"Name one other person in my life I've ever referred to by just saying 'Her' Tia." Maggie groaned running the hand she wasn't using to hold her cell phone to her ear through her already tousled hair when Eliza catches up with her. Going by the scoffed "so why ask who I was talking about?" other candidates hadn't been named earning a soft chuckle from the approaching mother.

"No that's the problem, she's even more so now." Maggie huffs in continued frustration as she stops her paced path up and down the empty corridor to slide down the wall taking a seat on the floor instead. Eliza didn't need super hearing to guess the question that had just been asked as Maggie's head lulled back against the wall behind her with a defeated exhaled breath as Maggie closed her eyes before she speaks again. "Seriously, it should be illegal to be that intimidatingly attractive."

This time Eliza's amused laughter hadn't been as stealthy as she'd thought considering Maggie's eyes open to find her own. The seated woman's gaze searching as she gives a hasty "Call you back." Into the phone before ending the call and sliding the thing into her pants pocket.

"You might not remember…"

"Eliza." Maggie says earning a light smile from the woman in question before clearing her throat and starting over with a much more formal "Of course I remember you. Dr. Danvers." As she moves to stand back up only for Eliza to sigh under her breath waving the action off

"You and Alexandra are always so proper when your upset." The mother grumbles as she sits down on the cool floor of the DEO hallway. "and Eliza will be just fine." She adds settling herself comfortably beside the now nervous-looking detective.

Going by the look in her eyes the mother guesses Maggie wanted to ask just how much of her one-sided talk Eliza had heard but she was too proud to voice such a 'childish' question.

"If I told you, my daughter held the same feelings for you as you seem to still carry for her, would you believe me?" Eliza questions instead.

The following second the mother could have sworn she'd been tossed back in time seeing those sparked flickers of first love just as she had when the woman beside her had been a teenager sneaking glances towards the then-teenaged Alex whilst Eliza looked over her game-given injuries.

But then the shadow of some passing agent pulled Maggie's gaze and the look was gone. Replaced by the unreadable mask of a seasoned officer of the law.

"I'll take that as a no then." Eliza chuckled "understandable given what happened…"

"It wasn't me." Maggie argued "I was manipulated the same as Alex was only, I was led to think I'd done something to upset Her"

"May I ask…?"

"I told her how I feel." Maggie sighed before the question had finished being asked her eyes now closed as she leaned her head back against the cool chill of the glass wall behind them. The buzz of a phone stalls anymore probing questions on the 'feel' usage rather than the 'felt' one as Maggie shifted enough to dig the humming device from her pant pocket. "Well thank the Bat." the officer sighed with a genuine smile as she clicked on the newly received text.

Eliza will swear she hadn't intended to snoop but sitting as close as she was it wasn't as if she could avoid glancing at the phone screen as she turned her head to keep watch for any of her three daughters wandering the halls at any given moment.

"I'm only going to give you this warning once, Detective D." Eliza states when Maggie's eyes meet her own at the mother's shocked gasp at what her message had consisted of. The rather snarky reminder about reading confidential messages dying on the way to her lips at the so recently spoken nickname by another in the Danvers's tightly bonded family.

"One, talk with Alex. Explain as best you can what happened to cause this rift between you, even if she won't believe it at first." Maggie winces at the blunt confirmation of rejection awaiting her after that not-so-little talk. "but most of all, Detective Margaret Sawyer."

Maggie sits up more than a little straighter at the use of her given name despite the kindness pouring off the other woman in waves as the two hold gazes. Eliza's hand even reached over to cup Maggie's clenched jaw, her thumb rubbing at the tightened skin until Maggie relented and relaxed a fraction into the offered touch.

"Stop being so hard on yourself."

It will only be later after Maggie was freshly showered, changed, and nervously dismounting her prized motorcycle outside a restaurant she was only a little underdressed to be walking into that Eliza's words play again in her head calming the panicked twitching of her hands as she pockets her keys and stows away her helmet.

"Stop being so hard on yourself."

That calm is Ryan's arms locking in a simi-tackled hug once the boy had finished weaving his way between the separating tables cheering her very presence as he hurried to greet her.

That calm is the pained pleasure mix of Alex's fingers digging against her scalp as the taller woman tilted Maggie's head just enough to allow better access for the searching woman's lips to continue their exploring tickled slide against Maggie's throat.

That calm is what gives the groaning cop the will to gently push against the warmed chest pressed as flush as possible with the additive of clothes just enough so Alex rocks back to meet her equally lust-darkened eyes.

"We have to talk, Alex."

And just like that the calm is gone as Alex's arms drop from their clenched places against Maggie's jacket.