Kara sees Maggie at work all the time.
Because she partners with the NCPD all the time.
Well, partners with them and clashes with them.
But mostly, she tries to partner with them.
And she knew Maggie, vaguely – recognized her, anyway – when Alex started falling in love with her.
And that knowledge made her… cautious, to say the least, about this woman her sister was crushing on.
Because Kara – well, Supergirl – had seen Maggie in the field. Seen her cold and a little too collected and a little too dedicated to the job.
It didn’t occur to Kara how similar Maggie was to Alex, at work.
It only occurred to her that she’d never seen Detective Sawyer smile. She’d only seen her bark orders, snap at rookie officers who were bagging evidence wrong.
She didn’t see her, back at the precinct, checking in on the same rookies to make sure they could stomach the gore they’d witnessed at their first crime scene.
She didn’t see it, and neither did most others.
Because, at work, if Maggie Sawyer was going to show a soft side, it was going to be in private, and it was going to be quick and efficient and caring but also… one way.
The comfort she offered wasn’t reciprocal. The advice she offered wasn’t sought. The drinks she drank, she drank alone.
So Kara was cautious.
About this hard ass detective who thought inviting someone to see a dead body was a great way to flirt.
But they kissed, and then they cried, and then they tried again, because life is short, and we should be who we are, and we should kiss the girls we wanna kiss.
So Kara tried to withhold judgment. Tried to get to know the woman that lit her sister’s eyes up like no one ever had before.
She noticed the changes in Alex first.
The giggling, the squirming, the blushing.
The changes in Maggie were more… subtle. More gradual.
But Kara – as Supergirl, and as the kid sister – noticed them, nonetheless.
The way the hard ass at work melted into Alex’s arms during Game Night.
The way she always remembered to bring Kara’s favorite donuts. Extras. Many, many extras.
The way she giggled and blushed when Alex kissed her nose, and the way she swooned when she kissed the back of Alex’s neck.
And, as Kara overheard, Maggie’s colleagues started noticing, too.
“Hey Sawyer,” one dared to ask as Kara flew over a crime scene one day. “You wanna bring your girl to drinks with us tonight? First round’s on me.”
It took Maggie a long while to answer.
No one from work had ever invited her to drinks before. They’d always assumed what she’d say; and they’d been right.
But this time, she blushed.
“You never wanted to meet any of my girlfriends before, Torres.”
“Well, none of them ever made you light up like this.”
Another blush, and Kara smiled to herself as she flew.
“Hey Kid Danvers,” Maggie popped into CatCo later that afternoon. “Alex and I are going for drinks tonight with some guys from the precinct. You want in? Great tips for National City’s rising star reporter are definitely on the menu.”
And there was something about the loose way she stood, the sparkle in her eyes, the endearment she used, that made Kara’s heart soar and her feet almost leave the ground.
Because her sister had met her match.
And her match was absolutely wild about Alex.
It was, more than anything… pretty perfect.