Author's Note: So the usual way the chapters have worked up to now has been Siobhan receiving visitors while at jail, whether physical or in her head. Well, due to the events of the previous chapter, I need to deviate from that for a bit, this chapter and the next, and maybe one more. I hope you like what you read though, so please enjoy…

The door to Warden Eric Reese's office flew open. He's could hear his secretary shouting for someone to not walk in.

"Why the hell wasn't I called immediately after it happened?" Doctor West demanded to know as he barged into the warden's office, standing before the large wooden desk.

"Because we were busy making sure we had her properly restrained before she woke back up," Warden Reese fired back, not looking up from the paperwork he was attending to.

"She's my patient, I should have been called."

Warden Reese finally picked his head up. He nodded to his secretary, who was still standing at the doorway that everything was alright. He removed his reading glasses and laid them in front of himself on his desk. "She's your patient one day a week, for two hours. The other six days and twenty-two hours, she's my inmate. And while I do keep her well-being in mind, the safety of my prison and everyone in it, is paramount. I cannot allow her to threaten the safety of this…"

"Your prison was never in danger," Doctor West cut in.

"I have a damaged containment cell that says otherwise, Doctor," Warden Reese replied. "Not to mention that that freak broke free of her shock collar."

Doctor West finally allowed a small bit of shock to register on his face. "Yeah," the warden continued with a small nod. "The electricity didn't even slow her down. And she completely ripped the collar off with her bare hands before nearly smashing a hole in the containment cell, all in an effort to get at her father."

"Her father?" Doctor West asked in genuine fear. "You let her father near her?"

The warden nodded. Doctor West immediately gripped the bridge of his nose and began shaking his head.

"Is that a problem?"

"Do you even read the notes I submit to you?"

"I file them like I'm supposed to."

"Oh God," the doctor groaned at that news. I don't know if this guy is a mindless bureaucrat, or just an idiot, he thought. "Siobhan's powers are connected to her anger. And her father might as well be a giant red button for her."

"If his presence is that much of an issue for her, then you should have placed his name on her no visitor's list," Warden Reese pointed out.

"I did, but apparently one of your guards decided to violate that."

You have no proof that that is what…"

"Don't give me that bullshit," Doctor West shouted at the warden. "They oversee any visitors coming in and out of here, so they know who is and is not allowed to see an inmate. But apparently they don't always follow protocol, after all, if they did, they wouldn't be letting in Supergirl to see her in the middle of the night."

The Warden smiled at that statement. So the freak let him know that Supergirl was here, he thought. "It's Supergirl," he told Doctor West, as if those two words alone were enough to explain away the occurrence. "If she wants to see an inmate, I don't see the problem."

And truthfully, he really didn't. As of late, more than a few of the more normal inmates were here because of her. So if she wanted to check up on her handiwork, that was her prerogative. He also figured what harm could happen. If Siobhan was going to act out, Supergirl was fully capable of subduing her for him.

"The problem is, your guards are acting like there aren't any consequences to what they do to Siobhan," Doctor West said.

"Her actions have consequences, Doctor, and here they are," Warden Reese barked as he stood up and leaned on his desk. "Her yard time? Gone. Her visitations? No longer an hour, hell, not even a half hour. Until further notice, her visitation privileges are gone."

Doctor West looked at the warden with an almost dumbstruck expression, though his eyes remained steeled in an effort to not show weakness.

"And your sessions – until I say otherwise, there will be two armed guards in the room at all times with orders to use any force necessary to subdue her should her voice raise in the slightest, or it even looks like she's gonna use that strength of hers."

"You can't just –" Doctor West started to say before being cut off with a raised finger.

"I'm not done," Warden Reese said. "While we do a threat assessment on her cell to make sure its capable of holding her properly, she's being moved into solitary; and before you ask, yes, until she's in solitary, she will be shackled to her current bed and possibly kept that way once there."

"That's inhumane," Doctor West argued.

"She's not exactly human though, is she Doctor?" the Warden said coldly as he sat back down in his chair.

Doctor West leaned down onto the Warden's desk, and stared at him, not even trying to disguise his displeasure at the situation. "I'm going to report you to Corrections Department for this. Metahuman or not, she is still a human being, and is entitled to basic human rights, which don't include being strapped to a bed for twenty-three hours a day. This isn't going to be the last time you see me," he warned as he stood back up and stormed out of the office.

Doctor West entered the CatCo offices and looked around, taking in the sight of everything. It was more or less how Siobhan described it to him, he reasoned; people staring down at their stations, trying not to look unproductive. But he couldn't help but notice that the feeling she said would be here – the nervous fear – was in fact absent. He wandered past the reception area and into the bullpen. A few of the desks were empty, but he reasoned that since it was around lunch time, that wasn't too unexpected.

"Can I help you?" he heard a soft female voice ask.

He turned and saw pretty young blonde staring up at him from her desk.

"Maybe, Miss…Teschmacher," he said reading the nameplate on her desk. "I'm Doctor Matthew West, and I'm looking for an employee here named Winslow Schott. Do you know if he's here or out to lunch?"

"Winn? Um…he no longer works here," she answered him.

Damn it, that would be my luck, he thought. "Is there someone here who might know how to reach him?"

"I would," he heard from behind Miss Teschmacher. He looked up and saw a tall African-American man coming out of the office. He extended his hand, which Doctor West took. "Hi, James Olson, CatCo CEO," he introduced himself. He motioned for Doctor West to join him in his office and instructed Miss Teschmacher to hold his calls. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name out there," James said as he led Doctor West into his office.

"Doctor Matthew West."

"If you don't mind my asking, why do you need to speak with Winn?"

"Well, without going into too much detail for the sake of privacy, as part of my practice, I counsel people inside of the state's prison system, and one of my patients is visited quite often by Mr. Schott," Doctor West explained.

Please tell me it isn't who I think it is, James thought. Well, he mused, there's only one real way to find out.

"I didn't know he had started visiting his father," James prodded, hoping he was right.

Doctor West smiled awkwardly. I hate it when people aren't up front about what they're doing, he thought.

"It isn't his father. It's actually someone who used to work here as well. A Miss –"

"Siobhan Smythe," James finished for him.

"Yes, Ms. Smythe. There's been a…situation involving her, and I feel he should know."

"Is she alright? Hurt?" James asked, surprised at his actual concern.

"Physically, she's fine," Doctor West answered, "but I really do need to speak to Mr. Schott. It involves other aspects of her treatment, of which he's inadvertently become a large part of."

James was shocked to find out that Winn was even seeing Siobhan. He knew that they'd been hooking while she worked here, but he assumed that when she was locked up, all contact had stopped. Winn needs to stay away from this, James thought. And he almost considered telling the doctor that he wouldn't contact Winn, but Winn was one of his best friends. He knew that Winn would become angry at the thought of not being allowed to help Siobhan, especially since he'd obviously been making the time to see her.

"Winn no longer works here, but I can get him for you. But I want you to know, I'm very reluctant to do this, for his safety."

"I completely understand that," Doctor West said, breathing a sigh of relief. "And please believe me, I wouldn't be here asking for this if I didn't think it was the only way to help Siobhan."

"So Siobhan's in solitary confinement right now?" Winn asked as he, Kara, and Doctor West sat down at a conference room at CatCo. Doctor West nodded. "That's why I couldn't get in yesterday."

"You went by again?" Kara asked.

"I go every Sunday. Except yesterday," Winn told her. "The guards said something about a lockdown procedure in the metahuman wing due to a security problem."

"She was the security problem," Doctor West cleared up.

"She tried to escape, didn't she?" Kara asked, trying not to sound like this was obvious and expected news, but failing.

"Honestly, I don't know," Doctor West answered her. "I haven't been allowed to see her to find out, but I don't believe she was. I think she was…," he paused, realizing he was moving dangerously close to territory that someone in his profession needed to be mindful of.

"Doctor?" Winn pressed.

Doctor West stayed quiet, thinking, doing his best to figure out what he could say without violating privilege. Finally, after a few seconds, he looked side at Winn. "Mr. Schott, has Siobhan ever mentioned her father to you?"

Winn nodded. "Yeah. She tries to make it sound like it's at least…a normal relationship, but just listening to her, you can tell, there's some definite –"

"Anger," Doctor West finished.

Winn reluctantly nodded.

Is there anything that she isn't angry about, Kara thought.

"Because of her feelings over her father I had him placed on a 'No Visitations' list, yet somehow, he was allowed in to see her."

"T-they let him in?" Winn asked, a small touch of fear in his voice.

"How big a problem is that?" Kara asked, not understanding the gravity of the situation.

"Siobhan's father is not a good person," Winn answered her. "She says he's not afraid to use emotions to get what he wants from her. If she failed or didn't succeed how he wanted, he withheld affection, he rewarded her bad behavior, or worst of all, made her think she wasn't worth being cared about."

"Oh my…," Kara trailed off, realizing how bad Siobhan had it.

"Siobhan has suffered a severe lack of sleep due to an earlier visit in the week, and well, the stress from that combined with having to deal with a confrontation with her father, and I think she's in a bad place right now, emotionally and psychologically," Doctor West explained to them.

"Earlier visit?" Winn asked in surprise. "Who else saw her?"

"Supergirl."

"How could you go and see her?" Winn shouted from inside his bedroom out into the living room where Kara was waiting for him to finish changing. He'd decided to go down to Van Kull to help Doctor West get in to see Siobhan. At first Doctor West was unsure of how exactly Winn was going to pull that off, but Kara and he just assured him that it was completely possible.

As they were getting ready to leave however, Kara realized that in his current attire; a green and white checkered button down with matching tie, a dark colored button up sweater, and khaki's; that he didn't exactly exude the right vibe for federal agent. But even though he admitted that she was right, he was adamant that he wanted to get down to the prison rather than change. Kara had to practically threaten to carry him home herself for him to finally relent. So while they went back to his place to change, they told Doctor West to go on ahead and that they would meet him at the prison.

"I mean I told you that she wouldn't be happy to see you," he added as she paced the living room.

"I know, and I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but…"

"But nothing," Winn cut her off as he made his way out of the bedroom. Gone were his earlier clothes, replaced now with a pair black suit pants, white button shirt, of which he was buttoning the cuffs while currently leaving the top button undone, and a black tie that was under the collar and hanging over his shoulders. "I said you seeing her would be a bad thing. So why would you go down there anyway?"

"Because I was worried," Kara told him bluntly. "You said you had gone to see her, and all I saw was you injured. I just wanted to make sure that you weren't being used, or manipulated, or beaten."

"Kara, if she had tried something the guards would've been all over her?" he said in Siobhan's defense.

"Yes, like they apparently are right now," she argued.

Winn groaned in frustration as he buttoned the last button and began to knot the tie. Once the tie was knotted, he took a deep breath and collected his thoughts. "I'm not saying that she didn't do anything, but when they won't let her doctor see her, that sounds kind of extreme to me."

"With her powers, she's an extreme case. It's probably for everyone's benefit what they're –"

"You really don't want to give her the benefit of the doubt do you?" Winn interrupted her.

"Winn," she said emphatically, placing her hands on his shoulders, "she tried to kill me, as Kara. The she tried to kill me as Supergirl. She kidnapped Ms. Grant to use as bait, and probably kill. She terrorized all those people at the park. She even used her power on you remember?"

"I do, believe me, it's not something I'm going to forget anytime soon," he told her as he remembered the pain of that scream. His ears were ringing for a few hours after she did that to him. "But I've seen a change since she's been in there." Kara rolled her eyes. "I'm not saying she's reformed, but she's trying. That's why if she's in there and they're not being fair with her, I want to know. I mean bad girl or not, isn't she at least entitled to be treated fairly?"

Damn it, Kara thought, why does he have to so level-headed about this? As much as she wanted to hold a small – maybe a slightly large – grudge, she knew he was right. Evil murderous baddie that she was, she was still human, and there were still limits to what could be done to her. She took a deep breath and fixed his tie, making sure it was straight. Can't have him impersonating the FBI with a crooked tie, she thought. "Fine, I suppose you're right," she said, her tone letting Winn know that she was joking.

Once she was sure his tie was straight, she went over to his kitchen table and grabbed his black suit jacket and DEO credentials. He put on the coat, fixing it so it was comfortable. "Well?"

"Now you look like FBI," she told him, handing him his credentials. "Do you know how to make that thing say FBI instead of DEO?"

Winn gave her an irritated look, and proceeded to open the badge wallet and press the spot needed to make the letters switch from DEO to FBI. "Are you really asking if I know how to use a piece of tech?" he smiled

"What was I thinking? Well, come on Agent Schott, let's go see if there really is a problem."