By the next day most people had known about what happened. But Cat wanted to broadcast the story and tell everyone. Typical. . . Kara hadn't shown up that day which made James, Winn and Christi worried. Christi more than most because she knew what happened. Not that she didn't think they didn't know it's just, they didn't actually know. She, Winn and James entered Cat's office.

"Ms. Grant what's going on?" Winn asked, as the three friends walked into their boss' office.

Ms. Grant sighed. "Supergirl has completely gone off the rails. And I have to publicly denounce her as a villain."

"Ms. Grant," Christi said. "Supergirl is not a... not a villain. She can't be."

"That doesn't change anything. People are in danger and the public needs to be warned."

"Ms. Grant look." James leveled down next to her. "I am sure that Supergirl is gonna be fine soon. But if you denounce her, it's not gonna matter."

"She'll have lost the cities trust," Christi finished.

"She threw me off of a balcony. I fell forty stories," Cat argued. "That is, until that person caught me. I was seconds away from death and Supergirl did nothing. Now, I appreciate that you are trying to cure her, but at this moment, can you guarantee that the public is safe? Can you guarantee that any of us are safe?" Cat waited for an answer as James and Winn hesitated. "No."

"Well, what about the woman that saved you? Do you think she'll help?" Christi asked.

Ms. Grant looked at Christi suspiciously. "How did you know it was a woman? I know you weren't there when I fell."

Christi pulled out her phone and handed it to Ms. Grant. "It was just posted ten minutes ago." Her phone showed a picture of the woman from last night.

Ms. Grant got up and walked towards her desk, raising Christi's phone. "You will get this back later, I need the picture. We will deal with this woman once I have announced where Supergirl stands."

Soon cameras went rolling and people stopped what they were doing to watch.

"Citizens of National City, this is Cat Grant, live from CatCo Plaza. As you all know, I have been Supergirl's most outspoken companion. So you can imagine how difficult it is for me to tell you that I and CatCo can no long stand behind Supergirl. I made you trust her. I gave you my word that she was safe, a friend. I was wrong.

"Supergirl has changed. She is unstable and extremely dangerous. She threw me off a building last night and threatened my life and. . . who knows what else she is capable of? It's not easy being let down by our idols. Having someone who embodies our heroic ideals, helps us believe that we can be heroes, too. But sometimes heroes fall. So, please, for your own safety, stay away from Supergirl."

The entire room was silent as everyone was off in their own thoughts. The person they trusted, literally with their lives, was now against them. It hurt, and Christi couldn't help but feel that she had failed her mission. She was supposed to look after Kara and now she was going dark side.

"Okay, that's enough. Turn it off," Cat sighed. "Play it on a loop. Everyone needs to know."

Winn stood from the couch in the room and turned off the camera. Everybody had solemn looks upon their faces. They heard the rumors but no one wanted to believe it. Soon the entire floor was back to their business, yet quieter than ever. The day passed slowly and the building was emptied. Christi gained her phone back halfway through the day. Ms. Grant gave it to her but before Christi could leave she was stopped.

"Hang on a second," Ms. Grant said.

Christi halted and turned towards her boss. "Yes?"

"What do you think about Supergirl?"

Christi stopped short. Ms. Grant never asked others for their opinion. "About Supergirl?" Christi asked slowly.

Ms. Grant only rolled her eyes. "Yes about Supergirl. Why did you, James and that techy over there try to get me to call off that report?"

Christi was confused. 'Techy'? Oh she must've meant Winn.

She cleared her throat, "I don't think that Supergirl is in her right mind. Ever since that fire she's been, odd -obviously - but why act out against humanity now? Now, of all times? Maxwell Lord may just say that she needed our trust and wanted to strike us when least expected. But if that were true, I doubt Supergirl would try this now. Only months after she began saving. It doesn't make sense. Winn, James and I believe that Supergirl may have just, experienced something that-that changed her. That this really isn't the Supergirl we know. And we still have hope she'll be back to normal soon." Christi looked at Ms. Grant who had a thoughtful look on her face.

"Something may have changed Supergirl?" Cat repeated.

"That's one way to sum it up, yes."

Cat Grant nodded from her seat. "Alright, that's it. You can go."

Christi went back to her desk, ready for the day to be over. She was headed home when she noticed people running out of a bar. Then Supergirl left just after them. Not wearing her usual red and blue suit. She was wearing a black, one-piece suit with her house emblem on her right shoulder. Supergirl only glanced around uncaring, then took off.

Christi made a split second decision and ran into the nearest ally way, she jumped and transformed, landing as a woman with white hair, toxic green eyes and a black jumpsuit. Then, she took flight.

Christi could keep pace with Supergirl, but finding her was something different. She could hear police sirens and gun fire against the howling wind, and changed her heading accordingly towards the noise, hoping it wasn't a false alarm. Like a bank robbery or some hostage situation.

She landed atop another roof, honestly rooftops seem to be the number one landing place. Black cars pulled up on the street below her and soldiers climbed out. They all began shooting green bullets - kryptonite, Christi realized - at Kara but they bounced off, ineffective. Still, they kept shooting and another black car pulled up. Out stepped more soldiers, and a woman Christi knew to be as Alex, Kara's adopted sister. Alex pulled out a gun much different from that of the soldier's, it had a red tint to it and looked bigger.

Kara laughed and swooped down at the soldiers, taking their guns and knocking them down, Alex along with them. Alex landed with a grunt and held her arm. More tires screeched as one last car pulled up. Out stepped a black man, but he was different from the rest. Hank Henshaw, director of the DEO.

"Classic Alex," Supergirl sighed, slowly descending towards the ground and towards her adopted sister. "Always in time to ruin the fun."

"Supergirl," Alex gasped in pain. "I want to help you."

"Supergirl! No!" Hank Henshaw yelled.

"Doesn't look like you need help to me," Supergirl commented, launching Hank behind her as he ran at her. The man hit a pole and groaned becoming still. Christi winced and stared at the adopted sisters below her, ready to take action at a moments notice.

"Please!" Alex said. "You have to stop."

"Nothing on Earth can stop me." Supergirl's eyes glowed red.

Christi couldn't take it any longer. She propelled herself into the air and dived towards the sisters. She landed gaining the attention of Supergirl and Alex. She leapt between the two sisters, taking a protective stance in front of Alex.

"Aww," Supergirl cooed. "If it isn't National City's newest hero? Didn't get to talk last time. I was too busy scolding a cat." Christi only glared at the Kryptonian. "What nothing to say?" Kara taunted.

Christi snarled at Kara, the animalistic sound startling those around her, but she kept her distance and position in front of Alex. Alex had no idea what to make of it. One second she was about to die due to her sister being affected by red kryptonite, and the next a woman was standing in front of her.

"Get out of my way," Supergirl spat. Christi only growled at her, stalling until she knew what to do. "Fine."

Supergirl suddenly lifted her arm and at lightning speed, struck the woman and sent her flying into a nearby car. She looked dazed for only a moment but a piece of cement came flying at her and she was out. Supergirl laughed at the weakened girl. That was too easy. She turned back to her sister-in-law and her eyes glowed again.

"You don't want to kill me," Alex said shakily.

Christi became aware of her surroundings almost immediately. Her mind ached, her hair was ruffled and she was pretty sure her left arm was going to feel that in the morning.

Not one to stay unaware of her surroundings, she watched as Hank Henshaw sat up and glared at Supergirl. His eyes burning red as he began to change. It was a strange sight, as his body became bigger, and more green. Christi watched with interest as the once black man morphed into what looked like a big green man. A Martian, she realized. She had met one once during her travels. Long ago. The Martian ran at Supergirl and tackled her into another car. Supergirl groaned and punched the Martian, he didn't look fazed.

"Don't do this," the Martian growled, almost pleading her.

Supergirl's only response was head butting him and punching him so hard he flew into a nearby building. Christi didn't pay attention as to which, and she slowly got to her feet and walked over to Alex. Alex, who had forgotten about the woman, stilled when she reached her. The rest of the agents were still unconscious, more of them likely on the way.

Christi trailed her eyes to the left and Alex followed her gaze. She was looking at the gun that would turn Supergirl normal again. Christi sighed and walked to the gun a few meters away, limping all the way. Slowly, and with great care, she picked up the specialized gun, careful not to cause any harm to her wounded arm. She set the gun down in Alex's lap and looked up to where Supergirl and the alien fought. Christi looked down at Alex, pointed at the gun, and then Supergirl, before taking off. Alex seemed to understand despite her baffled state. She stood and readied the gun as she watched the fighting from below.

The green Martian seemed to have been launched once again but this time onto a rooftop. Supergirl stood over him and laughed, this was too good. Suddenly and blurred figure ran into her side, causing her to let out an 'oomph' before glaring at the woman who was now protecting the Martian. Christi walked backwards and nudged the Martian, urging him to stand, not daring to take her eyes off Supergirl.

To say that J'onn J'onzz was puzzled was an understatement. A woman with white hair, radiation green eyes, wearing a black suit had appeared and protected Alex, then proceeded to protect him. The knock Supergirl had given him only dazed him for a minute. Still, he stood and looked at Supergirl. They needed to get her down where Alex could shoot her. The woman seemed to know that and launched herself at the Kryptonian.

Supergirl was surprised at the sudden movement and didn't react in time. Christi sent her flying over the edge of the building. One final down kick from J'onn and she was grounded, a small crater formed into the pavement where she had landed.

Christi and the green Martian landed and watched as Supergirl steadily got up, breathing hard. The Martian had somewhat of a fighting stance while Christi's posture was relaxed yet tense enough to react when attacked. People around them were recording and taking pictures.

Alex walked forward, powering up the gun, and shot Supergirl with a continuous beam of red light. Supergirl dropped and Alex ran towards her sister, who was gasping on the ground as another red gassy substance left her. Christi also ran towards the two, very much aware of the new agents surrounding them. Supergirl stilled, becoming unconscious. Alex looked at Christi and to the Martian. They knew they were surrounded.

"Go. Please," Alex pleaded, more towards the green Martian than the woman.

Christi did nothing, watching as the green Martian winked at Alex and morphed again. Turning himself back into the man she had known as Hank Henshaw. He got on his knees and raised his arms above his head. Immediately, a DEO agent cuffed him and lead him away. Then all sights were on the woman, still standing in front of Supergirl and Alex Danvers. Time to go.

Alex looked at Christi. "Go," she urged once more.

Christi nodded in understanding. As quick as a flash, she took off, bullets raining after her. Only one hit the intended target. A scream of pain sounded through the night and the firing stopped.

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Edited 3/28/18