"What in the hell was that?" Lucy asked the room at large, already rubbing at a developing headache.
"I think they were aliens?" Winn offered, still clutching his tablet and staring at the now vanished portal.
"What gave it away? The leaves for hair, or the indestructible teenager?" Lucy snarked, already walking back towards the central console, Maggie and Kara a step behind her. J'onn was still frowning and retreated back to his office while Lucy debriefed.
"The girl with the hair is Alstairan," Kara offered, hopping up to sit on a desk, gathering her cape on her lap. "Not sure about the other two though."
"How many aliens do we know that can withstand that kind of damage, and sleep it off?" Lucy groaned, dropping herself on a rolling chair. Maggie stepped behind her, placing a hand around the base of her skull and provided a much-needed neck rub. Screw professionalism – today sucked.
"Oh, a bunch," Kara supplied, legs swinging a little even as she looked upwards as if thinking. "Humans are particularly squishy to be honest. But she was just a kid – most species grow into that kind of invulnerability."
"My question is, why she jumped in after you," Maggie inserted, fingers doing something magical to Lucy's headache. "She didn't even seem to think about outing herself or the danger – she just saw Supergirl go down and was immediately in that water."
"You talked to her beforehand right?" Winn injected, finally relaxing his hold on the tablet as he leaned next to Kara. "Did she say or do anything… alien?"
Maggie frowned, thinking back. "… I don't think she was alone… Winn, can you pull up the security footage after the second missile hit?"
"Who do you think I am?" A couple clicks and all the screens were filled with images of the attack.
Together, they all watched the strange calm that the girl had embodied during the event. How she had simply watched Kara listen for DuBois' heartbeat. How she had approached the railing to see what unfolded. How the moment Kara was in trouble, she was diving.
"Wow," Kara murmured, legs no longer swinging.
"Are we recruiting? Cause that is some next generation superhero behavior right there!" Winn agreed.
Ignoring the implications of hiring a minor, Maggie pushed forward with her thought. "Wind it back? … there!" He paused; the camera focused on one of the people she'd seen during the chaos. "He wasn't running either. I remember him literally catching a falling tower to save a little girl. And there! That women just kept helping people up, lifting them out of the way."
"So… what are we thinking? Secret underground superhero aliens have arrived in National City?"
But Maggie wasn't listening. The guy was completely unfamiliar – not just personally, but also alien wise. He looked human. The only distinguishing feature (aside from the super-humsan feats of strength) was that the entirety of his arms were tattooed black – just leaving the tanned hands exposed. Even the collar of his shirt revealed the same ink running down his chest. Unfamiliar.
The women was ringing a bell – she was willowy. Her skin seemed to glow, even on the monitor. She looked kind – gentle. And familiar.
"Does anyone else recognize her?" Maggie asked, pointing at the relevant monitor.
Noises of disagreement followed, but Maggie narrowed her eyes. Something about her just stuck out – like a long-forgotten name, you know you know, but can't articulate it.
"You are the go-to-girl for alien activity on the street Mags," Lucy offered, eyeing her focused girlfriend. "You probably ran into her on the job or something."
"Maybe…" but her eyes were narrow. Familiar.
"Anyway!" Kara jumped off the table, unsettling Winn from his position. "They're obviously the good guys, so what's the worry?"
"The worry is that we can't let civilian teenagers get hurt on one of our operations," Lucy grunted back, kneading her own head now that Maggie was distracted. "It's a public safety nightmare – not to mention a public relations nightmare."
"Well, if we see them in the future, we'll just tell em to scram, right? It's not like they did anything wrong! Plus, the girl literally saved my life… I think. Whatever, she helped. I don't want to like… punish her for it or something!"
"Course not," Lucy dismissed, waving a hand at the thought. "But we can keep an eye on them. Winn," he stood to attention. "Can you set up some kind of facial recognition program? I want to know if any of them are involved in any other criminal activity, got it?"
"On it boss!"
"And you," swinging around to point a finger at Supergirls slowly retreating form. "Where do you think you're going."
"Oh, well," Lucy resisted a smile as Supergirl reached up to adjust Kara's missing glasses. "You see, Lena kinda had an emergency yesterday? A Catco related thing! And she wanted to meet me for lunch… so I was just gonna," she pointed behind her shoulder, indicating towards her balcony.
"Fine but stay on your coms!" Lucy called, Supergirl gone before she'd even finished her sentence.
Maggie had retreated back to her actual job at the station to report into her captain. Meanwhile, Lucy had a mountain of paperwork involving treating an alien minor without parental consent in her super-secret government facility – so they were both busy. But, six-thirty found Maggie knocking on J'onns office (almost exclusively used by Lucy when she was base hopping) picking her up for dinner at Kara's.
"You okay there, Sawyer?" Lucy asked, glancing over at the strangely quite Detective in the passenger seat.
"Yeah," she absentmindedly responded, light from streetlamps illuminating the furrowed brows. "Just thinking."
"Do I need to find a penny, or…"
Maggie looked over with a smile. "No, it's nothing really. I'm still just stuck on that women from this afternoon."
"The alien from the waterfront?"
"Yeah…" she looked back out the window, biting her lip. "The whole day felt like an unstoppably weird dream. And now this is stuck on my mind… I'm sorry." She rubbed at her face, turning back to Lucy. "How are you? I know that the admin for that operation must have been a disaster."
"You have no idea," Lucy muttered, pulling into Kara's street and parking. Unbuckling, she turned to face Maggie before they disembarked. "Are you okay? I know that being on the pier was probably rough – it was bad enough from headquarters."
Maggie swallowed, looking up at the building they were about to enter. "It was terrifying, when I realized she was hit," turning back to her girlfriend, she offered a half smile. "But that's why we're here right? Get that good old-fashioned reassurance that Little Danvers is okay, and then we can actually sleep tonight."
Laughing, Lucy waited to respond until they were side by side, walking into the building. "When exactly did we become so protective of a literal superhero?"
Maggie smiled, linking their hands. "I think when we fell in love with her over-protective sister – rubbed off on us a little."
"Rubbed off, that's your answer?" Lucy snarked back, letting Maggie bump her shoulder disapprovingly (even though she kept smiling at her girlfriends' antics).
"Hush – she's probably already listening to us."
"Well, someone should probably teach her not to eavesdrop," Lucy remarked, gently pressing Maggie against the side of the elevator as they climbed. Letting her free hand slip into Maggie's back pocket, Lucy pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her neck.
"Lane…" But she still arched her neck, giving the other women space to do her work.
"Mmmmm," she nipped at the place where her neck met her shoulder.
Both their phones went off. Groaning, Lucy pulled away and dug out her device. Maggie took a second to breath, head still resting against the elevator wall.
Snorting, Lucy read the 'Sisters' text chain out loud. "I CAN hear you and neither of you have any self-control."
"Have you seen her?" Maggie asked into the still moving elevator.
"Gross - that's my sister you're talking about," Lucy read aloud, a fond smile pulling at her, despite herself. Maggie smiled back, tucking some hair behind her ear, just as the doors opened.
They let themselves into the now familiar apartment, noting that Kara was in her fluffy socks which let her slide around the wood floors. A good mood then.
"How ya doing, Little Danvers?" Maggie asked, placing her wallet and keys in their designated spot.
"Good!" Kara responded, hopping to her feet and sliding directly into Lucy for a hug. "You'll never guess what Lena did!"
"Confessed her undying love?"
"What?"
"What?" Lucy asked, the picture of innocence. Kara paused, narrowed her eyes, and shrugged. She gave Maggie her equally enthusiastic hug before continuing.
"She bought Catco!"
Maggie and Lucy shared a wide-eyed look.
"I've never bought you anything more expensive than dinner," Lucy snarked, grinning at her girlfriend.
"Better step up your game then," Maggie flirted back, going to the fridge for drinks.
"How do I compete with a billionaire?"
"Oh, I think you'll come up with something, Lane," She winked, handing over Lucy's beer.
"You guys are so weird," Kara muttered, adjusting her glasses and taking the spare seat at the island.
"So, Little Luthor bought you a company," Maggie asked, taking a sip and leaning on the counter across from Kara.
"Not me! I mean, Morgan Edge, you know the big rich jerk who was threatening to buy Catco? Well, I asked Lena to help, because I couldn't just let Edge kill the free press!"
"So, you asked Luthor to buy you a company?" Lucy asked, taking the remaining seat next to Kara.
"No! I just asked her to like… I don't know. Talk to him? I didn't think she would buy Catco!"
"So… Little Luthor is your boss now?"
"Yeah! I guess. But when she was telling me about it, Edge like, broke into her office. He was such a jerk. He compared Lena to Lex! And so I- uh…" She cut herself off, suddenly realizing her audience with wide eyes.
Lucy set down her drink. "What did you do Kara?" Not that there was much more damage to be done. Everyone knew that Lena knew that Kara was Supergirl… except Kara.
"Well… I just couldn't let him talk to her like that!" Also, side note, everyone knew how hard Lena and Kara were crushing on each other… except Kara. "So, I… Well, I had Supergirl kinda leave him on a shipping container."
"A shipping container?"
"A shipping container, on a boat, in the middle of National City Harbor?" Lucy's headache was back.
"Are you serious?" Maggie's eyes were wide and amused, lips curling deviously.
Kara mumbled something under her breath, picking at the countertop. "What was that?"
"And I kind of… threatened him?"
Lucy's head hit the counter.