727. Chapter 727

He’s had a key to both the Danvers girls’ apartments since Alex declared that her key to Kara’s place was kicking the door in.

He rarely uses it – only when he knocks and Alex shouts that she’s getting dressed but he can let himself in, or when Kara texts to ask him to open the window for her so she can fly right home without having to use the elevator (something she’s avoided doing ritualistically since Alex… since Alex) – but tonight, he does.

Because tonight, James is away on assignment and he needs to be with his girls.

It’s nothing in particular; he hasn’t been misgendered in years, hasn’t heard from his father in months; no one died at work today, and that’s always a plus.

But some days are… some days, he just needs closeness.

So he’s already fallen asleep on the couch by the time Maggie slips into the apartment. Into her home.

She cocks her head when she sees him, and immediately sends off a text to her wife and sister-in-law, to let them know to bring home some extra pizza.

She kicks off her boots as quietly as she can, but Winn sits bolt upright anyway.

“Hey, hey, it’s only me, I’m sorry,” Maggie holds up her hands, and Winn immediately relaxes.

“You alright, man?” she follows up as she tosses down her gun, her badge, her oversized windbreaker.

Winn nods, then shakes his head before shrugging and tossing up his hands, laughing wetly.

“That’s okay,” Maggie smiles. “You want quiet or cuddles?”

“Both?” is all he says, and it’s all he needs to say.

“Well, come here, Schott.”

She hops over the back of the couch and lands right on his lap. He gives an oof and they both chuckle as she repositions herself.

“Big spoon or little spoon?”

“You’re too tiny to be anyone’s big spoon, Sawyer,” he risks, and she rolls her eyes and shoves his shoulder with her own even as she settles into his arms.

“I’ll have you know that that’s far from true,” she grins.

“Well now I’m just picturing a baby koala hanging onto – okay, okay, no hitting, just cuddling.”

They both descend into laughter, and Maggie turns her face up so she can kiss his cheek.

“You’re lucky you’re family, Schott,” Maggie grins, asking him with her eyes if he wants her to flip on the TV.

He nods, and they watch a procedural in silence. Well, mostly silence; she grumbles about forensic proceedings and he scoffs at unrealistic tech.

They’re both asleep, sprawled out together on the couch, by the time Alex and Kara come home armed with boxes and boxes of pizza.

Alex’s eyes flood with tears and Kara pulls her close.

“You married a keeper, you know that?” she whispers to her big sister, and Alex nods while she bites her lip.

“Yeah, I really did, huh?”

“Get over here, Danvers and Danvers,” Winn mumbles, half asleep.

“And bring the pizza,” Maggie echoes, and when they try to high-five with groggy hands and half-closed eyes, they wind up missing disastrously; which, of course, as their laughter rises with Alex and Kara’s, only makes everything feel that much more peaceful.