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Maggie Sawyer is a detective. She...well, you get the idea.
But, she has to admit, when a blonde woman steps up to the bar, the only thing that crosses her mind is she looks kinda familiar.
And, well, maybe she's cute, too. Sue her.
When she spouts off an order for half a dozen drinks, two of them alien, her interest is piqued a little more. She wouldn't be here at all unless she was at least friendly to aliens, but a mixed order is pretty uncommon.
The blonde glances her way once, twice; furtively. And Maggie smirks down towards her mojito.
Score.
She sidles over, sliding her glass along the bar and moving to stand closer to the girl.
She smiles, making sure her dimples are on display. She opens her mouth to say something, one pickup line or another, but she's beaten to it.
"Hey, Detective Sawyer."
What.
She blinks, confused. "Uh. Have we met?"
The woman giggles, and M'gann places the last of her drinks on the bar counter. "Once or twice."
Maggie's eyebrows climb into her hairline. "Did we, uh..."
The woman laughs again, adjusting her glasses. "I'm sure it'll come back to you."
Oh, wow.
Whatever reply is on the tip of Maggie's tongue gets cut off by the arrival of a man almost as short as Maggie is. He claps a hand on the blonde's shoulder.
"Hey, you need a hand with the drinks? James just got challenged to pool by our resident shark, so I figured I should come help while they get set up and we debate which team we're supporting."
The blonde grins and hands a couple of drinks to the new arrival, before picking up the other four in an expert display of balance. "Uh, well, I for one am going to be supporting the winning team! You can feel free to back James, though; he needs the moral support."
"Ooooh. Harsh."
"What, you think I'm not gonna be on her side?"
The man laughs at that and starts the walk toward to the back room he came from.
The blonde shrugs, then pauses to turn back towards Maggie. "You should come say hey. We'd all love to see you."
Then she's gone.
Maggie blinks in total, dumbfounded confusion.
Who the hell was that?
Her mind starts racing. Running through everyone is could be.
A drunken hookup?
No. Maggie hasn't had any of those for a while, and it's been even longer since it was a blonde. Unless she dyed her hair? No, that looked natural.
Maggie frowns into her drink, finishing it off and ordering another.
She called her Detective, so, maybe someone she met through work? A suspect, or a witness? Or a lab tech?
No. She'd remember a lab tech that pretty.
M'gann hands her another mojito, and Maggie frowns into that, instead.
Laughter comes from the back room.
Oh, screw it.
If she wants to find out who this girl is, there's one surefire easy way to do it. Spiralling her thoughts to try and work it out isn't getting her anywhere, and Maggie's a fan of simple solutions. Even when they're the solutions that make her seem like an idiot who can't remember a stunning blonde.
She picks up her drink, raising her eyebrows at M'gann for a moment. And makes her way to the back room.
The sight that greets her isn't one she was expecting.
Like. At all.
The blonde is standing next to four other people and whooping. And at the pool table, Jimmy Freakin' Olsen is standing with a defeated look on his face, while Agent Alex Danvers takes a dramatic bow. The pool table has been totally cleared out.
Alex rises out of her bow, and blinks in surprise. "Sawyer!"
Maggie half-waves. "Hey there, Danvers."
The two of them haven't crossed paths in the couple of months since Thanksgiving, and she looks good. Her hair's wavier, now. It suits her. So does the happiness she seems to be radiating.
"Wait - Sawyer? Oh! This is the detective friend you were talking about! Maggie!" The small man beams.
Alex lifts her beer, taking a healthy drink from it as she steps over. "Right, I should introduce you to everyone. I forget you all haven't met." She steps close, leaning towards her just a little.
Well, this should answer her earlier confusion.
"Everyone, this is Detective Maggie Sawyer of the Science Division. Sawyer - the one almost as short as you is Winn," Alex starts, and ignores his indignant reply. "He's a lab tech."
Winn half-waves.
Alex skips over the blonde, to point to the friendly-looking man next to her. "That's J'onn - he's my Director, and practically a father figure to me."
John - J'onn? - smiles and raises his distinctly alien drink. Ah. J'onn, then.
Maggie's eyes flick back to the woman, but she's just smiling. She adjusts her glasses again.
Alex gestures to the two people next to J'onn, each practically sitting in the other's lap.
"That's Lucy Lane--"
"Who we never get to see any more!" the blonde interjects, loudly, and throws a peanut at her.
"I'm allergic to nuts, you jerk!"
"No you're not."
"--and Vasquez. They both work with me, but Lucy's been shifted to another department recently."
Vasquez waves, and Lucy sticks her tongue out only for another peanut to land on it.
Alex grins and points over her shoulder. "The man sulking by the pool table is James. It's understandable, after his crippling defeat to me."
"Hey," James greets, setting up the pool table for another game.
"And, uh..."
Alex pauses. It's short, but noticeable.
The woman leaning against the wall wanders forwards, and hooks an arm around Alex's waist. They lean against each other, like two pieces of a puzzle.
"And this is Kara."
Oh.
Oh.
Maggie's eyes widen.
Kara Danvers.
God damn it, did the glasses seriously fool her and stop her from seeing Supergirl standing right next to her?
"My girlfriend."
And that word crashes Maggie out of her oh-my-god-this-is-Supergirl revelation, and back to reality.
Oh.
Girlfriend.
That means...
Maggie smiles, widely. "Kara. It's nice to meet you."
"You too, Maggie." Kara holds out her hand, and Maggie shakes it. "James and Winn are about to have a loser's league - we're gonna jeer them from the side. Wanna join us?"
Winn makes a dramatic, heart-broken gesture as he steps past them to the pool table.
"...that sounds great, honestly."
The match begins, but Maggie isn't really paying attention to it.
She's looking at Alex and Kara.
She looks at the way Alex stares at Kara like she hung the stars.
At the way they lean against each other, without even realising it.
At the way Kara takes a sip of her alien cocktail and giggles at something Alex whispered into her ear.
At the way Alex dramatically boos James sinking the white, light and carefree in a way Maggie's never seen her before.
At the way her friends all support her. The way none of them question Alex and Kara being here, this close, together.
Maggie hides her smile behind her mojito.
Maggie Sawyer is a detective.
She might miss the small stuff every once in a while.
But she always detects the things that really matter.