Find Me a Find, Catch Me a Catch

Chapter 9 - Bunk Beds

"New what now?" Kara asked.

Lena extended her hand. "I'll take one. Kara will be keeping her sister Alex as her beneficiary...at least for the time being. I don't want her to think I'm after her for her money."

Miss Jackson laughed. "Good one, Miss Luthor."

As Miss Jackson turned to her filing cabinets and put away one form on her way to find another, Kara whispered, "A new beneficiary form? What are you doing?"

"Keep me alive and this will be inconsequential," Lena whispered back.

"Here you are, Miss Luthor," Miss Jackson said as she held out the beneficiary form. "Do you want to fill this out now or—?"

"No, I'm going to have to do a lot of legal updates, and my lawyers will want to look over everything and make copies of it all. You know...lawyers." Lena laughed and Miss Jackson laughed along. "I'll get this back to you."

"No rush on our end. Just don't go dying, all right?"

Pointing with a stilted smile on her face, Lena said, "I'll do my best. Have a good day, Miss Jackson."

"You too, Miss Luthor, Miss Danvers."

"Bye, Miss Jackson," Kara said a bit subdued as she and Lena left and made their way down the hallway. "Oh, Rao...Don't you go dying? That seemed a bit...off color, don't you think?"

"I think we're just a little sensitive on the subject right now, what with the assassin and all."

"Lena." Taking Lena's hand, Kara stopped the other woman. "Pretty much every other week someone's trying to kill you."

"Well, that's true," Lena admitted as they began to walk again, their fingers still laced together. "Perhaps we should discourage those kinds of jokes in regards to me. They hit a bit close to home."

"Maybe you should make a few less jokes about your family and the evil and stuff?"

Lena laughed. "Oh, that's not changing. People can't laugh at me if they're laughing with me."

"Is that why you do it?"

"Age old negotiating technique." Lena winked. "Take notes, Kara. If this latest assassin is better than Supergirl, all of this will be yours one day."

"Not funny, Lena."

Lena shrugged. "It was a little bit funny."

"Not even a little bit."

"Maybe you don't get Earth humor."

"Lena, that's not..." As two people came down the hall, Kara had to pull Lena in closer to her as their hands were still linked. As the others passed with lingering glances and quiet whispers, Kara said, "Not funny, Lena."

"A tiny bit?"

"No." Kara glared.

Tilting her head to the side, Lena studied Kara and asked, "Are you hungry?"

Kara tried to hold her jaw firmly in place, but finally admitted, "Yes."

"Good. I ordered you lunch."

"You did?" Kara asked, a look of wonder and joy spreading across her face.

"Of course. We can eat in my office that Mr. Olsen was so nice to vacate when he took up residence down the hall. That way we'll be on display. That should get people talking, don't you think?"

"Uh..." Kara managed a nod and then reached to adjust her glasses, but had to do it with one hand as the other was still occupied.

"Are you all right?"