Please excuse all typos. Holiday spirits have made an impression. LOL love me a sweet red wine and oh forgive me my Houston ways but Beer, oh yes wine and beer. LOL. Im a sucker for it!

Please enjoy but take it easy, and please understand. Love all you awesome readers.

~Snow

Alex POV…

"I never thought you would be one of those schmoozers upstairs," Alex heard as she turned around, and then met eyes with Detective Sawyer, "Or not, looks like a fight," Maggie added as she watched Alex walk slowly barefoot and clenching her ribs closely protecting them.

"Yeah, well, I never thought I would be at one of these either, but I accepted," Alex smiled as she remembered Cat and her gracious praise and manners, then Lena ogling the dress, "It was quite fun," Alex then felt her eyes slump as a round of pain circulated about her chest and then she leaned against the wall. She felt Maggie's hands on her and wondered what if.

"What are you doing here?" Alex asked trying to create distance but failing miserably. She would not admit it, but she needed help, a lot of help.

"Oh, you know me Danvers, where there is weird I get called. You can't get weirder than a jealous Guardian fighting Supergirl and a Cop on top of the Catco building," Maggie smiled softly. Alex missed it, the small gleam in the woman's eyes as she grinned knowing more than she should, and knowing it held power. Mischievous could have been Maggie Sawyers' middle name. Alex smirked and shook her head. She held her ribs and tried to straighten up but when she breathed they seared through her chest and made her vison blur and darken.

Alex had her hand on Maggie's shoulder steadying herself, and she smiled when she looked to the officer. But as she looked at Maggie that ball of frenzied energy was not as dominant as before, that feeling didn't overtake her senses as it once had done. She was regretting the day she would run into her ex-fiancé, and now as she simply let herself be in the moment, there was no reason. Alex only sighed, relieved that her heart didn't seem as broken as it once was. A ting sounded and out of the corner of her eye she saw a flash of black. Alex knew who it was, but she was not stupid enough to think Lena was there for her.

"Hello, I'm Lena Luthor and you are?" Alex simply smiled, patted Maggie on the shoulder.

"When you find my gun and belongings please get them to me as soon as you can. It was good seeing you Maggie," Alex walked gingerly from the women fully aware of them both watching her. When she was told she would be called and walked outside she waved a small gesture then hailed a cab. Thank DEO training, common sense, and her old rough and ready college days she kept a 100$ up a stocking. When the taxi dropped her off he was adamant it was too much. She leaned.

"Look Sir, I am exhausted, shoeless, purse less, and now that I think of it Phoneless. Please take the money and remember me next time if you pick me up," Alex flashed a smile that made the cabbie weak in the knees and walked to her elevator. She walked her hall, retrieved a hidden key from behind the doorbell encasing, then unlocked her door, and then stripped her dress. She was afraid to sit down worried she would blink and find it morning. She needed a shower, but she wanted a bed more. The only thing that kept her from indulging in the realm of sleep was the promise of taking this damnable hairspray from her hair and the makeup off her face.

She stood under the spray and closed her eyes. As the hot water beat down on her body she moved testing her frame. She was pleasantly surprised to feel only scrapes and bruises. Even her ribs seemed to feel better. She placed a flat hand on her side and then inhaled as deeply as she could. A smile slid over her lips. Bruised, badly, but not broken. She slowly stepped out of the shower and wiped down the steamed mirror. Her eyes took in the damage. She was once again purple, black and blue. Her ribs stood out the worst in a swath of red deep tissue bruising and Alex shook her head. At least, for the moment she felt better than she looked. Tomorrow could only tell.

In a towel, she puttered around her apartment. She set tea to boil for a cup of lavender and chamomile tea. She went back into the bathroom and grabbed her pain meds from before she went into the tank and came back. There was a knock on her door. She frowned. She went to the bedroom, dropped the towel, and wrapped herself in a robe. As she strode to the door she opened a drawer and retrieved one of her Glock 9mm's and then looked through the peephole. She pulled away from the door and looked at it as if she could see through it and for once she wished she had Kara's X-ray vision. Her hand went to her chain and slid it unlocked and then opened the door. They looked at each other. Stood face to face. Alex could feel her heartbeat quicken, but her forehead furrow questions written all over her face.

"I did not expect to see you here," Alex said as she stepped to the side and let the visitor in through the door. Alex closed the door, locked the latch, and turned around. Her space was invaded as hands went to her robe and unfurled her sash. Alex went to object, but she was quieted. She didn't have the energy, she could barely move let alone push her away. The brunette before her slowly opened the fabric. Alex let her. She leaned back against the door and shut her eyes. She slowly lifted her hand and placed it on her shoulders holding the other woman back as if staying a moment that could teeter on the acceptance of more or less.

Alex opened her eyes and shook her head. She found brown eyes looking into her own. The woman knew her well, once played her body like it was her personal playground. Maggie stepped back. Her eyes never faltered from Alex's.

"Let me help you," whispered Maggie. Alex let her hand slide from Maggie's shoulder and then to her hands. She gently took them from the fabric on her robe, and then let them go. She took the folds of fabric, encased her body and tied off the sash closing off her flesh to her one-time lover. Alex slid from Maggie's vicinity and back to the whistling tea kettle. She pulled two mugs down. One for her relaxing tea mixture and another for Maggie's coffee. One thing about Folgers they made wonderful single serve sachets like tea bags. Alex reached forward and placed a small amount of sugar in hers, then her tea bag and then the water. She closed her eyes listening to Maggie fix her own drink.

"I believe you have helped enough if you have brought me my wallet, phone, and gun," Alex said softly with a tired smile. Maggie smiled and nodded. She reached into her jacket for the items and then placed them on the counter before them. They sat in comfortable silence.

"Why are you here? I appreciate your help but stripping me naked at the door was hardly a way to begin helping me out, Maggie," Alex joked.

"Well, it wasn't my fault you didn't have anything under your robe Danvers," Maggie defended joking back. Then Maggie looked up, "You looked fantastic tonight by the way, beaten the hell up, but great nonetheless," the detective remarked, and Alex sighed with a nod.

"That was such a great dress," she nodded to the heaped fabric in the middle of floor.

"So Lena Luthor took you. I thought she and Kara were..." Maggie indicated with her hands. Alex shook her head and took a sip from her tea.

"I have no idea what was going on with that," Alex said honestly, "What made you think she took me to the event?" Alex asked looking at Maggie. The detective chuckled then took a sip of her coffee.

"I know you very well Alex. You look at her like you used to look at me," Maggie said, and her eyes fell to her mug looking into the black liquid for something, anything to tell her what she was doing there, "She also came at us like I was playing with her favorite toy. Woman has the death glare down pat. So, Kara took you," Maggie stated as if it was simple logic. Alex smiled and shook her head.

"Cat Grant," Alex said the name and Maggie coughed as she took a sip from her drink and in the shock choked.

"Well, I never thought you for the type, Danvers," Maggie joked, but Alex could see the sting in her eyes. Alex sipped her tea.

"Oh, you know me. I'm always up for a challenge," Alex jabbed good naturedly then saw Maggie's shoulders straighten, building her defenses, "But we only went as friends," Alex supplied then watched a small smile pull at Maggie's lips.

"You have got to tell me how that works," Maggie sipped from her coffee and looked to Alex intrigued.

"Maggie, she is brilliant, but too high-octane Machiavellian, even with her own friends to be anything more than her friend. She is sly, and intense, and somehow perfect for Kara," Alex laughed then grabbed her side, but the smile never fell from her lips.

"Your circle of friends is so screwed up," Maggie laughed reaching out to steady Alex and help if she needed it. Alex only smiled and nodded. "But the Luthor, be careful with her, by the way she seemed to want to protect you… Well let's just say I approve," Maggie said as she drained her coffee mug, and then went to the sink to clean it.

"I never needed your approval Maggie," Alex said softly making Maggie look at her, "But knowing you can't complain makes me glad for your support," Alex slid off her stool and then winced. Yup, every muscle in her body began to clench, scream, or give out. Her knees were stiff, her ribs hurt like a bitch, and her shoulders were also shot to hell.

"Let me get you into bed. I see they already got you some of the good stuff," Maggie nodded to the pill bottle. Alex shook her head.

"It's from last time. I can never seem to finish the meds," Alex said as she pulled a water bottle out of the refrigerator. She turned and found Maggie reading the bottle then opened it giving Alex 2 pills, but Alex shook her head. "Only one or I won't be conscious until Monday," Alex smiled and nodded her thanks when Maggie gave her only one of the painkillers, and then walked to the bed room. She lost the robe. Maggie has seen everything before and pulled on a pair of flannel pajama pants and a tank top. Maggie just watched her. When Alex climbed into bed, she smiled as Maggie pulled her phone from her pocket and set it on her bedside table to charge.

"Thank you," Alex said. The meds already beginning to kick in.

"Your keys, gun and wallet are on the counter. Would you like me to put the spare back where it belongs?"

"Please," was all Alex said but her hand reached out, "Thank you for coming by. I am happy we can be friends after all that had happened. I love you for that," Alex said and squeezed Maggie's wrist as she felt her heavy eye lips close and then darkness.

Maggie looked down to the beaten own woman and wondered when the last time she was beat up. It seemed recent, and it seemed often. She sighed and shook her head.

"Good night Danvers," Maggie wished the unconscious woman, and then locked up the apartment. She wanted to talk to Kara. She wanted to figure it out. When did Alex stop caring about herself? When did Alex begin to rebuild her broken heart? She shook her head as she thought of the woman in her bed. The damned Luthor better not hurt her. She knew some damned good Aliens for hire.

The Lobby…

She watched as the agent walked away. The blonde looked around and found Alex's clutch with all her information in it, what she hoped was her gun, and her phone. Cat Grant walked down into her lobby and was bombarded by the press. She held her head high, and then locked eyes with a short, dark headed, Latina interviewing the Luthor. She strode forward and caught the tail end of the conversation.

"Yes, I finally remember you. You arrested me," Lena shot to the detective. Cat watched as the woman simply shrugged.

"Just doing my job," Then the woman narrowed her eyes, "I knew you were close to Kara, but how do you and Alex fit together?" the detective questioned and before Lena could blow a gasket or say something she would regret later the blonde stepped in.

"Here are Agent Danvers's possessions, Detective…" Cat left the inquiry hand as she stood up straighter after she handed over Alex's things.

"Sawyer, Detective Maggie Sawyer. Everyone knows the infamous Cat Grant," Maggie looked around seeming as if she was nonchalant about the questioning, but Cat narrowed her eyes. She created that move.

"It seems unrequited love, a high-tech suit, and a Superhero made their elements known. Just another CatCo Gala," Cat smirked.

"High tech," Maggie looked around and then leaned closer to Cat, "Weaponized?"

"It seems that it was in the earliest stages of development because Agent Danvers was able to incapacitate the assailant," Cat looked to Lena, "You must begin choosing your partners better dear," Cat turned around with that last jab at the other CEO.

"She is a pistol," Maggie smiled as she watched Lena Luthor's facial expressions.

"Yes, well you can't get as far as she has in this world without being a bit of a … pistol," Lena tilted her head, Maggie… Maggie. It can't be. "How do you and Agent Danvers fit together, if I may steal you question from earlier?" Len watched the woman take in a deep breath of air as if she were simply waiting for rain to fall, or a pizza to arrive. Then Lena noticed the vein in her neck beginning to define in her neck. She then realized the woman's breathing had slowed. The Lena smirked and then stood to the side shoulder to shoulder with the Detective. Just as she thought. Nothing.

"I was her fiancé," the detective shared as she watched someone in the distance. Lena felt her chest explode and then fill with something dark.

"Was?" Lena asked in a tone that brokered no argument.

"I answered your question. Now answer mine," Maggie turned and looked toward Lena. Lena found dark brown eyes, hardened by the topic of conversation.

"She is the sister of my best friend," Lena ground out, "That is how we fit."

"Good," Maggie said and then looked at her watch and then to the items in her hands. "I suppose I could stop by Alex's house and drop these off," then Maggie looked up to Lena and smirked, "A hands on approach as I interview Alex, perks of being a cop," Maggie stepped from Lena as she watched Cat walking to the reporters. Lena stayed in her spot, feet immobilized. Her jaw clenched, and her head pounded as her heart raced erratically. Damn that woman.

Lena stepped near the detective and was about to open her mouth, provoke a response from the Detective when Cat watched and then addresses the public.

"Miss Grant what happened tonight?"

"Our Gala for the evening was hijacked due to a brokenhearted man not getting what he desired," Cat replied but pinned Lena with a hard look.

"Was it a hate crime to the foundation you were supporting for the evening?"

"Unless you are talking about the hate the perpetrator felt for a specific person turning him down flat, then no. Our explosive close to the evening was in no way directed to our LGBTQ fundraiser. As a response to this horrible evening, and the inability to raise as much as we could due to the abrupt ending of the festivities, I will be inviting some of National Cities finest to a Masquerade Auction that will take place on the 23rd of December. Let's give back to those who need it the most," Cat smiled to the reporters, and Lena watched.

She was good, really good. She just dismissed a hate crime and advertised her next event to the press. Talk about free advertising. She answered a few more questions and then shooed the vultures from her lobby. Cat stood there, crossed her arms, and then tilted her chin toward the elevator. Lena Luthor knew when she was being beckoned when she saw it. She walked to the elevator, stood next to Cat and waited. They rode the elevator in silence, walked into the news room, in silence, and then Cat walked to the Brandy decanter and grabbed it, with two glasses then walked to the balcony. Lena waited for instruction or a cue. She simply followed the woman. She watched as the woman sat down and poured two tumblers, half fully of brandy and sat back. Lena sat across from her. She knew this. It was a war of will, of the mind. Anticipation and counter movies as you stared your opponent in the eye.

"You are an idiot," Cat said easily as she sipped from her glass. Lena raised her well-manicured eyebrow and stared at the woman as she sipped from her tumbler. She said nothing. She could take insults, she could take the ramblings of middle aged has been throwing her own emotion upheaval in her face, but what kept her planted on that chair was why. Why was Cat putting her through this game?

"Alex Danvers," Cat supplied as she seemingly read Lena's thoughts. Ah… there it was. Lena leaned forward and placed the brandy back on the table and made to stand.

"What she said," Cat spoke as Lena barely made it from the chair, "The reason why she said yet…"

"I know she doesn't want to be second place to Kara. I get that," Lena stood but instead of walking away she leaned her elbows on the rail and settled against the barrier. She was so tired, so incredibly tired.

"I'm afraid you don't," Cat said with another sip of her glass and then sighed, "Idiot children… you… have…. Alex's… Heart," Cat said slowly as if talking to a small child explaining why they were being chastised. "I saw the say your eyes flashed when I kissed her shoulder. I saw the way your pallor dropped, and you became white as a sheet. I saw the way you almost took the detective apart."

"That's the problem. You see too much, you old shark," Lena grumbled but she turned when Cat giggled behind her.

"You are right, I do, but I also had to go away to actually see what I wanted," Cat stood up with her glass, and looked out over the city, "What I needed. Tell me Little Luthor, if given the choice and you could have one or the other, it was all up to you. Which would you choose?"

"Oh, the eternal debate… Kara or Alex," Lena scoffed with a heartless grin. "It's like asking which you want more, the sun or the moon," Lena retorted.

"Since you are ever the romantic," Cat put her hands in the air in surrender as Lena shot her a look, "Maybe you are also ever the masochist," Cat then grinned evilly at her idea. She slid up to the woman, and then whispered in her ear, "Or maybe you like torturing others," Cat's lips brushed Lena's. Lena jumped to the side.

"What in the hell is your problem?" Lena demanded rubbing the tickling sensation from her ear. Cat only shook her head and reached down and poured more brandy into her tumbler.

"Well that's not it," Cat looked out over the city, then her gaze grew hard, "Take Kara, sleep with her, find out if she is all you would have ever thought she could be, and then do the same to Alex. Do all the experimenting, data gathering you scientists do to figure out what you want because you, my dear Little Luthor," Cat said as she pinched Lean's cheek and then smiled as Lena smacked her hand away, "Hold all of the cards."

"Liar," Lena grit rubbing her cheek, "You hold Kara's heart. Not me. She would crawl on Kryptonite laced glass just to wheeze in your shadow," turned away from Cat.

"And that response told me exactly what I needed to know," Cat said and grabbed the glasses and decanter leaving Lena on the terrace. Lena blinked thinking. She flew her words and wondered what Cat just found out. She walked into the office and saw Cat pick up her phone. She placed a hand on her hip, as she held the phone to her ear.

"Ah, yes, Alex, its Cat. I understand you are exhausted, but I was wondering if I could treat you to dinner. I think it would be interesting, and quite fun, dear. Heal up, I plan on having my wicked way with you my savior. Call me back with your answer. Ciao," Cat hung up the phone and placed it on the desk with a small thud as she sat down at her desk.

"What have you done?" Lena asked in a low rasp as she could not find the air to breathe. Cat loves Kara with everything but she just… "Catharine Grant I will not ask again. What have you done?" Lena asked with ice in her voice.

Cat shrugged as she fired up her computer. She had an article to write. Hell, it was a phenomenal story, and she was a first-person eyewitness to the fallout of Lena Luthor's nuclear explosive love life. She pulled up word and began typing ignoring the woman in her office. Cat reached out toward her reading glasses, but her hang was pinned to the desk over her glasses. She looked up and found Lena. Oh dear, did she ever find her Little Luthor. Cat smirked.

"I see I have pinched a nerve," Cat teased waiting for the woman to let go of her hand. She glared down the younger woman and when Lena would not release her hand Cat stood and took her other hand and lifted Lena's hand off hers.

"I have made a decision," Cat said as she placed the glasses next to the keyboard, and then gritted her teeth. "Never touch me like that again," Cat gritted through her teeth. She looked up into Lena's eyes, and knew she had to look of violence coloring her brown irises. "As I have said, experiment, but know this, the moment you do, you will lose one. If you haven't already lost one or both already," Cat said and then nodded, "There is the door to my office. I am sure you know how to find your way out of the building," Cat terminated their conversation.

"You can't play with people's lives like this Cat," Lena glared at the blonde.

"I am not the one playing with anything dear. Kara knows exactly how I feel, and Alex also has an inkling of my attraction toward her. I have hidden nothing this time Lena. I will not waste more of my life waiting for other people to figure shit out," Cat sat down and slipped her readers on and began typing as Lena approached the door she rocked Lena's world once more, "She may want to wheeze in my shadow, but she would die for you."

Lena shook her head and stormed out of the office. Cat smirked and then sighed and took her glasses off. She waited, and then as anticipated Kara walked into her office from the balcony. She walked to Cat's desk and looked down at her, her blue eyes disappointed. Cat couldn't take that look, those eyes.

"What?" she asked the super.

"You just played Lena, Cat. You are pushing her to make a very important decision," Kara sat down and shook her head, "It is a hard decision for a Luthor to make," Kara told the woman.

"Oh, and what is that, Kara?" Cat challenged as she walked around her desk and sat on the sofa next to the blonde starring at the carpet as if watching something interesting. And knowing Kara, and her super powers, she probably was.

"Trust, Cat. She has to make the decision to trust me, and Alex," Kara then pushed her glasses on her face. "She can love with the intensity of an atom bomb, but she doesn't trust people. Telling her to … take us and experiment," Kara swallowed and pouted. Cat almost masked her head.

"It would be a betrayal of her heart," Kara finished. Cat looked at the super next to her. "Besides, I wouldn't only die for Lena," Kara said as she finally looked over to Cat. Cat breathed. She let the words process before she did anything.

"Yes well, not more than a month ago you were singing her praises, dear," Cat said as she stood up and faced the Hero on her sofa. She saw Kara wince.

"I loved her," Kara said and then Cat saw the beginnings of tears in Kara's eyes. Cat felt her chest clench and her walls rise quickly.

"I believe Agent Danvers said it quiet elegantly. I will not be second best," Cat turned and walked to her computer and her fingers flew over the keys writing the facts of what happened that night. She smiled as she read what she typed. It was almost like a science fiction column in on of those strange magazines. It read like fantasy but all of it was true. She looked up and saw Kara watching her.

"You need to make a choice too Kara," Cat said as neutrally as possible, but Kara shook her head and walked to Cat.

"You know I have chosen," Kara whispered.

"No, I don't know who or what you have chosen," Cat snapped back finally letting her mask crack.

"Oh really? Then why am I here talking to you instead of trying to console a soul beaten Lena?" Kara asked placing her palms on Cat's desk leaning in making her point. Cat mirrored the woman's position, recognizing a power play when she saw it.

"Because you want me to cut the woman some slack. Be nice to the woman who could have the very reason why I came back to this city," Cat snarled out her confession. Kara blinked and stood up straight, away from Cat. Cat closed her eyes and then looked at her computer. Hit save on the file, sent it to herself to read later. She retrieved her coat, and phone. She texted her driver to be ready. She simply walked around Kara. She couldn't look at her. Then a hand jumped out and grabbed her forearm.

"You came back for me?" Kara asked early above a whisper. Cat's eyes looked forward.

"Unhand me," Cat tonelessly ordered.

"Answer me," Kara growled.

Cat didn't speak, but she shut Kara up, and took the growl from her throat. Kara's grip remained on her forearm as she spun and with the other hand flashed out behind Kara's head and then plunged. She dove into the deepest waters she had ever thought of diving into. Cat's lips smashed into Kara's and seemed to rip and claw away Kara's indecisiveness. Cat felt the woman's lips begin to tease her back, suck and nip at her own. She felt Kara's other hand pull her coat toward her and then release her forearm. She felt the super meet her, finally as an equal, in the middle. Lastly, Kara shared her dive, shared her passion, and fervor shared in the actions of either the insane, or the foolish. Cat pulled away harshly causing the sound of a smacking pop in the air. She placed her hands-on Kara's shoulders as she looked into dazed blue. Cat then inched away, and then stepped past the superhero. Cat held her head high, regulated her breathing, and made sure her legs carried her from the office. She never meant to take like that. She never meant to invade Kara's personal space like that. Part of her regretted the interaction, and another part reveled in one gargantuan fact.

She kissed her back.