Maggie sees the moment that the fury lights in Alex's eyes. Knows that nothing else in the world exists right now. Nothing else matters, nothing but saving Kara. Kara who still hasn't moved. Laying in a sea of glass and blood. An ever growing pool of red seeping out in all directions. And Maggie vaguely wonders how much blood Kryptonian's have.

Because it already seems like too much.

She hears her same thoughts voiced over the coms by some of the other officers on scene.

"Shit, is she okay?"

"That's a lot of blood."

"I've never seen her bleed before."

Maggie can agree with that. She has always been there to see the aftermath of Kara's injuries. With her under the sunlamps, joking and asking for potstickers. Insisting that she is fine when Alex fusses over her.

Saying that she needs to stay under the sunlamps.

But Maggie has never personally seen this. The Girl of Steel, Sunny Danvers, the girl that pulls smiles from a never ending pool of optimism—laying prone and unmoving.

Maggie's knows this is a sight she won't soon forget. And now she understands even more. Understands Alex's fierce need to protect Kara. Because if anyone deserves to be protected. It's the little girl from krypton, who has lost everything, but yet still loves and believes so deeply.

"Sawyer, get over there and triage. FBI says they have medics on the way. We will deal with the asshole."

Maggie knows that Davidson is only telling her this because he knows her connection with Alex.

With supergirl.

With the "FBI."

But his reasons don't matter.

Maggie's looks briefly to where the fight is still ongoing. As cops and DEO agents alike open fire. And somewhere in the fray is Alex; her fiancé and Supergirl's sister.

Maggie wants to help. But she knows that if Alex can't be by Kara's side she would want Maggie to be there.

So she sprints for the superhero, still laying unmoving. If Maggie didn't know better she would think that Kara was dead.

At least, she hopes she knew better.

Ignoring the glass that crunches under her boots and the slippery feeling of blood on the marble floor Maggie's kneels by Kara. She is laying on her back, her head to the side and a trickle of blood escaping her mouth.

And God.

Oh, God.

Maggie's doesn't even know where to start. There is blood everywhere. Tears in the fabric of her super suit that resemble claw marks allowing the shards of glass entrance into the otherwise flawless skin of the Girl of Steel. The worst one Maggie decides is the shard of glass sticking from under her left rib cage. Two inches wide and God only knows how deep it goes, deep red crimson spilling out from around it.

Maggie is at a loss of what to do. She knows to put pressure. But how can she being to cover all of the wounds? And how can she put pressure on a wound when the foreign object is still embedded in it?

Shaking hands grab at Kara's face. Brush the hair out of her face and search for any signs of life.

"Kara? Hey little Danvers you with me?"

No response.

Patting her cheek Maggie's tries again.

"Alex is gunna kill you if you don't wake up Kara," Maggie whispers. Although, the salt building in her vision, and the lump in her throat betray the fact that she isn't expecting Kara to answer.

Slowly and deliberately Maggie moves one hand away from her hairline, and after brief hesitation, reaches for the pulse point on Kara's neck.

With baited breath Maggie waits, and prays to a God she hasn't thought about in years.

The pulse is there.

Faint. Thready. Slow.

But there.

"Mags?" A hand on her shoulder.

And in all the chaos Maggie hadn't even noticed Alex walk up behind her.

Maggie turns to her fiancé. Takes note of how she is cradling one arm around her ribs. Of how she has a nasty cut along her hairline that seeps blood down in her face. But otherwise looks unharmed. Superficial wounds Maggie surmises.

Unlike Kara.

"We need to get her to the DEO now."

It's a wonder Maggie can even say it without choking on the lump in her throat.

—

Numb.

That's how Lena feels as she watches the news reports. The helicopter footage of the fight and aftermath is grainy and shaky. But the outcome is clear; the superhero laying in an ever growing pool of blood.

There is too much.

Too much red.

Too much time passing.

But Lena watches, unable to tear her eyes away from the screen.

Lena is torn, because she hates that the media is out and about already. Capitalizing on the tragedy as usual. Circling the scene like vultures. But she is also thankful that she knows what's going on.

If it bleeds it leads.

A horrible saying, but a true one. The media capitalizes on pain and suffering. Especially when the Girl of Steel is involved. She has been the savior of the city so many times, people feel a sort of connection to her. And Lena supposes she can't fault people for caring.

But it isn't Supergirl that Lena is worried about.

No.

Regardless if the blonde knows it, there have been too many coincidences to ignore that Kara and the Girl of Steel are one in the same.

Lena is no twelfth level intellect but she is no idiot either. Plus, the glasses and a pony tail didn't do much to alter her appearance.

She still had the same striking blue eyes. The eyes that regardless of the hurt they've experienced, still hold so much kindness and understanding.

Still had the same scar above her eyebrow. And the adorable crinkle that would appear when the blonde worried.

Lena has wanted to confront Kara about her secret for a while now. When she first put the pieces together Lena was livid. Her best friend, the person she trusted most in this world, had been living a a double life. Keeping a huge part of her life secret.

Looking back, Lena was glad she hadn't followed her initial instinct. To go straight to Kara's apartment and demand an answer to why she didn't trust her. Even after all they had been through.

But after a couple hours and a scotch induce nap Lena sees it from a different point of view. A secret identity Is secret for a reason. The more people that know, the more people are at risk.

It has to be hard too, Lena had reasoned. Not ever getting to be "normal." Having all those powers whether you want them or not. Lena knows that one of the many reasons she cherish's Kara so much is because she doesn't treat her differently because of who she is. Lena owns and operates a billion dollar company. But Kara unlike so many others isn't in it for Lena's fame, or for her money. She truly cares about her. Of that she has no doubt.

So Lena doesn't say anything to Kara. Or Alex. Or James. Or any of the other people that she is sure knows about Kara's other job.

But now it's different.

Now Kara is bleeding profusely on live television.

Unmoving.

Lena sees a figure running towards her. But can't make out much else, she just hopes that they can do something. Anything, to help her.

She watches with bated breath and the news feed switches over to the alien. Who seems to finally have been brought down by an army of police and other agents.

As Lena watches as another figure runs towards the prone form of the Girl of Steel. She can pretty safely surmise that those figures are Alex and Maggie.

And that's when Lena decides she is done playing dumb.

"Eve, call for my car please. It's urgent."