As soon as her call with the mayor was over, Caitlyn dropped her hexetech phone on her desk, sighing in frustration. He needed soon an account of all the damages caused the last month and she had an institution that the reprimand was inevitable with Jinx going berserk more than one time during this time, demolishing two buildings, one of which was an abandoned chemical factory. Perfection.

She looked over her mobile phone from the corner of her eye. She had yet to call her mother back but she wasn't really sure if she wanted to. Last time she had called, Caitlyn had been unwillingly involved into one of her mother's matchmaking conspiracies, which left her completely furious with her mother for trying to intercept into her personal life. The worst part was, her father seemed to had been involved as well and since that incident, Caitlyn had avoided coming in contact with them. It's not as if they had the best of relationships anyways. Since Caitlyn dropped out of the Law School to become «the law herself», she hadn't been in the best terms with them, especially with her father who insisted that she follow his footsteps as a politician. But Caitlyn was way too stubborn to just listen to her father's will, just like she had done all those years ago when he had been robbed.

She took the phone on her hands slowly but didn't try to open it. She raised her gaze to Vi, who seemed to be busy filling in her report. The enforcer had leaned over the piece of paper she was working on, the edge of her tongue protruding from the corner of her mouth. A small smile curled up on Caitlyn's lips but was quickly dissapeared when she remembered that Vi didn't have anything to call family, unlike her. She couldn't understand a thing of what Vi had been through while growing up in the streets alone, without anyone to run to when times got tough but herself was just being an egoistic bitch from time to time. She stared down at her phone again, and finally, she made up her mind. She unlocked it by swapping her finger over the screen and typed the phone number of her parental house, swelling up with determination. When she was done, she pressed the «call» button and brought the phone up to her ear.

As she waited, she tapped her fingers nervously on the oak desk. She didn't want to regret this but if the call was made just for another issue of no importance, she was never going to call them back again, that was for sure. Finally, someone picked up the other side of the line but before Caitlyn could form a word, she heard her mother's impetuous cry.

"Mother!" Caitlyn exclaimed, forgetting about her being furious at her "What's the matter? Why are you crying?"

"Caitlyn" her mother sobbed "Your father..."

She didn't manage to finish her sentence and broke down again into louder sobs. Caitlyn's heart raced in her chest and she felt cold sweat moistening her forehead.

"What about him? Is father alright?" Caitlyn demanded but her mother seemed to be in an emotional rollercoaster. How she had managed to communicate with Fae was a mystery. "Mum! Please, take a breath and tell me what's the matter with father!"

It was the first time she had called her «mum» in years and that didn't go unnoticed by her mother. She heard her sniffing and when she talked again her voice came out hoarse.

"He's... He's missing!" she managed to choke out before she broke down again. Caitlyn was caught stone cold sober in her position. Her fingers gripped tightly around the phone.

"Mother, you have to calm down, alright? Remember that you still have some issues with your cardiovascular pressure..."

"Caitlyn, you have to find him!" her mother exclaimed, completely ignoring her daughter's advice "You have to! You're the sherrif, do something!"

Under other circumstances, Caitlyn would scoff at her at how she suddenly found it convenient her daughter being the sherrif however that wasn't the case at the moment.

"I'll come over! Please try to calm down until I come!"

Without expecting an answer, she hung up and quickly grabbed her characteristics purple hat and rifle that laid on the edge of her office. She opened a drawer and grabbed her car keys and dropped them in her pocket.

"Vi, come on!" she called as she moved around her office "We have a new case"

"Are you sure you want me to come over?" Vi asked, a little bit hesitant "I haven't finished my report yet"

"No time for this. I need you to come with me"

"Alright, I gotcha" Vi grinned and grabbed her gauntlets from her side. Caitlyn couldn't help but roll her eyes. Give Vi a reason not to do her report and she would sell her soul to the Shadow Isles.

"Now that I have my babies on, let's go!" Vi exclaimed enthusiasticly, grinning at the sherrif. As much as she wanted to smile back, Caitlyn couldn't find the strength to do so because the image of her father was already swirling into her mind.

Vi was trying to recall if she had ever seen Caitlyn so upset over anything. The sherrif of Piltover didn't really show any sort of feelings but that didn't mean Vi couldn't understand how she felt. Now that Caitlyn was driving quietly besides her, tapping her fingers every time they had to stop on a light, showed either nervousness or anger but Vi knew better; she was upset and at the same time analyzing all the available information she had. In all honesty, Vi couldn't understand how she could even get to a conclusion so fast but maybe it was the additional fact that it was her father and she knew him better than anyone else.

The enforcer knew that Caitlyn didn't really have good relations with her parents and was surprised when she took up her father's case so fast. Someone would think that she wouldn't even want to see him after the last fiasco with the «matchmaking issues» the brunette had. Or maybe Vi simply couldn't understand because she had never truly felt the word «family» not even in her gang all those years ago. Probably the later.

The ride through the city was awfully quiet. Vi couldn't bear the constant silence but no matter how much she tried, she couldn't really hold a conversation with her partner as she prefered to answer with replies of one word. The pinkette finally decided to give her friend some distance and turned her head to stare out of the window, lost in thought.

A while later the car finally stopped but so lost into her world was Vi that she barely realized they had stopped moving.

"Earth to Vi" Caitlyn spoke and the enforcer snapped her head towards her "We're here"

Vi looked outside the window "And where exactly is «here»?"

"I'll explain later" Caitlyn responded, one leg already outside the vehicle "Just follow up"

Vi did as she was told and the next moment she was out, observing her surroundings. They had stopped in front of a massive seven-floor block of flats which was followed by similar ones all down the street. There were a couple of stores here and there and a few people was walking around, minding their own business. Some of them stopped by to admire both the sherrif and her enforcer; coming across the two most popular ladies of Piltover isn't something that happens every day. What was really odd though was why they were there in the first place. Still confused, Vi turned to ask Caitlyn again but the sheriff had already advanced towards the entrance of the building in front of which they had temporary parked their car. Vi rushed to follow up.

Caitlyn led her up to the third floor and then through a corridor full of doors, each belonging to a different apartment. Vi was still trying to understand why they didn't go straight into Caitlyn's parent's house which was located a couple of kilometers away from their current position but she decided it was a good idea to just trust the brunette and let her do as she wanted.

Without a warning, Caitlyn stopped in front of a red door and Vi merely stopped before she bumped into her.

"If you are to stop, at least tell me, bloody hell" Vi murmured

Caitlyn ignored her and knocked on the door but no reply came. Caitlyn knocked again but still no answer.

"It would be much easier if she would just answer the damn door already!" Caitlyn muttered angrily to no one in particular

"Should I...?" Vi suggested but Caitlyn raised her palm to stop her from finishing her thoughts.

"Not yet" Caitlyn said "Come on, Monica! Don't make this difficult. I got Vi with me and she will be more than happy to bust this door open if you won't open it yourself!" she then said at the door.

They heard several rushed footsteps from inside and incoherent murmurs before the door opened to reveal a young woman with dark hair and dark slanted eyes.

"I'm so sorry Caitlyn!" she exclaimed, a fake smile plastered on her face "I was in the bathroom, you see..."

"Sure" Caitlyn interrupted "Don't worry, I'm not going to waste your precious time. I just wanted to ask if you had seen Harrold lately"

Monica looked utterly surprised "No, I haven't seen your father in a very long time. Didn't he tell you? He broke it off a couple of months ago"

"My father doesn't usually give me a report of what he does with his personal life" Caitlyn responded "Anyways, thanks for your time, I won't bother you more"

"Great! I mean, I hope Harrold is alright!" Monica exclaimed, clearly glad they were leaving.

Caitlyn didn't even bothered to comment on her theatrics as she had already started walking away and just raised her palm as a gesture of saying goodbye. Vi immediately mimicked her but as they were walking away, she heard Monica cursing under her breath.

"Go to hell"

Without stopping, she turned her head, grinning "Thanks for the invitation honey, but we don't have enough time to pay you a full visit"

Monica wore an expression of terror and surprise at the same time, giving Vi the best feeling of satisfaction. Grinning, Vi turned her head again in front and followed Caitlyn.

"Where are we going now?" Vi asked when they were on the move again.

"Just another stop before we go to my parents' house" Caitlyn responded as she swerved to the left.

"OK..."

Caitlyn didn't gave her one simple look throughout the trip. Vi insisted on giving a concerned look every once in a while, debating whether she should say something or not. She wasn't sure how Caitlyn, she never was anyways but most of the time she could at least guess. Her silence saw either anger or frustration or a combination of both. It was probably a better idea if she tried and talk it out with her.

"Cait?" Vi asked. No response.

"Who was that woman and what did she have to do with your dad?"

Caitlyn sighed but didn't give an immediate response. After a few moments of silence, she finally spoke.

"My father is famous for his good political tactics but he lacks in being a good head of family"

"Oh"

Vi wasn't sure of what she should comment of that. The truth was sad and painful. Monica seemed as old as Caitlyn, maybe even younger than her. Vi didn't know if she should feel furious or upset about it.

"Are we going to another... Friend of your father?" Vi asked finally

Caitlyn pressed her lips into a thin line "Well, yes. Frankly, this one is a little bit more friendly than Monica"

Vi nodded, unable to say anything else and probably all Caitlyn needed was silence. The enforcer, who had never felt the family love, couldn't really understand the need of someone as successful as Harrold Fitzwilliam in both the career and the family sector wanting to be with someone else rather than his wife. The most ridiculous part was that he dated women who shared the same age as his own daughter. Shouldn't he be at least a little bit concerned about it? He had stopped seeing them of course, but still it was beyond Vi's comprehending. If she was at his place with family and such, she wouldn't go around searching for something else. But who she was to criticize one of Piltover's most powerful man anyways?

Their trip to the next apartment wasn't that long. This time, Caitlyn insisted that Vi stayed in the car, much to the enforcer's display, but she still didn't object to it. Caitlyn returned a little while later, a frown on her lips.

"So?" Vi asked

"As I expected, nothing" Caitlyn responded as she sat down on the driver and put her belt on "Didn't want to waste more time, that's why I didn't bring you upstairs"

"Then why did I come up to Monica's apartment then? I literally wasted ten minutes of my life starring at her stupid face" Vi snorted

"Because I knew she wouldn't be so reluctant to talk to me. Besides, I needed someone to bust a new door in case she wouldn't open hers"

Vi got surprised at first but then smiled sheepishly at the sherrif's reference in one of her quotes

"Y'know you can count on me in such cases"

"I know. That's why I brought you with me"

Half an hour later, Caitlyn and Vi were standing in the threshold of the most enormous house Vi had ever seen before. The pinkette couldn't hide her surprise and enthusiasm about the huge yard filled with rare flora, buses, trees and even a fountain in the center, pouring water. But the building itself wasn't that bad either. It consisted of three floors, each accompanied by several balconies full with pots of unique species of flowers. Vi had been here only once or two as Caitlyn's partner to different occasions but she could never get enough of the place and she was sure there was more to be discovered. It surprised her that Caitlyn didn't show the same enthusiasm but then she remembered that she had spent her entire childhood there.

The door was answered by a butler dressed in a dark blue suit, who let them in and helped them through this labyrinth of corridors, doors and different rooms. Vi was sure she was going to get lost if she was left alone in here and was glad she had Caitlyn and this butler to show her the way while she could admire more of the Fitzwilliam's wealth.

Almost every corridor had an expensive piece of art, even if it was a painting, a Shuriman vase or even a sculpture. When they turned into another corridor, they were met by a set or portraits of the family through the years, starting from when Caitlyn was still a baby. Vi couldn't help but awe at the younger version of her boss.

"You were such a cute baby!" she commented as she passed by a portrait of the Fitzwilliam's with baby Caitlyn settled on her father's lap.

"Was I?" Caitlyn inquired, looking over at the painting

"Definitely" Vi nodded as she stared at the rest of the painting, each drawn after a year from the previous one and before her eyes, she had the development of her boss through the years in paintings! That's some good shit. However, the paintings stopped when Caitlyn should be around twelve or thirteen, judging by the number of paintings they had pasted by, and were replaced my huge photograph posts until the age of nineteen when there were no more family pictures.

Vi turned to ask Caitlyn why they hadn't more photos of them but as if the sherrif had read her mind, she replied before the enforcer could even form a word.

"When I was twelve, I made my revolution and demand we stopped doing the whole painting thingy because it was tiring and purposeless" Caitlyn "My father couldn't do anything but just recede because my mother agreed as well so we just sticked to photos until I decided to drop out of university. I've never been called for a family photo since then"

"Man, that sucks" Vi commented "Was your father that mad with you?"

"Apparently, he believed the job of the sherrif doesn't lend itself for a girl of upper society like me" Caitlyn sighed "Nevertheless, I couldn't care less. I never liked myself filling a corridor's walls anyways"

Vi chuckled softly. Despite Caitlyn's best efforts to present herself as the «gun of the law», she was a rule-breaker herself and liked doing things her own way. Probably that's why she differed from the previous sherrif's; she had organized her own unique pattern of organizing the Wardens, which turned out to be very effective up to this day.

When they reached the end of the corridor, the butler pushed two massive doors open and led them in the biggest lounge room Vi had ever been to. Expensive furniture and art pieces were prevailing but what stood out mostly was the white piano at the far end of the room. Vi wondered if Harrold Fitzwilliam had ever taken up the time to learn this instrument or it served decoration purposes.

"Mistress will be done anytime soon so make yourself comfortable" the butler informed, motioning at the cosy couches that surrounded a glass table "If you need anything, young Mistress, you know where to find me"

"Thank you Rick" Caitlyn thanked the man gracefully and he bowed slightly before he excused himself.

"Young Mistress?" Vi repeated as she bursted into fists of laughter but she had to stop upon seeing Caitlyn's death glare.

"I'm sorry" Vi giggled "I find it a little bit silly, y'know what I mean?"

"Grow up" Caitlyn rolled her eyes "I'm surprised father even let them call me that after all"

"Sure, young mistress" Vi mocked, bursting into laughter again. Caitlyn pushed her away with little result, considering Vi's volume plus the gauntlets. As Vi laughed her heart out, her eyes fell again on the piano and curiosity took the best out of her, making her laugh die out. She instigated walking towards it and as she got closer, she noticed a picture standing on top of it. It was a photo of a younger Caitlyn playing the exact same piano whilst her father stood next to her, swelling in pride.

"Yo Cupcake" the enforcer called "You've never mentioned you can play the piano"

Caitlyn, who stood in the middle of the room with her arms wrapped around her, looked over her surbonite.

"It's been years since I've last played" she admitted "I miss it sometimes but I'm not sure if I'm good as I used to be. Without any practice, I highly doubt it"

"Nah, I'm pretty sure you still rock" Vi said as she walked towards her boss, smiling at her.

"Thanks I guess..." Caitlyn murmured and looked away again. There it was for the first time in that day the first show of her emotional chaos and she couldn't fool Vi. The pinkette reached her and carefully wrapped an arm around her shoulders, trying not to hurt her with her gauntlets.

"Don't worry Caitlyn, everything's going to be alright, you'll see"

"I hope so Vi"