I sat up, my jaw dropped wide open. Why was I so shocked? Of course Caitlyn would come back begging me to be her partner again. Of course she would come back telling me she regretted everything she did and said to me. And yeah she'll wanna beg for my forgiveness and mercy. But no. She doesn't deserve it. So she won't get-

"Vi, attention, please."

You think you can be so harsh to me and then ask for my attention, my focus, my respect, and with a 'please' no less? You don't even have the nerve to talk to me in a voice that conveys how you really feel. That bitter, harsh voice. The voice that condemned me. The voice that sent me away for one little mistake. And a mistake I made out of dumb, blind anger, too!

She walked closer to my bed as I turned my head to the side to ignore her. But...I just couldn't make myself turn my head. Part of me wanted her to cry and beg for forgiveness and then harshly reject her. Part of me also wanted to apologize. And part of me wanted to listen to her apologies...and to forgive her. Deep down, I wanted her to forgive me. But, then again, another part of me made me wanna agree to Jinx's deal...if she ever figured out how to accomplish her crazy scheme. And the other part of me wanted to watch her be-not just want her to be- slowly eaten alive. So really...what do I know about what I want? Nothing. Well...thats a lie because I do know...

My thoughts were interupted by a hand being put on my shoulder. It was Caitlyn's hand. I wanted to jerk away...but I couldn't. She was staring right into my eyes. Her dark brown eyes. I had never noticed how dark they were before. They were almost black. Good. They match her soul.

"Yeah Caitlyn?"

It came out so...sentimental-ish-y-like-yet-not-quite. Is that a word? No..but I just said it, so it is now. I was staring back into her eyes. My eyes were boring into her eyes quite intentionally (Damn. I did it again). Partly because I felt...I don't know what I felt...but I felt it...and partly because I was hoping that there was a slight chance I have an unknown power to shoot lasers out of my eyes.

"If you would follow me, please."

She didn't even cuff my hands. Am I really that wimpy to her? Do I act that weak? Or is she just too trusting?

It all seemed surreal to me, either from the fact that I've had no sleep...or the fact that that bootlegged alchohal was finally getting to me. What was a minute or two, felt like ages. Time felt like it was bending and winding around, stretching and shrinking in the dark of the blank corridor. It was so silent, save for a few roudy cells we passed by. The darkness seemed to engulf the dim flourescent lights that lined the above ceiling. Click-clack, click-clack went Caitlyn's heels as she walked down the hall. It was some what comforting and unnerving at the same time. It was somewhat reasurring.

We stopped in front of a giantic abomination to the door. The sign above it said exit. It was a taunt. A dare. You may have your freedom if you can bust me down. Unlock my neverending, always-changing security, and you are free, you have your escape. To some, anyway. But not to Cait. No she had a get out of jail-free-card. Literally. It was blue and silver with a barcode on it. She swiped it under a scanner. She proceded to enter a multitude of codes in. I looked at the door as she did. It was rather...Zaun-like. Giant black gears. Giant black cords. Shadey looking indeed. It was bursting out steam through random pipes. It was painted red and green and yellow in certain places. Every now and then I would discover a bright yellow glowing circle on it that would soon disappear and light up somewhere else on the door. It was menacing. Intimidating. It had a malevolent air around it. Kinda like it would eat some one.

The door opened with the sound of a bunch loud locks unlocking. Scraping, clicking and shuffling out of place. Caitlyn elegantly opened the door with grace. And with one hand too. It looked really heavy. I tried to shove against it after it shove. Didn't budge. Zaun mechanics. Go figure.

We walked down a cell-less corridor now. It was brightly lit with flourescent lights and had a drone on the right and left side for every 10 feet. This was a long corridor. There were hallways and doors that intersected and branched off of it. We, however, kept walking straight mostly. We took a sharp right turn and then walked straight some more. Then took a left turn. And so on. To sum it up, we walked.

We stopped again, at a another door this time, too. This one just had a swipey-thingy on it, no weird screen and keyboard. Caitlyn simply produced a purple card this time. It actually matched her outfit. How come I never got a card that matched my outfit? Or, even better, one that matched my hair?

The door opened and I didn't wait for Caitlyn to give the 'okay, you can enter,' I just saundered in. Or I attempted to. No, I staggered in and tripped on my own feet. Way to go Vi, way to go. Caitlyn just walked past me as I heaved myself off the ground. I love how you care so much about me Cait, oh wait, you don't.

"Officer Vi, take a seat."

I mumble something inaudible as I sat down on a leather chair, I hoped it was inaudible, because I don't even know what I said.

"As you know, you were arrested."

"Yes, I know."

"Do you know why?"

"*Grumble* Yes."

"Then why were you arrested?"

"Because I pissed you off."

Caitlyn started laughing a bit at this. Um..was she high or something?

I just stared blankly at her...contemplating if I should take advantage of her buzz and walk out of here with my own hair-matching card...or if I should smack her back to reality. So far, the first choice was winning.

Caitlyn's face went back to serious, "Oh, you're not kidding?"

"No."

"..."

"..."

"So no one told you about the plan."

"..."

"For the love of god, Vi, answer me."

"No one told me."

Caitlyn massaged her temples, and looked back at me. Now she was frustrated.

"I informed Jayce to tell you."

WELL THERE'S HER FREAKING PROBLEM RIGHT THERE! MR.I'M-SO-FREAKING-AWESOME-AND-I-AM-SO-SMART-AND-HANDSOME. OUT OF ALL THE PEOPLE SHE COULD HAVE PICKED, SHE CHOSE HIM! He's a freaking dick-head.

"...*Rolls eyes*"

"Very well, I will inform you," She stopped to think for a moment, " Vi, you were not really arrested. It was an inside job, so to speak."

"Huh?" My jaw had literally dropped and I was staring at Cait like some kinda confused neandrathal.

"Well, we wanted you to do an inside job on finding the bootlegger of the prison, but, when that criminal-"

"Jinx"

"What?"

"Her name is Jinx."

"When Jinx arrived we decided that we would have yo do an inside job on her too. But, we did not inform you on that part, because we were afraid you might-"

"Might what? Screw it up. Rat myself out? Tell her the plans?"

"Yes."

"Nice trust Cait, Nice trust."

I got up and staggered out the door, this time I did not trip.

"Officer Vi, come back here!"

"NO!"

I flipped Caitlyn off and headed straight for the one place that all problems could be solved at.

The bar.