"Ooooooooh… god damn, my head." Vi groaned as she came to. She noticed two things immediately; her wounds, while not entirely healed, certainly were significantly more healed than they should have been. Her bones were in as many pieces as they should have been. Her back, shredded as it had been, now bore several lacerations that had been bandaged with plain white cloth. She could feel a damp sensation under it, meaning the bandage was somehow treated.

She also noticed that wherever she was, it was probably secluded judging from the excessive amount of lighting. She had to be somewhere underground or something. "How long how I been out…?" Vi wondered to herself. A response she was not expecting made her jump.

"Oh, about three hours. Honestly thought ya mighta died on me," Vi's eyes widened. That slightly high-pitched, happy-go-lucky voice only belonged to one person. And if Jinx was around, Vi could very well be dead; Jinx would have her beloved Pow-Pow and Fishbones, while Vi didn't even have her gauntlets. Vi's eyes scanned the room for any trace of the maniac but found none.

"Jinx, let's just get this over with. Come out and-" Vi stopped in surprise; Jinx was literally just standing in the doorway that Vi had just seen, leaning against the frame with that familiar taunting grin of hers plastered on her face. In her hands, of course, was Pow-Pow the machine gun. Fishbones, her signature rocket launcher was strapped to her back. Vi wondered once again how such a sickly-thin woman could carry all that equipment before snapping back to the moment.

Slowly, deliberately, Jinx stalked towards Vi. That maniacal gleam shone in her eyes as she backed Vi into the corner. Vi grimaced as she waited for the girl to fire… and promptly gaped as Jinx tossed her weapon to the side. Pow-Pow slid across the floor, as did Fishbones and even her stun gun. If Vi was surprised at this turn of events, she was downright shocked and slightly disturbed by Jinx latching onto Vi in a fierce embrace.

Vi's mind did an amazing job of completely going out of order as she tried to process things. Jinx…was…hugging her? Just yesterday she'd been shooting at her! Vi's arms moved very awkwardly as she tried to figure out what to do. Eventually, she decided to roll with the punches and lightly put her arms around her archrival. Jinx squeezed tighter in return and Vi raised an eyebrow.

When Jinx released her, she was still grinning. But this time it was… different, Vi noticed. There was nothing insane about the smile Jinx wore in her eyes and on her face. It was too warm to be insane. Her eyes were focused, caring, welcoming as opposed to the usual maniacal, wild-eyed girl Vi was used to. "You… you tried to kill me just yesterday. Today you're hugging me. You really are fucking nuts," Vi muttered.

"Aw, c'mon, I was just havin' a little fun with you and Hat Lady. Besides, did I hit you?" Jinx responded coyly. Vi's mind took her back to the fight. Indeed, Jinx had shot at her multiple times… but she hadn't actually aimed for either cop, Vi realized as she replayed the battle in her head. All of those "dodged" bullets weren't dodged at all; they'd never been coming at her to begin with. Jinx had just been playing a very dangerous game of dodge ball?!

"Didn't think so," Jinx said after a moment of watching Vi struggle to come up with an answer. "Momma wouldn't have been too pleased if I would've killed you," She added over her shoulder as she skipped towards the door, beckoning for Vi to follow. Vi cocked her head. Momma? She thought even as she slowly, carefully trailed Jinx, still wary of a trap.

"Uhm… your mother… does she know where you are? What you do?" Vi asked with trepidation. Jinx stopped cold, making Vi instantly regret asking. She turned around and looked at Vi with a sad smile. "I'm sorry… You mentioned your mother and I just…" Vi grimaced; she had obviously somehow offended her host/rival/whatever the hell Jinx was right now. She opened her mouth to amend it but Jinx cut over her.

"You… you don't even remember, do you?" Jinx asked, disappointment heavy in her voice. Vi stared at her. Remember? Remember what? "Not even a teensy-weensy bit? Jeez, fathands, when does your memory even start?" The blue-haired criminal asked. Vi frowned and furrowed her brow as she shook off the off-hand insult. It was true; Vi didn't remember too much of her early life. Her earliest clear, coherent memories came from her days with the Alley Rats, and she was about six years old when that had happened. As a matter of fact, Vi remember nothing of her parents or early childhood, a psychological defense mechanism that served to help Vi through the trauma of life on the streets at that early age.

"Aw, come on. The Vicious Vixen can't remember-" Vi didn't even hear the rest of Jinx's sentence. That name… Vicious Vixen? Memories were rushing through her head. A woman talking to an unseen figure telling them that the Vicious Vixen had struck again. More voices, some rather familiar and others not, raced through Vi's head, all repeating that name in some context that Vi could only assume referred to her.

"How do you know that name?" Vi finally snapped back into the real world, frustrated and confused. Jinx closed her eyes, and for the first time in Vi's life she saw a tear begin to roll down the girl's pale face. She sniffled a couple times, then turned and began to walk away. Vi hesitated. Should she follow? Why was she so concerned about this woman's feelings suddenly? After a moment, Jinx looked back and motioned for the officer to follow. Seeing no better course of action, she complied.

Through several rooms and corridors they walked, each stinking of the sewage pipes that ran above and below them. Some were lit, others were an unkempt mess, but it seemed that Jinx called this foxhole home. Vi's stomach flopped several times, stopping only when they reached the bluenette's bedroom. Vi's nostrils quickly recovered from the sudden shock of olfactory changes; this room smelled of lavender and lilac rather than the shitholes that lay beyond the door.

Jinx went over to a walk-in closet, making Vi wonder how the hell Jinx had gotten a walk-in closet down here. "Does this look familiar?" Jinx asked, offering a scroll to Vi. The officer, whose eyes had been wandering the room in fascination, quickly jerked in her head to focus on the object and bent down. It seemed quite old, causing Vi to be careful when unfolding it so as to not damage it. The scroll was a picture, one that Vi's mind could not register.

Both women present in the room were in the picture, together with an adult figure in the background. They each had the other in an embrace, and at the bottom Vi could make out red writing.

"'Cause no matter what happens, where we go, what we do, we'll always be sisters. " Vi stood, unmoving, eyes roaming downward where she saw Jinx's scribbled name and what she recognized as her own chicken-scratch signature. Could it really be…? Vi slowly turned and looked at Jinx, her mind now in overdrive. Of course! Vi had always wondered why Jinx had chosen to single her out rather than the sheriff herself, Caitlyn. Jinx…was her… sister.

"This whole time… you were just playing," Vi realized aloud. Jinx had never intended to harm anyone with her antics. Sure, her brand of "fun" often ended in property damage and a night's worth of writing for Caitlyn, and people had been harmed anyway, but all along Jinx truly had just been having fun… with her sister. But she had killed people. Harmed innocents, destroyed property en masse. Why?

"We used to play Cops and Robbers all the time as kids… you probably don't remember that," Jinx said quietly. Vi shook her head a couple times; Jinx's voice and quiet didn't compute in her head. "I don't suppose that picture jogs any memories, eh?" She asked hopefully. Her head drooped when VI shook her head in negative. "Well… I hoped that you would maybe realize the truth, bringing you back here. Guess it didn't work…"

"How are my injuries as healed as they are? If I've only been out three hours, those should still be pretty fresh," Vi jarringly changed the subject. Her mind simply could not process such an idea all at once. Jinx grinned.

"A little potion here, a couple jerry-rigged hextech medical tools there. Hey, times are tough for a criminal who committed the worst crime spree in the town," She replied, momentarily sounding like the Jinx that Vi was familiar with. Then she sighed. "So… you don't remember anything. I assume you'll want to take me in, then," And to Vi's utter amazement, Jinx placed her hands behind her back and dropped to her knees.

Vi considered. This was the moment she'd been waiting for ever since Jinx first challenged her at the Piltover treasury. She had a pair of handcuffs on her belt… she could easily detain Piltover's most wanted criminal right here and now. But it somehow felt… wrong. And now Vi knew why. It was the same reason she could not bring herself to hit Jinx; something deep inside her knew that they truly were sisters. Vi tilted her head as she thought, and finally smiled as the perfect solution hit her.

She handcuffed Jinx, then went back and took Pow-Pow in onr arm and Fishbones in the other. "Lead the way," Vi said, knowing that only Jinx knew the way back to town. Jinx frowned, confused, but nodded anyway, hands secured behind her back as she led Vi through the ran-down, rotten compound she called home and out into the freshly-broken dawn of the morning.