tw: mentions of violence
it’s a knock on the door that wakes lucy. the knock is soft, it’s gentle, the person on the other side of the door seems aware of just how exhausted lucy is likely to be at this hour.
“come in.” lucy says, her voice hoarse and thick with sleep.
she sits up, a paper from lucy’s most recent report sticks to her cheek and lucy only just manages to pull it off before the door is swinging open. into lucy’s office steps maggie, who’s got a blanket folded over one arm, and a what looks like a bag of food in the other. maggie takes a glance at kara, who’s fast asleep on lucy’s couch, and then,
“sorry,” she says quietly, taking a look at lucy as she walks over “were you sleeping?”
“was it that obvious?” lucy asks, and she’s standing, seeking the comfort of maggie’s embrace “i didn’t even realise i fell asleep.”
maggie smooths lucy’s hair “i’m not surprised.” she says, her voice a low whisper “it’s nearly four in the morning.”
“shit.” lucy says quietly “i- they wouldn’t let me in alex’s room.”
Director Sanvers “Sorry, were you sleeping?” please :-)
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Question of Smoke 