The warm sand was squishy under her feet but in her defense, she'd left her sandals back with the rest of their things down the shoreline. Maggie sighed as she hugged her arms tighter around her chest trying to rub some sense of feeling back into her arms given the chilly lateness of the scene around her yet even with the stiff chill setting into her limbs her eyes stayed locked on the fiery-haired woman still out riding the waves.

The only other soul around both to watch the sunset against the water with her and to keep Maggie company as she strolled along the calm beach trying to calm her mind from the hectic adrenaline rushes she deals with day in and day out when she's not chained to her desk with paperwork.

Well them and for some reason a curious silvery looking eagle that was currently gliding as effortlessly cross the sky as her love was across the water chasing down another wave as the sun dipped lower in the horizon.

Not that Maggie really knew if her hair really was that soft red/brown color all the time. It was just that every time she'd seen the woman she was now openly gaping at her hair would always catch the last rays of sunlight while she was twisting and balancing on her board, so her damp hair always shined like a warm red streaked beacon on Maggie's horizon.

It was her. It had to be her. Maggie was sure of it. After all this time the cop had finally managed to track down the collar she'd been hunting since she was a teenager. No way was she going to let another chance like this pass her up again as she took off jogging down the beach when the woman she loved more than her own life made a move to started back to the shoreline with her silvery winged companion flying low over her on guard while the woman paddled in while Maggie raced down the sand to meet them.

"Hey, look alive,"

Maggie jerked awake with a groan spitting out a mouth full of her own hair as she straightens up in her desk chair praying she hadn't been drooling again this time as she finger-combed her hair back out of her eyes. "Can't make detective if your sleeping on the job Sawyer." Katherine scolded good-naturedly as she offered the yawning woman a strong mug of coffee as she rolled an empty chair closer to the young officer's desk. "No matter how often you stay late to work cases."

"Geeze Babe. Can't a girl hit the beach in peace once and a while?" the young officer grumbled rubbing her tired eyes with the heal of her hand as she accepted the mug tentatively. "It's the good stuff Mags. None of that watered-down day's old crap for my best girl." The newcomer smiled against the brim of her own mug when Maggie just sniffed the cups continence hesitantly before taking a drink.

"The beach again huh?" Her on again off again lover asked curiously while her eyes lingered on the surfboard-shaped 'Choicer' mark peeking out from under the collar of Maggie's shirt noticing that all too familiar eagle logo at the top of the board glaring at her like some silvery guardian against Maggie's tanned skin. An image that Katherine Mane knew for a fact hadn't been there three days before as she kept massaging her hands against Maggie's shoulders tenderly working out the stiff muscles from the times Maggie had fallen asleep at her desk for what she knew was close to the twentieth time in less than a week.

Maggie only nodded again stifling another yawn behind her fist as she reached out for her coffee again. It seemed that she hadn't noticed the mark yet. "Not a lot of beaches here in Gotham." Katherine promoted sadly but forced her voice into something a little more teasing as she kept talking. "Well, maybe you can detect one on your way to the National City precinct and finally find the love of your life getting a sunburn or something."

The comment puzzled the young cop for several long moments while the warmth of her coffee continued to wake up her still sleep-addled brain.

"Took you long enough Mags." Katherine laughed when Maggie's eyes widened in surprised shock "Saved Gordian the trip so I could see your reaction myself." She admitted pulling the badge from her jacket pocket and holding it up for the other woman's inspection.

"Congratulations Detective Sawyer."

Her head was still pounding in a hangover and the painfully bright florescent lights over her head weren't helping anything. The bars against her back cooled some of the tension in the rest of her body but she still wished she was back at the bar drinking her feelings away.

The great Alex Danvers had hit rock bottom again in her young life. It wasn't her fault she hadn't known what to do with her life since she was fourteen. She loves Kara so much. She was her sister but right now, Alex groaned under her breath running her fingers over the official badge looking mark that somehow ground her in a way her sister would never really be able to do.

The mark that no matter how wild she got it prove to the hungover woman sulking in the drunk tank again that she would one day find love, so she could stop feeling compelled into going out night after night to drink her life away again as soon as the guards let her out. Then again given the cop shaped badge that had now replaced the light between the motorcycle's handlebars in the 'Crosser' Mark covering her pulse point maybe she'd find her soulmate during her next run-in with the law.

A girl could only hope, right?

"If you really want a second chance Alexandra then straighten up and stop feeling sorry for yourself already." A voice not unlike her mothers or possible her long-dead fathers whispered in her ear. "While I am flattered that you think I could in any way be in the same category as your father you should be thinking of your own future and not on your past," the voice ordered from behind her.

The partier shook her head fighting down the groan when the move only made the pounding in her skull worse as she pivoted around to glare blurrily at the dark-skinned man sitting behind her on the other side of the bars. "I knew your father Alex, and do you really think he would approve of his genius daughter drinking her life away?" the man questioned his eyes staring unblinkingly into hers. "She can't get drunk so no." Alex slurred not caring if it turned out that she was talking to herself with all the liquor she had the night before.

"I'm not talking about Kara I am referring to you, Alexandra." The man growled "Jerimiah had such high hopes for you. A mind like yours, talents like yours and here you are pickled in liquor and wallowing in sadness just because you are not like everyone else?" he prompted.

"What talents I'm just a surfer."

"A surfer who is also a bio-engineer with an MD and a Ph.D. when she's not drinking and partying her life away. Jeremiah would be proud of you for that." The guy corrected making Alex uneasy at just how he could possibly know that even when she heard the soft almost fatherly prideful tone he'd used. Then again, she chocked it all up to the booze still in her system.

"Dad is gone so what's the point? Mom only calls when she's worried about Kara and I don't have a soul mate to stay sober for so yeah I drink and I party." Alex hissed pressing her face into the natural looking faced man still sitting on the floor across from her on the other side of the drunk tank. The guy was really pushing her buttons and even when she noticed that he was taller than her Alex still figured she could take him in a fight.

"My name is Hank and I assure you Alex you can't 'take me in a fight' even when you are sober. However, given time you might be able to after your finished with your training." He smiled chuckling humorously at the dumbstruck look on the young woman's face as he stood up to leave. "If you're willing to sober up and take a chance then you might be able to find the owner of that badge on your wrist in some other way than a drunken party girl and her arresting officer and finally become the woman your father always knew you could be," Hank commented holding out a little leather wallet looking object toward her.

Alex took the wallet looking thing tentatively flipping it open curiously. "Just one question," Alex answered her still hazy eyes looking from the silvery shield-like crest in her hands and back at the guy. "What's an eagle got to do with me getting to meet a detective?"