Author: Ashley

Title: Losing Your Inhibitions

Rating: M - Mature

Part: 12/16

Pairing: Mon-El and Kara Danvers (Zor-El)

Word Count (Chapter): 2,775

Summary: "Alex had called Kara's cell phone on the drive over, but again she didn't answer. She followed it up with a call to her apartment phone just in case, but she wasn't surprised when that rang a few times before going to voicemail, too. She found herself on Kara's floor, moving toward apartment 4A, hoping that she was alright; that she was inside, maybe just sleeping really deeply." - Mon-El comes across an object that effects him in the same way that Red Kryptonite effects Kara. What kind of trouble can he get himself (and Kara) into?

Disclaimer: I don't own Supergirl, DC Comics or anything related to such things. The ideas, dialogue and plot points were inspired by the show, but they are my own. Plagiarism isn't nice. Please don't steal my ideas.

A/N: Hi everybody! I hope you've all been having a great weekend! I've been stuck inside today because of a pretty ridiculous ice storm, so what better thing to do than to prepare and post an update?

Warnings for minor swearing in this chapter, but not much else. Plus a lot of investigative Winn and Alex.

P.S. Happy last day of hiatus! WE SURVIVED!

Chapter Twelve: "Don't I look okay?"

Tuesday

Alex had called Kara's cell phone on the drive over, but again she didn't answer. She followed it up with a call to her apartment phone just in case, but she wasn't surprised when that rang a few times before going to voicemail, too. She found herself on Kara's floor, moving toward apartment 4A, hoping that she was alright; that she was inside, maybe just sleeping really deeply. She stopped in front of the apartment door, fist up and poised to knock when she noticed the frayed doorframe. The door was closed, but it sat lopsided on its hinges. She furrowed her eyebrows as her fingers slid along the tattered wood. Who could have done that? Kara easily could have, but why would she do that to her own door?

Just to be safe, she slid her gun from its holster at her hip and cocked it, holding it at the ready before she moved to turn the doorknob.

"What was that?" Kara whispered.

"What was what?" he asked.

Her ears perked up when she heard shuffling in the hallway. "Did you hear that?" she whispered to Mon-El before moving off of him. She heard a gun being cocked and she x-rayed the door.

He groaned, "Kara, who cares?"

She looked through the door and saw Alex standing there, her gun in one hand, the doorknob in the other.

"It's Alex," she sighed as she stood from the bed. "Gimme a second and I'll get rid of her."

"Kara," he whined before sighing and watching her speed toward the door. She rushed to the door, grabbing the doorknob and pulling the door open quickly. The knob on the other side was tugged right out of Alex's grip.

"Alex," she stated firmly, her eyes connecting with her sister's, her voice nowhere near a pleasant greeting.

"Kara," she let out a sigh of relief as her eyes trailed along the damaged doorframe. "You're okay?" she asked before taking in her form with raised eyebrows. Her eyes trailed along the sheer bra before glancing down at her obviously sex-themed panties before her wide eyes met hers again.

"Don't I look okay?" she grinned before nodding backwards and into the apartment.

Alex looked over her sister's shoulder and her eyes landed on Mon-El sitting, likely naked, in bed. The broken bed it seemed; the frame leaning heavily to the right side. She spotted the broken leg lying a few feet away.

"You never came to see me," she stated, her voice low, the conversation intended to be for Kara's ears only. She returned her gun to her holster.

"Why would I have come to see you?" Kara asked, eyebrows crinkling, her voice clearly loud enough for Mon-El to hear.

"You called me…left a voicemail about coming to see me at the DEO during your lunch break. You never did. I thought you needed to talk to me…" Her eyes flicked to Mon-El before moving back to Kara's. "To talk about Mon-El."

"There's nothing to talk about," she stated firmly. "You're interrupting us actually, so I'd rather that you just leave."

And then Alex saw it. Kara's eyes darkening, the veins in her cheeks almost glowing red, a familiar dark tint against her pale skin that almost made her jump away. She didn't say anything. She just nodded at her sister before looking over at Mon-El. He was far away so she couldn't tell if her eyes were playing tricks on her or not, but she thought she saw his eyes light up briefly, too; a red glow mirroring that which she'd just seen on Kara's face as he grinned back at her. She furrowed her eyebrows. "Okay, well, I have to go back to work anyway. Uhm," she paused as she looked back at Kara. "If everything is okay here, of course."

"Peachy," she smirked as she moved to close the door.

"Call me if you need me, Kara," she tried to say, but the door was already mostly closed, slamming against the broken doorframe before she got all the words out, Kara's giggle muffled by the wood.

Alex quickly turned and moved toward the elevator, knowing that she needed to make a call, but needed to be as far out of Kara's earshot as possible. Even though she was likely too preoccupied with Mon-El to care to listen in.

She was dialing as she stepped into her car, slipping her Bluetooth into her ear.

"Hey Alex, what's happening?" Winn's chipper voice came through the line.

"Red Kryptonite, Winn!" she nearly shouted at him. "Kara got a hold of Red Kryptonite!"

Winn furrowed his eyebrows as he leaned back, bouncing in his desk chair. "Red Kryptonite? Are you sure, Alex? Our scanners haven't picked up traces of Red K anywhere around sites she's been working…"

"Winn, believe me. I saw her with my own eyes. I'm sure."

He abruptly stood from his chair. "Wait! We kept some in the DEO in case of emergencies, right? In case we had to study it for anything."

"Yes, Winn, you're right! In the storage room. Please go check and see if it's still there. I'm driving back right now."

She heard shuffling on the line and assumed Winn was heading right to the storage room. She heard a door open and shut and she waited for him to find the right box.

But Mon-El…he wasn't Kryptonian. Kryptonite shouldn't have any effect on him. Sure, Daxamites shared similar traits with Kryptonians, but their weakness was lead. Proven that time Lillian shot Mon-El with the lead bullet. So what else could have happened to him? Maybe it was her eyes playing tricks on her. But when Kara was under the influence of Red Kryponite…anyone could see that she wasn't herself. There's no way Mon-El, as close as the two of them were, wouldn't notice that something was wrong. Her mind flashed back to the voicemail that Kara had left her that morning.

"Hey, Alex. I don't know if you have your phone on you or what, but I think something's wrong with Mon-El. Call me when you can, but I'll just come and see you on my lunch break and try to fill you in. Love you, bye."

There's got to be something wrong with him, too…

"Alex," Winn's worried voice knocked her out of her thoughts. "It's not here."

"What?" she asked, her eyes widening as her foot reflexively pushed harder on the gas pedal, her car speeding up as she headed back to the DEO.

"The Red Kryptonite…the label says RK, right? Red Kryptonite should be in this little lead box inside the bin, but it's gone, Alex. The box is empty. Kara knows that it's here, but why would she take it?"

"It's okay, Winn, we'll figure it out. I'm almost there. Meet me in the lab in ten."

Alex rushed into the lab and saw Winn sitting at the examination table, the storage bin and the little lead box from what she could only assume was the storage room was sitting in front of him.

"Winn, I think something's wrong with Mon-El," she stated as she sat down on a stool on the opposite side of the table.

"Mon-El?" he asked, his voice surprised. "I thought this was about Kara?"

"It is," she nodded. "But…okay, let me start at the beginning."

"Please do," he held out his hand in gesture for her to explain further.

"Kara left me a voicemail this morning. She said something was going on with Mon-El and she wanted to talk to me about it. She said she'd drop in here on her lunch break-"

"And she never did," he finished for her.

"Nope. I went to CatCo to see if maybe she just got busy and didn't have time to come see me or call me again-"

"And she wasn't there," he finished again.

Alex nodded. "While I was talking to James, asking him if he'd seen her, a news story came up on a TV behind him. A motorcycle was found on the side of the road leading out of National City, crashed and lying on its side."

"The stolen motorcycle!" he shouted excitedly, and if it wasn't such a serious topic, Alex would have laughed at his excitement for putting the pieces together.

"Exactly. Except the news story didn't say it was stolen. So I really thought nothing of it until I saw Kara's sweater trapped in the back wheel of the bike…likely what caused it to crash."

"Mon-El's always wanted a motorcycle…"

"That's what I thought! And so I called Maggie right after we talked…when I was on my way over here. I told her to hold the motorcycle for us. I told her to tell the NCPD that we knew that the motorcycle had been stolen, we knew who the culprit was and it was an ongoing FBI investigation. I said that they needed to leave the bike where it was and that the FBI was going to deal with the matter without them."

"Smart plan. I think…?"

"I'm going to use it to get them," she nodded.

"You're gonna lure Mon-El back out there?"

"Well, hopefully Kara, too. Problem is, something's wrong with Mon-El, but I don't know what. When I saw the news story, I went to Kara's apartment and she was there with Mon-El and they were-" her eyes widened at the memory, "obviously busy. But I saw her face light up…the way it did the last time she was affected by Red Kryptonite. Those veins on her cheeks, you remember? But Mon-El, his eyes were glowing. I mean, maybe it was just my own eyes seeing things, but I swear they were glowing. Red. Bright red."

"Another problem," Winn started, his finger raised as he aimed to make a point. "Mon-El is a Daxamite."

"Exactly the problem!" She exasperatedly threw her hands up in the air as she stood. "What the hell happened to him that would have the same effect as Red Kryptonite?"

Winn shrugged. "Maybe it is Red K? He's never been exposed to it, as far as we know, has he?"

"Not unless he managed to find it himself and never mention it. I don't see where he would have found it though…"

"Well, Kara stumbled upon it the first time. It's totally plausible that he accidentally stumbled upon it. We don't monitor his locations as much as we do with Kara. Plus, he works at the bar…who knows what kind of alien stuff he could come into contact with there that could affect him like this. For all we know, he was being nosy and found it in the storage room, got infected and just kept it?"

"Okay, so…?"

"So?" Winn returned. "I thought you had the plan!"

"Well, I do…sort of." She shrugged. "I know that the motorcycle might lure them in. I could get them to come pick it up…and then what?"

"We still have that gun we used the last time right? To blast Kara with? At least with that, we can get Kara and get rid of the Red K in her system. Mon-El…we could always just use a gun?" he suggested with a cringe.

"A gun?" Alex asked, her eyes wide. "You know that a lead bullet could kill him, right?"

"Well, not like in the heart or anything. Just maybe…in the shoulder, or the leg. Just enough to get him down so we can take him in. Then we can take it out and study him or something…do tests while he's here. Figure out what's up with him and put him in a containment cell until we figure it all out."

"Alright," Alex suddenly stated, her hands on her hips as she seemingly made a decision for herself. "I have a plan. But I'll need your help."

They both lay naked on their backs, feet at heads; Mon-El's head on the pillow, Kara's at the bottom end of the bed. She ran her toes along the side of his torso.

"I think you killed me," he sighed.

She giggled, the veins in her cheeks darkening a deep red. He grabbed a hold of her foot in both his hands.

"Like, I'm actually exhausted."

"Super sex will do that to you," she sighed.

His thumbs moved along her foot, tickling the underside. She kicked, trying to get her foot away from his grasp, but his grip tightened, his hand trailing along her foot to her ankle before he pulled, her body sliding along the bed and closer toward him.

"I think I'll skip work tomorrow so we can do this all over again," he said. "You should, too."

"Well, I already ditched half of today. What's another?" she smirked.

There was a ringing throughout the apartment; shrill and loud. Kara rolled her eyes.

"What the hell is with all these phones?!" She sat upright as she looked around the room. She'd unplugged the apartment phone so she knew this would have to be her cell phone ringing.

"Don't answer. Why bother?"

"This is the third call since we've been lying here. I'm going to answer it to tell them to stop fucking calling me."

Mon-El grinned. "Good idea."

She found her phone, sitting half out of her jeans pocket on the floor by the front door. She grabbed it, angling it to see who was calling.

Alex.

She didn't answer it in time, the call bouncing to voicemail. When the screen refreshed: three missed called from Alex.

She grinned when the phone was silent and she was just about to throw it to the floor, but it started to ring again.

Alex. The name flashed across the screen. She sighed heavily.

"Alex, what the hell do you want from me?" she asked angrily upon answering.

"Why'd you leave that motorcycle on the side of the road?" she asked. Her voice was calm, but her eyes were worried as she looked at Winn from across the examination table in the lab.

Kara shrugged. "We didn't need it anymore. Looked like it wouldn't start anyway."

"Yeah," Alex agreed. "Looks like the engine is trashed, but it's still a decent bike. Couple of modifications and it should run like normal."

"Alex," her eyes connected with Mon-El's and he watched her curiously. "Why are you calling me to talk about a motorcycle that we no longer have?" Mon-El's eyes lit up.

"Doesn't Mon-El want it back?"

Kara rolled her eyes. "I'm looking at him right now. He obviously wants it back." He sped into his clothes, suddenly standing directly in front of Kara.

"Gimme my bike back," he said to her, as if Alex could hear him on the other side of the phone.

"Well, I saw it on the news. That was your sweater in the wheel, right?" she prodded and Winn grinned at her.

"Yeah, don't mention that to him. That pissed him off," she laughed.

He didn't need to hear them; he knew what she was referring to. "Your fucking sweater," he grumbled and Kara grinned devilishly at him.

"Well, I called Maggie and told her to tell the NCPD to stop showing the story on the news. The bike now belonged to the FBI."

"And?" Kara cocked an eyebrow.

"What's she saying?" Mon-El questioned, bouncing on his heels, ready to rip the phone from Kara's hand.

"And…you have to come pick it up…at the spot you left it," she stated. "But, the DEO won't release it until both of you come and get it. It doesn't run, so Mon-El needs to get here and claim it as his own and you should probably just fly it home; stay off the NCPD's radar. They know it's stolen." Alex and Winn were holding hands across the table, their grips tight as they prayed the couple would go along with the random, half-assed story Alex had made up mere moments ago.

"Kay," Kara sighed.

"Okay?" Alex returned, eyebrows raised.

"Yeah, we'll be there in a bit. We're waiting for our food order to get here. Someone," she glared at Mon-El, "was too lazy to get off his ass and go pick it up himself. See you in forty," she said before abruptly hanging up the phone.

Alex stood still.

"Alex?" Winn whispered as he watched her, his hand jostling hers in his grasp to get her attention. She pulled the phone from her ear and looked at him with a grin.

"Forty minutes," she repeated Kara's words.

"Forty-"

"Let's go! We gotta move! We have forty minutes to get there!"

A/N: Thanks for reading! We're coming close to the end already! I hope you guys have been enjoying this as much as I am :)

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