Author's note:

Sorry this is late, but yay, we made it! Sanvers Week has been an amazing experience. Thank you to everyone who read or posted stories, it wouldn't have been the same without all of the participation. High-five to all of you!

To say that Detective Maggie Sawyer was frustrated was the understatement of the year. It seemed like all of the criminals in National City decided to act up all at once, her partner had broke his leg and was on leave and left her with all of his open cases, and all of the paperwork that went with, and on top of it all off, the city was experiencing the worst heat wave in it's history. She was hot and she was tired, and all she wanted to do was to go home and take a nice cold shower and sleep. But instead she was stuck at the precinct, waiting to get a follow up statement from a witness in one of her partner's cases.

Signing, she scratched her wrist. The lettering on her wrist had itched something fierce all day. She didn't quite believe in the concept of soulmates, but since everyone was given a tattoo at the age of 14 ,it wasn't something that she could really ignore. She read the tattooed letters of: A.D. 1989, which was her soulmate's initials and the year of their birth. Pretty vague, if you ask me. She thought. I wonder how many people were born with the initials AD in 1989, probably over 100,000 if not more… what are even the odds that we would be in the same time and place to meet each other. Probably astronomical.

Maggie sighed, and then studied the drawing of a panther that was underneath the letters. The animal was suppose to represent your Soulmate's character. The panther represented strength, intelligence, and loyalty. She herself was a fox, which was tattooed over her heart. A fox represented cleverness, loyalty, and justice, which was fine growing up, but now she wondered why the universal dealt her such a bad hand. Panthers and Foxes rarely made good partners, because they were so alike, that they tended to get on each other's nerves.

"Sawyer!" The officer at the lobby desk called out to her, breaking her from her thoughts.

Maggie got and walked over to the desk. "You rang, Chief?" She asked the man. Everyone knew that Officer Charlie 'Chief' Wilson was the one person who kept the station running. He got his nickname from being a Chief Petty Officer in the Navy, before retiring and joining the force.

"Yeah, Sawyer. You got a lady looking for ya." He pointed with his pencil towards a tall woman, with short wavy red hair, dressed in a black tactical pants, and a black polo shirt. She had the air of a soldier about her.

"Thanks." She called out to Chief as she moved around the desk toward the woman, who had been facing the wall and reading a poster, but she turned around when she heard Maggie's footsteps. "I'm Detective Sawyer, ma'am. Were you looking for me?"

The woman nods her head, and Maggie forgets where she is, because she's suddenly lost in her deep hazel eyes. "Alex Danvers, FBI." Alex flashes her badge. "I was told to speak to either you or a Detective AJ Smith, concerning an art gallery robbery in midtown a couple days ago?"

Maggie willed herself not to react. That was the exact case she was working on at the moment. She was waiting for the witness to arrive to explain what she saw once again. She immediately feels suspicious of this woman, after all is it just a coincidence, that this Fed should show up now, plus what kind of FBI agent wears a tactical uniform to interview a police officer?

"Perhaps, we should talk at my desk?" She motions toward the bullpen, but first she makes the woman sign the visitor log, and fill out the visitor forms that go with it. While she is occupied with that, Maggie leans over to Chief and whispers to him, "Run a background check on her… Alex or possibly Alexandra Danvers FBI. Something feels off… send it to me asap." Chief nods, just as Alex is finished filling out the log.

Maggie motions with her head, for the FBI agent to follow her. They soon are back at her desk, and She has Alex's undivided attention. "So what would you like to know?"

"Security Cam footage sees no one in the room, before or after the painting is stolen from the galley, but the report that Detective Smith filed after the robbery was reported, said that there was a witness. He gives no name or contact info, just a description. But if there was no one in the room, how was there a witness? The room is windowless and has only one entrance and exit. " Alex asked, as she absentmindedly scratched her wrist. All of a sudden, it was itchy today.

Maggie stared at the woman in front of her. Now why I didn't think of that, hell, why didn't AJ pick up on that.

"That's a clever deduction, there Danvers, but why is the FBI interested in this case?" Maggie's tone was icy.

"Because this isn't the first time this has happened. May I?" Alex nods her head towards Maggie's computer." Maggie nods, but as she leans forward to pass off the computer, her wrist becomes visible, causing Alex to gasp and almost drop the computer.

"Hey, you ok?" Maggie asked, wondering what had come over the FBI agent.

"Your wrist…?"

"Yeah, what about it?" Maggie said impatiently. She wanted to know more about the case.

"Has it been itching today, and can I take a closer look at your tattoo?" Alex asks inquisitively.

'How the hell do you know that, and no you may not, please explain about there being more of these cases?" Maggie was quickly losing what was left of her patience.

"Fine, but after that I really need to see your wrist… anyway, this woman has shown up in many witness statements as being the only witness in several other art thefts around the country. Time and again, no name was given and no contact info for the witness, and she was the only one around." Alex pulls up a file with a graphic that shows a map of the country, that has been plotted with each robbery location.

"How many thefts have there been?" Maggie asked, leaning back in her chair. The phone beeped and she took a second to read the document that Chief sent her. "Hold on just a second, I've got to read this."

Sawyer, there's no record of an Alex or Alexandra Danvers at the FBI, but to investigate further I need a higher security Clearance, everything else I could find has been redacted. She's a ghost watch your back. - Chief

Maggie felt her heart start to pound, and she was sweating more than she had been a second ago. What to do, what to do… Maggie paused when her eye caught the file opened in front of her the paragraph that caught her attention. Witness has been described as late 20's to early 30's, short wavy red hair, and tall. No contact info was given, and the witness wouldn't say her name or where she lived. Promised to come into the station for a statement with in the next few days, will follow up. Oh,damn… it's her… oh shit what do I do…. hold it together, Sawyer. Just think.

"Agent Danvers, there's been a development. Chief says that one of the other officers has picked up someone who matches the witness description downtown, robbing a convenience store. She's in interrogation room A, want to come with me to talk to her?" Maggie said, hoping that her lie sounds convincing.

"Of course. Lead the way." Alex said, although her attention was no longer on the case, but on the woman in front of her. She scratched her wrist again, and resisted the urge to look at the letters. M.S. 1987 below it was a picture of a fox.

Alex waited until they were away from the bullpen to ask. "Hey, can I see your wrist again?"

"No, what is the damn fascination with my wrist… do you have some sort of fetish?" Maggie said, losing it. She turned around to face the Agent or whoever the hell she was and pushed her against the wall. "And who the hell are you anyway, I know you aren't from the FBI?"

Alex resisted the urge to drop kick this little detective into next week,she hated being touched, but instead she took a deep breath and relaxed. "No, it's no fetish. I think we might be soulmates. And as for not actually being FBI, I can't tell you… it's classified."

Soulmates…. well damn. Maggie wanted to scream.

"Find, I'll show you my wrist If you promise not to run. Then you show me yours, alright?"

Alex nodded, and Maggie held out her arm and pulled back her sleeve. Alex gasped when she saw it, and then quickly held out her own wrist. "You're a fox right?"

"You're a panther?" They both said at the same time. And they both nodded. Maggie could feel her heart was going to explode.

"Damn, my soulmate is an art thief… what a way to use your strength." Maggie grumbled after the shock wore off.

"Art thief? I'm no damn art thief… what makes you think that? And was that whole thing about finding a witness just a chance to get me into interrogation?" Alex was angry now. She knew that some cops didn't like the Feds, but this was ridiculous.

Maggie sighed. "Fine. Chief send me an email saying that he couldn't find you in the database and all of his attempts were either redacted or were classified. You're a ghost and you dress weird for FBI, and then the witness statement gives a description similar to yours, and I…"

"You put two and two together and got seven." Alex said, angrily. She let out a breath and then took in a another one, trying to calm down. " Fine, I'll read you in, but you have to promise that when all of this gets over we will talk about this soulmate thing.

"Alright. It's a deal." She held out a hand for Alex to shake, but then pulled back. They couldn't touch like that, if they did their bond would be completed, and neither of them was ready for that.

"Alright. My name is Alex Danvers, and I'm with the DEO. Department of Extranormal Operations. It's a classified government organization that hunts down Alien threats. The woman that we are looking for, is an alien shapeshifter, and she can bend light, which is why she doesn't appear on the camera. She's dangerous and she had stolen about 1 million dollars worth of artwork from around the country. I've been tasked to apprehend her, but we had a run in a few weeks ago, and I think she's been impersonating me ever since , which is why the description matches me."

This made Maggie panic again. "How do I know that you are you?" Alex gave her a look.

"The Soulmates tattoo… they can't be faked, or duplicated." She said, as if it was obvious.

"Oh." Maggie said, and even she could hear the exhaustion in her voice.

Alex's face soften a little.

"I'm sorry." Alex apologized.

Maggie waved her off. "No, I'm the one who's sorry. I haven't been very nice to you, and I apologize. Can we just start over?"

Alex smiled, and Maggie thought it was beautiful, she was beautiful. "Of course. We can go get a bite to eat if you want and talk about this further?"

Maggie nodded. "Let's go."

Author's Note:

So this is the end of this series. Thank you to everyone who commented, followed or favorited this story, you all inspired to be a better writer. Any mistakes are my own, and please let me know what you thought of this chapter. I might expand this out, at least until they catch the rogue alien. And I'll be back working on my other Sanvers story :You held me. So check that out and as always thank you for reading!