Meticulously wrapped hands reached for the handle of the front door of the Piltover Police Station. It was cold from the chill night air, and the Enforcer pulled herself inside to escape it herself. The building was dark, dreary, even. It was quieter this late, a vast change from the hustle and bustle that usually consumed it.
Vi had left her hexphone there earlier in the day. She was originally going to just leave it until tomorrow, but when sleep refused to take her into its hold, she decided to just go then.
Making her way back into the office, her steps were surprisingly light. Years of sneaking around had granted her that, she supposed.
The office door rose before her. Caitlyn's name was the one on the plaque upon it, as it was one she shared with the brunette. It was the Sheriff's first, anyways. She pushed it open to be greeted by a sharp intake of breath and the jostling of the desk chair. Her eyes adjusted from the dark to see the room illuminated dimly from a lamp on her partner's desk. "Cait? S'at you?"
"Vi! You startled me," the Sheriff replied, her voice, even at normal volume, seeming out of place in the otherwise silent building.
Vi shrugged, making her way to her own desk, the phone she was after sitting on top where she had left it. Grabbing it, she questioned, "What're you doing here so late?"
"Finishing up some paperwork," Caitlyn replied monotonously, shuffling the stack of papers on her own desk. She didn't bother to go into detail about what exactly the paperwork she found herself immersed in was, knowing that her sloth of a partner would soon turn her words into not much more than a hum to be ignored. "And yourself?"
Vi held up the phone in response, and her partner sighed heavily at her forgetfulness. Almost like a ghost, the pinkette had come to stand in front of the woman's desk once more. "C'mon, Cupcake, it's too late to be doin' that," the Enforcer grinned, swiftly pulling the cord on the lamp and plunging the office into darkness.
Caitlyn huffed irately, but she knew also that once Vi's mind was made up, there was virtually no budging her. She gathered her things haphazardly in the dark, placing that iconic hat of hers atop her head, and slipping into her coat. Her pink-haired partner held the door open for her and trailed behind as they made their way out. The door was locked behind them, and Caitlyn muttered a goodbye before turning and beginning to walking the direction of her flat.
The Enforcer watched for a moment before calling after her. "Woah, you're not walking home this late by yourself, are you?" she asked, something akin to incredulity lacing her tone.
The brunette turned back. "Yes?" she answered quizzically.
"C'mon, I'll give you a lift," Vi said, beckoning her back.
While Caitlyn did take a step closer, she shook her head vigorously. "No. You couldn't get me back onto that bike if you tried. The last time-"
"Shut up, Cait, I didn't bring the bike," Vi assured her.
"Then how..?" she trailed off. How was Vi supposed to give her a ride home without her vehicle? She surely wasn't implying that she would carry the Sheriff home-although that would be especially characteristic of the brute to do-was she?
Vi turned with a sheepish grin towards the parking lot, in which a single vehicle sat. And damn, was it a car. Souped up and shining, it was obviously some kind of racing car. Caitlyn's eyes narrowed. Street racing was very illegal.
"And what is this?" she asked, voice sharp and staccato as she walked around the car, boots clicking against pavement menacingly. It was hot pink. Go figure.
"It's uh, another project," answered the guilty Enforcer, scratching the back of her neck nervously. In truth, she had never meant to ever actually reveal her secret hobby to her partner. Vi knew it wasn't necessarily one of the more legal things she partook in. Old habits die hard and all that, right? "Come on, Cait, you can chew me out about it when it's not so late," she prodded, opening the passenger side door for the brunette. An irritated sniff was all she received in reply, but nonetheless the Sheriff slid in.
Vi sat herself down in the driver's seat not long after, turning a key in the ignition. The engine roared to life, but the Sheriff couldn't hear it over the sudden explosion of bass that rattled in her chest. Her partner, her idiot partner, scrambled towards the volume dial and quickly turned it until the sound was all but nonexistent. After Caitlyn recovered from the shock, she glared daggers at the guiltily grinning Enforcer. "Sorry," Vi muttered, backing out of her space and making her way onto the road.
The brute, as her partner quickly found out, had a bit of a lead foot. And now a car to accommodate it, unfortunately.
"I wish you would go at least only ten over the speed limit, Vi," the Sheriff said curtly through gritted teeth, a white-knuckled grip on the leather of her seat as curves were sailed around at unnecessary speed.
"Aw, c'mon, Cupcake! It's not like we're gonna get a ticket or anything," she teased, taking a hand off the wheel to nudge Caitlyn in the ribs. The offending arm was quickly slapped away. The rest of the ride was carried out in an uncomfortable silence, and relief washed over the both of them as Vi pulled up in front of Caitlyn's residence.
The vehicle was barely in park before the passenger door swung open, a pair of long, boot-clad legs appearing out of it. "You're a bloody idiot, Vi," were the parting words of the Sheriff before she let the door slam ungracefully shut as she turned on her heel to walk inside.
"Love you too, partner," she replied, but only to the silence of the now-empty passenger seat. She let herself appreciate the view of those swaying hips and long legs as long as she could, before screaming off into the night once more. A bloody idiot.