"Think we got their attention?" Sentinel chuckled flashing a coy grin over the top of the computer she was still attempting to copy the content of onto the handy flash drive she'd managed to smuggle in as the not-so-silent alarm started ringing shrilly as the room was bathed in deep warning red.

"It's a defined possibility." Maggie agreed from her position of watching the door with her gun drawn just in case as she double-checks the hallway before chancing a glance back towards her distractingly attractive date for the evening. "But in case not let just hurry this up a little, shall we?"

"Nervous Detective?" the masked hero questioned once again meeting Maggie's eyes this time with a much less playful gleam in her eyes as she waited for the last few files to copy over.

"No." Maggie snapped back struggling harder than she had been the last few minutes considering from this newer angel she could now see even more teasing skin down the front leaning hero's dress. And she'll deny heavily should her amused companion mention the flash of a pout when Sentinel straightens up after replacing the now full drive in its hiding place in the hollowed heel of her shoes.

"Shall we make a mad dash for freedom now?"

Maggie rolled her eyes at the attempted humor of the question but was grateful for the still deep red of the too noisy room considering she was positive she was blushing pink when those warmed fingers interlaced with her own as the giggling hero took hold of her hand with a suggestive "This way."

"In here." Maggie hissed after they'd put a few hallways and a stairwell or three between them and the lab they'd just broken into as the cop hastily tugged the hand she was holding to follow as she ducked into what turned out to be a supply closet as she shoulders open the door.

"Maggie…"

"Do you want to get caught?" Maggie growls back in warning. In truth, she understands the hesitancy in the hero's voice as the glare once another down. They needed far more distance between them and the lab they'd just more or less vandalized to keep cover of two innocent party guests, but she couldn't risk it. "Listen?" she insists her voice just audible over the yet-to-be-turned-off alarm.

"You three check down there, you two with me". The voice was muffled but it was also far to close for either woman's liking especially when they both pick up that unmistakable click of a gun hammer readying a weapon for firing at any given second as whoever holding it drew ever closer still barking orders as he did so. "No one gets out, everyone gets checked before they leave. No exceptions. And for the love of all that holy someone shut up that damned alarm."

At that Sentinel curses low and husky against Maggie's ear in a way that had they been anywhere else would have Maggie pulling her in for a hungry kiss ladened with all the pent-up hunger the cop had for the mystery hero. Alright so maybe not all her womanly libido was towards the hero herself but another woman.

This one was far more desirable but just as unattainable as the vigilante Maggie was currently trapped with.

The teasing grind of hips against the hard flex of her thigh draws Maggie back from those kinds of thoughts to the real start of her not-so-innocent nighttime fantasies. "Fuck sorry." The cop whispered in honest regret considering Maggie's leg had ended up wedged between the hero's own parted legs to balance the shorter woman against the taller frame as the two had listened to the closing in sounds of their possible murderers should they be discovered.

Maybe it was the whispered curse that made the taller woman snap or possibly the second unintentional flex of the leg Maggie still held between the other woman's still moving hips in a quiet hunt for more friction against the growing wet spot Maggie could feel rubbing teasingly against the bare skin of her thigh.

"Kiss me."

Maggie's next breath left in a half groan at the underlaying command of those two simple words as her eyes find the half-hooded gaze of the still masquerade mask wearing hero.

"Please, Sawyer. Kiss me."

Logically Maggie could see the advantages of this oh-so-appealing yet incredibly dangerous game the two had found themselves in. Given the situation, they needed a glaringly believable cover as to why they'd be caught sneaking around a supposed to be off-limits part of the building and caught hiding out in a supply closet of all things on top of that.

"This isn't how I wanted this to go. Not like this." The confession whispered along the shell of Maggie's ear as the soft grounding breath of hunting fingers skim along the edge of the tight black dress the cop was wearing the move earning a low needy whimper from Maggie as she shuddered against the tightening coil of heat pooling low in her belly as thing continue to heat up between the two reminding the tightly wound mother just how long she'd gone without someone other than her daughter or Clyde sharing her bed.

The fit of her dress ended up being too tight to be moved too much without ripping it but somehow, they made it work. To be honest she was surprised the evidence of just how much she was enjoying the vigilante's low whispered antics was dripping down her legs instead of ruining her underwear with the heat of her 'enthusiasm'.

"Nothing we can do about it now." She reminds mirroring the hidden note of long denied hunger as her short nails dig just a little harder into the strong back, she was clinging to at the unintentional buck of her hips against those searching fingers teasing her passed the separating layers of her underwear.

"So beautiful," that warm voice purred against Maggie's ear with only a mind twinge of guilt did the groaning cop stop trying to balance an equal give and take of their position and instead focused only on chasing her own much-needed release as her hands close tightly around the wrist she was now holding trapped between her bucking hips.

"I'm not going anywhere, Maggie." Her fantasy made real for the moment whispers against the dip of her throat as those full lips peppered her flushed skin with soft kisses as those strong fingers moving inside of her changed to a newer angle without slowing the gratefully building pressure against Maggie's soaked center.

"No need to keep me hostage, Mags. I'm already yours." The voice in her head promised as the other's free hand moves to toy with Maggie's hair as Maggie herself continues greedily empaling herself over and over against her deadly fingers.

"Please."

"Are you going to cum for me, my Maggie?"

She curses pulling hard on the scalp in her free hand as her head dips biting hard on the offered throat under her hunting lips. Chapped as they were as she bit down hard enough to bruise along that equally flushed skin of her fantasy made real's throat.

"Alex….." Maggie moaned the name a soft prayer on her lips just it had all the other times she'd indulged in these more intimate fantasies since her first meeting with that intriguing temptress that was Alex Danvers. "Alex, please…. God Alex." She begs in a rough moan at the same time her hips give one last hard thrust against the palm still stroking her so tenderly through her aftershocks.

It would only be the startled gasp that brings the longed-for afterglow of release to a screeching halt

Or that might have been the yanked opening of the closet door and the flurry of guns now pointed directly at the entangled pair.

Sentinel's arms were the only thing keeping the still trembling Maggie from melting completely to the floor with the rush of her release.

"This room is off-limits. Miss."

"Only unlocked door." Sentinel argues her anger is palpable as her grip on Maggie's hair tightens hard enough to pull uncomfortably. the unspoken command clear. Keep your head down until we're out of danger. at least that's want Maggie was going to take it as, as she nuzzled that much closer against the warm strength Sentinel was giving off in spades.

"This room is off-limits," The man says again far more firmly than before.

"We were just leaving." Sentinel promises her grip the picture of calm as she sweeps Maggie into a more bridal style carry "Mind handing her our shoes, please?" the hero says almost as an afterthought as Maggie hides her much more recognizable face in the dip of the no longer masked woman's neck.

Shameful guilt adding to her caught in the act slumping against her date's front as she cradles the handed-over shoes like the treasure they are as the two were escorted out to the parking lot.