"You held on," Kara's voice cracked. She was trying to take in the fact that her sister was on the ground in front of her. Her hand - though it was far too cold was not the ominous cold of a dead body - was between her own hands. She was breathing. She had been stuck in that tank for hours, but she had survived.

"I held on," Alex agreed weakly. The brutal cold of the water had sapped her of all energy. Adrenaline had kept her going for the past two hours, during which time things had gotten desperate. But now the cold was becoming overwhelming, and it was fogging her mind as well as her body. She could feel Maggie tighten her arms about her, and what she felt like a kiss on the top of her head. Her breathing shuddered, as her body fought to warm itself.

"I can't fly her," Kara could see the question in Maggie's mind. "She's too cold already," Kara was already removing her cape from her shoulders, and started to tuck it around Alex.

"J'onn despatched an ambulance when we left. It should be here...," Maggie stopped, when she heard a siren. "Soon," she finished. "D'you hear that Alex? It won't be long. We'll get you all warmed up in a hot minute. Try and stay with us," she squeezed her shoulder lightly, rewarded when Alex's sluggish eyelids opened again. "That's it, Danvers. I need to see those beautiful brown eyes of yours. It's all over, babe."

"D'you .. is ...," Alex's words were slurring. She shook her head in frustration. "He?"

"He's in custody," Kara told her sister gently. "He's not going anywhere." She was concerned by Alex's increasing pallor, and the blue tinge that was starting on her face. She looked around her, but couldn't see anything she could use to keep her warm. And then she saw the EMTs. "Hurry! Over here!" she called. "She's freezing."

Within minutes, Alex had been expertly stripped of her sodden clothing, and was swaddled in warmed blankets. Both Kara and Maggie sat by her gurney, with Maggie clutching tight to her hand. A warmed IV snaked into Alex's hand.

Maggie had imagined that all would be fine once Alex had been found. But seeing lying so pale on the gurney, struggling to remain conscious, her heart constricted. She knew she would not relax until medical professionals checked Alex out thoroughly. It would take time for her to recover physically - and even more for them both to face the emotional fallout - but they could handle that. She just prayed that Alex would not be permanently harmed by the events of the last day. Maggie looked at her. She wasn't sure if she was imagining it, but she thought her color was marginally improved. Her lips were no longer blue. She rested her other hand on Alex's brow, and stroked gently. She just wanted to soothe her. "You were amazing," she whispered.

After Alex's eyes fluttered shut, Maggie took a deep breath. She could see Kara sitting behind her. Kara had never looked so small, so scared. "She's okay, Kara," she reassured her. "You saved her when you got her out of that tank. I would have never been able to break it on time."

"It was my fault that..."

"Stop that," Maggie's voice was harsher than she had intended. "None of this is your fault. None. The only one who's to blame is Malverne." Alex mumbled something, and turned slightly toward Maggie, as though she were seeking closer contact with her hand. Maggie stroked her again. "You're okay, babe," she said again. "Kara's right here with you too," she nodded to Kara, who reached out and placed a hand on Alex's back. "We'll be at the DEO before you know it."

"No gown," Alex mumbled.

"What was that, babe?" Maggie asked.

"No gown. Butt hangs out," Alex's voice was fading.

"I swear," Maggie promised her. "We won't let you show your butt to the world. It's a great butt, though, Danvers," she squeezed her hand lovingly.

"S'just for you," Alex slurred, and then she was asleep again.

Maggie looked at Kara and smiled as she shrugged. "She does have the best butt."

Kara smiled. She still couldn't relax, and she knew Maggie couldn't either. Maggie was pretending to be calm, but Kara could hear her heart racing. She touched Maggie's arm reassuringly. Maggie nodded back at her. The words were unspoken, but they knew they were both thinking the same thing. This one had been too close.

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Maggie kept her word to Alex, and insisted that the nurses dressed her in pajama pants and a sleeveless tee. If Alex woke up in a hospital gown, there would be hell to pay. Maggie even helped Alex into a sports bra. She knew that she wouldn't be able to keep their colleagues away from Alex's bedside, and Alex would be mortified if anyone saw more than they should. The head nurse, Susie, smiled at Maggie's stubborn insistence. "I'd feel the same way," she admitted. "In fact, I have it written into my file, if ever anything happens to me, I want pajamas. Not one of those godawful gowns."

Maggie tried to smile back, but 99.9% of her attention was still on Alex. She had been touched by the gentleness of the nursing staff, and Dr Hamilton had only just left the room, after spending over two hours with Alex. Once Hamilton had been sure that Alex was warming up, at an appropriate speed, she stitched her shoulder – Maggie had blanched when she saw what Alex had done to try and save herself – and took bloods. She wanted to make sure that Alex hadn't picked up anything nasty during her immersion.

"What's that?" Maggie demanded to know, as Susie drew up a syringe to inject into Alex's IV.

"It's just a light sedative. It's going to take a few hours before her body gets up to the right temp. We just want her to sleep while everything fixes itself. It's very light, we won't give her anything stronger, not until the hypothermia is completely gone. This should just make it easier for her to relax."

Maggie nodded. "M'sorry," she muttered.

"You don't have to be sorry, honey. You ask me anything you want," Susie laid a hand on her arm. "Dr Hamilton said she should be fine in a day or two."

Maggie nodded.

Susie looked closely at her. She had been a nurse for over 20 years, and she knew that Maggie was only just holding on. "I'm going to get you a better chair," she cast a disparaging look at the plastic chair under Maggie.

"I can stay, though?"

"As long as you need to," Susie reassured. "You can stay with her until she's ready to go home, if you want."

Maggie looked relieved.

"It'll only be a couple of days," Susie could tell what she was thinking. "I'll be right back."

Within five minutes, Susie returned, shoving a high-back, padded chair that looked strangely familiar. "Director Henshaw said you should take this," she smiled.

Maggie realized that it was J'onn's chair, and was touched by his kindness. She'd happily sit on the floor, as long as she could hold Alex's hand. Her warm hand, she realized.

Alex slept for close to 18 hours. Maggie got up briefly, three times to pee, once to eat the sandwich which Kara held out almost threateningly, and a few times to stretch her stiff back. She gave a good stretch, touched her toes and reached for the ceiling. Her mind was in a swirl. She couldn't imagine what she would have done if they hadn't gotten to Alex on time. She forced herself to control her breathing.

She looked out through the glass walls of the med bay, thinking, not for the first time, that it was the least-relaxing environment possible for a patient to recover. There should be proper walls, soothing lighting. A pot plant. Hell, a bonsai tree. She was getting loopy now, she realized. Nobody liked bonsai trees. Not even Alex, though she pretended to, and Maggie had noticed that she had introduced several of them to her own apartment, just because Maggie was one of the very few who actually did like them.

"Hey, you," Maggie heard the words, in the voice that she was desperate to hear. The voice she had feared she would never hear again.

She turned to the bed, and saw Alex waking up. She rushed to her side, and took her hands – Alex reached for her, and they grasped each other, making sure that they maximized skin contact. Alex's hands were warm. Her color was still not good, but it was so much better than it had been when they had found her.

"Are you okay?" Alex was asking.

Maggie couldn't believe her ears. "Am I okay? Are you kidding?" she tightened her grip on Alex. God, she was so beautiful. And so brave – and smart. Maggie couldn't believe how brave she had been in that tank. She would never have had the presence of mind to do all the things that Alex did. "That was really clever, with the whole Navy Seal thing, with your pants," she said, smiling gently at Alex. "What was that?"

Alex laughed. Maggie had to force herself not to cry. The sound of Alex's laughter was the most precious sound she had ever heard. "Well, I knew I just had to buy a couple of seconds. I knew you were coming," Alex told her. The way she looked at Maggie made Maggie believe that Alex had had total faith in her. Ice ran down her spine. What would she have done if Alex had been wrong?

"You didn't let me finish, before," Alex's voice was rough. Maggie wanted her to conserve her energies, but she knew Alex really wanted to talk. "I just really have to say it now," Alex said. Maggie's anxiety rocketed when Alex started to sit up.

"Hey, careful," Maggie stroked the inside of Alex's arm as she sat up. She couldn't stop touching her. She needed to reassure herself as much as reassure Alex.

"It's okay, it's okay," Alex insisted. Maggie tried not to panic when Alex's breathing seemed to take an effort. Alex looked her right in the eye. "Those firsts that you talked about," she started. Maggie nodded. She didn't think she'd ever be able to shake the memory of that conversation with Alex over the laptop. She had had to force Alex not to say goodbye.

Alex was still talking. "I want to have them all with you. I never want to stop having firsts with you." She reached out and touched Maggie's face. "I love you, Maggie Sawyer."

Maggie smiled. She had never experienced such emotions. The highs and lows of the past couple of days were going to stay with them all for a very long time. But she knew that this was right. She had never told anyone she loved them, not since her parents. She had never had the courage to put her heart on the line like that. But this was Alex. Beautiful, badass, strong, fragile, Alex. She didn't hesitate. "I love you, Alex Danvers."

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"You gonna mind wipe him?" Alex's tone was controlled.

"Do you object?" J'onn asked. At this point, he would do anything Alex asked of him. She had nearly sacrificed her life – he knew that she had begged Kara not to give in to Malverne's blackmail, insisting that Supergirl was more important than she was.

"No," Alex said. "Just … before you do that," she went up to Malverne, keeping eye contact with him. Then she hit him with a powerful punch.

Maggie smirked in admiration. Only her beautiful girlfriend would wake up from hours in a hospital bed, and still be able to deliver a punch that size.

Malverne's face was a picture. "You're going to regret that," he said.

"I doubt that," Alex turned to walk away.

"I was going to give you the antidote. Looks like you'll have to find another way," Malverne's voice was unnaturally calm.

"What in the hell does that mean?" Kara was angry.

"Give it two, maybe three weeks, and you'll find out. You'd be wise to hold off the mind wiping," Malverne smirked.

J'onn made a gesture, and the soldiers dragged him away.

"What the hell was that about?" Alex was trying to look strong, but her strength was ebbing at a frightening pace. She was grateful to feel Maggie's arm around her waist.

"Grandstanding," J'onn ground out, but he was anxious. He still couldn't read Rick Malverne's mind, and he couldn't be sure. He picked up his radio. "Double Malverne's guard," he instructed. "And no visitors, or contact with anyone."

Dr Hamilton marched down the hall, her face softening when she caught sight of Alex. "Aha. My fugitive patient," she smiled.

Alex had the sense to look abashed.

Hamilton grinned. "It's okay, Agent Danvers," she said. "I'll forgive you this once. And, if you swear to stay in bed until 4pm today, if things still look good, I might allow Detective Sawyer to take you home tonight. How does that sound?"

"Bliss," Alex was trying not to lean too obviously on Maggie.

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By 6pm, Alex and Maggie were ensconced on the couch in Alex's apartment. Alex lay with her head in Maggie's lap. She felt exhausted, more tired than she could ever remember. She knew that was due as much to the emotional trauma as it was to the physical travails. She could feel the warmth of Maggie's body, and tried to stay awake as Maggie carded her hand through her hair.

At 8pm, Maggie roused her, persuaded her to eat a piece of toast and drink some water, and then allowed herself to be led to bed.

Maggie tried desperately to stay awake herself. She just wanted to stare at Alex. Beautiful Alex, who was draped over her lap, drooling lightly on Maggie's tee. Normally Maggie would give her hell for that, but right now, she couldn't think of a single thing she wanted more than what she had right now. Eventually, she drifted off.

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"What the hell?" Alex was pissed.

"It's just a few days. Until the end of the week," Kara was trying to keep Alex calm. She put her hands up in surrender. "It's not me, J'onn is the one who has banned you from the DEO. But you can come back Monday."

"That's five days from now," Alex grumbled.

"He has banned Maggie for the same time, too," Kara gave a small smile.

Alex's face brightened.

"Maybe not so bad after all?" Kara teased. "Where is she, anyway?"

"She went out to get me that granola I like. I know. I know. I told her not to. But she wants me to have everything I want, and it seems to make her happy."

"She was so scared," Kara remembered how Maggie had been during the period Alex was missing. If she had ever doubted Maggie's love for Alex, she knew now how real and sincere it was. She hesitated.

Alex watched Kara carefully. She could see her thinking, and then making a decision. "What?" she demanded.

"It's nothing," Kara said, remembering back to Maggie's desperation in the prison.

"She told me, if that's what you're hiding," Alex said softly. "She told me she tried to break him out. She also told me that it was you that got him to talk."

"Did she also tell you that it was me that screwed up and cut the time you had left?"

"She told me how much you both love me, and how you both did what you could to help. There's only one bad guy in this Kara, and it's not you or Maggie. You saved me. I knew you would."

Kara's face crumpled. "I can't stop thinking. What if...?" she choked on her own words.

Before she knew it, Alex had her in her arms and was rocking her gently. "You were always going to find me," she murmured. "I knew it." She pulled back and pushed a strand of Kara's hair behind her ear. "You're the best sister anyone ever had."

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J'onn made a decision. He would hold off on the mind-wipe for a month. He didn't know what Malverne had alluded to when he talked of the need for an antidote. But he did know he didn't want to take any risks. And if it took just a few more weeks, just to be sure, then he could wait.

He put Malverne in the least private cell – it was one that most of the agents would pass every day, ensuring no peace and quiet for him. The four glass walls gave him no respite. J'onn called Alex to check that that would be okay with her, and reminded her that she could use the back entrance to the DEO to avoid passing him every day. Alex thanked him, but told him firmly she would come in the same way she always had. She didn't want Malverne to think that he was intimidating her.

Maggie checked her holster for the third time. "Are you sure you feel...?"

"I'm totally fine," Alex interrupted her. Maggie had been so sweet over the past few days, but Alex knew that if she didn't get out of the apartment, and get back to work, she would be certifiable by the end of the week. She loved spending so much time with Maggie, but her girlfriend's hovering was beginning to bug her. She could cope with this.

In truth, Alex dreaded walking past Malverne's cell. She knew it, Maggie knew it, and if he was reading her mind, J'onn knew it too. He wouldn't though, he wouldn't invade her privacy like that. But he was intuitive even without mind-reading. Hell, everyone probably knew she was nervous. So she double-checked her uniform, stuck her chin out and strode into the DEO.

Alex could feel Malverne's eyes on her as she strutted past, but he didn't speak to her. By the time she got to her lab, she was sweating. She sat at her computer, and took some deep breaths. Her email pinged. Piece of cake, Danvers. I knew you could handle it. Maggie always knew the right thing to say.

Maggie was antsy all day. She had to stop herself from dropping into Alex's lab every half hour, and somehow kept her visits down to four in the day. Every time she saw her, and saw that she was fine, she felt foolish. And her excuses for visiting were beginning to wear thin.

Alex smiled when Maggie rapped on her glass door for the fourth time that day.

Maggie sidled in, sheepishly. "Just checking that you're okay with Thai for tonight?"

Alex laughed openly. "And I thought you were just checking that I was okay. And it was me that suggested Thai an hour ago, remember?"

Maggie smirked. "You got me, Danvers."

"You don't have to have a reason to visit me, Maggie," Alex's voice was soft. She stroked Maggie's face. "I know how rough this whole thing has been on you. If you want to drop in every ten minutes, then have at it. I'm the luckiest woman in the world to have a girlfriend who cares so much."

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Maggie was so relieved by the time Friday came. She and Alex were both aware that they were being eased back into the workplace. Only one mission had come up in the week, and mysteriously it required neither of them. They couldn't expect that to continue, but Maggie was grateful that, so far, Alex had not been put in any danger.

It was naïve in the extreme to assume that Alex would allow herself to be kept out of danger for much longer, even if J'onn sanctioned in. Maggie knew that. She would feel the same herself. But, right now, it was good to be lying on their couch, in each other's arms. She lay across Alex's chest, reassured by the gentle, strong, steady heartbeat under her ear. There would never be a better sound than that.

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"Agent Danvers, I trust you had a pleasant weekend," Malverne sneered as she strode past. She ignored him. He had started greeting her every morning, but she didn't even accord him the courtesy of a glance in his direction.

J'onn was walking toward her, with a degree of urgency. "It's the Infernians. Arson at a plastics warehouse. This could be an ecological disaster. Supergirl's already on her way. She'll deal with the fire, but the perpetrators may still be there."

Alex leapt into action. She grabbed a Hazmat suit and breathing tank, and met a team who were already assembled in a van. As she was about to climb in, she spotted Mon'El. "Tell Maggie I'll be right back. And tell her it's nothing serious," she instructed him.

Maggie had insisted on stopping at Starbucks, to get Alex's favorite coffee. She would be at the DEO within minutes, and Alex didn't want her to worry.

Four hours later, a tired, sweaty and smoke-covered Alex climbed out of the DEO van, not expecting to see Maggie in the underground parking lot. Maggie ran up to her. Alex could tell she wanted to hug her, but didn't want to embarrass her at work. "We're all fine," she told her immediately. "No injuries. And we caught them all." She took Maggie's hand, which surprised Maggie, Alex was usually wary of any displays of affection at work. Alex grinned and looked at their joined hands. She leant forward to give her a quick kiss, and shrugged. If she had learned anything from her experience, it was that she couldn't be too clear about how important Maggie was to her life.

The rest of the week went well, as everyone settled back into their old routines. Alex had surprised herself when Maggie was needed on a mission on the Wednesday, and she wasn't. She started to realize just how stressful it was for Maggie when she was in the field.

By Friday, Alex was pleased that the weekend was coming up. She felt satisfied at her peformance over the week, and was also relieved that the others had stopped treating her as though she was fragile. She was also learning to ignore Malverne when she walked past him, and was much less affected by his presence than she had been. He was a sad, pathetic man. And in a couple of weeks, J'onn would have mind-wiped him, and he would be incarcerated in a federal prison.

Maggie came home over an hour after Alex, having gotten caught up in paperwork. When she got back to the apartment, her heart melted at the sight of Alex, asleep on the couch, her arm clutching a pillow as she slept. Alex had recently admitted to her that she hated to sleep without Maggie, and that she had to hold something instead. "I should get you a teddy bear," Maggie had teased her.

"Nothing's as good as the real thing," Alex had laughed back.

Maggie decided to cook dinner before waking Alex. She slung together a quick stir fry, putting two heaped plates on the coffee table by the couch. She sat on the edge of the couch, and stroked Alex's face. She was looking a little pale, but Maggie forced herself not to worry. It was the end of the week, and Alex was bound to be tired.

Alex blinked. It took her a few seconds to focus on Maggie, and she smiled when she recognized her. "Hey, babe."

"Hey to you. Hungry?"

Alex was surprised to find that she wasn't really hungry, but she could see the plates that Maggie had set out. "Starving," she lied. She managed nearly three-quarters of the food before her eyelids started drooping again.

Alex allowed herself to be led to the bedroom. She swatted away Maggie's hand when she tried to unbutton her shirt for her. "I can do it," she muttered.

"I know you can," Maggie tried to keep her tone light. She could see that Alex was exhausted. "I just … I kinda like to unwrap you," she grinned.

Alex smiled back. "Oh. Well. In that case," she dropped her own hands, and smiled lovingly at Maggie.

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When Maggie awoke the next morning, Alex was still sleeping soundly, her hair a mess over her face. Maggie felt the need for some exercise so, without showering, she grabbed a pair of shorts, a sports bra and a tee, and headed out for a run, leaving a note so Alex wouldn't worry.

Maggie enjoyed the fresh, spring-like air as she pounded the sidewalk. She aimed to jog to the park, do a half circuit, and get back to the apartment, a route that usually took her just under an hour. She took deep breaths of the cool, cleansing air as she ran. She preferred to run with Alex – if she was honest with herself, she preferred most things with Alex at her side – but she was glad she had slept so well last night, and she didn't want to wake her until she was ready. They were both having disturbed nights, as memories of the abduction often came back, but things were improving.

Maggie got back to the apartment, surprised not to see Alex up and drinking coffee. She really must need her sleep, she realized. It was an hour later, almost 10am, that Alex emerged from the bedroom, blinking as her eyes adjusted to the light. She looked adorable, sleep rumpled and make-up free. "Coffee?" Maggie went to the kitchen.

"Please. It'll help me to wake up," Alex smiled. She must have been more tired than she had thought, though she didn't feel particularly refreshed this morning, even after over 12 hours in bed.

They spent the rest of the day involved in domestic tasks, including grocery shopping, which Maggie had always hated with a passion, so Alex refused to let her do it on her own. By the time 8pm came around, Alex felt like she had run a marathon.

Maggie eyed her cautiously. She was trying, so hard, not to coddle her. But Alex had obviously found the last two weeks at work harder than she had realized. So she yawned, pretended to be tired herself, and by 9pm, they were both in bed.

Alex woke a little earlier the next day, and she was determined to show Maggie that she was fine. She had a slight headache, but she proposed a trip to the park. She knew the air would clear her head, and it would be wonderful to spend some time together at one of their favorite places. They might even be in the mood for a game of pool afterward.

Alex loved the sky. She loved to look at it. Even in the day, when there were no stars, she could still pinpoint the direction of Krypton. It made her feel close to her sister, even when they weren't together, just to look upward. So she happily lay on a blanket in the warm weather, her head on Maggie's lap, enjoying the view and loving the feel of Maggie's hand in her hair. She hadn't meant to fall asleep, but when she felt Maggie's gentle nudge, and looked at her watch, she realized she had been out for almost three hours. The sun was starting to go down, and she shivered.

"We should go," Maggie said softly. "I don't want you getting chilled."

Alex nodded, and allowed Maggie to help her to her feet. She shouldn't nap during the day, it really threw out her equilibrium. Maggie pretended not to notice when Alex stumbled a little. She was casual when she took Alex's hand, pleased that Alex didn't pull away.

Alex was pale. Maggie's fingers itched with the desire to check her for a fever, but she knew Alex would be pissed if she did. And she was fine. It had just been a rough month.

Alex ate just over half of her dinner, claiming to be full from their earlier picnic lunch. Maggie didn't argue with her. But she was relieved when they went to bed that Alex rested her head on her thigh, because it gave her the excuse to play with her hair, and surreptitiously check her temperature with her hand. Alex's skin felt cool, and Maggie relaxed.

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On Monday morning, Maggie sat up blearily. She could smell coffee. She went into the living room, and saw Alex toasting bagels in the kitchen. She went over to kiss her. Alex was already dressed and ready for work. She still looked slightly pale, and she also had one a little more make-up than usual – was that blusher on her cheek? Alex was the least vain person she knew, so she worried that maybe the blusher was to conceal her pale face.

"You okay?" Maggie tried to keep her tone light.

"I'm great," Alex's smile looked a little forced.

Alex took another drink from her glass of water. She decided she was just dehydrated. Her headache had only intensified over the last day, and she wondered if she had been drinking too much coffee. She determined to hydrate, and keep off caffeine for a couple of days.

As ever, Alex and Maggie both ignored Malverne's greeting as they entered the building.

The morning was busy. Alex was glad to have something to occupy her mind. She swallowed two Tylenol in the hope that her headache would ease up. She realized that she had left her iPad in the car, so went down to the parking lot to retrieve it. On her return, she saw Malverne grinning. "How's the headache, Agent Danvers? It just won't quit, will it?"

She didn't even glance at him. She hated how he seemed to have such an instinctive knowledge of how she felt.

When she walked past him later, on her way to meet J'onn, she made absolutely sure to look strong and firm in her gait. In truth, her head was pounding. "Any fever yet?" he sneered as she walked past.

Once she was out of view, she put her hand to her forehead. She couldn't judge her own temperature. And anyway, it was hot in the DEO today, she'd been sweating all afternoon.

"You look terrible," Maggie was concerned when she saw Alex at the end of the day.

"M'okay," Alex lied. "Little headache. It'll go soon."

Maggie insisted on driving home, and could tell how lousy Alex was feeling as she didn't once argue, or crack jokes about whether Maggie could reach the pedals.

Maggie opened a tin of soup and some crackers, but Alex did little more than toy with her food. Maggie stood up and pressed her hand to Alex's brow. "You're kinda hot, babe," she said, gently. She didn't want to irritate Alex, but she was starting to worry.

"You're pretty hot yourself," Alex tried to tease, her face paling as her stomach gave an unpleasant lurch.

"Did you take anything for that headache?" Maggie could tell by Alex's eyes that she was suffering.

"Tylenol, just took two," Alex didn't admit that that was her third dose of the day.

"If you're not better by the morning, you're going to see Hamilton."

"I'll be fine," Alex tried to believe her own words.