II: Maggie Trouble

"Trouble? I'm trouble?" Maggie smirked all too soon.

Alex stuttered. Maggie's eyes were ready to jeer. What she said wasn't even in any context. It could've meant anything but apparently, Maggie hit the one in Alex's mind.

"Yes, you are," Alex replied quick as she felt her mouth running dry. "Sooner or later, my boss will start asking questions. I left my post at the DEO to s-scadoodle to your little problem."

"Did you mean skedaddle?" Maggie rose back to her feet and faced her.

"It doesn't matter, Sawyer," Alex shrugged getting all defensive.

Maggie reined an impending scoff. "Scadoodle is like an informal kinky term for-,"

"Okay fine,yes, I meant skedaddle. You happy now?" Alex snapped at her - folding her arms.

Maggie tilted her head and smiled. "Someone woke up at the wrong bed…"

"Did you mean wrong side of the bed?" Alex met her eyes shyly.

Maggie chuckled. "See? Now, we're even. You can trim some inches off of that pout now, Danvers."

Alex rolled her eyes and gestured to the victim. "What's with the dead body?"

"Locals found him here before sunrise. The first unit responded three hours ago. I was called in later because of some, uh, complications." Maggie knelt down and attempted to lift the victim's arms off the asphalt ground. "His body's stuck on the ground, literally. Must be some sticky alien secretion or something?"

Alex pulled the pair of latex gloves that stuck out from the rear pockets of Maggie's jeans and donned them.

"You know, Danvers, next time you wanna grab my perfect ass, you could just ask," Maggie grinned at her.

Alex, with all her might, rolled her eyes. She knelt and tried to separate the victim's skin from the ground. "Glued to the ground, huh?" Alex dropped on her stomach and tried to get a scent from the victim's glued skin. A few more sniffing and she got back up to her feet. "It's not alien matter; it's Rattlec."

"Rattlec, huh?" Maggie nodded small.

Alex expected more reaction from her - given that Maggie overestimated the case. "Yes, Rattlec, the popular illegal inhalant for the low-income. The suspect covered him in Rattlec solvent glue and left him here. Wait, weren't you in the robust operation against Rattlec smuggling back in '08? How come you missed this?"

Maggie stood - her hands on her waist. She laughed. She kept her lips tight as she was smiling and laughing.

"Sawyer." Alex furrowed her brows. "What's funny?"

Catching her breath, Maggie replied, "You looked into my NCDate profile, didn't you? When were you planning on asking me out?"

Alex felt her cheeks warming. She wasn't sure if Maggie simply enjoyed feeling as if every woman in the world wanted her or if Maggie had been getting the clue of Alex's cheesy crush on her. Her girlfriend must be so understanding of this quirky behavior of hers. Nevertheless, Alex couldn't let her guard down. "Get over yourself. I looked into your records back at the DEO. That's how I know about '08. And I don't have profiles in dating apps!"

"Danvers," Maggie began before reaching to tuck Alex's hair behind her ear. "The Rattlec Operation happened in 2013. I wasn't even a cop yet in '08. My NCDate profile, however, proudly says 'Maggie Sawyer. Tough. Brought down a few Rattlec illegals circa 2008. Also, single.' An old friend made me that account some time ago. Never got the chance to correct the details on my profile."

Tight-lipped, Alex motioned to turn and walk away from the awkward conversation.

"Danvers!" Maggie called, halting her. "It's cool. Women look me up on NCDate all the time."

Alex watched her smirk one more time. No one knew that she was on NCDate except for Kara, and well, now... Maggie. "You're not that hot, sweetie," she jeered back.

"Oh, so you think I'm hot, just not that hot?"

Alex folded her arms. "This conversation is ove-,"

"What about this dead body, Danvers?"

Alex rolled her eyes and stepped closer to the nosy detective. "Sawyer, this is clearly Rattlec, nothing extraterrestrial. You knew that already when you had your first inspection on the body. It's not rocket science. So, the real question is… Why beep me for a consult, Sawyer?"

"I guess," Maggie rubbed a hand at the back of her neck. "I guess I wanted to hang out with Agent Danvers."

Alex smiled. "You have work to do. I have work to do. If you wanted to 'hang out,' or whatever, you could've just asked me for a drink or a stroll in the park, I don't know."

"Alright, then, this would be me, asking you out!" Maggie exclaimed confidently.

"Asking me out to do what?" Confused, Alex raised a brow.

Before Maggie could respond, Alex's phone rang signaling an emergency message from the DEO. "Look, I gotta go," she said while her eyes read the message. "Good luck on this case, Sawyer."

Alex walked and stopped - remembering a thought. She turned to see Maggie's eyes still on her. "Hey, Sawyer,"

"Yeah?"

"If I were you, I'd stop flirting before my girlfriend finds out and punches me."

Maggie only smiled - apparently unfazed by what she said.

Trouble, Alex thought once more.

At seven in the evening, Alex found herself exhausted sitting at her desk at the DEO. Work had gotten the best of her and left her craving for rest. Her thoughts about Maggie, however, wouldn't let her have her much-craved rest. The hot-and-cold swings with Maggie Sawyer are the reddest of all red flags, yet Alex found herself continuously drawn to her.

Winn knocked as he peeked into Alex's lab. "I'm getting food for dinner. Want to come with?"

Alex smiled weakly over to his direction.

"Are you okay?" Winn entered and sat across her. "Where were you this morning, by the way?"

Alex shook her head. "It was nothing. Sawyer had me-,"

"Sawyer?" Winn interrupted. "Shit, how's she doing?"

She heard the anxiety in his tone. "What do you mean shit-how-is-she-doing?"

Winn ran his hands through his hair. "You don't remember, do you? Shit."

"Remember what, Winn?" Alex sat straight.

Winn scooted closer to her. "What do you remember from last night?"

"Uh, freeing Roulette?"

"Yes, then?"

"Sawyer's girlfriend conveniently showed up."

"Go on."

"You found me moping here. Offered to let some steam off at the bar nearby."

"That's right. Then?"

"We got wasted dancing on the dance floor. Then, uh," Alex squinted her eyes shut trying to piece out the puzzle. "We parted ways. I got home. Got my Ben & Jerry's and streamed Netflix."

Winn nodded. "Then?"

Alex looked at him sternly. "I… fell asleep?"

Winn's eyes widened. "SHIT, ALEX."

"Winn, just lay it all out here. I was honestly too drunk to remember everything."

Winn stood and fidgeted her fingers nervously. "Dinner. I'm hungry. Let's go to-,"

"Winslow Schott Junior!" Alex mocked as he tried to steer the conversation away from the story.

He sighed. "Only my mom calls me that, Agent Danvers." He sat and ran a hand through his locks. "I'll help you remember but promise me that we'll never mess with Maggie Sawyer ever again."

Mess with Maggie Sawyer? Again? Alex's mind sprang into a thousand thoughts. What happened with her, Maggie, and Winn last night?