Disclaimer: The Invisible Man and the characters involved therein belongs to The Sci Fi channel. No copywrite infringment intended. I'm just borrowing them for entertainment purposes. Maggie Rourke and anyone else you don't recognize belong to me.
NOTES: You should probably read at least the first story in the Maggie arc, We Can Be Heros, to understand Maggie a little better.
Maggie Rourke walked purposefully down the hallway. The Official had summoned her from her work in the lab. While most of the agents at the Agency cringed at the thought of meeting with him, Maggie felt differently. Ever since he and Nick had "rescued" her from the hospital when she was five she'd seen him as a father figure.
She knocked before pushing the door open. "Hey Charlie. You wanted to see me?"
He was in his customary position behind the desk. There was a woman seated in one of the chairs. "Come in, Magdalena. There's someone I'd like you to meet." Maggie took the other seat. The woman was regarding her with open disgust. "Magdalena, this is Kit Johnson."
Maggie held out her hand. "Nice to meet you. I'm Maggie Rourke."
Dr. Johnson looked at her hand as if it was going to bite. "I'm aware of who you are, Agent Rourke. Should you be touching people so casually with your condition?"
"I can control it. I only get the inhibitor once a month." She let her hand drop back to her side. Charlie spoke up. "Dr. Johnson is going to be your Keeper, Magdalena. From now on, you'll report to lab 3 every morning to check in with her."
Maggie couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Sir, what about my work with Claire?"
"Everything will move to lab 3. You'll be Dr. Johnson's assistant."
"Yes, sir."
"Good. Why don't you show Dr. Johnson to her lab?" Charlie smiled gently at Maggie, hoping to put her more at ease.
She nodded and stood. "Yes, sir. It's this way." She told Dr. Johnson who was still watching her with open disdain and contempt.
As they wandered down the hall, Maggie attempted small talk. "So what did you do before you came here Kit?"
"First of all, you will address me as either Keeper or Dr. Johnson, not by my Christian name. And secondly, what I did before, during or after I am here is none of your business. I am here strictly as your Keeper, here to make sure you are not a danger to anyone." Dr. Johnson informed her in an icy voice.
Maggie didn't say anything the rest of the way to lab 3. She slid her ID card through the reader and the door slid open. "Here it is. Do you need help with anything?" Maggie lingered in the doorway, letting Dr. Johnson examine the lab.
"Just leave your key to the room here."
"My key? You mean my ID card?"
"Yes, whatever you used to get inside this lab." Maggie bit her lower lip, her forehead wrinkling in confusion. "If I leave you my ID, I won't be able to get inside." She explained.
She turned to face Maggie. "This is my lab now. I don't want just anyone wandering into my lab without my permission."
"Yes, ma'am." Maggie tossed the card on the desk and stalked out of the lab. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"6 AM sharp."
"Yes ma'am." Maggie grumbled as she stalked down the hallway. She stopped in Claire's lab, hoping to find Darien. He was there, leaning against the counter.
"Hey Mags." He smiled when she came in.
Claire noticed the cross look on Maggie's face. "What's the matter, Maggie?"
"I got a new Keeper today." She flopped down in the lab chair.
"You what? Why wasn't I informed of this? Unbelievable." Claire fumed. "Excuse me, I have to go speak with the Official."
They watched her storm out of the lab and Darien came over to the chair.
"So what's she like?" He leaned back on one arm, his head near hers.
She leaned her head against his shoulder. "She's stuffy. And condescending. She treats me like I'm just an experiment."
"Maybe she'll get better once she knows you."
"She wouldn't even shake my hand." Maggie said softly.
Darien put an arm around her. "Why don't I come over later? I'll bring pizza. Monday night football is on."
She smiled. "All right. I'll get the beer."
"See you at seven." He kissed her forehead before bounding out the door.
Maggie slid off the chair and headed up to security to get a new ID card. After a bit of argument and a few phone calls later, Maggie had a new card with restricted access to the labs. She slipped it into her pocket and headed to her car.