By the afternoon, they were both in their respective spots in the living room, Kara lying on the couch, listening to music, wishing she had more to do, while Cat typed away. She'd made herself a little more at home at Kara's urging, finding the bottle of Johnny Walker Black next to the refrigerator, helping herself to a glass, then another.

As the sun started to set, Kara's stomach began rumbling again. Just as she thought about ordering in, there was a knock at the door. She and Cat both jumped.

"It's probably Alex," she grumbled, missing her sister, but also not wanting her breathing down her neck about grilling Cat. She didn't want to rush things, and truthfully, didn't know what else she should be asking.

She peered out the peephole, grimacing when she saw who was on the other side, looking back at Ms. Grant, before opening the door.

"Winn, I told you…"

"I know, I know, you said you were fine," he shook his head, pushing inside. "But sometimes you say you're fine, and then the next thing I know you're not really fine, you're on the floor, attacked by some sort of alien parasite, or sitting here really sad about…"

He froze, eyes locked on his boss, who was sitting across the room by the window, glaring at him from behind her dark, cat-like glasses.

"Whoa...uh...wha..." he stuttered. "She um...hi, Ms…"

"Hello, Winsome," Cat sighed, going back to typing like she couldn't be bothered.

"It's Winn," he swallowed. "Just...Winslow, but Winn…"

He spun around to face Kara, holding the brown paper bag full of food he brought with him to his chest, eyes wide.

"What is she doing here?!" he whispered.

"She's under quarantine by the DEO," Kara informed him. "Until we figure out what's been trying to kill her, what killed Max."

"She knows about the DEO!?" he shrieked, trying to keep his voice low, head spinning. "She...wait, why would she think you can...Oh god, she knows you're…"

"Yes!" Kara whispered sharply, trying to brush it off. "She knows. It's fine."

"How is it fine!?" he cried. "We've been worried about her finding out for months. We had to convince her you weren't...you...and now, she just knows and it's fine?"

"Yes! Okay. I'll explain more later. I told you not to come over right now. I'm sorry, but things are a little complicated, and…"

"But I brought potstickers," Winn frowned sweetly.

"I'm sorry, Winn," Kara sighed, shaking her head. "I appreciate you checking up on me, I really do, but I can't…"

"Did I hear potstickers?" Cat called from across the room.

"Winn was just stopping by to make sure I was okay, but he's leaving now," Kara glared at him.

"Why?" Cat huffed, standing as she smoothed out the pencil skirt she'd changed into earlier that day, barefeet smacking softly against the floor as she padded her way towards them. "I love potstickers. All Asian food, really. I have my own collection of chopsticks, you know that."

"Right," Kara smiled awkwardly, looking back and forth between she and Winn. "So, you want…"

"Winn can stay for a while," she breathed, sizing him up. "I mean, it's not my place to say, really. If you want him to stay, it's fine by me. I could go for potstickers."

She sipped her whisky, continuing to eye him and the bag of delicious dumplings he held hungrily, the scent wafting through the air between them.

"Okay..." he smiled nervously, sweating as he checked in with Kara. She nodded, a little reluctantly. "The only thing is...I don't think I brought enough for…"

There was another knock at the door.

"Oh my god," Kara groaned as she opened it.

Alex stood there, smiling widely, holding up a bag of potstickers as a peace offering.

"Alex," Kara sighed. "I told you we're fine."

"When has that ever stopped me?" she whispered mischievously, pushing past her sister into the kitchen before eyeing Cat. "Hello, Ms. Grant."

"Agent Danvers," Cat smirked as politely as she could. "I hope you're not here to take me back into custody."

"You were never in custody," Alex shook her head.

"It certainly felt that way," Cat sniffed.

"Look, you should be thanking us for…"

"Hey," Kara stepped between them once again. "I can't handle the two of you not getting along. Please. Just...try to get to know each other a little."

"I know plenty," Alex chided.

"I see," Cat crossed her arms, amusedly. "Kara must have complained about work to you dozens of times."

"Jesus, Alex," Kara shook her head, cheeks burning crimson as she grabbed both bags of potstickers, turning to the cabinets to fetch plates so she could hide her embarrassment.

"It's alright," Cat continued. "That's what sister's do, protect each other. Alex, you're right to be apprehensive about me, but I assure you, I've beaten myself up more than anyone else possibly could about the things I've said and done when I wasn't...at my best."

"Good to know," Alex replied.

"Okay," Kara sighed heavily, clapping her hands together over the feast before them. "Let's eat, shall we?"

The four of them sat in silence for a bit. Winn divided the potstickers, giving he and Alex their usual ten, serving Cat the same, before shoving the rest over to Kara.

"Wait a minute," Cat spoke, confused, looking at their plates. "We each get ten, and she gets…how many?"

"Thirty was my record," Kara smirked, popping the first morsel into her mouth, smiling as she chewed.

"But there are at least fifty left," she asserted, taking another sip from her drink.

"Are you challenging me?" Kara scoffed. "Or are you saying you want more?"

"Hmmm," Cat mused over the rim of her glass. "If you eat at least forty, I'll eat my ten plus whatever's left."

"Deal," Kara beamed, starting in on her share while Cat began scooping up hers.

"What is happening right now," Winn stared in disbelief.

"There's no rush," Kara assured, scarfing down another, talking out of the side of her mouth. "You have to savor them."

"Obviously," Cat breathed, popping another, trying to stay neck and neck.

"This can't end well," Alex shook her head, enjoying her own helping as she watched the match unfold.

They continued eating, laughing as Kara easily made it to forty, Cat struggling to finish fifteen, just shy of her goal.

"It was a good attempt," Winn admitted.

"I haven't given up yet," Cat insisted, picking up one more before dropping it onto her plate. "Oh, who am I kidding, I give up. You win."

Alex gave her sister a high five, lifting her hand into the air like a champion.

"I have to say, Ms. Grant, you were a worthy competitor," Alex conceded.

"Thank you," Cat wiped her mouth with a napkin. "My first and last foray into competitive eating. I'm not ashamed to retire as second best."

"That's not the Cat Grant I know," Kara teased. "I demand a rematch. Next week."

"Next week," Cat shrugged. "If we aren't all dead by then."

She laughed a little, somberly, while everyone stared at her.

"Sorry," she sighed. "I didn't mean to put a damper on things. It's just...everything's a little...up in the air right now, I guess."

"You've got Kara by your side," Alex reminded. "I wouldn't lose hope just yet."

"That's true," Cat smirked, downing the rest of her whiskey. "What about you, Agent Danvers? Have you and the DEO come up with any theories about why this plague is bent on taking me out before the rest of the planet?"

"Just that you must serve some higher purpose than we've yet to determine," she sighed. "We're still working on it. Hank's been reading up on Greek mythology, combing through ancient stories to see if we can glean anything."

"Mythology?" Cat raised an eyebrow incredulously. "Are you saying I might be some sort of goddess?"

"I'm not saying anything," Alex shook her head. "But we're not leaving any stone unturned."

"That would be kind of awesome, actually, " Kara laughed, cracking open a bottle. "I wouldn't put it past the Queen of All Media to end up being Queen of...all...something else."

Cat looked at her like she was crazy, but also with affection. Kara swallowed, taking a long swig from her beer.

"I guess game night's off again this week, then, huh?" Winn asked. "I mean...not that we've got James, or Lucy for that matter."

"I've heard about this game night," Cat remembered as they made their way into the living room, taking a seat on one of the cherry blossom-printed chairs. "What exactly do you play?"

"Taboo, mostly," Winn reported. "Sometimes other games. Monopoly, Scrabble…"

"Settlers of Catan?" Cat asked, ears perking up.

"That's a little long for game night," Kara shook her head. "But I know you and Carter play sometimes."

"You do?" Winn smiled, surprised at his boss.

"Yes, I do have a twelve year old at home," she defended. "These things come with the territory."

"Like, in game territory, or…" Winn continued excitedly.

Alex chuckled hard. Kara buried her face in her sister's shoulder.

"Now you're making fun," Cat scowled even as she laughed. "I bet I can take you all on at whatever game you throw at me. Carter has me properly trained."

"Taboo it is then," Winn declared. "I mean...unless...maybe we should go…"

"I'm up for it," Cat sipped the martini she'd made herself. "I know I could use the distraction. Kara?"

"Sure," she agreed a little nervously, wanting to pinch herself. Strangely, amazingly, this was starting to feel too easy.

"You take this to work!" Alex shouted, standing in front of Winn as he tried to guess.

"My feet!" he yelled. "Sidewalk? Skateboard? Wait, I don't ride a skateboard."

"It's the most popular form of transportation!"

"Car!"

"Yes!"

"But I don't take a car to work. I don't even have a…"

"Stop talking!" Alex scolded, moving to the next card. "This is...a type of flying...thing...with little babies, in a lake...shit! Come on!"

"I don't know...tadpoles?"

"Tadpoles don't fly, moron!"

"Hey, I'm trying! Turtles…"

"Also don't have wings!"

Kara was laughing so hard she practically fell out of her chair.

"Time's up!" Cat informed them, watching the last speck of sand sink to the bottom of the hour glass, shaking her head.

"Wow," Kara giggled. "That was definitely the worst I've ever seen."

"You try playing with this guy," Alex plopped down on the couch, out of breath from gesticulating so furiously.

"I usually do!" Kara laughed.

"Alright, your turn," Winn changed the subject, tossing the deck of cards to Cat.

"Oh, I go first? Okay, let's see," she picked up her glasses as she stood, putting them on, perusing the card in front of her.

"You ready?" Kara asked.

She nodded. Alex flipped the timer.

"When you know you did a good job at something, you're…"

"Accomplished. Proud."

"Yes! Next…" she flipped the card to the next one. "Alright...you ate two of these for dinner last night."

"Cheeseburger! Cinnabun!"

Cat flipped it again. Six cards later, they were still going.

"If you're a royal, you wear this on top," Cat curtsied, her bone colored skirt crinkling, miming placing something on top of her head.

"Crown!" Kara answered excitedly.

"Yes! Oh, we got these in our hair...when we were in the Fortress of Solitude..."

"Snowflakes!"

"Yes! Next...you set these...aflame when…"

"Candles!"

"Yes! Not summer, but…"

"Winter!"

"Time's up!" Winn called. "Geez. How many was that?"

"Twelve," Cat reported haughtily, giving Kara a high five as she took her seat.

"Daaayumm," Winn balked. "That beats James and Lucy's record."

Kara bit her lip, basking in the afterglow of finally winning. She stole a glance at Cat, who was also looking at her, clearly very proud of herself.

"Alright," Alex rolled her eyes. "We'll catch up, don't you worry."

Several rounds later, it was clear there was no chance of catching up.

"You pull these up your legs...sometimes...under your desk…"

"Pantyhose! Stockings!" Cat answered. Kara nodded vigorously.

"You….you refuse to get this on your salad! You said it's like eating genocide."

"Bacon!"

"Gross," Winn mouthed to Alex.

"You are this! It's your job!"

"Journalist! CEO!" Cat continued their streak.

Kara flipped to the next card. She hesitated.

"Um...uh...when two people...lay...together…" she swallowed.

Winn put his hand over his mouth to keep from spitting his drink across the room.

"Sex?" Cat said matter of factly. "Foreplay?"

"No...it's like...spooning…"

"'Spooning?' Oh, it's…"

"Ah! Time's up," he called. "You still won, by far. What was that?"

"Cuddling," Kara sighed, taking her seat, wishing she could disappear into the cushion.

"Well you got all the others," Alex sighed, defeated.

"I'm gonna grab another drink," Winn shot up. "Can I get anyone else anything?"

"I'll come with you," Cat breathed, standing with her empty martini glass, a little off balance, but still holding her own. She looked down at Kara.

"Cuddling?" she snorted, shaking her head. "Really? That's what tripped you up?

"Hey, I think we did a pretty good job," Kara defended.

Cat smirked, crossing behind her, touching her shoulder.

"Yes, we did," she breathed. "Good game, partner."

She trailed her fingers across Kara's back before following Winn into the kitchen.

Kara's mouth opened slightly at the touch, breath catching as she brought her feet up underneath her body, blushing wildly, taking another swig of her beer, eyes following Ms. Grant.

"Um...Kara…" Alex whispered deeply.

"What?" Kara jumped, turning back to her sister, having forgotten she was there.

"You um...you've got something…"

Kara's eyes went wide as she felt something creeping over her neck. She lifted her hand to her skin, feeling the small, green vine that had twisted itself across her back and into her hair.

She sprang to her feet, pulling it from her body as she looked back at her sister, before sprinting into the restroom.

"Kara," Alex stood, calling after her.

"What happened?" Winn looked back at Alex from the kitchen. "Too many potstickers?"

"I hope I didn't push her beyond her limits," Cat mused, sipping from her glass as she took her seat again.

"She'll be fine," Alex shook her head, scowling at Ms. Grant, trying to forget what she saw.

A few minutes later, Kara opened the bathroom door and came back to the living room.

"You know, guys, I'm getting pretty tired," she fake yawned. "I think it's almost time for bed."

"Heard that," Winn said. "I've gotta get up early and head into the office. Unlike the two of you."

"Aren't we the lucky ones?" Cat hummed, sitting in her chair, crossing her legs as she sipped from her drink.

"Thanks, Winn," Kara said as she walked him to the door.

"This was surprisingly fun," he nodded. "Call me if you need any more distractions."

She smiled, giving him a hug as he left.

She turned back to Alex, who had her hands in her pockets, taking her time making it over to the door. Once she heard Winn go down in the elevator, she pounced on Kara, pulling her into the hallway.

"Hey!" Kara scolded, looking around to make sure no one was watching. "What are you, crazy?"

"Are you crazy?" Alex shook her head, continuing to whisper. "You've gotta be fucking kidding me, Kara."

"What?"

"No. Don't play dumb with me. I know you. I remember what you told me the other day at the DEO. How can you be so...so...reckless?"

"Reckless?" Kara scoffed. "How am I being reckless? I'm doing what I'm supposed to do, watching out for someone who's being stalked by a force we can't contain! How is that reckless?"

"Kara," Alex laughed anxiously, rolling her eyes as she paced back and forth in the hallway. "She is your boss. Not to mention twice your age."

"You think I don't know that?!" Kara growled through her teeth, straining to keep her voice low as she kept looking back through the door to make sure Cat wasn't listening. "What are you saying? I'm not...allowed...to have feelings now? Feelings I know won't go anywhere anyway? I'm not stupid, Alex."

"I know you're not stupid," Alex shook her head. "But...I don't even understand. Does she have you under some kind of spell?"

"A spell? God..." Kara balked. "Why does everyone always assume there must be something terrible or wrong happening if I feel good? She didn't do anything to me!"

"Oh my god," Alex sighed. "This makes total sense. This is why things didn't work out with James."

"Alex…"

"Why didn't you tell me? You can tell me everything else, but you can't tell me you're gay?"

"Shhhh!" Kara's eyes practically popped out of her head as she pushed her sister further down the hall. "I'm not gay! I don't…I don't know what I am, okay? I didn't choose to...I've...I've never felt this...about anyone…I..."

Her eyes began to fill with tears, lips quivering, blood boiling as she realized she might not be able to hide what she was feeling much longer, not from herself, not from anyone.

"Hey," Alex reached out and pulled her close, hugging her tightly. "It's alright. I...don't know what to say. You can be whatever you want, and I'll support you. Of course I will, I just...I don't want you to get hurt. It's one thing if it's just...a crush, on a mentor, I get that. But if it's something else…"

"I don't know," Kara continued to shake her head as she wiped away a tear. "But I have to go back in there or she'll know something's wrong. Please."

"She probably already does," Alex told her sadly. "She's an empath, remember?"

"Trust me, I can't forget," Kara breathed, trying to pull herself together.

"I'm sorry," Alex grabbed her hand. "Just...promise me you'll be more careful about this?"

"I'm trying," Kara shook her head. "I didn't mean to...that's the first time that happened since the other night, when I was by myself."

"Just...do what you think is best," Alex told her, unsure of herself, but wanting to be supportive. "Please be smart about this. I know you will."

"I will," Kara assured her again. "I have to go."

"Are you sure you don't want me to stay the night?" Alex asked. "Maybe it's a good idea for…"

"No!" Kara seethed. "I love you. Go."

"I love you too," Alex smiled back, hugging her again before slowly turning towards the elevator.

Kara closed her eyes, taking a deep breath before heading back into the apartment.

When she got inside, Cat had left the living room and was standing out on the tiny balcony, leaning against the railing as she took in the sounds and sights of the city below.

"Sorry," Kara sighed, sidling up next to her. "Alex was just…"

"Angry," Cat breathed, playing with the olives in her drink. "About what I don't know, but she's definitely full of anger, that one."

Kara laughed a little, scraping at the black paint, chipping it from the metal railing, before also leaning against it.

"It's nothing," she swallowed. "She's...just..."

"Worried?" Cat nodded, taking a sip. "Yes. I know that too."

Kara shook her head, hoping the alcohol would have some effect on her ability to pick up anything more.

"The view's not nearly as good here as it is from your office," she noted, changing the subject.

"I wouldn't say that," Cat breathed. "I think it's beautiful, from any angle."

She stole a glance at Kara, noting the redness beneath her eyes, sensing something was weighing on her more than usual. Before she could ask about it, the phone rang again.

"Sorry," the younger woman apologized, pulling it from her pocket. "Only a few people have this number. It's for emergencies, really, I…"

James was calling. She didn't want to pick up, but something told her she should.

"James?" she answered.

Cat's head shot up.

"Kara, there's a huge fire on the north side of town," he told her. "Six alarm. Firefighters are having a really tough time containing it. They think there's someone trapped. I know you're otherwise occupied right now, but is there any chance..."

She looked up at Cat, stomach sinking, feeling desperately torn between needing to stay with her and knowing James wouldn't have called if she wasn't the only person who could stop this.

"Go," Cat told her, standing straight. "I'll be fine."

"How can I leave you here alone?" she shook her head. "It's not safe. I can't…"

"I'm not the only person who needs you," Cat insisted, pushing her hair behind her ear, trying to look tough. "I've still got the earpiece. I'll call right away if I need to."

"Are you sure?" Kara asked, wishing to Rao this wasn't happening.

"Yes," Cat urged. "Now go."

"Be right there," she told James before hanging up and changing quickly. Seconds later, she was back next to Cat.

"I will be back as soon as I can," Kara told her adamantly. "If anything...if anything happens to me...call Alex, if..."

"Go!" Cat waved her off gently.

Kara put her hand on her shoulder, squeezing it, before stepping out on the balcony and taking off.