Maggie ended to call first, smiling at her drink. She chuckled and finished her her fifth shot of their cheap bourbon. She placed the glass on the table and ordered three more shots. As much as she wanted to celebrate Alex's happiness, Sawyer also wanted to forget her day. 'That guy… how did that happen? How? What isn't Danvers telling me about this case?' She asked herself. The waiter brought the three other shots glasses, taking away the two others she had ordered earlier. Maggie took out her wallet and slapped down 4 dollars.

"Keep the change, Bret." She told the 22 year old man.
"Thanks, Mags."

He shoved the money in his apron and walked back behind the counter to count and pocket the tip. Maggie finished her first shot when a woman about her age sat in front of her. She smiled a wide and charismatic grin at Maggie.

"Hey. What's a pretty lady like yourself doing drinking alone."
"No thank you." Maggie began. "I'd rather drink myself to sleep, less hassle." She downed yet another shot and smirked.
"You sure, I don't even know your name, hot stuff." She pressed, placing her hand on top of Maggie's. She trailed her finger up her arm and leaning in a little.
"It's Detective Sawyer, and no thank you." She whispered, sliding back in her chair as she drank another shot.

The other woman sighed and got up, walking to the bar to get a heineken. Maggie smiled and shook her head as she finished the last shot. She got up, slightly buzzed, and walked to her car, looking at the attractive woman who had hit on her. She smirked and continued out, leaving the thought behind to go to her. Maggie got into her 'soccer-mom-van', as Alex called it. She knew she could hold her liquor, not a lightweight like Alex. Alex...that's all Maggie could think about. Alex. She had such a cute smile… her hair was beautiful… her makeup was great… her eyes… there was so much of her hidden behind those dark brown eyes. 'Get it together Mags she's.. Well, not straight, but still… I don't know.' She shook her head and sighed, not sure what to think of her predicament, starting the car. Flipping through the stations, Maggie settled on some 'Blast from the Past' radio station that played 90s and early 00s music. Driving to her apartment, Sawyer got a call from an unidentified caller. She let it continue to ring only turning up the radio during her drive. Mags smiled as some Green Day played.

"Bite my lip and close my eyes take me away to paradise I'm so damn bored, I'm going blind and I smell like shit peel me off this! Velcro seat and get me moving I sure as hell can't do it by myself I'm feeling like a dog in heat barred indoors from the summer street I locked the door to my own cell and I lost the key." She sang as she drove down the lit streets. Her phone rang again, the same number. Maggie sighed and pulled over, picking it up. "Hello?"

"Hey is this Detective Sawyer?"
"Who's asking?"
"Oh, yeah. Kara, Alex's little sister."
"Ah yes, I've heard much about you."
"Hopefully great, right?"
"Wonderful things."
"Win said that Alex was gonna drink with you before she came to my place. Is she with you?"
"No, she left a good half hour ago."
"She hasn't been answering her phone. Do you know where she could be?"
"Probably at her apartment."
"Thanks, Detective Sawyer."
"No problem, Danvers." Maggie said, hanging up. She looked at her phone, then decided to go to Alex's apartment.

Alex was cuddled up on the couch, a thick blanket around her shoulders. Her phone was on silent but still buzzing on the sofa across her. There was a knock at the door. Then another knock at the door. Then another, this one finally waking her up. She fumbled out of the couch, quickly getting up to see who was there. 'Maggie. Shit. Shit shit shit shit shit. Oh crap.' She knocked again.

"Coming!" Alex called muffling her voice. She sighed and opened the door.
"Hey, you okay?"
"Yeah yeah, I'm fine."
"You sure? You're sister's worried about you."
"Crap, we had a movie night. Why did you come?"
"...You're my partner."
"We're not partners." Alex said with a slight smirk on her lips.
"Well, we practically are seeing that we've worked a few cases together."

Maggie stood in the doorway, her arms crossed, looking up at Danvers. She looked away, biting her lip. Alex shifted on the doorframe, taking a step closer to the detective.

"Do you want to come inside."
Maggie thought for a second, trying to stay in the moment. "No thank you. I… I should get going." She whispered stepping away to leave.
"Okay…" Alex began, her heart sinking a bit. "See you around?"
"Of course, Alex… Danvers." Maggie awkwardly tried then fixed. She turned around and headed out the apartment.
"Oh, Mags, your gay is showing." Alex poked before closing the door.

Maggie stopped and smirked, scoffing at the remark. She turned around, but then decided to let her be. Instead, Sawyer continued to the soccer van and went to her house. She was so glad that she decided not to go home with what's her face.