at that.

Winn had sent over a few pairs of spare glasses, so she was set there.

When her mom had unpacked her stuff, she had gotten to the walking stick and suggested that she and Alex go for a walk later that day. Alex declined and her mom put the stick next to the door somewhere and that is where it sat ever since.

Her mom would be leaving later today and while she was thankful for all the help, she was ready to be on her own once more. She had even gotten her mom's blessing to take the sling off more often. Her shoulder still hurt, but it didn't need braced by a sling all the time. She was going to have to start working with it more so right now she had it off.

Today she was going through her first braille lesson. She didn't expect it would be easy, but she was actually looking forward to it as she always felt better when her mind was completely occupied.

Cass was coming over that night – even though Alex had considered putting her visit off a day just so she could be alone for an evening. But Cass really wanted to come over to see her, so Alex agreed.

She was sitting on her couch – with her new coffee table this time it was made purely of wood and no glass. The braille kit was sitting on it, but she made no move to actually do anything with it.

The couch shifted and she knew her mom had sat down beside her.

"I won't bother asking if you want help," Eliza said. "I'm pretty sure I know the answer."

Alex couldn't help but laugh. "That transparent am I?"

"Just a little," her mom said. "I think you stopped asking me and your father for homework help by the time you were in the third grade. I know you will figure this out on your own."

Alex leaned back on the couch. "How did you know that dad was the man you wanted to be with?"

Eliza turned toward her, surprised by the question.

"There wasn't any one thing," Eliza answered. "It was a bunch of small things that added up to me knowing he was the one. We had shared interests and more importantly we knew how to talk to each other, knew when to push and when to back off. But it wasn't like that from the very beginning. Your father is lucky I went on a second date with him."

Alex smiled at this. She had of course heard the story of her parents' first date where Jeremiah dominated the conversation about his work and didn't let Eliza have a word in edge wise. It wasn't until the next day that he went to see her again and apologized and admitted that he tended to ramble when he was nervous, and she made him nervous. It was enough for Eliza to agree to that second date.

"Why are you asking?" Eliza said. "Are things progressing with Cass that you thinking of telling her how you feel?"

"No."

Eliza studied her daughter a moment. While her and Jeremiah had learned when not to push each other's buttons, it was not something that she and Alex had ever managed.

"Then this is about Maggie," Eliza said, leaving the comment out there.

"I really like her," Alex said, and she surprised Eliza by scooting over and leaning into her. Eliza put an arm around her daughter. "She doesn't feel anything but friendship for me though."

"How do you know?"

"She told me," Alex said. Then she went on to explain how when she had come out it was because she realized liked Maggie and how she had kissed her but Maggie rejected her.

"Have you talked to her about since then?" Eliza asked.

"No, I didn't see the point."

"Maybe you should consider bringing it up with her again," Eliza said. "From what I can tell, Maggie cares for you very much."

"I don't think I could handle being rejected again," Alex said. "Not on top of everything else. I'm not even sure I'm capable of being blind and being in a relationship."

"What about Cass?"

Alex exhaled deeply. "I like her, I do, but I don't feel things for her like I do Maggie."

"You owe it to yourself to figure out if Maggie and you can be something more than friends. And you owe it to Cass to be honest with her as well," Eliza said.

She knew her mom was right, but she wasn't ready to have either conversation.

"Mom?"

"Yes?"

"Do I have any ice cream in the freezer?"

"I think there might be a pint in there, and if not, I will go out get some," Eliza said.

"Thank you."