Later she will feel guilt over only sparing the smallest of glances at Alex's too still form as she tackles her attacker to the floor. At the moment all she can think is 'Mom will fix her. Mom will make her better.'

"Oh look. Blondie's back." The woman sneers pushing herself back to her feet. Linda doesn't react other than a glare as her opponent sizes her up with an amused smile. "Gotta say Blondie. Loving the new look. Don't get me wrong I really like the shy nerd look but this…"

Any other time Linda would have been pleased with the praise of her workout gear choices even if it was disheveled from all the fighting, she'd been doing to protect her new family and extended DEO family from being hurt. Snug-fitting running pants that remind her a lot of the ones her first 'family' had provided when she'd reached that guard post and a gray tank top, she'd borrowed from Alex. And her no finger gloves that were just too comfortable not to wear everywhere. The shoes Eliza picked out the first time she'd tried them on had made her feel like she was walking on clouds even she was on the ground.

"Hot."

Linda's jaw ticked her arms folding over her chest as she too sized up her opponent. "You attacked my sister. Hurt my friends." She reminds

The face in front of her changed from pleased interest to deadly cold. "Oh please. First off, I may be tipsy I'll admit it, but I'd never hurt a pup regardless of my alcohol intake especially Mags's dog. Second, the other cutie is fine just out of the way while I have some payback."

Linda's eyes flickered for half a second over her shoulder just to check. She grins at seeing her Dude's ex Darla was busy wrapping up her bleeding hand cursing under her breath as she locks the door to the back room behind her heading back toward the destroyed bar.

"And lastly." Linda's smile dropped at the foul bite of the words. Icy blue eyes once again lock on iron grey. "That bitch broke the heart of the woman I care about. One that would have been mine if she hadn't come into the picture. Maggie didn't deserve what that trash of sister did to her."

The resulting fight was swift and in Linda's mind too short to really be considered a real battle as sounds of curses and breaking glass and wood fill the room as the two crash into the bar breaking it in half as they land sending more glass raining down on them from broken bottles over their heads.

Lex's voice in her head reprimands for giving in to pitiful emotions but that only makes Linda strike harder as it blends with the memories of her sister's and Maggie's too slow heartbeats reminding her again of how she'd failed to protect them when they'd needed her the most.

The unknown woman beneath her becoming the target of all her bottled-up emotions and self-hatred. Linda didn't even stop when hot blood spills onto her clenched fists.

The soft grip of a hand against her shoulder pauses the burning sting of fire from taking over when simply punching out her frustrations wasn't enough anymore.

Yet her mother doesn't seem at all frightened when Linda's glowing orange eyes find her warm blue ones. "That's enough sweetheart." She'd been working on her Russian it seemed. Her mother always so considerate.

Eliza's hand closes around Linda's blood-covered one pulling her to her feet. "Alura is with her." she promises dulling some of her daughter's panic when Linda's eyes go to the empty table where before her sister lay unmoving her heart rate so slow in Linda's ears. Too slow.

"We'll take care of her." Vaz's voice behind them comes in a rasp. Seems that unlike what Linda had hoped her sister's second hadn't come from the DEO battle completely unscathed as Linda's guilty eyes find her victim's even with her alien genetics Linda had really as Alex or Maggie would put it 'done a number on her'. Already a DEO field medic team was tending to her whilst another heads into the back to free Rory and check on Jamie. Darla seems to have vanished on the way from the back room to the main bar.

Rory comes taring out of the back her muzzle and paws stained red from trying to scratch and bite the door out of her way. Linda is ready for her scooping her up before the growling dog could move farther than a step toward the half ring of agents huddled around 'angry dark hair's' groaning form.

"Easy little one." Susan murmurs breaking from her steely agent persona and for a second Linda can't decide which one of them Vaz was talking to. She finds a seat with difficulty considering the tornado-like mess of the bar and her freshly wounded body protesting the movement. A medkit already at her side as Eliza guides her trembling daughter toward the chosen spot well away from the pool table that had for a horrifying moment had been Alex's death bed.

Duel colored eyes and a wet tongue break her gaze with the dreaded table.

"Gah Rory." Linda huffs as the dog climbs into her lap still attacking her with kisses. Linda's arms wind around her letting the beat of her heart sooth a little more of her guilt.

She doesn't want to face the rest of her family. Her sisters. Maggie.

"Kara, Kare sweetheart slow down….and in English, please. My Kryptonian is a little rusty."

Linda looks up at the worry in her mother's voice and in Kara's.

"What? What's wrong?" Vaz asks adding her own layer of worry to the mix. Obviously, she'd turned her com off or it had been damaged, and she hadn't thought to replace it before tagging along with what was available of Omega team.

"Alex is in surgery they are hopeful but Maggie….Maggie is missing, Kelly isn't in her cell anymore...and they can't find Alex's gun."