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Tags: 1x08 - 1x09

Note: Prequel for Supercatweek

Words: 1226

Summary: Cat's thoughts as she figures out that Kara is Supergirl.

I Know You

Cat Grant was far from ordinary. She was exceptional at everything she set her mind to. She didn't know whether to blame or thank her mother for that. It was partly her fault after all. No matter what age she was, she wanted to impress her mother. To live up to the near impossible standards she set for her daughter. Which in return, Cat had always set up even higher standards for herself. She can admit it, she's always been aggressively stubborn. Whenever she had a hunch or an idea, she pushed it, saw it through until she got results. It wasn't as if they were bad qualities to have, far from it. It's just that sometimes her stubbornness goes too far and she ends up getting a little too carried away. Which is why she found herself surrounded by this mess that covered her bed. Taking a break for a moment, she closed her laptop that rested on her knees and looked at the papers littering the area. She had been going over every scrap of information she had on Supergirl, trying to find connections that linked her to Kara.

She didn't remember how she hired Kara – she also didn't know when she had became Kara and not Kiera or Kora – or really what made her want to know more about her assistant. She couldn't quite put her finger on it at the time but something made her want to divulge titbits of information about herself to the younger woman. The conversation that night between them about monsters and Livewire was something she wouldn't have even considered talking to her about but once again, her mouth had different ideas. But she blamed it on hearing about Kara's foster mother. She supposed she should've figured out about Supergirl's other identity then but she was tooa little busy trying to deal with the mess that was Livewire. She wouldn't admit it but Kara was right, she did care about Leslie a lot more than she thought. But keeping people at bay was something she did best.

Then there was the meltdown Kara had at work. Looking back, she realized that she may have been a little harsh on her, maybe even harsher than most but there was just something about the bubbly, clumsy, slightly awkward girl that made her want to be a little tougher on her, help her be something more, something better. There was a spark in the younger woman that came out of her sometimes and that day it burst into flames. She was stunned, after all not many people stood up to a woman like herself but then Kara reverted back into the babbling, apologetic assistant she had gotten used to. So, she took the younger woman out and decided to give her some much needed advice. She wants to believe that's when it started, that's when she realized that she wanted to mentor her but she would be lying. That evening she remembered being about five Martini's in and having a much needed talk about release and power. At the time, she didn't quite know it but it would help them both. What she also remembered from that night was that once again, she opened herself up to other woman and slowly the cracks in her 'take nothing less than perfection' façade started to show again. But then again, that's why she never liked drinking more than one Martini in public. What happened the next morning, the confrontation with her mother was also blamed on the Martini's and the hangover they left in their wake. She brushed off the defensiveness and hostility she felt towards her mother about what she was saying to Kara because no one demanded her people to things but her. It certainly couldn't be that she was starting to care about her a little more than she thought.

So when she realized just who her fumbling, timid, hardworking assistant really was, she knew she had to do something. Part of her wished that Kara would've just told her but she understands why she didn't. She wonders who else knows about her secret. She assumes James because of his useful connection to Superman. Her mind wanders off to the equally awkward, less likeable guy who sits near the other blonde, Wick, Wen, something like that. They seem close and she's caught him making sickening puppy dog eyes to Kara. Luckily for her, they seemed to be unreciprocated.

She paused at the thought that she was glad that his feelings for Kara seemed to go unnoticed. She shook her head slightly, that was a thought for a different time. What mattered was that she knew her assistant's secret. The journalist in her was thrilled, it would make a story of a lifetime but she knew better than to ever publish it. The truth was, no one should know who was really behind that 'S'. The world would be more content knowing that their superhero could be beside them on a train or walking by them on a busy street.

The more she thought about Kara's other identity, the more she felt troubled. Kara could be saving so many lives at various points in the day, so many disasters could be avoided. Instead, she's giving Cat her morning coffee, scheduling meetings, fixing problems that arise at the office. She could be doing so much more than this. And she will be. Kara was a damn good assistant, one of if not the best one she's ever had. It's no secret that she's had her fair share of them. They usually didn't last more than a month, two at most. But it's been two years since Kara's been with Catco, been with her. Losing her will definitely be a hit, for both Catco and Cat. She's gotten used to her shuffling, mumbling, caring assistant but it has to be done. She can't be the reason someone doesn't get saved. And maybe it's selfish because she doesn't want to have to feel guilty about ordering Kara to do something when she could be doing much more important things with her day. She wonders if there's a reason that she's still with Catco instead of always being Supergirl. But it doesn't matter now. Cat's letting her go for the greater good.

She'll give her a chance to explain, to prove that she's not Supergirl. It's a slim to none chance but it's still something. She looked at the clock that read 3:18am and sighed. She placed her laptop in its bag and went about cleaning the mess that had taken over her bed. She closed her light and hoped for a couple of hours of sleep without having to think about Supergirl/Kara and the potential disaster that will arise tomorrow.

AN: After almost a year, I'm back. Somehow I've become Supercat trash and I'm not even mad about it. They're just so perfect for each other, their chemistry is undeniable. Thanks for reading, reviews are very much appreciated. :)