Maggie did leave after Hank Henshaw had told her to. Not that she was happy about it. The sounds that had been coming from behind Alex's apartment door were bothersome. There couldn't have been a fight, Alex lived alone. Unless someone broke into her apartment. Maggie shut down her dark thoughts, reminding herself that she was a girl, she was alone, and it was dark. The jingle of her keys was the only sound on the street as she pulled them from her pockets. She held the key rings on the palm of her hand, the pointy key ends sticking out from her knuckles. Safety first.
Since she'd started at the academy, she had learnt a million of these tricks. They should not be needed, but they always are. Maggie hated the fact that she still felt scared when she was walking alone, but somehow it will always be part of being a girl. When she reached her apartment building, a guy wearing a hood was scouring through the large trash containers in front of it. With a surge of fear and adrenaline, Maggie straightened her back. She was almost home. No way this random trash digger was going to stop her. So she gave the trash digger an angry look, before quickly entering the building. She couldn't help but run to the lift when the door closed behind her. The adrenaline slowly left her body as she reached her apartment, on the 8th floor.
"Hey, how was your date?" Her roommate, Nicky, asked while Maggie closed the front door behind her. Nicky was sitting on the couch watching tv, but she turnt the volume down when Maggie entered.
"Genuinely, very nice. She's cute, funny, and a bit of a badass. The only bad part was when I came home, that guy is dumpster diving again." Maggie replied as she hung her coat on her hook, and sat down on the arm of the couch. Classic gay habit. Nicky rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, I've seen like three people out there today. Luckily they're picking up the containers tomorrow." Maggie nodded, getting up to get a glass of water.
"So what have you been up to?" She asked.
"Just finished a group project. God, I hate leading five idiots. I started drinking three hours ago. But I handed it in, so it's fine." Maggie laughed.
"Do you have to work with these people again?"
"Nope. I'm so happy about that. I would end up killing at least one of them." Nicky turnt the tv back on. Before she could forget, Maggie sent Alex a text.
"Hey, are you okay? What was going on in your apartment? And what was the deal with that FBI agent at your door?"
Hopefully Alex would reply soon, Maggie didn't think she could sleep until she knew that Alex was safe. Wow, she's already grown attached to the redhead. Generally Maggie was a lot more careful when it comes to feelings, since she's been hurt badly before. However, there was something different this time. About ten minutes into the episode of Brooklyn 99 that Nicky was watching, Alex texted back.
"Hi! I've got some broken ribs, and some bruises but other than that I'm okay. Someone broke into my apartment. Turns out that government agent was looking for that person. Did you get home safe?"
Alex had spent ten minutes crafting the message. She did not want to lie to Maggie, but could not tell her the entire truth. Not only because of the security clearance Maggie would need. Alex did not want to scare Maggie off immediately after their first date. No matter how hardcore the person you're dating is, no one should drop that much indispensable information on the first date. Sitting on the hospital bed in one of the DEO headquarters, she started realising how complicated this was going to be. But she was willing to try. And who knew, maybe there would be a future where she could share everything.
"Yeah I came home okay. I hope you'll recover soon! And if it takes a while, I'm sure we can find something to do together"
Maggie already got her flirty side back. It was going to be fine.
Over the course of the next week, they texted every day. They found themselves smiling at their phones. Thinking about each other. Kara noticed it, during their Danvers sisters' night. She was stuffing another slice of pizza into her mouth, when Alex's phone lit up. Alex picked it up and smiled.
"Aha! You gabe a gruss!" Kara didn't bother to finish eating before she spoke.
"You have many superpowers, but talking with your mouth full of pizza is not one of them." Alex replied without taking her eyes off her phone. Kara finished eating.
"You have a crush!" She repeated.
"Is it that girl you went on a date with? What's she like? When do I get to meet her?" Kara rambled.
"Slow down, we've only been on one date so far!" Alex attempted to tame her little sister.
"Well, when's your next date?"
"We don't know yet. We have some different schedules. I mean me, with my DEO work, and my study. Her with her waitress job and the police academy." Alex said.
"Well weren't you trying to get a waitress job as well? When are you doing that?" Kara asked.
"I don't know, I'll need to ask for time off at the DEO and I don't know if that's a possibility." That was the part Alex was dreading. She was a full-time student and worked in so much of her free time that she didn't know if another job was even an option.
"I'll make sure you get like two nights a week off. Even Hank Henshaw has to answer to supergirl." Kara spoke, full of determination. Alex shrugged. It was worth a shot, but not everyone was as impressed with supergirl.
A couple streets away, a similar conversation was happening. Maggie was humming along to the easy-listening music they had playing in the bar as she cleared a table. Her coworker, Collin, stopped in his tracks when he heard it.
"You're so cheery. Something happened." He noted. Maggie straightened her back, resting her collection of glasses on the inside of her arm.
"You're dating someone!" Collin said loudly. Maggie quickly slapped him on the arm.
"Don't talk so loudly, flirting is how we make money, remember?" They both kept working as they talked.
"So I'm right? You are dating someone?" Collin asked as he brought his dirty dishes to the dishwashers.
"We've only been on one date." Maggie said, picking up her new drink order.
"Well, get to another date! You seem to like her." Maggie rolled her eyes and changed the subject, but she knew that he was right. They should plan another date.
So, when her shift was over, and she was sitting at the bar with her drink, Maggie pulled out her phone.
"So Danvers. It's been a week since we've last seen each other. I think it's time for another date, how about you?" She didn't have to wait long.
"I agree. Did you just finish your shift?" Maggie quickly texted a yes, before going into the back to change, taking her drink with her. No way she would ever let anyone drug her.
In the course of buttoning her flannel, she heard her text tone. She dug her phone out of her work clothes, quickly pulling the hair tie out of her hair.
"Can I drop by, maybe drop off my resumé? I'd be there in five." She typed another yes.
Finally. She didn't want to admit it, but she had honestly missed being able to tease the redhead.
