The CatCo offices were their usual mix of efficiency, gossip, and serenity. At least until Cat Grant arrived and the whole place turned into an exercise of well-oiled productivity in order to stay off the media magnate's radar. Unless your name was Siobhan Smythe, in which you were straight in the firing line due to being one of Cat's assistants. Right now the stylish brunette was at her desk, checking emails and watching the clock, 8:27 am.

T-minus three minutes until she walks in, Siobhan said to herself. She glanced at the cup of ginger root and chamomile tea located on the corner of her desk.

"Morning Siobhan," came the voice of Kara Danvers, assistant number two, Siobhan thought with a touch of evil glee. She looked up and saw the blonde moppet, decked out in an outfit she liked to believe came out of some old lady's closet. She didn't know what to laugh at first, the corduroy pants, or the white blouse with subtle floral design under that ridiculous sweater vest.

"Kara," she replied back emotionlessly.

Kara immediately got to work prepping herself for the day. Siobhan took the opportunity to look over the young twenty-something and wondered to herself what Cat could possibly see in her. For that matter, she wondered what anyone here could see in her. Then again, maybe she's the office pet, like a gerbil or something, she thought to herself. She glanced at the clock on desk again: 8:29.

While she counted the seconds in her head, she turned her head to her right and glanced over at Winn's desk. His gaze was fixed on his computer, his fingers typing away furiously like he was on some kind of mission. As she was considering sending him a quick IM, just to say hi, she heard the sound of Cat's personal elevator hitting the floor.

8:30 am.

Like clockwork Cat Grant was walking through her bullpen, purse hanging from the crook of her right elbow, her phone clutched in her right hand, and sunglasses perched chicly on her face.

Siobhan grabbed the cup of tea along with a file and raced around her desk, waiting to hand the objects off to Cat as she passed by. She noticed Kara had also raced around, empty-handed however.

"Good morning, Ms. Grant," they both said as she approached.

"Hardly, now will somebody please get me my morning…"

"Here's your tea, Ms. Grant," Siobhan finished for her, holding out the cup along with the folder containing the contracts legal had sent over regarding the acquisition of a new station.

"Thank you, Siobhan, it's good to see…," Cat stopped midsentence and just stared at Siobhan. "Well?"

Siobhan became confused, but tried to look unfazed. "Well…what?" she asked apprehensively.

"My tea?"

"It's right…here?" Siobhan responded, looking down at her hand and becoming baffled by the fact that her hand, both of them actually, were empty.

"Honestly, Siobhan, if you want to continue being assistant number one, you do actually need to perform. Kiera, get me…"

"Here's your tea, Ms. Grant," Kara said, offering the cup that Siobhan was certain was in her hand only seconds ago. "And here's those contracts you wanted from legal."

"Thank you, Kiera, it's nice to see someone who wants to be employed," Cat said coldly as she passed the two of them.

Siobhan looked over at Kara who had a proud, almost smug, smile on her face. "But…how?"

"How what Siobhan?" Kara answered sweetly, turning to go back to her desk. As Siobhan watched her, her blonde hair seeming to glow in the morning sunlight, she felt her blood run cold when she heard a quick, faint echo. If she didn't know any better, she would've sworn it sounded just like…her banshee scream.

She looked around, but didn't see anybody. Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she thought she saw a black and gray figure standing behind Kara who was now seated at her desk. Her head looked like it was being snapped from how quickly she turned it, only to find Kara by herself. "Can I help you?" Kara asked, her normally sweet tone replaced by what could only be described as, disdain. Siobhan shook her head. "Then I suggest you head back to your desk and actually earn your pay."

Siobhan turned to head back to her desk, seeing everyone at their desk. All except Winn. She walked over and looked at his desk, seeing it undisturbed. She moved the mouse, and saw that the screen didn't come to life.

"Siobhan, do you need something?" she heard Kara practically spit at her.

"Where's Winn?" she answered softly.

"Not here."

"But he was just here," she replied.

"I don't see how, he has the day off. Apparently he had plans with a girl," Kara explained.

"Kiera, get in here," they heard Cat shout from her office. Kara moved immediately, leaving Siobhan alone at Winn's desk.

"But I could've sworn…," she said to herself, stopping when she noticed a picture on Winn's desk. It was odd to see it since Winn's desk was usually reserved for the toys he collected. She picked it up and studied it. It was a picture of Winn and another girl, a familiar looking brunette that, much to Siobhan's indignation, was gorgeous. She had one hand on Winn's head, holding it in place, the other was holding what looked like mistletoe over his head. He was smiling, though the redness in his cheeks told him he was certainly a little bit embarrassed.

As she ran her fingers over the picture, she felt a shudder of anger wash over her, and then, that same echoing scream. She dropped the picture when she, against her own sanity, swore she saw two silvery white eyes with black irises staring back at her.

"You alright, there?" came a deep voice. She looked up and saw James standing next to her. "Siobhan?" he questioned when she didn't answer

She nodded, slightly shaken. James nodded and shrugged off her behavior. "Hey, um, James," she called out as he started to walk away. She heard him sigh in frustration and turn back toward her.

"What?" he asked, his voice harsher than it was just seconds ago. Siobhan recoiled at the almost instant change. In fact, she almost considered just letting him walk away.

"Do you know when this was taken? And who's the girl?" she asked after picking the picture back up.

James took photo and looked at it. "Looks like Christmas, but I couldn't tell you when; before my time here and all. But the girl, that's Kara's sister, Alex."

That's why she looked familiar, Siobhan thought. Shed met Alex once, briefly when the woman came looking for Kara, only to overhear that she was actually there for Winn, who left with her, for hours she remembered.

"They look good together," he commented.

Siobhan snickered at the thought and James let out a loud "humph". She looked back at him and he just glared at her. "You shouldn't pry where you don't want to know things," he practically scolded her. "You know what, I've reached my limit of Cat's assistant, at least this one, for the day, make sure she gets this would you?" he asks roughly, throwing the portfolio he was holding down onto Winn's desk and stomping off.

"What is everybody's problem today?" she asked picking up the portfolio and, out of curiosity, opening it. She dropped it immediately when she saw a picture of herself, dressed in her Silver Banshee outfit. She screamed and then looked around, making sure that not too many people had heard her. But when she did, she became even more uneased when she saw the office was now empty. No James, no other employee's, and, after checking, no Kara or Cat. "what the hell?"

Suddenly, Cat's elevator dinged again, and Siobhan looked up to see who was arriving. Her mouth dropped open, but no sound came out. Standing in the elevator was herself, or rather, the Silver Banshee. The Banshee casually walked out, and without ever taking her cold, thousand-mile gaze off her, walked up to Siobhan. Siobhan screamed in terror when the Banshee grabbed the edge of Winn's desk, and in a fit of rage, lifted and threw it across the office. Siobhan backed up, but the Banshee kept the distance close.

"Surprise," the Banshee said a flat, bone-chilling tone.

"You're not supposed to be here," Siobhan trembled.

"Oh, no, that's where you've got it wrong," the Banshee said, making a tsk, tsk sound as she shook her head. "I've always been here, Siobhan. Deep inside that head of yours."

"What do you want?"

"To yell you the truth that I've been trying to show you in here," she answered with outstretched arms.

"Which is?" Siobhan asked with a quacking lip.

"That this," the Banshee said, her arm moving up and down at Siobhan, as if she was exhibiting some kind of object, "isn't you. No the real you." The Banshee started to move, slowly circling Siobhan who stood frozen where she was. "You can try to fit in, try to act like you belong, but in the end, you fail, because you can't fight nature. And do you what you're nature is?"

Siobhan tried to speak, but nothing came out and her mouth just hung open. The Banshee continued to circle, moving to stand right next to Siobhan once she was behind her. She leaned in close, until her lips were right next to Siobhan's ear. "Your nature is…to be the most hated woman in the room. Just like you've always been."

Siobhan shook her head.

"You can try to lie to yourself if you want, but you know I'm right," The Banshee told her as she came back to stand in front of her. "All your life, people haven hated you. That's why you don't have anyone in your life – no family that wants you around, no friends that can stand you. And why would they want to. All they'd eventually do is leave anyhow."

Siobhan continued to shake her head, tears forming in her eyes. "No, I…I…"

"Of course they'd leave. After all, once they found out what a mean, petty, vengeful, vindictive BITCH you are, they stop wasting their time."

Siobhan could feel the tears falling. She looked over at Winn's desk, and sobbed at the sight of the empty, broken desk.

"He'll stop coming. Eventually he'll stop caring and move on, maybe onto a certain blonde."

Siobhan let out a cry. "No, not…not him."

The Banshee closed the distance and stood directly in front of Siobhan. She gently grabbed Siobhan by the chin and turned her head back to face her. "Then again, maybe he'll stay with his current flavor, just move on to a different taste. After all it's not like he'll have trouble attracting another pretty brunette. Hell, he won't even have to look that far will he? After all, Kara has a sister she can fix him up with, right?"

"Why are you doing…?"

"Because at the end of everything, you aren't Siobhan Smythe, not really. What you are, is what you're looking at," the Banshee whispered as she turned Siobhan around to face the window. Siobhan gasped in fear at the reflection staring back at her. There was no one but her in the window, and the face staring back at her wasn't Siobhan Smythe, it was the Silver Banshee.

"No, no, no," she sobbed, refusing to accept it. She kept repeating the word, over and over, each time her voice rising in volume until finally the last thing she heard was the wail of the Silver Banshee leaving her mouth, and the last thing she saw was the glass shattering.

Siobhan woke up screaming, not a scream that was anywhere near the volume and intensity of the banshee's scream, but one that terrified her all the same. She immediately clamped her hand over her mouth and finished screaming into her hand. When the scream ended, she sat up and looked around. She was back in her cell. There was no bright CatCo décor, no floor to ceiling windows. Just plain white walls with a few sketches a single picture the guards had let her have.

She could feel her heart pumping like a jackhammer in her chest and her breath coming in and out in loud rushed. She backed herself into corner of her bed and pulled her knees up to her chest and hugged them. She swallowed hard over and over, and told herself it was just a dream, a nightmare. Just another nightmare. But even as she tried to convince herself that everything would be okay, she could feel the small amount of hope that had been building up beginning to slip away. She looked up and over to the glass of her cell and immediately looked back down.

"I'm not her," she gasped. "I'm Siobhan Smythe. I'm not her."