"Vi? Hah, stands for violence!" The laugh echoed in an old warehouse. For a split of a second, Sheriff could've sworn, she has seen the silhouette of person she has been looking for, but it disappeared before brunette could even try to focus on the shape of criminal.
Oh, what a fool she was in that moment, when she decided to go alone for the rumored hideout of that person. It could've been just a rumor, her coworkers could not find the den of so-called Vi for a few months already. But Caitlyn had to be sure, she just had to peek in every possible hole in Piltover to ensure she didn't miss any trail of this criminal's activity .
For more than three months Sheriff was playing the game of hide-and-seek with Vi, trying to find her after every incident that involved her. Vi was leaving blood trails and pieces of clothing – yet nothing to be found of the actual body. Even DNA tests couldn't identify this criminal, no one knew of her existence before she appeared in the Piltover. She was an outsider.
Murderer, beast, bloody brawler – the cutest of the nicknames that police officers gave her. Still the only hint about this criminal was her self-given name, Vi.
Caitlyn did not even think, when she said to herself "What does Vi mean?", but she got a reply before catching herself on speaking out loud.
Criminal's husky voice made Sheriff shiver in excitement. After so many weeks of searching for the brawler, she was finally able to stretch her paws to get this little mouse. Her cat-like instincts activated, as she's opened her eyes wider to find the silhouette of criminal again.
Her dopamine level arose as she understood that she's made a mistake coming here all alone, with just her rifle and pair of handcuffs. Brawler was noted to break through the walls when she couldn't find the way out of the crime scene. She was noted to beat her prey to death, to destroy everything that stood in her way.
The thrill of discovery she's not the one who catches, but one to be caught. The thing that Caitlyn loved, when she didn't have any backup. Alone, against a dangerous beast, she could have been killed in an instant if she'd make a wrong move. Oh, how she loved putting herself in such dangerous situations, she felt so alive because of it.
Something moved behind Caitlyn and as the sound reached her ears, she quickly turned herself around, to the source of the noise. It wasn't it. It was not the criminal she looked for, but what was it?
The echoing footsteps – she could've sworn it was behind her.
She bit her lower lip, while holding her breath. She was deceived, this little 'mouse' just made her instincts go crazy for nothing, and now, the criminal was right behind her.
"Let's get to the fun part." If Caitlyn could think clearly in that moment, she would have jumped away from the brawler, but Vi's voice made her stand still. Something touched her back.
Criminal's fingers gently moved from her loins, through her spine, up onto the neck. Caitlyn has never felt so naked in her whole life. Brawler's touch felt as if she was bare. As if she was about to moan when she was grabbed by her neck.
The time stopped for Sheriff when she focused on the touch. She had never felt something like this before, it left her breathless.
As she became aware of rising pressure on her nape, she did not feel the pleasure anymore, but pain. Finally she realized that being grabbed by her neck hurts her. The blood reached her tongue as she bit her lower lip again and damaged it. She came back to her senses.
With all her might she grasped her rifle by its barrel and jerked it violently to hit the brawler, she was aiming somewhere at her jawline. From the sound it made and angry, throaty growl, Caitlyn assumed that it worked.
She made a few quiet steps to back away from the criminal, and she pulled out her rifle to aim at brawler's head. Finally, the person Sheriff was looking for was standing in the place, she could've seen assailant's face.
Caitlyn had never seen Vi up that close. She only saw her silhouette, when Vi was running away. She only knew how criminal looked like from seeing her drawn portraits, while she was described by 'close up' witnesses. And she had to admit.
Vi looked nothing like the beast on the portraits hung in the police station. She looked more human. More real. More... Fragile.
She wasn't beefy, man-like in looks. She was taller than Caitlyn, yet slim in posture. At first glance Sheriff wouldn't tell that the woman in front of her was any stronger than her coworkers, yet she knew her power. She had to investigate every crime scene in which Vi participated. The destructive power of single woman excited Caitlyn. It was something new.
She noticed two big gauntlets attached to each side of Vi's belt. Her only weapon, that increased her strength so much, she could break through the thick wall. What made Caitlyn preoccupied was the fact that these gauntlets did not look very durable, yet somehow pink haired criminal was able to remake these useless pieces of metal into good hextech weapons.
It truly suited her brawler image.
"It took me a long time, searching for you, criminal." Sheriff smiled a bit while pointing directly at Vi's head.
The smirk appeared on pinkette's face as if it was a response to Caitlyn's words. The dark circles under her eyes made her expression look more daunting and intimidating. Brunette had to restrain her urges to wet her lips with tongue.
Vi slipped her hands into the huge gauntlets. The lights on their knuckles glowed instantly as her weapons locked on her palms. Caitlyn felt it, she was about to get ready to attack. The only matter of second was – who is going to be faster?
The rifle hit the ground as Caitlyn body was threw onto the wall with brute power. Her lungs forced almost all the air out, as her back rammed the wall's surface. She would close her eyes, but before she was able to focus on the pain, her assailant's face was too close to hers, to waste precious seconds on a black out.
Her mouth was so close to Caitlyn's lips. She could feel her breath, inhale it. The big gauntlet held her partly by neck, partly by collarbones to the wall. So forceful.
She liked it.
"Who told you, you got me, Cop-girl?"