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A couple days later, Alex was investigating the crime scene after an attack on the president. Alex still hadn't heard back from Kara yet about her rut ending, but Alex estimated that it should probably should have ended at least 48 hours ago, considering that she'd just mated. Supergirl had of course been on scene, but she'd been floating in the air some distance off and had only dived down to street level when the attack happened. However, once everything was taken care of, Supergirl had flown off.
Alex guessed that Kara was just trying to milk her time off for rut from both CatCo and the DEO (except for emergencies/big events) for all it was worth, probably extending her time with her new mate up to the number of days that her last rut had lasted. Of course, Kara wouldn't be able to try that again after this, once everyone figured out that she had a mate, and Alex didn't really have the heart to call her to task, knowing how much her sister usually worked. The elder Danvers felt a bit guilty about that, since she was the one that had brought Kara to National City and had then set the bar for her sister about how much a Danvers worked. Even if she'd been strongly against Kara becoming Supergirl initially, Alex had been firmly in her sister's corner since then, supporting her.
Now Kara was probably going to want to start a family, given how much Kara liked kids and how much Alex knew that she, as one of the last living Kryptonians, craved having a family around her. It also meant that Kara was going to have to learn something that Alex had never been able to teach her—how to have a good work-life balance. Not that Lena was going to be able to help with that, because the CEO had an even more rigorous work ethic than either Kara or Alex, and that was saying something.
Alex sighed, pulling herself out of her head and focusing on her job right now. They didn't know much about the attacker, but obviously they had some kind of laser eye ability just like a Kryptonian—and the DEO had just had a Kryptonian fight his way out of their medical bay. Kara had been rather upset about that, but had luckily been mostly buoyed by the high of being newly mated so it hadn't depressed her as much as it would have normally.
Scanning her crime scene, Alex's eyes fell across someone not wearing a DEO uniform, and she stormed over to confront this local cop interfering with her case.
"What the hell do you think you're doing on my crime scene?" she demanded more than asked, walking up to the cop bent over examining laser damage to the tarmac.
The cop stood up and turned around, her dark eyes flashing at Alex angrily. "Do they teach you feds this stuff at Quantico? Because you all sound the same—and for your information, this is my crime scene."
Alex blinked at the other woman, studying her closely, the way she stood confidently challenging her—Alex internally approved of the cop's lack of fear, even if it meant that Alex had to squash her claim on the crime scene. Before Alex could say anything though, the cop continued.
"Detective Maggie Sawyer, NCPD," she stated matter-of-factly, flipping out her badge and holding it out for inspection. Once Alex visually given the badge a quick once-over, Detective Sawyer said, "I showed you mine, you show me yours."
Surreptitiously pressing a button on her badge to swap the affiliation, Alex held hers out, and said, "Agent Alex Danvers, Secret Service, and you still need to get off my crime scene before you start contaminating evidence, Detective."
Detective Sawyer stepped into Alex's personal space, pointing a finger at her chest but stopping just short of making contact, "NCPD has jurisdiction over the National City airport."
The detective's movement made her scent waft over Alex, and Alex held her poker face during the resulting surprise and assessment. Sawyer was an omega, and a very unafraid one at that—although Alex wondered if it could be the rather short omega attempting to overcompensate for stereotypes against omegas, who were typically used in law enforcement only as mediators or spokespeople. Alex of course worked with lots of omega agents, and she found the stereotypes profoundly inaccurate, but she could respect someone who was working hard against them. All of this flashed through Alex's mind in a brief instant, and her extensive DEO training kept her focused primarily on the task at hand.
"Your jurisdiction ends where I say it ends, Detective Sawyer," the DEO agent said, her voice allowing no room for argument, and she leaned very slightly into Sawyer's still pointing finger, although not quite touching it.
The detective dropped her hand to cross her arms and stared at Alex for a moment, then Detective Sawyer surprised Alex completely by smirking. "Well, you might want to talk to your agent over there about contaminating a crime scene—he's putting carpet bits into the baggie with melted chunks of the car." Sawyer then turned and walked away, calling over her shoulder, "See you around, Danvers."
Alex's expression hadn't changed the entire time that she'd been speaking to the omega detective, and it didn't change now, even as her anger spiked briefly at the detective's retreating form. Huffing out an exasperated breath, she instead turned to chew out Agent Collins, who was indeed improperly storing evidence. She made him verbally repeat everything he knew about collecting evidence, which he could repeat but apparently hadn't bothered to follow, and then Alex made him rebag everything.
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Maggie couldn't get that red-haired agent out of her head, and on a whim picked up her cell to call around until she found someone who knew someone who had a number for an Agent Danvers, excusing the request by saying that she had a lead for the agent. Once she'd called the number and confirmed that it was in fact Agent Alex Danvers, Sawyer ignored the partly growled demand to know how Maggie had gotten her number, and asked if Alex wanted to see where the local cops went to get information. Danvers was suspicious, but agreed to go, and Detective Sawyer showed her the local alien bar she frequented. Alex had an incredibly impressive poker face, but Maggie could tell the agent was surprised about the revelation of the kind of bar this was, and was seriously thinking about something—although the last part was a guess, since Maggie didn't really know if Alex was normally this laconic or if it was because her mind was whirring away behind the scenes.
They both ordered a beer and sat down at a table, where Maggie explained why the bar existed and briefly about her reason for coming here. When Pala came over to set their drinks down and commented on Maggie moving on fast, Maggie winced. Danvers' eyebrow twitched upwards at Maggie in silent question, and Sawyer admitted the woman was her ex. Agent Danvers calmly sipped her beer, and responded that she didn't have a problem with anyone dating aliens when Maggie asked her—and Alex's poker face was so good that Maggie couldn't tell at all what she thought about that. She made a mental note that she needed to get Danvers to join in on one of the departmental poker nights just to see her wipe the floor with all of those judging bastards—except maybe Keating, Keating was okay. It would serve them right for banning the omega members of the force from playing because 'they might use their heats to cheat'. Fucking bastards.
Detective Sawyer tilted her head and studied the other woman, giving them both a moment to enjoy their beer, before she had them stand up and go around to question people.
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After running into the detective several more times, both on that case and others, and after seeing her kidnapped and rescued, Alex found herself becoming good friends with Maggie Sawyer. Their personalities were fairly similar, and Kara seemed to genuinely like her—at least when Alex could peel Kara away from her new mate. Alex and Maggie started hanging out even when they didn't have the excuse of a similar case—which happened often anyway, what with Maggie being in the NCPD Science Dept, which basically meant she got all their alien cases.
A few months later, Alex woke up one morning to feel the tell-tale aches and restlessness that indicated the imminent onset of her rut. Sighing, Alex reached for her phone to message both the Operations Officer on duty right now and J'onn about the situation, receiving confirmation that she'd be on operations duty all day today with no option for field duty. At least with her training and rank she'd be able to do something useful, even if she'd be stuck on base. Usually they even let her run the mission watch.
Alex pulled out her special skin-tight suit specially made for heats or ruts—given to agents who pass a special training seminar and test for status-influence control, both during the agent's rut/heat and when exposed to someone else's rut/heat—and pulled it on. The fit was remarkably similar to a wetsuit, and it even went partway up the neck like a wetsuit. From Alex's many years surfing, she also had lots of rashguards and compression clothing to make wearing the suit all day more comfortable, but the combination of the suit plus the effects of rut would be tiring over the course of the day. At least with the rutsuit she didn't have to try taking suppressants, which had never really worked that well for her and had only seemed to make her self control worse.
A few hours into the day, Alex got a message from Maggie asking if she wanted a beer after work, and sighed. She probably wouldn't have it together enough to get a beer after work, and besides alcohol and rut were not a good combination. She typed out a quick message declining the invitation, and pretty much ignored her phone the rest of the day, trying to bury herself in work and just let the day pass as fast as it possibly could. She'd probably end up working an extra couple hours or so, and then just head home absolutely wrecked—it'd at least make it easier to sleep. Before she forgot, she sent a quick message to Kara letting her sister know that she had rut and was going to just be at work all day and evening.
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Maggie had noticed that Alex's message was even more terse than usual and very uncharacteristic, and so was the fact that she had not responded to a single following message from Maggie in over six hours. Having hung out after work for a few months now, the detective was fairly certain that she knew Alex's schedule and work habits by now, and the redheaded agent never went that long without replying. Kara wasn't being forthcoming either, but had at least confirmed to Maggie that Alex was still at the DEO (which Sawyer had found out about not long after finding out that Danvers was definitely not a Secret Service agent). Maggie decided that checking in to see if Alex was okay was as good of a use of her DEO consulting privileges as she was likely to find, and drove over to the base.
No one tried to stop Detective Sawyer entering the base, letting Maggie know that she wasn't being censured for doing something wrong, which had been her initial fear at Danvers' uncharacteristic behavior and silence. She did get at least an inkling that something was wrong when she asked where Agent Danvers was and got a momentary hesitation. Normally when she asked this, the response was immediate and straight-forward. This time, Maggie could tell the only reason the agent gave her an answer was because of what Alex called Sawyer's 'do not give me your shit right now' face, which Maggie had used to great effect both in and out of the precinct. The agent gave in after maybe three seconds, and then pointed her towards the central comms station where the operations duty manager watched mission feeds.
Just from body language alone, Maggie could tell that something was wrong. Alex was fidgety, and the senior DEO agent never fidgeted, in fact her sister and Maggie had both teased her for how calm she was in basically any situation. Once she got a bit closer, Maggie could see that Alex was flushed and was sweating.
"Alex, are you okay?" the detective asked, once she was close enough, using Alex's first name as an indication of her concern.
Alex's head whipped around and she stared hard at Maggie. "Sawyer, what are you doing here?"
Something about Alex's voice sounded off too, but despite the less-than-friendly greeting, Maggie continued onward, now more worried about the agent. If she was sick, why hadn't anyone stopped her and sent her home? Even if she did outrank everyone else but the Director, someone should have called in medical to make an assessment, and then a doctor could have ordered her off duty.
"What's wrong?" Maggie asked, the concern in her voice much stronger now. She didn't stop her forward pace until she was within arm's reach, and the tried to place a hand on Alex's forehead—but Alex jerked backwards once she understood the motion.
"Get back, you can't be in here right now," Alex said defensively, stepping back to put a good bit of distance back between them.
Maggie took another step towards the agent. "Alex," she said, but was cut off.
"Agent Danvers."
Detective Sawyer turned to see Director J'onn stepping out of the corridor and into the command center.
"Sir," Danvers said, coming to attention, although Maggie could still see some evidence of her restlessness.
"I believe it's now two hours past your scheduled shift. Why don't you clock out for the night," J'onn said, and then glanced over at Maggie, "and take the Detective with you."
Maggie saw Alex's jaw clench briefly, but she only answered with her standard, "Yes, sir." Maggie followed her, expecting her to go to the lockers and change out. Danvers was wearing some kind of special skin-tight tactical suit, that, while not as revealing as a bodysuit, still definitely showed that Alex had what it took physically. Maggie was surprised though when Alex didn't change out of the suit, and just picked up her bag from inside her locker and threw it on the bench.
Alex pulled out her phone and quickly scrolled through it—no doubt seeing lots of unanswered messages from Maggie—and said without looking up, "You ready to go?"
Maggie stepped up uncomfortably close to the agent, trying to get Alex to look up and talk to her. "Alex," she said, her voice insistent but still gentle.
When Alex didn't respond in any way, Maggie took advantage of the other woman's lack of attention and abruptly pushed Alex up against the lockers, pinning her there with one forearm across Alex's chest. So quickly that the reaction must have been instinctual, Alex curled her lip and growled low in challenge, but quickly stopped herself—and the sound made Maggie's spine straighten and a heat spike low in her belly.
"Oh," Maggie said in realization, eyes widening slightly. "You're in rut." Alex didn't say anything and just stared hard at Maggie until the detective sighed. "I hate when you do that poker face thing at me—I just want to know what you're thinking."
Alex's expression didn't really change much, but Maggie got the impression that the agent suddenly looked amused. "No, you don't," she said firmly.
Maggie stopped herself before she could smile—two could play at the poker face game—and the detective released Alex, stepping back to pick up the agent's duffel bag. "Come on then," Maggie said flippantly, "I think your boss told you to get out of here, so I guess we'd better do that."
One of the corners of Alex's mouth twitched upwards slightly, and she pulled herself up off of the lockers and then followed after Sawyer, stalking her almost silently. Maggie got the feeling that she had a predator following behind her, and whenever she glanced back Alex's eyes were always glued to her—it felt a bit dangerous and also extremely hot, and between her legs Maggie was starting to feel the effects of the alpha's attention.
Maggie walked directly up to her car and threw Alex's duffel in the backseat, expecting the agent to put up a fuss—sure enough, when the detective turned around, Alex was standing there frowning behind her. "Get in," Maggie said, before Alex could argue about it. When Alex didn't move, Maggie gave her a look, and said, "Or was I wrong in assuming that someone had to drive you here?"
Alex grunted, which Maggie took to be a yes, and then the agent walked over and got in the car. "You shouldn't be in an enclosed space with me for long," Alex said lowly, buckling her seatbelt.
The sound of the DEO agent's voice made Maggie shiver—it had dropped at least an octave—and the detective just hoped that Alex hadn't noticed Maggie's reaction since the agent had been looking down at her seatbelt. "Well then I guess we'd better not sit here talking about it," the omega said evenly, promptly starting the car.
The drive to Alex's apartment was quiet, the agent only giving terse, mostly single-word answers when Maggie tried to talk to her, so eventually the detective gave up and just drove in silence. When they reached Alex's place, Maggie hopped up and out of the car, grabbing the agent's duffel out of the back seat before Danvers was even out of the car. She didn't bother to wait for Alex to walk in the building either, and took the stairs two at a time up to the entrance. Sawyer had already called the elevator and the doors were just sliding open when Alex stepped up next to the detective, frowning mightily.
Maggie just smiled cheekily at the taller alpha and swept into the elevator, leaning up against one of the walls while Alex punched the button for her floor. The alpha growled slightly as the doors slid closed, making Sawyer shiver again, and this time Maggie was sure Alex noticed. She wasn't sure what Danvers was going to do about it, but apparently she wasn't going to verbally tell Maggie to go away—no, instead Alex just stared intensely at the detective the entire elevator ride up. Maggie would normally have felt uncomfortable with someone staring at her that hard without speaking, but Alex looking at her was far too hot for Maggie to feel anything but arousal right now. The detective just barely managed to keep from preening at the alpha's gaze on her.
The elevator doors dinged open, and Maggie was up and through the doors quickly again, brushing past Danvers and making sure the alpha had to walk behind her again. When Maggie reached the agent's apartment door, she turned and leaned on it only to find Alex already right there trying to put her key in the lock—and Sawyer blushed at just how close Alex must have been following her from the elevator. Danvers was definitely a little uncoordinated now, because it took her a couple tries before she got the door unlocked, but as soon as she did, Maggie instantly pushed the door wide open and stepped inside, tossing Alex's bag on the couch.
"Maggie," Alex said in her deliciously growly rut voice, which was the first word she'd spoken since they'd driven away from the DEO, and shut the door behind them. Maggie could see that Alex was getting ready to speak, so she pressed her advantage—by literally pressing the alpha up against the inside of the now-closed door. Alex growled again, this time with more urgency.
Sawyer put one hand on either side of Alex's hips and stepped in so close that their chests were almost brushing together. "Alex," Maggie said, and she saw out of the periphery of her vision that Alex's hands came up like they wanted to rest on her waist, but didn't make contact. "I know we've been dancing around this issue, neither one of us wanting to be the one to make that first step. But I know you're interested. You know I'm interested. Life is short, I got shot and came far too close to death not so long ago, and I think we should just kiss the girls we want to kiss." As she spoke Maggie pushed herself up on her toes and leaned into Danvers, finishing the last few words in a whisper with her lips just inches away from Alex's.
Alex made an eager growly whine noise in the back of her throat, and then surged forward the last few millimeters to bring her lips to Maggie's in a searing kiss. The detective's hands fisted into Alex's suit and pulled the agent tight against her body, both of them groaning. Alex only waited a couple heartbeats before she dropped her arms under Maggie's ass and picked her up, Sawyer making a little noise of surprise and wrapping her legs around Alex's waist, neither of them breaking their heated kiss.
The agent carried Maggie to the bed and then pressed her down into the mattress, now trailing hot kisses over Maggie's jaw and neck and collarbone. Maggie moaned and bent down to kiss and nip at Alex's neck, making the alpha growl loudly.
Lifting her head up briefly, Alex panted, "Maggie, are you sure you want to do this?"
"There's nothing I want more," Maggie replied firmly, only pausing long enough to get the words out before bringing her lips back to Alex's neck. Moaning loudly, Alex gripped the bedcover hard. Maggie's attentions were stymied by the high collar of the tactical suit, and the detective felt around with her hands until she found the zipper.
"Be careful, it's going to be strong," Alex started to say, but Maggie wasn't waiting and just tugged the zipper down, getting it down below Danvers' chest in one sharp jerk.
Instantly, the scent of alpha rut filled the room, making Maggie feel a little lightheaded, like she was drunk. The tantalizing skin that she could see around whatever sports bra Alex was wearing under the tactical suit was calling to her though, and she tugged the zipper down again. Spreading the two halves of the tactical suit apart, Maggie fell on Alex's now exposed neck with open-mouthed kisses, and Alex growled so loudly at having the omega attack her neck that Maggie could even feel it in her toes.
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Hours later, Maggie was woken up by an annoying buzzing sound and felt around blearily until she found Alex's phone on the nightstand. Her eyebrows rose as she scanned the messages on the lock screen, and promptly unlocked it so she could reply—she'd long ago worked out what the agent's password was.
She nudged the snoozing alpha under her to wakefulness before saying, "So, your sister has apparently gone from wondering why you're not replying, to guessing that you're spending your rut with me, to knowing that you're spending your rut with me, to asking if you want her to interrupt and bring in food like you apparently did with her—which, when did that happen??—to saying that she's standing outside right now with food and that she's coming in whether you like it or not."
Alex growled lowly into Maggie's collarbone.
"So you're not hungry then?"
Alex huffed, but then nodded sheepishly.
"That's what I thought," Maggie said smugly, and gently kissed her alpha.