"You do realize once she realizes what you did, she's going to kill me, yes?"
"Oh, come on, Lin, don't be so dramatic." Maggie laughs in a low voice. "She's not going to hurt you, but if she asks, I will so toss your sexy ass under the bus so fast I doubt even Supergirl could save you from at least a broken tailbone." The off-duty detective warns as her eyes lift from her juggled comparison of two different pasta varieties to the bobbing rainbow star-shaped balloon floating over the separating shopping aisles.
Childish, maybe, but considering how truly quiet and stealthy Alex was proving to be a healthy necessity, Maggie concluded after just as stealthy tethering the deliberately chosen 'tracker' to the back collar of Alex's jacket once the deciding coin toss had drawn to an end.
"I was quite the party girl for a while. Before I finally got my head on straighter than my sexuality ended up becoming." Alex had confessed to making a few fancy trick shots as they'd sat cross-legged across from each other on the floor in one of the shopping aisles. Each took turns bouncing some spare change between them as they played their deciding little game of who would be put in charge of what option in the last few items on the redacted menu.
Maggie had lost her bid for the sweeter side of the night's evening while Alex had seemed to dance in place in her excitement at the deciding outcome.
"Come on, Mags. I've been living on hospital-grade stuff for the last month, settling into things. Tonight, I can have real people food." Alex pouted, yet her 'happy dancing' hadn't let up as she held the other woman's eyes in quiet pleading.
"Are you saying hospitals don't serve, to use your words, 'real people food?" Maggie questions, her voice dipping into her more 'on the job' tone as Winn teasingly calls her detective's voice. She grinned inwardly when the use made Alex swoon more than a little.
"Stop making me want to kiss you right now, Sawyer," Alex answers with a sigh of reply. "I'm hungry. If I think about it, the last thing I had in the ways of food was a vending machine power bar." The tired-looking medical worker confesses, rubbing a hand over her face to hide a sleepy yawn of catching up fatigue.
"Really?" Maggie asks, shocked at this.
"Well, that and a heck of a lot of juice boxes." Alex rambled off unaware of the tempting offering she'd presented as she tried and failed to look anywhere but at Maggie's smile curled dimple displaying mouth. "It was my day to watch the littles in the hospital daycare before a three-car…."
Alex's words had trailed off at the quieting touch of Maggie's lips against hers.
"Hummm. Well, you do taste like apple juice, as well as a hint of beer." Maggie smiles once the not-so-innocently given kiss has drawn to an all-too-quick ending. The shorter of the two rocked back on her heels to slowly flick her tongue to taste the juice under the warm, covered flavor of Alex's vanilla ChapStick against her lips.
"Who's being dramatic? I'm telling the truth," Linda says, drawing Maggie back from drifting too deeply into the newly gained taste of Alex Danver's lips on hers.
The phone cradled haphazardly against Maggie's shoulder and her ear. "But if anyone between the two of you deserves the balloon-tracking trick, it's you. You adorable, fun-sized ninja." Winn joins in from the party-lined tethered call.
"Aww kiss kiss to you too, Hot Schott." Maggie snickers, dropping both boxes of pasta into her shopping basket. "but you do realize I'm totally going to kick your ass in hand to hand next time we hit the mats for that comment, right?"
"Worth it." Winn answers after a healthy but laughter-filled pause as if in deep thought.
"Found it." Alex's voice calls out in victorious glee from the direction of the frozen section of the corner store market. Maggie hesitates at the sudden twisting of the balloon string with the speed of Alex's apparent twisting movement, only to gasp at just how heartbroken Alex's voice became with a saddened "Maggie? Where'd you go?" when her date finally realized that Maggie had managed to slip away from her.
That sadness was only fleeting, however, considering Alex's next breath was to give an accusing "What in the…..Sawyer, did you seriously balloon trick me?" as the bouncing star balloon was suddenly tugged downward.
"Gotta go." Maggie laughs when an angry faced Alex Danvers rounds the end of the ales ahead of her. The surprise at just how quickly Alex had found her was lost in Maggie's appreciation of how attractive her date's blending of seething annoyance clashed loudly with the medical scrubs she'd yet to change out of.
"Hey there, medical grade Modesty Blaze." Maggie greets, stuffing her fisted hands into her jacket pockets when all she really wants to do is reach out and tug the approaching woman in for an equally greeting kiss.
Alex rolls her eyes at this. "Like I'd make a good secret agent."
"Humm. I don't know." Maggie shrugged, enjoying the way Alex's hands were now trapping her between Alex's leaning body and the shopping cart Maggie hadn't noticed Alex had grabbed after the two had separated. "You could be my partner any time." the cop offers, ignoring the dulled annoyance of the cart's handle digging into her back as Alex leans in a little more.
"I can see down your shirt," Maggie warns, attempting poorly to keep from abusing this new offering.
"Humm. I've heard that line before." Alex scoffs.
"No, I can see down your shirt right now, Danvers." Maggie points out again, letting her gaze flick to drink in a little more of the offered glimpse of Alex's toned chest past the dipped covering of her shirt. "you're very distracting, but if we don't get a move on with picking out the rest of dinner prep, then Lin will have my ass in the next ten seconds."
"Hum. I could call off the attack in three point five seconds if you'd give me the word." Alex offers.
"What?" Maggie questions, curiously aroused at this sudden offering when it came with the added bonus of Alex pressing herself closer against Maggie's 'trapped' body.
"Just say the word, and I'll put in a call with a friend in a high place, and Lin and Winn will be out of our hair till Sunday afternoon."
"Humm. You do realize today's only Friday, right?" Maggie asks more than enjoying the greedy closeness with a woman she'd really only just met.
"Yeap." Alex answers, making each letter purr against her tongue as she rocks away, giving Maggie space. The shorter of them didn't really want to think over the offering.
"Do I even want to know who this mystery friend…." Maggie stops when Alex holds up her cell phone to show off the pulled-up ID image on her speed dial. "No way. How did you get Supergirl on your call list?" the cop gapes in jealous awe.
"She asked if I'd be her go-between for different things around the hospital." Alex shrugs. "Setting up activities for the kids, checking in on different accident victims she's flown in if we'd need help with fundraisers for the hospital, that kind of thing." She says, "It's not really that big of a deal."
"Humm. Then you won't be too upset if I can counter your cap-wearing hero with one of my own?" Maggie questions, making a small flourish of pulling up one of her own 'heroically inclined' contacts.
"Oh, come on, Batwoman?" Alex reads off with skeptical awe.
"Humm and the kicker?" Maggie adds with a pleased smile as she leans in to whisper the next part against Alex's ear at the other woman's curious incline of her head in confirmation. "She's also my ex."
Alex's eyes widen even more at this as her eyes flick again between the phone contact and Maggie's amused watchful gaze. "Well, Supergirl is my adoptive sister, so…." She offers up. Then, almost as soon as the words are out of her mouth, her eyes widen as if in delayed panic as they flick toward Maggie's.
"Really? Well, that's….. wow." The detective answers, playing along a little longer.
"Yeah. Total inferiority complex there." Alex agrees with a laugh when it seems that the other woman hasn't put much weight on the confession.
Maggie's hand catches Alex's as it lifts to run, shaking through the taller woman's hair, pulling it away to brush against the caught scars long since healed over slashed along Alex's wrist with her lips, then intertwining their fingers together as she lowers it between them. "Well, I can't tell if you're bluffing or not given well given Supergirl is Supergirl, but…"
"Yeah." Alex sighs until the humming of her cell phone interrupts them.
"Uhh. Curse Lin's disposal of a stomach. I swear, sometimes her food intake….."
"Rivels Supergirl's?" Maggie finishes with a teasing laugh as she reads the prodding message over Alex's elbow. "and from the wording, this sounds more like Winn than L." Maggie notices, quickly rereading the thing again. "Even when it looks like he's attempting to sound like Lin."
Just then, a ground rumbling and crashing sounds outside the tiny grocery. Then, the rumblings of something angry and otherworldly as muffled, panicked screams from bystanders mingle with it.
"I'll handle crowd control, think you can manage…."
"You'll also need to handle the manager, so I don't have charges 'stealing' this." Alex was already answering, pulling a plastic case of 'for the car' medical supplies from a shelf, catching one of the hurrying outlines dropping with a scream onto the ground.
Her ankle had been twisted with the torn attentions of the fleeing woman more interested in recording the unfolding fight than running away from it.
"Seriously." Maggie catches Alex's grumbled complaint.
"Come on, Danvers, you can yell at her all you want while fixing her up." Maggie offers, "And don't worry; I've already warned the waiting gang about dinner coming back late." She promised at Alex's unamused side-eye.
That does earn a shy smile as keeping hold of the other hand, the pair jog out into the darkened street as Supergirl gives another hard punch to her snarling opponent's jaw.
The sound alone enough to rattle the windows of the grocery store as the caped hero carefully moves to keep its attention on her and not the hurrying bodies of would-have-been targets fleeing around them as Alex and Maggie set to work.
"Sorry to cut into your date night, ladies. But thanks for your help." Supergirl calls out in a sidestepped avoidance of a thrown punch.
"Occupational hazard, Supergirl," Maggie called back, attempting to herd more watchers away from the immediate action as Alex kneeled beside the woman, more upset about her broken cell phone and the loss of the video she'd been shooting of the fight than the swelling state of her broken ankle.
"and this is still a date. Just a working one." Alex agrees sending a now blushing Maggie a reassured grin.