Maggie came into the apartment as quietly as she could knowing that Alex was probably asleep. After locking the door and slipping off her shoes, she hoped she could navigate changing clothes and getting into bed with her fiancée without waking her — not something that usually happened when she worked late like this. Alex was too aware of her surroundings not to let things like a bit of noise wake her.

She remembered the first time she had come over late like this when they were still just dating. Alex had gotten out of bed with her gun to face the "intruder."

They could laugh about it now at least.

And there was a time after the kidnapping when Alex was so hyper-aware that Maggie was worried she would never let herself relax.

Maggie could only wonder what she would be like when they moved into a house after their wedding. A new place with all kinds of strange noises to get used to.

But as she turned toward the living room she could only shake her head at the scene in front of her.

There was Alex asleep on the recliner.

The recliner was Maggie's.

When she had first moved in here Alex had balked at the recliner.

"What are you an 80-year-old white man?" she asked upon seeing it.

"Hey, I have spent many an hour in that. It's comfortable and it's perfect for tv watching," Maggie said. "No gatekeeping."

Alex merely rolled her eyes and ever since then had never once even tried the recliner. cfIn fact, she made it clear to Maggie that when watching tv she preferred to have Maggie close to her on the couch, not laid out in the recliner.

Yet here was Alex asleep on it.

It made Maggie wonder how many times Alex sat in it when Maggie wasn't there.

She walked over and touched Alex gently, "Danvers, it's bedtime," she said as the sleepy-looking DEO agent opened her eyes.

"Ok," she mumbled, and she got out of the recliner and headed to bed. Once Maggie got her clothes changed and was in bed with her, Alex moved over to snuggle against her.

"Are we going to talk about it?" Maggie asked, unable to help herself.

"Talk about what?"

"You asleep in my recliner," Maggie answered. "I thought you were anti-recliner."

"I am."

"You sure looked cozy out there for someone who doesn't like recliners."

"Still don't. Hard to sleep in without messing up your back."

"Then why were you sleeping in it?"

"Because it smells like you," Alex said. "And sometimes I just need some trace of you to feel comfortable enough to sleep alone."

"Aw," Maggie said, kissing her. "That is sweet."

"You won't be saying that later when I need a back massage from lying in that thing."

Maggie couldn't help but smile.

"Anytime Danvers."