Caitlyn stormed into the apartment, slamming the door behind her. She practically threw her famous purple hat onto the side table by the door, and marched into her bedroom.

The front door opened a second time, this time admitting Piltover's infamous Enforcer.

"Cupcake, wait, please!" Vi scrambled after the sheriff, trying to catch up to her. Before she could get close, Caitlyn pushed past her on her way back out the bedroom, car keys in hand. She purposefully stared straight ahead and refused to make eye contact with Vi. The pinkette could see that her partner was fuming with anger.

"Cait, I'm sorry, alright! I get it, I screwed up again, but how the fuck was I supposed to know he wasn't bluffing?!"

Caitlyn stopped in the frame of the front door, with her back to Vi, still refusing to look at her.

"Vi, the problem is not that you "screwed up again."Caitlyn said with regret (and… sympathy?) in her posh accent. "The problem is that no matter what I tell you, or what I do, you consistently refuse to follow my direct orders in the field. Most of the time it might cause the city some property damage, or injuries to the victims, but this time… This time it has cost a young woman her life. Think about that Vi. Please. Before you foolhardily rush into another hostage situation. Or ANY situation where there are lives at risk."

Caitlyn glanced backward at Vi, and saw that she was simply staring at the floor, slouched against the wall with her hands in her pockets. She looked like she was struggling for something to say. Before Vi could open her mouth, and before Caitlyn let herself think twice, she walked out the door.

Vi simply stood there, cursing herself and her lack of self-control, until the sound of Caitlyn's car pulling out of the garage and roaring off snapped her back into reality. She looked around the apartment, and for the first time in a long while, she truly and sincerely regretted her actions. The men robbing the department store had looked like typical low-class workers, just disgruntled men trying to make enough money to get by, not ruthless murderers.

When Vi had charged the storefront they occupied, with her blast shield up and vault breaker charging, the last possibility on her mind was that the man holding the clerk hostage would actually pull the trigger. And she knew that Caitlyn was right… she didn't follow orders, she didn't listen to suggestions, in fact most of the time she simply pretended not to hear Caitlyn. She mostly let her fists make the tactical decisions for her. Never before had her methods had such dire consequences.

"Fuck." Tired beyond belief, both in mind and body, Vi dragged herself over to the couch in the living room and simply slumped down, quickly falling asleep. She didn't even bother to remove her gauntlets.

Caitlyn pushed her foot down on the gas pedal, gunning the engine and speeding down the highway even faster. She was well past the Piltover city limits, just driving without thought or direction. The sound of the engine was calming. But the night was dark, and the lights of the speeding cars in the opposite lane made her tired eyes hurt. Yet no part of her hurt as much as her heart did, for despite what a casual observer might think, she loved Vi with every ounce of her being. Hell, sometimes in her darker moments she realized that Vi was, quite frankly, her only reason for living anymore. The Enforcer was her everything, her laugh, her smile, her unshakable loyalty, her crazy pink mohawk, the way she gave Caitlyn all the attention in the world, the way she acted like Caitlyn was the only person in the room when they were together. And heaven help the unfortunate soul who tried to get between them. Vi's fists had a tendency to precede any rational thought she might have when someone tries to come on to Caitlyn.

And Caitlyn knew, without a doubt, that Vi felt the same way about her. She knew that Vi would sacrifice her own life for the Sheriff's without a moment of hesitation, and the brunette would do the same for her deputy. But sometimes, mostly in the field, Vi was just a pain in her ass. She could be so damn stubborn, she sometimes caused as much trouble as she was trying to fix. As efficient as their field record was, that was simply because both Caitlyn and Vi were so good at catching criminals on their own. Instead of the two working together, most actual operations tended to devolve into two lone wolves trying to fight each other and the enemy at the same time. If Vi charging headlong into danger didn't work, Caitlyn's methodical planning, patience, and incredible skill with her longrifle usually took care of what brute force and giant hextech fists couldn't.

Unfortunately though, nothing was for certain when it came to the streets. Sometimes the men you thought were simply bluffing, and using hostages to get away with their lives intact were actually hardened criminals. Criminals who wouldn't hesitate to kill their hostages, if it meant they could focus on other problems than attempting to restrain a struggling young girl.

That poor girl… Caitlyn had seen the fear and desperation in her eyes, right before the man's revolver ended whatever hope she had had for a brighter future. And as much as the brunette tried to focus on Vi's face, and what she meant to her, her thoughts kept returning to the young girl's face right before the man painted the wall with her brains. Caitlyn grit her teeth in anger and pushed the pedal further into the floor, driving on into the night.

Vi awoke from her fitful slumber on the couch with a start, as her watch's alarm blared a shrill tone into her ear. Fuck, what was she supposed to get up and do? It must have been something important, since it was still only 4am… oh that's right! The League of Legends had contacted her a day ago, and instructed her to be at the Institute of War by 7 in the morning. Something urgent, apparently.

Vi wondered again what was so important, since they never summoned champions that early for something as routine as regular matches. And why did they need her, and not another jungler? Sure, she was getting a lot of attention from high-level summoners in the jungle lately, and every AD carry across the land feared her Assault and Battery. But the League knew she was on break, and Vi still couldn't think of any reason for them to summon her in any official capacity. She didn't know, and she instinctively didn't like it. Call it a bad feeling.

She was still fully dressed and armored, and she didn't feel like waking Caitlyn by turning on the shower. Plus, if she was being honest with herself, she was feeling too lazy at the moment anyway. As she got up from the couch and walked to the front door, she cringed as she heard her name called.

"Vi." Caitlyn was standing in the hallway leading to their bedroom, leaning against the wall. She had obviously been woken up by the pinkette's alarm, her hair was frazzled and she had dark circles under her eyes.

"I assume you're leaving for the Institute." Caitlyn had a note of tiredness in her voice.

"Yeap." Vi was still staring at the ground, too embarrassed to look the love of her life in the eyes.

"Well… just…" Caitlyn was at an uncharacteristic loss for words. "Just be careful, do you hear me? We still haven't actually talked about what happened."

Ugh. Vi knew what Caitlyn meant by "talking." She would just be berated and scolded by the Sheriff, as if she was a disobedient teenager who got caught sneaking out for the tenth time that month.

"Yeah, I got it cupcake, we can talk all you want when I get back. I got things to do right now. Just save all the bullshit for later." Vi walked out the door and closed it before the brunette could say anything in response.

"Shit… Vi that's not what I meant…" Caitlyn whispered softly. "Why am I still so bad at this?" Caitlyn made up her mind. As soon as Vi returned home, she would fix things between them. She would tell Vi how she still loved her with all her heart, and that she didn't blame the young girl's death on her. They would kiss and make up, and everything would be just like it was before.

Caitlyn walked into her room and looked out the window. There, in the distance, she could see her Enforcer walking down the street toward the monorail station that connected Piltover to the League. Such technology was sorcery to the rest of Valoran, but part of everyday life to the City of Progress. She watched the former criminal with a smile on her lips, noting how Vi walked with her gauntlets and arms crossed behind her head, as if daring the world to challenge her. She was always so headstrong…

"I love you Vi…" Caitlyn whispered to the empty room.

Two years later...

Caitlyn woke from her hidden spot on the rooftop of a 6 story building, shivering as her waking mind registered her rain-drenched body. She sat up and looked around; checking that her rifle was still next to her and that no one was in immediate sight. The ex-sheriff pulled her grey cloak tighter around herself, blending in with the stone of the building. She had to be careful. It had been 4 days, and still the police force of Piltover was on its manhunt to find and kill the vigilante sniper known as "Archangel."

How had it all come to this? Caitlyn stared blankly into the rain as she tried to make sense of the past two years, and failed yet again. She pulled out her wallet and fished out a picture of Vi and herself. The Enforcer had her trademark grin on her face, embracing Caitlyn from behind, the both of them looking like they didn't have a care in the world. Oh Vi…

It had been two years since the Enforcer's disappearance from the face of Valoran, without a single clue left behind. The League never told her what had happened on that fateful day, when she had left in the early morning. And when she left, she left on bad terms with Caitlyn. That was the worst part, the former Sheriff had never gotten the chance to say goodbye. Never gotten to tell her how much she meant to her, how she wanted to spend the rest of her life with her, to even simply apologize for pushing her away in the first place. Before she could stop them, tears started streaming their way down her face. Caitlyn sniffed and wiped her face with the sleeve of her cloak, the tears mixing with the rain on another grey morning in the city of Piltover. She didn't have much anymore, but she would give up everything she had just to see Vi again. To hold her, and feel her warmth just one more time.

Caitlyn got up, holding the picture close to her heart before folding it away. She strapped her rifle to her back and made sure her pistol was still loaded. Taking a running start, she jumped off the edge of the roof, and used the hextech grappling device on her arm to shoot an incredibly high-powered hook at a stone gargoyle on a nearby roof. She swung across and landed on the wall below the stone demon, bracing her legs for the impact. Triggering the device again, it retracted the line, and pulled her up with it. Taking up a knee on the gargoyle, she unlimbered her rifle and sighted in, searching for a target, be it crooked cops or the gangs that now roamed the streets freely. Caitlyn was perfectly still, just another grey shadow on the rooftops, but one with lethal intent.

"Back to work…" she whispered to the rain.

A/N: Sooo this is my first fic ever. First time writing anything just for fun ever too. I ship Cait and Vi so hard and I just wanted to do them some justice, even if I'm taking a somewhat different approach in the story. Feel free to comment/criticize/flame or whatever you feel like. Should I continue?