A/N: Hope you are enjoying the story. :)

Chapter 13

"Kiera why do you still look like death warmed over?" Cat Grant asked the next morning after calling her protégé into her office.

"I was working on a follow up to my article," Kara said.

"Good for you. I highly doubt Snapper was up late working on his. Of course Lena Luthor wouldn't give him the time of day," Cat chuckled a little to herself. She and Snapper didn't see eye to eye most of the time and they didn't especially like each other but they didn't need to like each other to respect each other.

"This is true," Kara smiled.

"All right well let me take a look at your article. Talk to James about getting some photos to add," Cat instructed.

"Yes Miss Grant, I'll e-mail it to you," the blonde turned to leave and her boss called out,

"Try to get some sleep tonight."

"Yes Miss Grant," Kara nodded before heading to her desk. She quickly e-mailed the article that she'd worked up to follow the one that James had written for her. Once that was done she left her desk and headed to James' office. The former Daily Planet Photographer was sitting at his desk looking over some stills trying to decide what was going out in the late edition.

"Long night huh?" He asked as Kara entered his office and shut the door.

"Can't imagine yours was any shorter. Despite my outward appearance, I'm actually feeling better, well physically anyway," she admitted.

"Well that's good. Yes last night was a complete bust. Somehow this guy is always a few steps ahead," James frowned.

"Yes well we didn't have a much better evening at headquarters either. The cure that Lena made up lasted about an hour. Doctor Milo and Harrison are running more tests but we might be out of options," Kara heaved a sigh. She didn't tell him that as the cure wore off Mon-El began to vomit uncontrollably and his body felt like it was on fire. The blonde had rushed him back into the containment unit. Luckily, getting him back inside the unit seemed to be the answer but Mon-El was exhausted and the only thing that seemed to help him was her lying next to him. Kara stayed with him all night; lying next to him like before he'd been forced to leave. It was cathartic, even if it was in a Plexiglas box.

When Alex returned to the DEO, she found them sleeping in each other's arms. So instead of waking her sister up, she left a note taped to the Plexiglas window and gave instructions for techs to wake her so she could go to work.

"So that leaves the nuclear option, huh?" James wondered.

"I guess so. Mon-El said that he's willing to be a guinea pig but I just don't know if I can put him through something like what he went through last night. Harrison warned that it could be fatal and that I know I can't live with," Kara sighed.

"Well I guess that's something that you and he need to seriously discuss. In the meantime, why don't you check in with Lena? She probably is worried about you and Mon-El too. I have to admit, I don't know if you should have told her your secret, but I can understand why you did. Maybe it's better to have a Luthor on your side than against you. I watched Lex and Clark go at it. Not good," he shook his head.

"Tell J'onn that would you? I'm still waiting for that shoe to drop," the blonde shuddered.

"Oh that one you're going to have to deal with on your own," James chuckled.

"Thanks," she playfully stuck her tongue out at him. Then suddenly she cocked her head to the side. James knew that look and remained silent.

"Gotta go," she said.

"You think…" he didn't get the words out as the blonde was out of the room "that's a good idea…" He soon heard a sonic boom and knew that it was too late. Kara was gone. He whipped out his cell phone and quickly dialed Alex who shouted to J'onn that Supergirl was out in public. James thought he heard the Martian swear.

"We're on it," was all he heard from Alex before the call ended.

"Be careful Kara," James said to the room.

To Be Continued…