It's been two days since Caitlyn wandered into the pink haired brawler's cell, yet for all those hours, she did not feel better. She always knew that there's a huge hole in her plan of creating the perfect city, good for everyone. The reality was harsh and not every citizen would ever be equal, and she, on top of the ladder, would never experience the pain of being poor.
The meeting with her superiors wasn't as easy as she wanted it to be, but at least the words about her being rescued by the criminal went through the minds of higher-ups and they decided to treat pinkette a little better - even if it meant only freeing up her arms. They had no reason to restrain her any longer, without the gauntlets, the brawler was as powerless as a normal person, or so they thought.
She had to go there and meet again with Vi. Not that anyone asked her, Caitlyn felt the strong need to talk with the person who seemed to care.
"Feeling better?" Surprised by the question she wanted herself to ask brawler, Caitlyn hesitated to answer. Pinkette was sitting on the floor, leaning on the wall. Her eyes focused on every move sheriff made.
"I guess so, why would you ask?" She walked up to the only chair in the room and put the weight on it, while crossing her legs.
To sheriff's surprise, the brawler smiled.
"You looked like crying." The answer made Caitlyn's eyebrows furrow, she centrally didn't feel like tearing up. Pinkette waved her hand. "No, no. I mean last time."
"I would like to apologize for my behavior, it was unprofessional and wrong." Sheriff felt a little ease while seeing the brawler in a less painful position. She yet again seemed like a normal person. The human that Caitlyn talked in her apartment.
"Easy there boss." Vi got back on her feet and stretched. When her bones made a cracking sounds, she grimaced uncomfortably. "Having wrinkles at such a young age is not that attractive."
"Am I?" Somehow those words made Caitlyn laugh. It was almost unbelievable that few seconds ago she was feeling guilty, while enjoying the chit-chat with the person who made her life like that.
"Do you care about a criminal's opinion?" Vi seemed really entertained by this kind of conversation, her eyes sparkled with such life, as the sheriff started to wonder if something happened.
"I would be lying if I said that I do, in general, but your words seem honest enough to make me care" Caitlyn leaned forward with a vile smile painted on her face. "So am I?"
The sudden pink color matching the hair appeared on the brawler's face. Like teenagers, both slightly embarrassed and aroused by the teacher - thing that should not happen, and even if, not a chance for something more to exist between them. But somehow it put Caitlyn in a good mood.
"I, um... Yeah." The brawler leaned on the wall and looked over her feet to hide the flushed face. It was weird for Caitlyn to see someone going from one edge right into the another. At first she was depressing, making Caitlyn feel guilty and bad - but now she was getting flustered and embarrassed. The whole situation seemed like nothing bad happened between them over last days.
Curiosity made the sheriff stand up and walk to the brawler, to look at her face.
"So, Vi." Caitlyn reached out to the outlaw's face and placed it under her jawline. "May I ask you about something important?"
It seemed that the brawler lost her tongue when she had to look into Caitlyn's eyes, or was it because of sheriff using her name?
"The charges are against you, and so is law, but I may consider your wish and try to change it." The little excitement in Caitlyn's voice and sparkles in her eyes looked like it was the first time in her life when she would go against the rules.
"So they want to bring me before the court and to jail?" Pinkette finally opened her mouth.
"Of course, that's the Piltoverian law, isn't it? We have to punish the bad guys." Caitlyn's hand let go of the brawler's face. "Consider your wish as, hm... Christmas gift."
"Why are you doing this?" Vi barked in response, her mixed feelings had clearly shown the sight of recognizing the trap, but she had yet to understand what kind of situation she got herself into.
Caitlyn on the other hand was sure of her decision. She surely needed someone like Vi by her side, the only person to recognize the filth of the Piltoverian law, but to also see the good sides of it.
"And why did you rush to rescue me? The answer is clearly the same." It wasn't.
Caitlyn had already done her little research, the free time given to her for paperwork only as she was unable to work outside the office was enough to make her overuse her authorities.
"And so, what do you wish for, miss Vi?"