Hola Hola, thank you for your patience with the new chapter. Decided to go back in time and write the story of how our heroines met, I hope you all enjoy it, especially the person who keeps reviewing just to ask for more aha. In amazing news, this story has now surpassed 3000 views which is majestic, I'm glad that people are enjoying my work, thanks to everyone who has enjoyed it so far! Also, a massive thanks to my stalwart partner who has supported me writing by withholding food and league of legends in order to make me write more, send help. P.S. I'm joking, thank you Eleanor.


When her alarm clock didn't go off at the usual time of quarter to six in the morning, and Caitlyn awoke roughly five minutes before she was due in at the station, she knew that it was going to be a bad day. Sleepily she cracked one of her eyes open and glared at the digital display, both eyes burst open as she took note of the time and swore loudly. Thankfully because she was so organised, a pile of clothes for the day were laid out neatly on the bedside cabinet, it did not take long for her to get dressed and ready. Although it pained her it seemed that deodorant and gum would have to substitute a shower and brushing her teeth. The sheriff buttoned her blouse whilst scanning the room for her egregiously large hat, glancing down she groaned realising that her buttons were matched up incorrectly. She mumbled an angry torrent of curse words and rearranged herself before marching towards the door and slamming it shut, unbeknownst to her a framed photograph was dislodged from the wall by the force, crashing onto the floor.

On route to the station, Caitlyn's mood went from sour to completely thunderous, helped by the slow moving pedestrians blocking the pavement and the seemingly never ending parade of cars that stopped her from crossing the road in a timely manner. By the time she stormed into the police department, she was about ready to explode and was grinding her teeth painfully together. She did not see the frightened expression on the face of the officer sat at reception, who regarded the sheriff's narrowed eyes with a wary caution, he had no intention of telling her the latest news about the vigilante and watched as she stepped into the elevator and with a sigh pressed the button repeatedly before the doors closed.

Arriving on the second floor, her already prominent frown became a scowl as she regarded the officers watching her warily from their cubicles. She stopped and raised an eyebrow at the ones nearest to her and surveyed the room with an icy glare, suddenly they lost their interest and hurried back to work post haste. Before anything else could happen she stepped into her office and slammed the door, leaning against it and pressing fingers hard onto her forehead in order to try and focus, she could not believe that she was almost an hour late. Caitlyn scowled and hurried over to her desk throwing herself into the wheeled chair and almost flying across the room, she was seething now, not only was she late but it seemed that everything was trying to piss her off today.

Gripping the desk fiercely the sheriff pulled herself towards it and grabbed the pile of paperwork in her IN box, the monotony of filing might be able to help her calm down. Sighing in a futile attempt to release some frustration before reading the top report, her eyes widened and she pulled it closer to her face in order to make sure she was reading the words correctly. Groaning loudly she swore "for goodness sake!" and continued to scan through the report, it was another one about the vigilante who had been rounding up criminals in Piltover and leaving them for the police to find. To be perfectly honest Caitlyn was sick of reading about the person, whilst they clearly meant well it was obvious from the injuries on the suspects and the trail of property destruction that their vigilante was doing more harm than good.

Absent-mindedly reaching towards the phone it rang unexpectedly, she jumped initially at the sound and gripped the receiver tightly before greeting whoever was on the line with a curt "sheriff." Initially she heard nothing and frowned, then a clipped voice spoke softly "Caitlyn, I trust you've seen the report by now", the sheriff stiffened at the sound of her father's voice and nodded before realising he couldn't see her and muttered "yes father." "The vigilante damaged another property last night, belonging to a friend of mine, he is insistent that the police department do their utmost to apprehend the vigilante. I trust this is the case already?" he questioned with a serious tone, to which Caitlyn coloured out of both frustration and embarrassment. Sometimes he spoke to her in such a manner that she felt like she was eight once again and had been caught trying to sneak another biscuit, composing herself she stated "of course. In fact, I'm taking the case on personally, I will find them."

The line remained silent and she had to check that he had not hung up on her before "good. I know you will, see you Sunday" rang out from the receiver, it appeared the acerbic tone had gone and now her father just sounded tired. Before she could reply he actually did hang up, placing the phone back with a touch more force than necessary she sighed and placed her head in her hands. So far, this vigilante had been very, well vigilant about staying the hell away from the police, Caitlyn's eyes narrowed as she thought about the possible scenarios. Either, she could wait and see whether the vigilante messed up and left a clue or something, or she could head out and attempt to shake down answers from the more criminal elements in society. The latter would certainly be more fun, and more effective, with a smirk she grabbed her hat and rifle before jumping up from the chair.

Caitlyn was grinning by the time she pulled her coat on, this was why she had became a police officer in the first place, solving mysteries and apprehending criminals. She always relished an opportunity for some real detective work, it was a lot more interesting than the basket of paperwork awaiting her, glancing at it she resolved to deal with double the load tomorrow. Just as she laid a hand on the doorknob she hesitated, going out to the less savoury districts in Piltover by herself was quite dangerous, most people recognised the sheriff, quite a few wanted revenge. This hesitation lasted only a moment as she figured that if she went incognito and just happened to sit in unsavoury bars, she was positive that a plethora of tipsy men would talk her ear off, some of whom might know information about the vigilante.

The officers in the Piltover police station had two shocks in the space of fifteen minutes, not only was the profoundly punctual sheriff an hour late but she had only been in her office for a few moments before storming out once again. An officer who was feeling particularly brave called out "hey sheriff, where are you going?", Caitlyn regarded him with a raised eyebrow before stating "I'm going undercover Rollins, don't contact me unless it is an absolute emergency." As the sheriff disappeared into the elevator, Rollins glanced wide eyed at the operatives near him before shrugging and laughing, the phone rang and he answered it promptly, it had unnerved him somewhat that usually stoic woman had been grinning.


"Score!" cried Vi as she regarded the haul in front of her proudly resisting the urge to do a fist pump, she had gotten a lot of useful stuff from the captured guy. Grinning she grabbed a can of the generic energy drink and downed it, she enjoyed the buzz and quickly ate three bananas. It had been a day since she had last eaten, though to be fair she was quite used to it having grown up as an orphan in Zaun, it had only been while she had been in her old gang that food was a given. The thought caused a deep aching pang within her chest and she frowned, it had been a while since she had thought about them, gazing over at her giant gauntlets her eyes narrowed and she threw herself down onto the mattress on the floor with a sigh.

She had been really fortunate to catch the guy, Jacob Masters was what his ID said but she knew better than to believe any identification, it was way too easy to make forgeries. Not only because he had food in his bag but also because she knew that he was a particularly disgusting piece of trash, in Zaun he was known as Jam. Terrible name if you asked her, but she supposed that child traffickers didn't really care what their moniker was. Vi had met the man three times in her life, once when she was a street urchin in Zaun racing between cars and attempting to clean them hurriedly in exchange for money, she was seven and he had been very interested in her. Scowling, Vi remembered that she had hidden underneath a dumpster for three hours to escape his advances, feeling very scared she had then moved to the next city.

The second time was when Vi was thirteen and although he was still interested in her, her gang had persuaded him to leave her be by promising not to kill him if he left, she grinned as she remembered them searching for him to get him anyway but he was long gone. Now she was nineteen and had spent the previous night scouting out a property that she was certain was a trafficking midway house, there were certainly not many of those in the city of progress. Binoculars pressed to her face she had audibly gasped when she saw his face in the upstairs window, emotions overrode her as they always tended to and soon enough she had been in the house.

Vi grinned in her makeshift apartment as she remembered the look of shock on the man's face as her gauntlet had broken his cheek, the bone had snapped with a satisfying crack. He had been knocked out by the impact and was easily slung over her shoulder, then she had left through the convenient hole she had left in the side of the building, she had memorised the address and made her way to the police station. Breathing erratically in the streets of Piltover Vi recognised just how lucky she had been, there could have been other people in the house, not only that she had forgone the balaclava she usually wore. She just hoped that nobody had been able to see her face as of yet, to be fair none of them would recognise her but a pink haired woman with giant gauntlets and a body over her shoulder was bound to be memorable.

During her moonlit stroll, she had kept to quieter streets and hurried, having no desire to be arrested along with her knocked out quarry. A few streets from the station she had whistled and dropped the man onto the ground singing "whoops sorry" when she heard the crunch of his face against the concrete. After removing the goods on his person, she had withdrawn some rope from the small bag on her back and proceeded to tie him more tightly than necessary to a nearby lamppost. Wiping her forehead with the back of her hand she grinned at the sight and scrawled a hastily written note before taping it with duck tape onto his face, it read 'I LIKE TO SCREW KIDS' which was technically correct. Chuckling she had left him and headed home, more nonchalant now that she was no longer carrying what looked like a corpse, she yawned and began to jog when she caught sight of a clock which bore the time as quarter to six, it was time for bed alright.


Caitlyn scowled into her glass of rum, she did not care for the beverage but she had almost been laughed out of the pub asking for water. In fact the barman had wiped tears from his eyes and poured her the drink on the house claiming that she had made his day, how bothersome. Sniffing it derisively, she scanned the room once again hoping for some kind of change, unfortunately for her it was the same patrons as earlier, drunken tramp asleep next to a gambling machine and a group of factory workers whispering around a circular table in a corner. She had been sat in the Blue Flame for the better part of two hours and had so far literally just been sat, alternating between reading the book she had taken with her and staring into her glass of Black Pearl, oh the stuff was ghastly.

Fingering the cover to her book, she had only taken the price sticker off before entering the pub, she recognised that perhaps a romance novel was not the most intellectually stimulating but Caitlyn hoped it would inspire one of the men that were sure to be in here later view her as a vapid woman and perhaps impart some much needed information. From speaking to a few of her contacts in the seedier districts of Piltover she had learned the Blue Flame was the pub to be in if one wanted information, due in part to the large criminal element that frequented the establishment.

Sighing she flung it open and begun to read from where she had previously been, so far the dashing young gentleman had just taken the clumsy heroine on a date and it had been hideous but he was still interested of course. The sheriff shivered for dramatic effect thinking that the love interest reminded her very much of her own suitor Jayce, she hoped that the protagonist in the story managed to evade his advances before leading a successful career in law enforcement although she doubted it.

Unbeknownst to the brunette, the person she was in fact searching for had just entered and was frozen in the doorway staring perplexed at the stranger in her favourite pub, wide eyed she gestured to the barman and pointed at the woman reading a book. In response he shrugged and mouthed "uptown", Vi grinned feeling the tattoo crease on her cheek and immediately pushed the hair out of her face, attempting to smooth it once she had caught sight of the woman's face and recognised that she was stunning. She wandered over to the bar whilst keeping an eye on the attractive woman still engrossed in the book she was reading, Vi stopped at the bar and received her usual without even asking, she smirked at Tom behind the bar and whispered 'wish me luck' before walking towards the brunette.

Caitlyn had not heard the footsteps approaching as she had just gotten to a particularly dramatic scene and even though she knew it was just romantic drivel, she needed to see whether Toby was going to forgive Spencer for having a moment with the suave doctor. Suddenly a pink haired woman slid next to her with a charming smile and a glass of rum in her hand, the woman leaned over her shoulder and began to read the page she was on whispering "any good?" Caitlyn froze in place, shocked at the sudden intrusion of her personal space and looked to her side finding the woman grinning at her with a wide grin and eyes alight. The sheriff could not help noticing that not only was she clearly somewhat arrogant but also that she was, well kind of attractive, you know if androgynous and confident was your type.

Grinning to the point that it felt like Vi's face was going to split in two, she regarded the stoic woman in front of her with a raised eyebrow, she could not believe her luck today, not only had she apprehended a real piece of shit but now there was a beautiful woman in the dive bar for once. Caitlyn regarded her coolly before commenting "you're a bit close aren't you?" and narrowing her eyes at the woman only inches from her face, Vi grinned before asking "come here often?" and winking exaggeratedly. The sheriff rolled her eyes and gazed deadpan at her before stating "often enough evidently" and taking a sip of her vile rum without the slightest hesitation, she had a feeling that if she was completely sober it might be difficult to make it through the evening.

The pink haired woman grinned before stating "just so you know who's number will be in your phone this evening, the names Vi, stands for Vi-" "violating personal space, yeah I got that" finished the sheriff who eyed the grinning woman with a serious expression. Vi stared incredulously at the brunette before bursting into a raucous fit of laughter and smashing her fist against the wooden table, Caitlyn watched her silently with her eyes narrowed, this woman was not only strange but my word she was also trying on her patience. Vi wiped a tear from her eye and chuckled again, she grinned "you're feisty babe, I like that" and leaned in closer to the brunette who's face she was already only inches from. The sheriff was utterly shocked by her motions and pulled herself further from Vi exclaiming "babe?" in a high pitched tone, aghast at the all too intimate nickname.

Staring bewildered at the woman next to her, Caitlyn queried "what makes you so positive that you'll leave here with my number? I don't just hand that out you know" before sniffing derisively and returning to her book. Vi gaped at the brunette in stunned silence, she had never been rebuffed before quite so effectively, it led to the opposite effect of what Caitlyn had wanted as the pink haired woman found herself now very much interested in her. "I've been told that I'm charming" whispered Vi as she leaned in towards the brunette, resting her chin on her shoulder and nonchalantly glancing at the open page, she grinned feeling the smaller woman stiffen in response, this was too much fun. The sheriff for her part was completely uncertain of how to proceed, clearly Vi was a massive flirt and seemed very confident, her thoughts were a touch hazy as she tried to ignore the distracting warmth emanating from the places they were in contact with one another.

With a jolt Caitlyn remembered precisely why she was sat in a bilgewater dive bar with the romanticised drivel in front of her, she needed information, and she was almost positive she would be able to get some from the lech next to her. The brunette turned her face quickly towards where she could feel Vi and found their faces inches apart, feeling warm breath caused a rather prominent blush to settle on the sheriff's face as a smug grin spread across the other woman's. "Wouldn't you agree?" murmured Vi, keeping her eyes locked on the lips of the brunette, being very obvious in her intentions, Caitlyn narrowed her eyes before biting her lip as a thought came to her. "You're not from Piltover are you?" queried the sheriff glancing with satisfaction at the raised eyebrow of Vi, roving her eyes across the previously deserted pub she noted with a frown that more people were inside now, hopefully none of them were paying either of them much attention.

"Nah" stated Vi who suddenly seemed a bit uncertain, she downed the glass of rum in her hand before standing from the table suddenly and asking "want one?" with a subdued smile, Caitlyn couldn't help but notice that the pink haired woman seemed tense. The sheriff nodded in response then watched her walk towards the bar, well walk wasn't really correct, it was more of a swagger, it was also fairly entertaining, she had never seen someone who literally exuded confidence. Narrowing her eyes, Caitlyn recognised that something had set Vi on edge, it must have been when she mentioned her not being a native to Piltover, touchy subject that should be avoided then if she wanted any intel. It might be best to forgo asking any personal questions, finishing her glass she decided to get on with it.

Loud footfall interrupted her internal deliberation and Vi crashed into the seat opposite her with two rather full glasses of rum, Caitlyn raised an eyebrow at her and received a big grin in response. "Thought you might loosen up a bit" whispered Vi, nudging the brunette and winking exaggeratedly, the sheriff tutted at her and took a derisive sip of her beverage, "you're definitely not from around here" she continued with a smirk. Caitlyn scowled at the comment, indignantly exclaiming "and what makes you think that?" and turning to face the arrogant woman with her eyes alight. Vi shrugged laughing at the outburst stating "bit uptight aren't we?", she chose to ignore the icy stare from the brunette before continuing "you can't get stressed about every little thing around here, you'd go crazy, you seem like the sort of person who alphabetises their kitchen cupboards."

Still chuckling at her own joke, Vi heard the other woman scoff before murmuring "well it only makes sense, why would you want baked beans next to tomato soup, I mean I know they are both tomato sauce based but..." Caitlyn looked up from her glass of rum to find Vi staring incredulously at her before bursting into laughter again and smacking her hand on the table overjoyed, the brunette visibly coloured and crossed her arms. She would not be spoken to this way by some low life criminal in a dive bar, no matter how charming or not hideous she may be, standing abruptly from her chair, she grabbed her book and stormed towards the exit. A gentle but firm hand gripped her wrist tightly and Caitlyn turned furiously to stare at the contact, Vi was still sat but was holding her around the wrist and her expression was apologetic "hey I'm sorry" she mumbled, staring earnestly into dark brown eyes.

Caitlyn remained standing, glaring at open azure eyes that seemed to be completely honest, it was so frustrating, she wanted to be mad but she was struggling to remember why with the sad look on Vi's face. Sighing loudly she sat back down and in the process of doing so extracted herself from the disturbingly pleasant grip, taking another sip of her drink she crossed her arms again and raised an eyebrow at the other woman.

"Considering you're so laid back, do you enjoy living 'around here'?" questioned Caitlyn irritation laced underneath every one of her words, it was not difficult for Vi to ascertain that the brunette was agitated. "Yeah, it's cool, I mean it's cheap and a lot of the people are okay" chattered Vi with a subdued grin "most of them anyway" at the last comment she had visibly stiffened, an action the sheriff did not miss. "Most?..." started Caitlyn, glancing at the still scowling pink haired woman, she trailed off hoping that Vi might finish the statement for her.

Silence followed instead, after a moment Vi groaned and rubbed her hand on the back of her neck, stating "yeah, most, last night I got in a fight with a real piece of shit, he was a child trafficker, even in the city of 'progress'" she placed finger parentheses around the last word and continued "you get criminals, I can't stand it when they hurt innocent people, usually I punch the shit out of them if I catch them." Finishing her monologue, Vi had punched her fist into her open palm and was grinning somewhat evilly, Caitlyn was watching her very carefully, she could see how passionate the woman was about helping people, but using violence to do so was definitely not the smartest idea. "I just yeah, I like the people in Piltover and I like living here, I'm basically your friendly neighbourhood dyke in shining armour" exclaimed Vi with a wide grin before downing her glass once again.

The sheriff rolled her eyes at the comment but she could not help grinning too, Vi was actually a lot of fun to hang out with, she dared say that working with the woman would be a hideous proposition but thankfully that was not the case. "That's clever" Caitlyn giggled unable to stop herself, a loud and obnoxious tinkling interrupted her and she quickly grabbed her phone, seeing that it was the station she glanced at Vi and shrugged apologetically before heading towards the ladies toilets. Once inside and after checking the cubicles quickly she answered with a hushed "hello", a hesitant voice responded " sheriff, I know you didn't want to be contacted but we've had a lead on the vigilante." Caitlyn's pulse quickened as the voice continued "it was the guy that was left near the station, you know the 'I LIKE TO SCREW KIDS' one, he said that he was attacked last night by someone."

Standing pressed against the cubicle door and whispering angrily into her phone, the sheriff snapped "yes, who?", there was initially silence and Caitlyn had to check that the phone call was still on, finally the voice stated "you're not going to believe me but apparently it was a woman, with pink hair, and giant gauntlets that could punch holes in walls. Really strange eh?" Caitlyn's face drained of any colour and she stared incredulously at the exit door, she whispered a hurried "yeah, thanks" before disconnecting and groaned loudly. She stared at her gaunt looking reflection in the mirror and gulped, she had to make a decision here, technically this Vi was a wanted criminal and usually the sheriff didn't deal in technicalities but something just felt off about imprisoning her. From studying her methods before even meeting and from their brief conversation, it was apparent that Vi was trying to help the police in her own way, which obviously could not continue due to the extensive property damage and medical costs.

Speaking of property damage, when her father had spoken to her earlier about his friend's property being damaged, he hadn't mentioned that a prolific child trafficker had been inside of it at the time. The thought didn't sit well with Caitlyn, her brows furrowed as she recognised that either her father didn't know or that he did know and was attempting to cover it up, she hoped it was the former but the latter was much more likely, there was little her father did not know. There would have been no reason for Vi to lie to her, for heavens sake she didn't even know the sheriff's name, she had to have been being honest. Her father must have wanted it dealt with rapidly so that the media could not turn the company of his acquaintances into a circus, hell if a statesman was in fact working with a known zaunite criminal of that caliber, it would cause quite a few political problems. Not to mention the nature of the crime, she felt sick at the thought of any trafficking occurring within Piltover, let alone children, remembering the serious expression on Vi's face when she recounted the story, Caitlyn hazarded a guess that she had a vested interest.

Realistically, Caitlyn could not allow Vi to leave and continue her vigilante behaviours, it was too costly and dangerous, the issue was what to do to get her to stop. Arresting her would absolutely lead to prison time, there were quite a few warrants for the excessive damage she had inflicted on the criminal element of Piltover, and any properties they happened to be in at the time. Her eyes widened as she recognised a solution, that would be the perfect option, she just needed Vi to agree to it, and you know, the statesman that ran Piltover, but she'd deal with them later. "Hey, you fall in?" joked the much taller woman who had just pushed open the door and stuck her head in the gap with a wide smirk and a raised eyebrow, Caitlyn could not hide the look of shock that flashed across her face. Vi frowned before entering the room and standing across from the brunette "everything alright...?...you know what I didn't actually catch your name" stated Vi quizzically with a chuckle, she glanced warily at the serious brunette, who even though it must be impossible seemed to be even more serious.

The sheriff placed her hands on her hips and stared into the mirror again, her cheeks were red, maybe she'd had too much rum, that would probably explain why the insane idea she was courting seemed perfectly legitimate. Turning towards Vi, she marched over to the door and placed herself against it, feeling the rifle press into her back she grimaced, hopefully she wouldn't have to use that but they could not leave this room without an agreement being reached. Watching bewildered Vi tried to comprehend what was happening, so far it seemed overwhelmingly positive, this attractive woman had all but locked the two of them into the bathroom and was currently pressed with her back against the door seemingly out of breath and red faced. Vi grinned before pressing an arm to the side of the other woman and leaned in close whispering "do you want to get to know each other better?" accentuating her point with a lip bite.

Even though the sheriff was distracted thinking through what she was going to talk to Vi about, she could not help feeling a strange heat coursing through her body at the close contact from the other woman. Caitlyn had never paid much attention to physical needs, finding them impediments to an otherwise focused life, relationships and displays of affection held no real interest for her, it was a strange feeling then to be embarrassed by the very forward advances. Closing her eyes to compose herself, she sighed and furrowed her eyebrows, "my name is Caitlyn" she began, Vi's nose scrunched up as if she was thinking particularly hard, she knew that name somewhere. "I'm the sheriff of Piltover, and I'm fairly certain you are the vigilante" finished the brunette, who was pressing herself even further against the door in response to the complete look of shock that registered on Vi's face.

"You're much hotter in person" murmured Vi as she stared wide eyed at the brunette pressed against the door, Caitlyn was on edge watching her warily but she rolled her eyes at the comment. This woman was truly insufferable, Vi had every reason to suspect that she was being arrested and she was still being a stubborn flirt. Suddenly her azure eyes began to scan haphazardly across the room, it was obvious she was looking for an exit but the only one was behind Caitlyn, the two stared at one another uncertain of what was going to happen next. Finally the brunette gulped and launched into the speech she had been practising in her head "Vi, you don't have many options right now. The man you apprehended last night spoke to the police and now they are looking for you. Like you said you like living in Piltover, so if you did manage to escape you would have to leave, not like you could anyway I mean I would stop you but-" she was cut off by Vi stating matter of factly "I could take you easy babe, then I'd just punch through the wall!"

The smug grin that accompanied Vi's statement seemed to melt off her face when she clenched her fists and realised that she did not in fact have her gauntlets, a scowl replaced it entirely when Caitlyn raised an eyebrow at her and shook her head laughing. Dammit, she was going to have a serious word with Tony about being able to bring her gauntlets in, what did she care if there was a no weapons policy, to be fair she already had a decent set of guns. "Ha that's a good one" stated Vi to no one in particular, grinning at the thought in her head, not noticing that Caitlyn was eyeing her very unsure as the pink haired woman appeared to be having a conversation with herself. The sheriff tutted before crossing her arms and exclaiming "I know about the gauntlets but unless they are invisible it appears you don't have them right now. I dare say that unless you want to kill me, you will have to listen to me."

Vi raised an unsure eyebrow at the sheriff, and was silent before stating "I'm listening" and leaning against the wall of a cubicle with her arms crossed also. The two stared at one another for a few minutes until Caitlyn finally spoke "I can't let you continue your vigilante actions, not only is it a paperwork nightmare but also the police are now aware and they would certainly expect me to arrest you right now." Vi remained silent and continued to stare at the brunette, she had no intention of going quietly but for some reason she couldn't help but trust her, it wasn't like she had much of a choice. Caitlyn continued with "I think that you've been helping us, in your own way, and that you mean well. To be perfectly honest we could really use someone like you on the force, I suppose what I'm saying is that instead of arresting you why don't you work for me?"

The sheriff had been staring at her reflection in the large mirror while delivering her proposition and when she heard nothing from the other woman in the room, glanced over to find Vi with her eyes wide open and mouth agape. She was making an odd choking sound that could have been shocked laughter and was soon beaming "are you fucking serious!?" cried Vi, rushing over to Caitlyn and grabbed the brunette by her shoulders. "You must be joking right?" she questioned whilst shaking the sheriff and grinning wildly, this scenario was completely insane, if someone had told her this morning that the very attractive sheriff was going to offer her a role on the police force instead of being arrested or continuing to be a lone vigilante, well she would have laughed and knocked them out.

Caitlyn was shocked by both Vi's childlike exuberance and the fact she was still being shaken by the pink haired woman, stuttering she spoke "I'm s-s-serious!" before pulling herself from Vi's firm grip on her shoulders. Scowling at the still grinning woman, Caitlyn continued "you're more familiar with the criminal element in Piltover than me, I think you'd be very useful to be honest, especially considering the influx of criminals from Zaun we're dealing with. Not only that but from speaking to you earlier, I feel like you do care about what happens to this city and the people within it, which means we have a common goal." Vi stared incredulously at the brunette before bursting into a fit of laughter, wiping a tear from her eye she stated 'so you're telling me that instead of being arrested, I can work for the police, beat the shit out of criminals and get paid for it."

"Well you'll have to be a lot more responsible, fill in your fair share of paperwork, and you will have to answer to me" Caitlyn responded with a sombre expression, she wasn't sure what Vi thought of her suggestion but the fool wouldn't stop grinning so it was very likely well received. "Alright" agreed Vi with a smirk before continuing "on one condition", the sheriff sighed and raised an eyebrow in response, the pink haired woman leaned into the brunette and whispered "I don't work for anyone, I work with you. We should be partners." Caitlyn narrowed her eyes at the obvious double entendre and sighed, harrumphing good naturedly at Vi she regarded the woman in front of her and the idea itself.

Due in part to being an only child, Caitlyn had never particularly enjoyed the company of others, she had certainly longed for it when she was very young but now she was quite content to spend time with herself. It would be very strange for her to work with somebody as a partner, even when she was ascending through the ranks in the police force, her superiors had never matched her with another trainee, it was well known that the Buxton heiress would respond badly. The idea of having a partner, especially one quite as brash and uncouth as Vi was a difficult one to swallow, but she supposed if it meant having her skills on the force and not behind bars, it might be worth it.

Honestly Vi knew that she was pushing her already fabulous luck by demanding to work as partners with the sheriff, she had already been offered a job doing what she loved without the risks of being arrested but she really wanted to get to know the brunette better. Although she'd heard of Caitlyn's reputation as a cold hard bitch, Vi couldn't really see it from their brief time together, though she recognised that the sheriff was quite serious, it just meant she'd have a lot of fun winding her up. "Deal" stated Caitlyn with a slight smile, interrupting the pink haired woman's internal monologue, who raised both of her eyebrows a little surprised at the sheriffs agreement and grinned widely. "Sweet!" she cried, pumping her fist into the air exuberantly, she pulled the sheriff into a tight hug and exclaimed "don't worry, I won't let you down cupcake."

"...I beg your pardon...?" the brunette whispered harshly in response, what on earth was this nickname about, pushing herself away and glaring angrily at the still grinning Vi, Caitlyn scowled and placed both her hands on her hips. "Well, don't you have those yordle traps with the cupcakes in them?" protested the much taller woman, Caitlyn frowned further and stated "yes I do, that doesn't mean you can call me cupcake, are we clear?" "Crystal clear cupcake" laughed Vi as she punched the brunette on the shoulder light heartedly and headed towards the exit door, "how about I get us another drink to celebrate?" she quipped looking back at the irritated sheriff. Caitlyn raised an eyebrow at her and stated "I can still arrest you, just so you know" to which Vi laughed and commented "yeah but trust me, you'd miss me too much" finishing with a wink. The sheriff sighed and shook her head before following her new enforcer, how on earth was she going to explain this to her father.