A/N: Hello lovely readers and welcome to this story! I see a lot of Caitlyn x Vi on this site but hardly ever any Jinx x Vi, though the little psycho has a bit of an Enforcer obsession. Anyways I hope you enjoy this little idea, now read on!

Disclaimer: I do not own League of Legends or any of its characters.

"There is only a thin line between love and hate

and sometimes it feels like we're dancing on the line."

- Anne Dawn

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Is This Love?

- Chapter 1: Wake Up Call -

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January 13th, 6:21 p.m

Insane laughter resounded all throughout the abandoned concrete building. A certain pink-haired detective sprinted from room to room, frantically checking each for the laughter's origin. Not that the source was making it incredibly difficult, she'd never been a particularly stealthy person, and was always one to set things in motion with a bang.

"C'mon Fat hands can't you find little old me?" A mocking voice asked. And even though the Enforcer didn't know where the speaker was, she definitely knew exactly who was taunting her.

Jinx. The Loose Cannon. Her smart-ass nemesis.

Though this isn't where their story starts, no, it begins a bit earlier than this.

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January 13th, 4:49 a.m (Flashback)

*Ring* *Ring* *Ri...*

A hextech covered fist smashed into the home phone, effectively crushing it. Vi slowly opened (blue) eyes at the loud crash and groggily took in the scene before her. A phone lay smashed on the nightstand, rusty gears and sharp wires peeking out from the broken plastic, dramatizing the small-scale destruction. Her right hand lay in the center of the mess, clad in an over-sized mechanical gauntlet. There was no question of where the noise had come from, or how the damage occurred.

"Damn it..." she muttered, letting out an exasperated groan before draping her bare arm over tired eyes. "This is the third phone I've broken in the last month. This tech shit is starting to get pretty expensive, especially since I'm living off a cop's paycheck. I could always lift a purse or two, nah, the Sheriff would kill me... Totally not worth it.."

Note to self, remember to take off my gauntlets before completely crashing.

For the first time that morning there was no sound in the apartment apart from the bruiser's shallow breathing. Vi heaved a content sigh of relief, closing her eyes in the vain hope of catching a few more hours of rest. Unfortunately, she wasn't so lucky.

*Ring* *Ring* *Ring*

She groaned and shuffled through her sheets, searching for the cell phone hidden somewhere in them. "I swear to God if this is another telemarketer..."The Enforcer mumbled, her halfhearted threat cut off by a familiar feminine chuckle.

"Good morning sunshine, you sound exceptionally happy today." Stated the caller, sarcasm positively dripping from her voice.

Immediately Vi's face flushed, turning as pink as her hair. "O-oh... Caitlyn why are you calling me?" She asked, voice holding just a hint of unrestrained bashfulness.

Only you would threaten your boss first thing in the morning, real smooth Vi.

Caitlyn, the Sheriff of Piltover, and Vi's commanding officer. A crack shot sniper with a no nonsense attitude, and also quite the workaholic. An early morning call from her almost always came with grim news attached.

The sniper answered her unspoken question, acting as if she could read her partner's inner thoughts. "An old friend of yours has left yet another artistic masterpiece on city property."

"That scrawny freak..." the bruiser practically spat out, as if even the mention of the criminal in question left a bad taste in her mouth.

The originally unnamed bluenette psychopath, christened Jinx by the media, had been eerily quiet since she had utterly humiliated half of Piltover's finest, specifically Vi, the previous week.

She'd taunted the Enforcer with an unfortunate caricature, raided the treasury at her pre-promised time, and then proceeded to bury the bruiser under the remains of a building. To add insult to injury the Zaunite didn't take even an ounce of the vault's gold. It had been a total defeat, a stain on the police department's otherwise spotless record.

"This time she's decided to spray a trashy 'masterpiece' on one of the outer walls of the Piltover Dock's storehouse. Report to the station immediately and we'll ride over to the scene together. I'm expecting you in twenty minutes or less"

"Alright, I'll grab my bike and head straight over. Thanks Cupcake, see you later." Vi grinned, quickly ending the call before the sniper could protest her unfortunate nickname.

"Cait..." She smirked, shaking her head in an amused manner "You would think you'd know me better than this. There's no way in hell I'm going to let this bitch get away. I'll go after her myself and save you the trouble of an arrest. Last time she got lucky, this time I'll pound her face in!"

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January 13th, 5:29 a.m

The ride was long and tedious, mostly due to an obscene amount of morning traffic. "Why are there so many people on the roads at 5:30 in the morning!" Vi angrily fumed as she maneuvered her bike around yet another half awake driver and their stalling car. "I bet the freak had something to do with this, yeah, she's just trying to get into my head. She's trying to psyche me out before I even get to the Docks."

Though on the bright side, the long trip gave he bruiser time to contemplate a course of action. She wasn't a big fan of strategies or subtlety; why dance around an issue when you can destroy it with your fists? But, in a battle of brawn versus brawn fists don't beat explosives.

Jinx always seemed to occupy a place in her mind for one reason or another. That hysterical laughter annoyed the crap out of her, those unnatural red eyes never failed to send chills down her spine, and the fact that the Loose Cannon caused so much destruction for her own amusement made Vi want to throttle her. But, despite all that Vi wouldn't say that she ever truly hated her. Was annoyed by her? On a daily basis. But, she'd never experienced any true hate.

The bruiser let out a heavy sigh, cutting short her inner monologue. The City of Progress' main storehouse loomed overhead, the bulky building striking quite the mysterious figure in the dim morning light. A menagerie of strange symbols, all in pink paint, decorated the main door and much of the front wall.

Jinx's handiwork had always been unique, but such a display was unusual even for her. It was if she was trying to call attention to herself, to desperately attract something, or someone, to the scene with such vibrant markings. Vi parked her bike in the storehouse's back alley, hoping that subtlety would earn her the element of surprise, and equipped her signature hextech gauntlets.

I've been chasing you for so long Jinx. Now this wild goose chase is finally over...

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January 13th, 6:23 p.m (Present)

And that's how I got stuck in this rat trap with a psychotic criminal running circles around me.

Yet another wall comes crashing down under the Enforcer's wild fists; the loud crash nearly covering the bluenette's latest taunt.

"C'mon Fat hands I'm really getting bored. It's lonely with just me and Fishbones. He doesn't make very good company."

"Doesn't she get that it's creepy to talk about a rocket launcher in third person...?" The pinkette muttered. She sits down against a wall in the main storage compartment of the warehouse. The Enforcer was tired, her breathing labored and heavy, from the nearly hour-long search. No matter what she did the other girl always managed to escape, always managed to toy with her.

Even if I tear this entire warehouse apart she'll find a crack to hide in, to hide like the rat she is. Who knew rats where this smart? Maybe it's all pointless... I won't find her unless she wants to be found...

"Damn it!" Vi yelled as she slammed her gauntlet-covered hand into the wall next to her, effectively shattering it and sending stone shrapnel flying in all directions. A particular sharp piece of debris flew backwards towards it source, drawing blood in a thin line along the pale skin of the bruiser's cheek.

A sharp whistle rang out through the large space and Vi's head snapped up. There stood Jinx, shaking her head at the enforcer with mock disapproval. "And first blood goes to Fat Hands! That was a nice display and all but aren't you supposed to protect the city or something, not destroy it?" The Loose Cannon barely managed to step back before Vi's powerful fist swung, rippling the air in front of her face and mussing her already hectic bangs.

"Ha! You missed me!" The criminal mocked, that signature grin already creeping its way onto her face.

Vi nearly growled with primal frustration as she swung again and again, each time barely missing or even managing to graze her nemesis. "Stay. Still. Damn it!" She yelled, following each word with a sharp, yet futile, jab.

Jinx giggled with maniacal glee, slipping her handmade stun gun/taser from the leather pouch on her hip. "Zap!" She called gleefully, firing a shot of pure energy straight into the bruiser's chest. The girl twitched and writhed as the electric current ran throughout her entire body, burning her nerves and causing her muscles to spasm.

The force of the close-ranged zap sent Vi flying backwards into one of the wall of the building, her head hitting the concrete with a sickening crack. The electricity still ran its numbing current throughout her body; that's probably why the pain wasn't all that bad or why she couldn't seem to open her eyes. The girl in front of her was reduced to a pale blue blob, a blob that seemed to be slowly approaching her fallen form, before it disappeared all together in the darkness of her ladened eyelids.

"Nighty night... Vi." Softly cooed the familiar voice of the Loose Cannon. Later Vi would attest to feeling a soft, warm pressure against her cheek right before losing consciousness.

A/N: Soooo thoughts? Like it, hate it? I will be updating randomly, if not inactively, so stick with me! Also reviews are appreciated and will encourage me to update faster. See you next time!

~ The Palmtop Tiger