a cop's cop

Captain Maggie Sawyer, NMPD.

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Maggie fixed the woman with a stony look. “Ma’am, with all due respect, you are right now obstructing an NMPD investigation. I don’t think that’s what you want to do, is it?” she asked. 

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“No not particularly, but you came to me, so if I can help please get to that part. I’m a busy woman..” Emma shook her head, “I’m sorry who are you, again?

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Maggie gave her a tight smile. She’d been a cop for a while and learned to deal professionally with even the most difficult people. “Captain Sawyer, NMPD,” she said, showing her badge. 

“We received an anonymous tip about an individual in this office who has made some disturbing comments to a colleague,” she said. “I can’t go into more detail, but have you noticed any of your employees acting odd lately? Maybe distracted, coming in to work late, paranoid, looking unwell…?” 

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Comic Ladies||Margaret Maggie Sawyer

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“Mhmm. Fascinating. You’re wasting my time, move along.” Emma stated looking up from some document she’d been reading. Clearly, she needed to repeat herself. “I so very much hate repeating myself, so unless your deaf, go away.”

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Maggie fixed the woman with a stony look. “Ma’am, with all due respect, you are right now obstructing an NMPD investigation. I don’t think that’s what you want to do, is it?” she asked. 

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           “Are you happy?” the blonde asked tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. It was a question she didn’t asked often in her life of work, especially considering how she had wound up there. Normally, she wouldn’t have cared about the happiness of others {except for a save few), and she supposed she still didn’t care. It wasn’t like she was going to do anything to change it if the answer was less than satisfactory. Rather, her question had come from a place of genuine curiosity, a desire to know how others managed in this life that all too many of them didn’t realize was a lie. Harley wanted to know more than anything if living a lie was preferable if the subject was happy. It was silly of her, she realized, already regretting her question. Stupid Harley. Her lips pursed at her own inability to keep her mouth shut. “That was a bit too personal, I suppose.”

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The question startled Maggie. The answer, truthfully, was no. She should have been happy to have a good roof over her head, medicine and food for her kid...and she was grateful, tremendously. But there was a lingering emptiness, something missing that she couldn’t name. All her life she had craved order, but now that she had found it, she had the sensation of quietly suffocating. 

“A bit,” she answered neutrally. “My kid...likes school. Everything else is a detail.”

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       “ look — i’m kind of in the middle of something really important right now ; work stuff , as in no time for rambling . ” pale hands close a notebook , placing it over a folder that rested on her lap , a rather UNAMUSED expression on barbara’s face . “ but i’m listening . what happened ?? ”

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“I’ll be brief, Detective Gordon,” Maggie assured the officer. “I’ve just heard from the morgue. The body that patrol found a few days ago is a match for your open Missing Persons. Dale Perth - that dentist who stopped going to work?” Maggie shrugged. “COD is asphyxiation - looks like he hung himself.” 

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WADE is so sick of being in a hospital. he’s just so tired of doctors coming in and prodding at his face, or any other part of his body. it’s not enough he got cancer - he also has to look like freddy krueger which would maybe be okay if he had a way to cover it up but no. NO masks in the hospital (despite how many times he has tried). and god, he’s tried.

Y E L L O W is a voice in his head, along with W H I T E. but yellow is the one who constantly tries to convince him to break rules whereas white is the voice of reason in the world of utter madness in his head. YELLOW has made itself very known currently, (WADE, WADE, WADE! DON’T YOU THINK IT’S TIME FOR A BREAK OUT! WE HAVEN’T BROKEN OUT IN A WHILE. LET’S BREAK OUT! IT’S TIME! C’MON PAL. BREAKING OUT TIME.) “Yellow, man, last time I broke out they put the restraints on.” He’s talking to himself in an empty room, a nurse walks by and he flashes a grin. (Do not even think about it, you always hate it once you leave. Everyone just stares. Why do you put yourself through this? God, Wade. STOP listening to that –) WHITE is cute off by YELLOW singing walking on sunshine at the top of his lungs. it’s giving WADE a headache, he pushes up out of his bed. 

GRABS a sweater and a pair of sweat pants pulling them on and walks out of the room whistling walking on sunshine. it’s not until he’s out of the hospital does he hear the CODE go off alerting all staff a patient is missing. 

WELL, looks like its time for some fun. he gets about a block and a half before he hits a chest, he’s still whistling and just keeps his head bent down. “Sorry,” he murmurs – he doesn’t want to get caught by someone who will recognize him as someone who is supposed to be in the hospital. 

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Maggie was only at the hospital to check on a robbery vic whose case she was working. The guy was recovering well, so she was in good spirits when she headed down the steps and out into the sunshine, thinking over what new details the man had been able to tell her. Her thoughts were rudely interrupted by a crackling voice on her walkie, announcing a code she had almost never heard used. 

She turned on her heel to head back to the hospital, and collided with a man-shaped being. “Jesus, watch where you’re -” She stopped when she got a good look at the guy’s face. Damn. But then again, Maggie had lived in the outside and seen people disfigured by the violence and unchecked illness of war. She would have apologized and moved on, but she recognized the body language of someone trying to slip under the radar, and her gut said something was wrong here. 

“In a hurry?” 

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Unless you have some supremely critical reason for being in my office, I am going to have to ask you to leave. I’m trying to get this story done so I can go home.

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Maggie rose from the chair she’d taken the liberty of sitting in when the man entered and gave him a cool, professional smile. “Mr. Laufeyson, right? No need to worry, I plan to be very brief,” she said. “But I do need a moment of your time.” She extended her hand. “Captain Maggie Sawyer with the NMPD.”

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∟ Maggie Sawyer in Action Comics #957 (2016).

[why-i-love-comics]

Secret Origins #3 - “Blood Money” (2014)

written by Jeremy Haun art by Trevor McCarthy & Matthew Wilson

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Often Maggie found herself missing things that she’d never had. Like sitting in the smoking section of a greasy diner, mulling over a case and dollar refill coffee. It must’ve been a scene from a TV show or maybe something her dad told her. He liked to regale her with tales of the old days on the force, before the war, and somehow those stories had gotten into her marrow and stuck, stubborn as hell. 

Anyway. It was something she thought about whenever she had the shitty synthetic coffee made in New Metropolis. Maggie steered her thoughts away from her daydreams and to the sound of knocking coming from her office door. She cast a glance about to check that the place was presentable (her couch often doubled as a bed) and then called out.

“Come on in.”

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      *.:｡✧ ⋅ ⋆ — “ now, i have ONE last trick for you all… or should i say a selection of final tricks for all you lovely people ?? ” a cheer of what she hoped was elation followed her words, words that acted as a signal to the grand finale of her show. a bright, glamorous smile tugged at the corners of her glossed up lips ( product of a new lipgloss she had sourced from the black market ) as she surveyed the audience, overjoyed at how many had stayed until the bitter end. “ what happens next is that i’d like you, the wonderful audience… to pick my very last trick — for today, we have… my ever-loyal pack of cards, my infamous hat or… the humble box of doom.      YOU DECIDE… !! ” 

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This really wasn’t Maggie’s scene, but she had a lead on a case she was hoping to close by the end of the week and it had brought her here. But she found herself pleasantly surprised - shoulders relaxing a bit as she hovered in the back. Entertainment was nice, even if it was just a stupid magic show. Maybe something Jamie would like... 

“Let’s see the box,” she said, her voice clear even though she was in the back.