"Fresh outta luck?" Graves taunted reloading his shotgun as he prepared to fire another round. Miss Fortune sneered shooting the outlaw a dirty look. She couldn't fight him at the moment, and she would have been able to take him down had blitz not been rushing towards her at full speed. She clicked her tongue gun spinning with graceful ease as she shot Graves trying to hinder his movements as she retreated.

Thresh was hurrying to her position, but Blitz beat him to it as he rushed past Graves who had just launched a smoke screen forward, immediately reloading his shotgun with a new type of ammo. Sarah coughed as her surroundings were engulfed in thick white clouds of smoke, leaving only her hands to be visible. She heard the loud winding of Blitz's metallic arm and cringed scurrying in the blinding smoke, heading in the direction of Thresh.

To her luck, the smoke parted with haste as Thresh cut through the thick white clouds with his hook, the smoke dissipating as he threw his lanterns. "Grab the lantern!" he barked, and without hesitation, her hands wrapped around the lantern and Thresh reeled her in, barely making it on time as Blitz's hand grazed her long flowing air. He caught her setting her down swiftly as he took a step in front of her protectively, waving his lanterns and hook slowly in a threatening manner.

Sarah cursed under her breath, rubbing her ankle through her boots massaging the sprain, she had taken a bad step reaching for the lantern, and she knew it would only hinder her team. "You're hurt," the warden sighed.

"No thanks to you," the bounty hunter countered in a sassy tone sitting down on the grassy floor, her back against the turret they were meant to defend.

"You little-"

"Say it, I dare you!" She snapped. The two began to bicker as the bounty hunter whipped out her pistols threatening to put a bullet in the back of his skull, but Thresh only egged her on, knowing the bullet would go right through him anyway. Graves stared with an amused grin adjusting his cigar as he took a long puff fist bumping his partner's metallic fist.

"Like taking candy from a baby," he whispered turning away from the bickering couple. Despite their countless arguments in public, the two got along relatively well, when they were not assigned on the same team.

"At least Sona knows when to keep her mouth shut!"

"She's a mute," the warden retorted, a flare of anger as his green flames rose.

"My point!" the bounty hunter hissed thrusting her finger at the spirit's chest. As Sarah opened her mouth to rant once more, Thresh's eye twitched, and he shoved a poro cookie in her mouth, hoping to shut her up for the time being.

"That's enough out of you," he barked. The woman glared at her support deciding to swallow her words along with the bits of cookie. To be frank, she had always wanted to try a poro cookie, but the vendor was strict when it came to his sales, and she was not one to beg. She huffed not wanting to admit that they were all she had expected them to be, but her pleased expression said otherwise. "Besides can Sona do this?"

Without warning he threw the bounty hunter over his shoulder with ease, marching away from their turret. Compared to him, she was still a slender woman with luscious curves, but not enough to charm him. Her looks alone could tempt a man's body and soul, but to him, it was merely an addition to her feisty personality and bold nature. "If you don't put me down, you're gonna be sorry mate!" Despite being a shameless flirt, she never flirted with him, her only words towards him were death threats and insults, but he quickly grew fond of her harsh words. He could not see himself flirting back, it was just not in him.

The rest of the game passed in a blur, as Sarah was unable to do much due to her sprained ankle, and with Thresh looming protectively over her the whole match, none dared to approach too boldly. "How is your ankle feeling?" He asked with genuine concern.

"Like shit," she answered bluntly, trying her best not to apply pressure to her throbbing ankle. "You know Sona would have eased the pain by now." The warden smirked knowing the game she was playing at, but he said nothing as he set his lantern on top of her head.

"Would you like me to ease the pain?" He asked in a dark undertone, a deep and creepy chuckle escaping his throat

"I'm good," she said quietly gently lowering his lantern from her head as she took an uncomfortable step back. The warden chuckled always enjoying the discomfort he brought her with his dark demeanor, and he could not blame her, the faint screams coming from his lantern eerily spooky for those not intuned.

Needless to say, she still thanked the warden for his services, they were still in public and so instead of taking the compliment to heart, he chuckled. "Someone has to babysit you," he retorted. In a fit of rage, she dug the heels of her boots into his foot, not quite getting the reaction that she wanted, but Thresh was amused all the same offering her a dark smile.

Once the coast was clear, however, she cleared her throat glancing from side to side as she removed her foot from his. "Would you like to eat together?"

"The Twin Sharks?" The warden suggested quite fond of the food they served there even though he did not need to eat, he could still smell, and taste, but nothing tasted the same in death. Everything had a coppery aftertaste, and although he did not mind too much, he had never told Sarah, pretending to enjoy his meals all the while enjoying her company. It was a childish charade, if he came out with the truth she probably wouldn't be fazed and just mock him, not that he would mind. But a part of him knew she would feel somewhat bad, and their evenings dining out would be no more. It was her sole excuse to spend time with the warden after a successful match, knowing she would not go any further.

"Sounds good." The two walked side by side in comfortable silence, one they had grown particularly fond of over the years. They did not need words to communicate, the benefits of being a good duo was the ability to tell the needs and wants of your partner. It was easy for the Warden to read Sarah's thoughts though, she was a straightforward woman who did not shy away from showing aggression. She was even worse around a pint of ale, she could hold her liquor well, but one glass too many and she would try to brawl with anyone in her way. The warden smirked recalling the day she kicked Jarvan's mug off the table challenging him to an arm wrestling competition, and the tipsy prince had accepted.

Needless to say, she most definitely did not win that round, and after the match passed out near the bathroom, hugging the wall for dear life, it was a rather pathetic sight, but he would never say that to her face.

"You're thinking about that day in the tavern aren't you?" she grumbled kicking at the pebbles on the ground as they took a sharp right on the cobblestone path.

"I do not know what you mean," he spoke calmly, his grin fading back into a stoic expression.

"Yeah sure-oh, they're closed," she sighed pulling the handle of the restaurant with no success. The sky was already a dark shade of midnight blue, and the moon was hidden behind the dark clouds, not a single star to light the night sky, except for Thresh's glowing presence. She kicked the door in frustration and stepped away taking out her pocket watch realizing how late it is.

"I suppose the match did last longer than expected," the ghostly figure hummed staring at his lantern. "Perhaps another day?" Glancing over at the bounty hunter, she looked unpleased and shook her head.

"My place?" She offered. The Warden offered a grim smile wondering if she had realized the words that came out of her mouth. Nothing would happen, nothing ever did happen, but that didn't stop him from giving the woman glances, his eyes trailing to her ankle.

"And stop applying pressure to your ankle, you'll make it worse," he snapped crouching in front of her, his back facing her.

"If you think I'm going to-"

"Sarah," he growled threateningly, and the woman scoffed leaning against him.

"Just so we're clear it's because I chose to, understood?"

"Sure," the warden agreed not wishing to enter into another verbal sparring with her. He knew where she lived like the back of his hand, he had spent countless days there, Sarah might be in denial about her affection towards the spirit, but there was no doubt that he was her closest friend before anything else. He had learned the enjoyment of playing cards with the woman, he had always frowned upon those who gambled their lives away playing cards, but he had to admit it was enjoyable until she became hostile to his 'luck' or so she called it. Ironic considering she was the lady of fortune, but some things are better left unsaid. He set her down as she unlocked the door to her home, letting herself in as the spirit followed leaving his lantern on the sofa.

He made himself at home, watching as Sarah removed her boots, checking her ankle it was slightly swollen, and she frowned. "Sarah, why don't you just relax?" He asked.

"Like a sprained ankle is going to keep me down, I've suffered worse, so shut your mouth and let me make you the best meal you'll ever have." He parted his ghostly lips to speak but realized he would only be wasting his time, so he swallowed his words and watched her slip on an apron. It was an appealing sight, not seeing the bounty hunter with her hat, it made her look less intimidating, and the apron...nothing screamed aggressive like a cute bunny and red stripes.

As the hour passed, he grew envious, wanting to feel human again, when she said she was going to make a great meal, she was not exaggerating, but the warden knew it would all taste like copper, despite the intoxicating smell of exotic spices. He had offered to help, but considering the spirit did not need to eat, his skills in the kitchen were less than average. Saving himself the embarrassment, the bounty hunter ordered for him to shut up and remain on the couch.

She finally invited him into the kitchen so that he could sit at the dining table, a simple but effective meal, wine, and spaghetti, had he been mortal, he would have probably fallen in love with her after the first bite. But the taste of copper met his tongue, and he ate casually mustering a thoughtful look as he stared at her. She looked timid, which had him on his guard, a shy woman was never up to any good, and he stopped eating setting his fork down. "What?"

"It's not good is it..." She genuinely sounded upset, and the warden groaned, she was a grown woman, she could handle the truth.

"Smells delicious. However, I cannot taste," Thresh said plainly, and to his surprise, she just nodded, he had expected her to at least throw a fit and call him out on all his past bullshit, but she didn't. She dug into her plate quietly, keeping her eyes on the glass of wine in front of her. Thresh sighed, glancing through the archway at his lantern, it was rare for her to do anything extravagant, she wasn't one to help others, or express her feeling except annoyance and anger, and now admittedly, the warden felt bad, uncertain he could fix the situation. She stood up abruptly, taking her plate and his as she made way to the sink.

She didn't make it very far, however, when she collapsed, managing to keep the plates from breaking. "This is why I told you to keep your weight off your feet, that's enough out of you," Thresh grunted rising from his seat, and he picked up the woman gently setting her on the sofa.

"I'm fine," she huffed. "Don't be so dramatic."

"She says after collapsing," he mocked. Disappearing into the kitchen as he reappeared with a wrapped ice pack handing it to her. She remained on the sofa pressing the ice pack to the swollen area on her ankle listening as Thresh washed the dishes, it was a hard sight to picture, but she tried her best smiling softly as she relaxed against the cushions. She heard him curse a few times as he dropped a plate.

"Hey! Don't break any more shit!" She yelled.

"Quiet woman!" he yelled back scrubbing the dishes with a bit too much force. Once the dishes had been set out to dry he returned to the sofa sitting beside his lantern staring at the woman on the other side of the sofa, ice pack pressed to her ankle. "Better?"

"How should I know?" She snapped. "It numbs the pain, should be better by tomorrow morning, I'll go see Soraka." The warden gave a nod of approval, gently massaging her ankle. Sarah winced but did not stop him, his touch was gentle, and he made sure not to apply too much pressure, he was the equivalent of an ice pack with his chilling touch, but without the stinging pain that followed. "You know, you could have done that sooner," she whined.

"What would have been the fun in that?" He chuckled darkly.

"You sadistic piece of shit," she huffed slapping his hand away. The warden caught her wrist, lowering her arm and gazing at her.

"It wouldn't be the same if I was different." And to his satisfaction, she nodded knowing this to be true, and she wouldn't settle for a gentleman who would always act kind and dote devoutly on her. She appreciated Thresh's dark sense of humor, he didn't speak often, but when he did, he was always witty and cunning, something she had grown fond of.

"And I'm the still the same woman," she growled gripping the hem of his collar as she pulled the warden towards her, smashing her lips to his. The kiss was not a heated one as she expected, his lips were cold, and the spirit kissed back smirking.

"Always taking what you want, you never change," he scoffed pulling away after giving her lips a quick peck, despite his words, the amused smirk tugging at his lips pleased at her words. "Never change."

"Well that's nice and all, but it's getting late, so get the hell out of my house," she sneered reaching for her revolvers. The warden nodded giving her a grim smile as he wrapped the chain of his hook and lanterns around his forearm as he stood, glancing back at the bounty hunter.

"You tease. I will see you tomorrow," the warden whispered, Sarah disappeared in the kitchen coming back with a paper bag as she shoved it in his arms leading him to the door. With a slam, the door closed behind him, and he smiled looking down at the paper box. Thresh had proven himself wrong tonight, something had happened, but his eyes focused on the paper box, and he sighed, she had given him leftovers, not that it would do him much good. He chuckled feeling a tinge of hope in his soul as he strode away rocking the paper box in his arms.