Chapter 2

"And here…we…Go!"

"Come on! Move your asses!" Was all Vi could hear over the deafening sound of the sirens wailing in her ear. The commissioner took his normal position on the speaker and behind the special forces trucks, far away from the action as possible but still able to shout out orders. They were stacked outside of Piltover's union depository; every cop in the vicinity was present. With the robbers trapped inside and nowhere to go, it was time to go in for the arrest. It was bright out, not a cloud in the sky. On any normal day Vi would've taken advantage of the circumstances and go bathe in the sun at the beach, maybe glance over at the runners behind her sunglasses. But today was not that type of day; even after the situation was over she knew it was just going to end in a day of paperwork, completely trashing her fantasized evening plans. She sighed quietly to herself as she latched her gauntlets onto her arms, fixing them in the right positions and making sure they were secure. Something about strapping these things on made her a completely different person; she went from Vi the person who sun bathes on a day like this, to Piltover's Enforcer.

"Let's try to NOT punch anyone's face in today, we'd at least like to get a statement or two before they are dragged off to jail." said a delicate voice, followed by a soft giggle. Vi knew this voice like it was her own, Caitlyn, the sheriff of Piltover. She loaded her rifle as she always did and pulled the bullet into the chamber, checking the barrel and scope for last minute preparations. Even as she did so Vi couldn't help but look at how graceful she was, every motion of hers flowed without thought. Vi's attention turned to Caitlyn's facial features, her pail white skin, her soft cheeks and long hair that was normally hidden by the long hat she liked to wear and her beautiful eyes. Vi noticed she was staring for just a bit too long and gazed at a nearby building that was behind Caitlyn just so she'd have a cover up as to why she was gawking at her partner.

"No promises hun" this was always Vi's response to Caitlyn's statement, even though she knew when to hold back on the punches, Vi wouldn't lie to herself and say that it wasn't fun, she found a sense of excitement in it. With that they both started towards the building, Caitlyn of course taking lead as the other officers glanced on, holding their position should anything go completely wrong. Vi had only been in the Depository once, she didn't know the layout too well but she also didn't want to ask Cait if she knew. So she just followed behind her foot to foot and watched her motions, by motions she meant more like her body. It was flawless, the way her curves fit her outfit, and how her body was nice and slim but fit in all the right areas, the way how her cleavage barely showed but was noticeable to anyone willing to pay close enough attention. Damn was all that could come into Vi's head before she stumbled into her partner, quickly forgetting that she was following her heel to foot.

Cait turned to Vi and gave her a look of confusion, as she wondered what would have made Vi bump into her she smiled it off and chalked it up to her just tripping, simple mistake. As they turned the corner they couldn't help but notice the hostages, all of them with their hands taped behind them and a grenade in their mouths. As a hostage took notice of their saviors, they began to stir, all moaning and groaning in helpless tones. Piltover's dynamic duo was stumped as to what to do, one wrong movement and it could be the end of these innocent people, but how could they even begin to save them?

"Who would do this to these horrible people?" Cait whispered as she turned to Vi still being conscious of the fact that the criminals were nowhere to be found. Vi shrugged in response, not that she didn't care but she wanted to find whoever was responsible and show her concern that way.

"Oh look, it seems as though they've finally stopped playing and sent in the 'big guns'." Said a maniacal voice, it was stern, but mocking in tone followed by a body shaking laugh. Shaco, this has his stench all over it. Vi said under her breath as she peeked around the corner to confirm her accusation. Sure enough it was the clown himself, taunting about with his mask on, terrifying the citizens by putting his knife close to their mouths, daring to pull the pin on the grenades. "There's no need to hide, I knew you were here once you stepped foot into the building, surely you have to give me more credit than that." As the words flowed from his mouth and he laughed once again, Vi couldn't help but hate this guy. The way his mask shifted because of his smile, the way his eyes gleamed through the holes in his mask, the way he stood on top of the teller's desks and prided himself on people's despair.

Without thinking Vi jumped from behind the corner, "Shaco this is low even for you, what business do you have in Piltover!?" Normally this would be the time where criminals shake in their clothing, but it seemed too much like Shaco still had the upper hand. She looked down at Cait and motioned for her to rise from the wall as well, with both officers staring him dead in the eye and with no obvious routes of escape, they knew it wasn't a matter of when but how they were going to capture Shaco.

"You don't get it do you? Then again what could I expect from one of Piltover's dogs." Shaco started as he paced back and forth on one of the teller's booths. "You hold no form of authority on me Enforcer, you go around and play your games. Now run along and play cop. Because we both know that you're no more human than these people here. You're not special." Calling Vi by her title made her tweak a little bit, it unsettled her, even though it was her title, being called it seemed a little odd. As Shaco jumped to the floor he began to walk closer to the hostages, making sure to scare one or two before actually getting close to Vi. She took a step back, waiting for Caitlyn to make a move, but there was none, just a look on her face that even Vi couldn't understand, fear.

A/N: Should I make these chapters shorter? I'm trying to find the right range between how many words I should put into a chapter. I don't want to make it too lengthy because then it drags on, but then again I don't want to make it too short because I feel like it wouldn't answer a lot of questions and leave a lot of gaps. What do you think of Shaco? Do you like the attitude I've given him or no? When I think of Shaco I always imagine him like The Joker, smart but crazy at the same time. As always R&R please do so I can improve as a writer. :D

-Vergil Maycry