The digital clock on her watch told Alex that it was way too late to lie awake. She was on her back, lying in her own bed, with her girlfriend curled close, her leg propped up against hers, and staring at the ceiling.

Maggie was sleeping, and Alex was glad. But sleep seemed to have escaped her completely. She couldn't stop the train of thoughts that had been racing through her mind ever since their movie night was transported to the bed, and Maggie had fallen into a soothing slumber.

Her painkillers were staring to wear off, and the ache in her ribs returned. Alex sighed, and carefully tried to untangle herself from Maggie, who was clinging to every inch of Alex she could grab. After a few unsuccessful attempts, she finally managed to scoot away from the detective, and support the sore ribs with her hand as she got up.

Her plan failed, however, when she heard Maggie sigh behind her. "Mmhm… Alex…?"

Alex turned around, and winced at the sight of her girlfriend's eyes opening and staring at her wearily. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."

"'S alright." Maggie smiled, but it morphed into a frown when she saw the way Alex was holding her ribs. "You okay? Your ribs?"

"Just sore. Meds are wearing off. I'm going to go take some more."

"M'kay." Maggie closed her eyes again, trying to go back to sleep. Alex stayed at the foot of the bed for a few seconds, just watching her. Maggie looked absolutely perfect, even without make-up and half asleep.

But Alex' heart was heavy. She knew she had to tell Maggie about what Hamilton discovered, because lying to her not only felt wrong, but could also potentially be more dangerous. At least if Maggie was aware of what was happening, she'd be more alert and aware of her surroundings.

She walked over to her counter and grabbed the bottle of painkillers she'd taken from work. Seeing the sheet Maggie and her had made for Maggie's blood sugar rates made her fret even more.

Lying down on the couch with the two of them almost made Alex forget that this was probably only the beginning of the whole situation. She needed to find whoever was behind this, though she had a big hunch where the plan originated from.

CADMUS.

Alex and Maggie were often spotted together with Supergirl, so it would make sense that those assholes would finally shift their focus onto Maggie. To lower her rates to the point where she'd pass out, not be able to do her job.

Or maybe Alex was the target after all, and they were trying to break her by breaking Maggie. As far as she was concerned, their plan was working. Alex couldn't think about anything but the detective currently sleeping in her bed.

Maggie would at least be benched for another 24 hours, even though she protested it. Alex was worried, but also realized that Maggie was used to this situation, so if it were up to her, the detective could go back to work. However, she knew that doctor's orders were undeniable. And Hamilton had given her strict orders to stay home another day.

Tomorrow, Alex decided, she'd go to Maggie's precinct and talk to her boss. Of course she had to be careful, since anybody at her work could be the mole. Her next stop would be the DEO. Since Maggie was spending some more time there lately, it was entirely possible. It would also explain why CADMUS was always one step ahead of them whenever they tried a raid. Lastly, she'd have to look into Maggie's friends and private life; the tricky part.

She knew that Maggie didn't have a lot of friends, that she was kind of a loner. But somebody at the bar could have easily done something if she wasn't looking.

Realizing that the number of suspects was incredibly high, she decided she needed help. Somebody who was good at getting information from people. A reporter. She sent a text to Kara that she needed to meet her for lunch tomorrow, and headed back to bed.

The next day, Alex got up early. She untangled herself from Maggie again – she'd never dared to guess that the detective was a total clinger in bed – and grabbed a glass of juice from her fridge.

Logging in to the DEO server, she glanced at her inbox and saw a report from one of the other agents about yesterday's raid. She flagged it for later reading, but before she could continue, she heard a creaking in the hardwood floor. She looked up to see Maggie walking towards her and taking a seat at the counter next to her.

"Morning." Maggie smiled, as she gave Alex a quick kiss on the lips. "Sleep well?"

"Yeah." Alex smiled back quickly. "You?"

Maggie nodded. She leaned over to grab the lancet, and – quick as a flash – drew a drop of blood to put in the sampler. "Work today?"

"Clean-up and paperwork, mostly." Alex said off-handedly, transfixed by the way Maggie seemed so experienced in the whole thing. Maggie noticed Alex' staring, and smirked. "Something wrong?"

"No, just… Getting used to it."

The two of them waited for the device to give a beep, and when it did, Maggie looked at the display and hummed vaguely. She reached into the bag to grab a syringe, carefully filled it with insulin, and winced as she jammed the needle into her stomach.

"So, uh…" Alex cleared her throat. "What are you going to do today?"

"Well, since everybody seems to be on my ass about not going to work, I assume I'm going to watch some bad cop shows, go for a jog and read through some alien intel Winn gave me yesterday." Maggie tucked away her equipment.

"And-" Alex started, but Maggie rolled her eyes. "…-And I'll call you when something's wrong, yeah. I know the drill, Danvers."

Alex smirked, gave Maggie a quick peck and walked to her closet to change.

After driving Maggie back to her place and making sure she was settled in, the agent set a course for the detective's precinct. She remembered that Maggie always talked about her boss with a lot of respect, obviously the man must mean a great deal to her.

She walked to the receptionist and smiled warmly at her. "Hello, ma'am. I'm a friend of Maggie Sawyer's, and I need to speak to her boss."

"Sawyer." The receptionist looked at her. "From the Sci-division? Third floor, second door to the right."

After thanking the woman, Alex walked up the stairs to the third floor, and knocked on the door to the office.

"Come in." A scruffy voice said. Alex opened the door, and smiled politely at the man in front of her. He seemed to be in his fifties, and Alex was sure she'd seen him at the DEO at least once. He narrowed his eyes at her as soon as she walked in, so the recognition must be mutual.

"Hello, sir. Sorry for disturbing you. I'm Alex Danvers."

"Aha." The man nodded, shaking her hand. "Danvers. You're DEO."

Alex smiled. She felt more at ease knowing that she didn't have to pretend she was FBI in front of the man. He managed a lopsided smirk. "Rick Cooper."

"Mister Cooper, I'm here to talk about Maggie Sawyer."

Cooper looked at her, expecting her to elaborate.

Alex sighed. "Did you know she has diabetes?"

"Of course I do, she's an officer in my division." Cooper said. "She doesn't make it other people's problem, though. And it hasn't interfered with her work."

"Well, I'm her girlfriend, and I only got to know yesterday."

Cooper shrugged. "That's Sawyer for you. That woman's got a lot of skeletons in her closet. But she's one hell of a cop, so I'd like to keep her around."

Alex took a seat so she'd be at eye-level with the man. "We discovered that somebody tampered with her monitoring equipment, possibly to kill her."

Cooper leaned back, apparently shocked by the news. "Damn…"

"Maybe it's somebody at work here, that has access to her equipment. Do you have a list of those?"

"Well, I don't think it could be anybody outside of the science division, and there's only five agents, so that narrows it down."

Alex nodded. "Could I come by later today to get that list?"

"Yeah, of course." Cooper nodded. "Happy to help. But agent Danvers, the science division is tight-knit. I honestly have faith and trust in every one of my officers, so I highly doubt anybody in my division would attempt to kill Sawyer."

"it could be something else. They could be getting blackmailed. I… I don't know how deep it goes."

Cooper seemed to think about the statement, before sighing. "I'll keep an eye on her as soon as she comes back to work."

Alex handed the man her business card with her phone number. "Call me, please, if you get anything. And I'd appreciate it if this could stay between the two of us. My colleagues don't know about it either, I can't rule anybody out."

"Understood. Always happy to work with the Feds." Cooper grunted, but Alex could see that there was no fire in his eyes about it.

"Thank you, mister Cooper." Alex nodded gratefully.

The man nodded. "No problem. Just want to see her safe. She's a damn fine cop."

Alex smiled weakly, and left, pulling her phone to her ear. "Hey, Kara? Lunch, yeah, Noonans. I'll be right there."