A Marked Lack Of Forethought

Chapter One: Bad Cop, Bad Cop

It was just after dusk, and grey storm-clouds hung heavy in the sky, a sight that seemed like it would never give up and make way for the stars it hid. All the shops on stall of the downtown roads were closed, and most citizens were tucked away safely in bed for the night, away from the coming rainstorm. Though it tended to be a rather boring routine, the Enforcer liked to think of her late-night rounds as a quick evening stroll. They tended to be easy enough, and she would find herself daydreaming about bursting into action to save the day, punching baddies and saving orphans, that kind of heroic stuff, and perhaps entertaining the occasional thought of her charming supervisor.

Just as she was about to sink into one of those explosion-filled daydreams, she spotted a few figures darting into the shadows of an alley just off the main market street. She let herself grin a little. Finally, some action, she thought, hustling to the corner where the figures had disappeared and quickly donning her gauntlets and silently flicking the switch to power them on. Focusing, she heard a few voices, raspy and whispering in the alleyway.

"Now like I said, there ain't nothin' to it. We tape up da windows so dey don't make no noise, smash 'em in and take everything in da place. It's get in, get out, get back to da place and split up da goods. Got it?" a low, scratchy voice muttered, coughing between words.
"What if we get caught, boss?"

Slap!

"Why d'yas think I planned dis at night? Ain't nobody out 'ere to catch us. Now let's go, we's got some jewels to nab."

They scurried down the alley, apparently headed for the jewelry shop off of the main market street. From the sound of their footsteps, she guessed there were 4 of them; certainly not enough to handle her. She rounded the corner and headed down the alley after them, turning another corner just in time to see the group of rogues bash the windows of the shop in. They didn't seem to notice her presence, so she casually walked up behind them, arms crossed over her chest and a smug grin on her face.

"What're you guys doing out here this late? You know this shop is closed, right?" She said sarcastically. All four men turned to look at her, their jaws slacking in a mix of shock and terror, and she let out a chuckle in response. "Do you know who I am? From the looks on your faces I take it you know who I am."

"Please don't hurt us," the leader said, and shakily reached into his coat pocket to pull out a crinkled roll of bills. "Please, we'll give you dis. It's all I got."

Vi raised an eyebrow and looked the group up and down, an idea suddenly starting to formulate in her head. Suddenly, she snatched the money from the man's grimy hand, inspecting its genuineness and counting it up. "Yeah, whatever," she said, turning away from the group. "You guys have 'til the count of 3 to get your asses outta here before I change my mind."

With that, the men took off running, pure relief covering each of their faces as they realized that they were spared; or so they thought. She quickly found her way to a rooftop and watched the direction that they fled in. Her mind was already in motion, fleshing out the idea that had popped into her mind shortly before, and she grinned at her own thoughts as she watched the crooks disappear inside of a hidden door in a small alleyway. She quickly memorized the location and jumped down to head back to HQ and tell the Sheriff of her brilliant plan.

"And you're to tell me that you just let them leave like that? You saw a crime in progress and didn't think to stop it?" Her superior hissed at her from behind her desk, a look of pure annoyance donning her face.

"Well I mean, I did try to stop them but they ran away!" She pleaded, lying through her teeth. "I saw where they went though, so we can still catch them!"

"If you saw where they went, why didn't you just go after them?"

"Because I wanted to report it to you first?"

Caitlyn closed her eyes in exasperation and let out a sigh, rubbing at her temple to quell her rising headache, before opening them again to glare up at her subordinate. "Well, whatever the reason I suppose we should go apprehend them now, shouldn't we?"

"Yeah we should let's go do that!" Vi said quickly, rushing for the door before the Sheriff could even stand up.

"This is it!" Vi said proudly, standing before the hidden door she had seen the crooks scurry into earlier that evening. The trip had been rather quick, as Caitlyn had suggested that they take one of the carriages to carry the crooks back to the station in. "This is where I saw them go. Pretty sharp, eh, Cupcake?"

Caitlyn rolled her eyes in response. "Well? Then break it open, since that seems to be the only thing you can do correctly."

The Enforcer grinned as she powered up a punch aimed right for the door. Everything was working in accordance with her brilliant plan so far. She'd rush in and knock out the guys before they could react, they'll take them into custody and the lovely Sheriff herself will congratulate Vi for her hard work, personally. She let loose the punch and the door crumbled in on itself, spreading dust and debris everywhere, and she stepped in, readying another punch before anyone in the room had time to react.

"The hell is dis? What da fuck's goin' on?" she heard the voice of the leader through the thick cloud of dust but couldn't see him, so she blindly let loose the blow in the direction the sound came from. She could tell immediately that she had made impact with someone, knocking the air out of them and causing them to crumple to the ground. Three other panicked voices sounded in the dust and she released strike after strike until she was sure they were all knocked out cold. She stood motionless as she waited for the dust to settle. She looked around to once again confirm that all four of the rogues where motionless on the concrete before pulling two pairs of handcuffs from her belt. Caitlyn followed in behind her, two more sets of handcuffs at the ready.

As Vi approached the leader and knelt down to lock his hands in place, he managed to look up at her, eyes widening in surprise. "You! You said you'd let us go, you cunt! What about all dat cash-" she punched him hard in the back of the head to shut him up, the feeling of panic starting to rise in her throat. Caitlyn stopped and whipped around to look at her with a look of fury in her eyes.

Vi quickly stood up and held her hands up in a gesture of pleading. "Listen, I'll explain, okay? Let's get these guys all locked up first, right?" she chuckled nervously. Her superior turned around briskly and quickly finished apprehending the KO'd crooks.

The ride back to the station was killed with an unnerving silence, Vi sitting in the carriage with the unconscious criminals mostly to avoid making eye contact with the angered Sheriff.

Vi sat atop the empty desk in vulnerable silence, gauntlets discarded to the side of the desk, as the Sheriff stared her down from the other side of her office. "Care to explain yourself?" she spat?

"Well, you see, I…" she started, sweat forming on her brow. "I was gonna just knock 'em out and bring 'em back, but then they offered me some money and I figured it couldn't hurt to take the cash and take them in, right? I wasn't really gonna let them off the hook."

"And?" Caitlyn tapped her foot, clearly annoyed at the Enforcer's clear lack of any sort of common sense.

"And I was hoping that I could uh, use the money to, um…" she trailed off to a whisper, her cheeks starting to turn red.

"Speak up," Caitlyn ordered.

"I thought 'hey, maybe I could take you out on a nice date somewhere with all that money!' It seemed like a good enough idea in my head!" her face was bright red at this point, and she looked down at the floor with a nervous frown. To her surprise, she heard a soft chuckle from across the room. She looked up to see the Sheriff walking towards her, stopping just a foot in front of her, arms crossed, shifting her tone back to one of seriousness.

"If you were anyone else, you'd be fired on the spot, do you understand me?"

Vi nodded quickly in response.

"That's not to say that you won't go without punishment. Your lack of forethought got you into this mess. It won't kill you to think before you act once in a while."

She began to nod again but was caught off guard when she was pushed roughly against the desk, the Sheriff's lips pressed forcefully against her own. She froze completely and felt her face heat up again. When her superior had finally backed off, she could only stare at her with a shocked and flustered expression. It was only a few seconds of shock before she noticed the tugging on her wrists when she tried to move them. She tried to pull her arms from behind her and then it hit her. She was helplessly handcuffed to the desk. She opened her mouth to ask what the hell was going on but a second wave of realization washed over her just before she did.

"I said I needed to punish you for your bad judgment, did I not?" Caitlyn loomed over her, a look of smugness encompassing all of her features. "It'll be quick and painless," she muttered, cupping the Enforcer's face in her hand. "Well, relatively."

"So is this like, 'Good Cop, Bad Cop'?" Vi asked breathlessly, her eyes lit up with anticipation

"Sort of. Except there is no good cop," she replied, pressing her lips to the other woman's for the second time.

There was no shock this time, but the embarrassment was still there, and she could feel her face light up again and she could audibly hear her heart pounding in her chest. Her breath caught in her throat when she felt Caitlyn start to kiss down her neck and run her hand up the outside of her thigh. She slowly felt her body calming down under her superior's touch, one she'd longed to feel for who knows how long.

She was shocked from her thoughts when she felt teeth sink into the skin of her neck, causing her to let out an embarrassingly loud gasp. Her face felt even hotter than it did before, but she didn't have much time to recover before the Sheriff starting leaving a trail of kisses down her collar, the occasional bite making her let out an involuntary gasp. She felt a leg move up to start rubbing the area between her thighs. "Cait," she moaned, not thinking twice about the obvious display of vulnerability.

Without warning, Caitlyn backed off, looking her subordinate directly in the eyes with a glare that could cut through diamond. "I take it you learned your lesson?"

"Yeah, Cupcake," she said, her breaths just a bit shallow. "Think before I blah-blah whatever."

The Sheriff silently got up and put her jacket on, walking towards the door to her office.

"Whoa, hold on, Cupcake? You're done? Can you un-handcuff me from your desk then?"

"Goodnight, Vi. I'll see you bright and early tomorrow morning, Officer," she said with a wink and continued back towards the door.

"Hey wait just a goddam-" the sound of the door clicking behind the Sheriff as she left interrupted her. "Fuck you, Cait!" she shouted after her.

"You wish," was the muffled reply that she could barely hear through the door.

She let her head hit the desk in defeat. "Fuckin' bitch. Why the hell do I even like you so much…"