Insanity and anger aren't necessarily interchangeable words. One can easily be angry while being perfectly sane, or insane while fairly calm. So as such, it can be argued that insanity and anger aren't very dependent on one another, per se.

However, as Caitlyn quickly noted, there is a reason as to why the definition of 'mad' can mean both insanity and anger. Because as she laid eyes on the room before her, she realized that mad in both senses of the word clearly fit the description of it.

She hadn't been entirely sure of what to expect when she had opened the door. But one thing is for certain: she definitely did not expect photos and scribbles all over a wall or torn newspapers scattered throughout. And she especially did not expect to see a broken desk chair lying on the floor next to an equally broken hole in the wall.

Yes. Mad was quite an accurate description.

Gingerly stepping into the area so to not disturb it any further, she took stock of everything within. Besides the hole that was more than likely the byproduct of a furious Jinx, there was no other visible depressions or noticeable features in the walls.

And as she made note of that fact, it only piqued her curiosity further about the glaring cavity in the wall. After all, it was clear that smashing chairs in walls wasn't a common act for Jinx. And Caitlyn has never really known the girl to be prone to fits of rage either. So whatever could have driven her to that point must have been especially agitating.

"...Interesting," she couldn't help but murmur, as she stared at the hole. But after a few minute's time, she acknowledged the fact that she wouldn't gain any further information from merely looking at it, and decided to move onwards.

Taking to the wall opposite, she found there was a rather large desk stationed against it. But while the desk itself was rather unimportant, it was the surroundings of it that made it relevant, as beneath and on top of the desk lied the majority of the torn newspaper articles scattered about. Wondering what they were about, Caitlyn walked over and picked up one of the loose leaflets to examine its content.

And with a quick view, she found that it detailed an article on her of all people on its front page. Raising a brow, she then scanned it, noticing that it was rather familiar. And as she finished it, she remembered it was an editorial on the day she expanded the police department to incorporate more rookies and training sessions earlier in the year. It hadn't been all that significant of an event, so Caitlyn had forgotten about it all. But as she held the article in her hands, she remembered the day as if it were just yesterday.

Pausing in her reminisce, she briefly wondered why Jinx would be in possession of such an article. After all, it wasn't relevant to her at all. Or at least, not in Caitlyn's mind, it wasn't. Shaking her head, Caitlyn decided it wasn't an important thought before moving on. Setting the article down, she looked around eying each paper. But as she picked up another paper that looked interesting, she was mildly shocked as she found it was another article on her.

This time, it was one depicting her birthday two years before, where her parents had thrown an elaborate gala for her.

As she examined the article, however, Caitlyn couldn't help but frown. Setting it aside, she looked once more through the piles of newspapers, scanning much more intensely than before. And just as she imagined, she found even more articles pertaining to her herself. And not just her, but articles on her mother, Vi, and some others around her. It was...disturbing, to say the least, and she decided to move away from it all.

She wasn't entirely sure why Jinx was collecting so much information on her and those around her, but she wasn't sure she wanted to know either. But it did explain how Jinx seemingly knew so much about her, such as the date of her birthday, or how Jinx knew so much about Caitlyn's mother and her inventions.

Shaking her head, Caitlyn turned away from the desk. Instead, she faced the far back wall. The wall with the collection of pictures and scribbled words scattered about that she had seen upon first entering the room.

At a broad glance, she couldn't help but feel that with connecting lines drawn between each picture, and words detailing each connection, it looked like a stalker's masterpiece. Feeling somewhat in awe of the amount of time and dedication it took to produce this amount of work, it also left her even more disturbed than the articles had.

After all, as she moved closer, she could see the pictures were images of Vi and herself, with occasional pictures of Zaun and Piltover as well.

Why Jinx was placing such a significance on the both of them through the newspaper articles and now this wall of photos, Caitlyn didn't know. But determined to find out what the girl's obsession with them was about, she studied the wall, identifying each feature.

Several things of note popped out to her easily, including one of an old picture of a house in what appeared to be Zaun. Looking at it's caption, she read it aloud in a dull murmur.

"...Our old Home. I miss it..."

Frowning at that, she looked at another picture next to it.

It was one of Vi, with its caption reading, "This Vi girl. She looks...kinda like Violet would. Is she...is my sister? Is my sister still alive? ...Need to find out who this Vi is..."

As she drew in a sharp breath, Caitlyn realized how significant this particular revelation was.

...This answers everything. Or at least, everything revolving around Jinx's obsession with Vi. She must have Vi mistaken for whatever sister she once had. And knowing Jinx, it more or less explains why she focuses on annoying the hell out of Vi in all of their interactions...

Looking not too far away from it, Caitlyn found another picture of Vi, not far from the first.

"Vi...she really is Violet! She lived!" It read.

It confirmed her thoughts completely. But with her newfound knowledge only came newfound questions, that she didn't see a means of answering at the moment. So as such, she decided to return to the train of thought later, moving onto another recent picture.

This time, it was one of herself. Caitlyn recognized it as one taken from a magazine piece on her, likely the one dated a little bit after she had recruited Vi. Looking at the picture's note, Caitlyn read, "Caitlyn Rosen, Sheriff of Piltover. Heh. She's practically a hero now...saving Vi and ridding the town of bad guys. Pretty cute too."

Caitlyn couldn't help but tilt her head at that last comment. Cute? She finds me...cute? What...?

She scavenged around, attempting to find another image of herself. She wasn't sure what Jinx truly meant by that, but she had a strong feeling she wouldn't like it. But surely Jinx couldn't actually be...attracted to her? Could she?

Caitlyn found what she was looking for farther along the wall. One that looked like it had been taken recently, within the last couple of weeks even. It was her lying asleep in the bed of her bedroom here in Jinx's apartment. More than likely during the first night, as she looked to be in a lot of pain as she slept.

Reading the note underneath, Caitlyn was taken aback further.

"I hurt her. Badly. This is a reminder to not screw up again. I don't want her dead. Still need her to help me, like she helped Vi, after all. And maybe one day...for love me back?"

Caitlyn blinked. Then she blinked again.

She was dumbstruck, unable to form a single intelligent thought really. Even after re-reading it multiple times, she couldn't find understanding. And all that passed through her mind were broken fragments of sentences speeding through too fast for her to even make sense of anything. But after several more minutes of dead thoughts had gone by, Caitlyn finally reached a relatively coherent string of thought.

Does she...does Jinx actually...love me? No that...that doesn't make sense. It's..no, its impossible. Wrong even. A criminal falling in love with a sheriff? And what does she mean, help her like I did Vi?! She can't possibly mean help her from her own insanity? So what, then? Help her out of crime? Give her a chance of redemption like I did Vi? I mean...I could always try. But Vi...she was never as bad as Jinx is. Even if she may have killed more people than Jinx's estimated count, Jinx has cost the city more than thrice of what Vi has cost it. And Jinx has become so notorious that I don't believe I can even do anything to aid her. I don't even know where to begin to try and help her.

Shaking her head, Caitlyn pulled over the small desk chair from under the desk and rolled it over to the complexing wall. Sitting down on it, she rubbed her brow in deep thought and stared at the wall at a wide glance, trying in vain to take it all in.

This...this is why Jinx longed to capture me? Not to serve as her plaything, but to...help her? How does she even expect me to anything?

Caitlyn sighed.

How does one fix a broken mind?

That's the thought that has been plaguing Caitlyn for the past couple of hours. She was still sitting in the small, chamber of a room, and still analyzing the insane pictures and scribbles on the wall.

But not a single thing in the room made a lick of sense to her. Most of what she saw was just Jinx's random crazed thoughts in written form, with random pictures attached, like a note that said "I like food" of all things.

It was annoying to sift through, and even though she attempted to ignore much of the mess, it was impossible to escape all of the idle thoughts of a madwomen. But still she searched, and eventually, she did manage to find some few useful notes amongst the madness. Nothing overly significant at all, like the revelations about Vi and Jinx's relationship or her...feelings towards Caitlyn had been. But there were some notes that Caitlyn had found quite interesting.

She was able to gather some ideas about Jinx's true personality through the notes, with several showing her sides of Jinx that she had never thought she would see before.

For example, she learned that Jinx admires Vi's gauntlets and somehow knew the mechanisms behind them, through one of the notes. And through another, she learned that Jinx loved animals and dogs in particular. The girl had always yearned for a puppy apparently.

It was otherwise unhelpful information, considering such notes didn't get Caitlyn a single step closer to figuring out what to do with the girl. But they were fascinating still to her, and truthfully, she didn't know why. Maybe...it was because they humanized the girl that Caitlyn had seen so long as nothing more than a lunatic. The few weeks they had amicably spent together had worked towards that, of course. But there was something about these little intimate tidbits that brought Caitlyn closer to who Jinx was underneath the terrorist.

However, beyond what she had already seen, she did not manage to find anything that was of true importance. And she although she had been studying through the room for a while now-searching thoroughly throughout, scattering papers onto the floor as she went through them, and examining each and every picture on the walls-she found nothing.

Nothing at all. Not in the papers on the floor. Nor the drawers of the desk. Nor the singular drawer of the lamp table. Nothing.

It was stupefying, to say the least. And fairly infuriating. For some inexplicable reason, since discovering this room, she has felt a burning desire to understand Jinx more and to find if there was any way she could possibly help the girl. But how could she if she had no clue who Jinx really was or even a way to obtain such a clue?

Sighing, she leaned against one of the walls and closed her eyes to think.

Is it even worth to try to help her?

Caitlyn had contemplated this a couple of times already. She tried to justify her want to help Jinx by comparing it to her prior want to redeem Vi long ago. Vi had been a hard case to get the city council and the mayor to accept as well, for they hated the idea of Caitlyn rehabilitating a known criminal, even if juvenile. As if was, they barely relented after the fact that Vi was the one to save the miners in that one operation incident came to light.

But rather than trust that Vi could be redeemed, it was clear to Caitlyn that the only reason the mayor had accepted was that he trusted her words enough to permit her the chance.

So when Caitlyn thought about how hard it would be for Jinx to be accepted...well, she couldn't help but frown. Jinx is almost a thousand times more infamous than Vi ever was. Even considering how the estimated count of deaths related to Jinx is lower than Vi's estimated count was, it didn't excuse the damage Jinx has caused in her time. All the money spent towards repairing Jinx's damage cost the city too much. It was money that the city could have tripled in size, or even fund Heimerdinger's crazy ideas and inventions for practically a lifetime! Well...probably not, but still, it was a lot.

To say the least, Jinx is a lot bigger of a problem then Vi ever was. If the mayor or the city council did not approve of Vi at first, why would they have a different opinion of Jinx, who is more the criminal than Vi was?

But...Caitlyn still gave Vi a chance, and Vi turned out alright. Maybe a bit unpredictable and rough around the edges, but still good overall. Who is to say that Jinx can't end up the same way?

She could become an honest citizen, improving things for Piltover through the technological and mechanical brilliance she showed Caitlyn. It would be much harder to convince the council and the mayor of this. But if she even had a chance of redeeming the criminal, she needs to first find something that can prove not only herself, but the city as well that Jinx is capable of being redeemed.

Caitlyn was snapping.

She was a perfectionist in her nature and a persevering one at that. She could not simply live with the minimum or even average in life and strove to be exceptional in every and anything she did. It's what led her to end the crime in Piltover at the ripe age of 16, at least until Jinx came to town. It's what lead her to be arguably the best sheriff Piltover has ever had. And at times, she valued this particular of hers.

But right now, she was quite annoyed with it, as this search was pissing her off. Her nature to make things right was causing her to want to redeem Jinx and give her a chance to change her life for the better, even though the criminal was most likely a lost cause. But she listened to her nature and keep looking.

It took another hour, another long, torturous hour of searching through the seams of the room for information, but she finally found something. This something being a diary-Jinx's diary. In retrospect, it was something that she probably could have found a long time ago, had she looked more intently.

In fact, she did find it a long time ago, inside the dusty little lamp desk that sat off to the side of the room. But at the time, she simply did not register it as a diary. It was rather inconspicuous on the outside, looking like any old book and when she first found and opened it, the first half of it was completely empty.

So she had just shrugged it off at the time as nothing more than a blank book, deciding to return to searching elsewhere. But when she had returned to it much later, and actually skimmed through it, imagine her surprise to actually find some entries.

Sitting down, she moved to read through the entries, hoping to find something worthwhile within since everything else had proved to be little towards progress.

'Entry One.

Hello future self! Not really sure how to address this, because I'm speaking to myself. The future version of me anyways. So I'm just going to say hi, hoping that you'll say hi back, future me!

...Er...assuming that I'll actually come back to look at these entries. Whatever. I'm sure I will.

Anyways, I decided to start this diary to write down all my thoughts, random feelings, and blueprints. As you may have noticed, I left a good chunk of the pages blank so that if Violet ever manages to find it from its hidden location, she'll just think it is a blank book and leave it alone. That way she won't read it!

...Hopefully.'

Caitlyn's left eye twitched in annoyance. Well, that explains those damnable empty pages.

Rolling her eyes she continued.

'If she actually searched through it and found my entries, it would suck. I don't really have a better way of keeping this stuff private either. If I put a lock on it, she will really know that it is important, and will pick it. I want to try turning this into those secret messages we sometimes play within some assignments at school, but I don't really know how to make a decoder. So for now, I'm just gonna stick with the empty pages deal.

I wish she wasn't so smart and curious though. It's annoying. She's only a little 4-year-old, but can read a lot already and I feel like she's smarter than me somehow! Mom says she gets it from Dad and he always said that he was pretty mische...miskiev...mischievous (is that how it's spelled?) when he was a kid and it's just rubbing off on her. But it makes things impossible to hide from her tiny hands!'

That name-Violet-it came up again. Caitlyn remembered from the notes that Jinx believes that Vi is her sister Violet. But Vi never said anything about her full name. Especially that it was Violet.

Then again, Vi told Caitlyn that she didn't remember much of anything before she was six. Maybe she forgot her full name as well, remembering only a nickname. Caitlyn felt that was a reasonable explanation.

'B'sides that though, today was a good day. It was the first day of sixth grade and it went pretty well. I was kinda a bit bored at the beginning because the dumb teachers just went on and on during the orientation, but it got better later on. I got placed in a mechanical engineering class, and so far it's awesome! I think I'll learn a lot from it and the teacher is nice too. She's taught us some pretty fun and neat stuff without being boring either. I hope that I can learn how become an engineer from her, just like Dad too.'

Caitlyn skimmed through the rest about Jinx's school, because while a good and wholesome read, she found it to be of little importance. She needed revelations about Jinx, not slices of her past life. She flipped some more before picking up again as the text detailed a time after her classes.

'After school was fun too. I went exploring a bit-even though mom hates it when I do that-and I found this cool toy shop near the rich districts. The owner was a nice old guy who showed me all kinds of neat things.

I bought these little boxing gloves he showed me for Violet, using the money I got from doing chores over the summer. She loves hitting things and I'm hoping that they won't just make her happy, but will also make her punches hurt a lot less when she decides to hit me instead of her pillows or toys.

Maybe I'm just very weak for a 9-year-old, but she seems really strong and violent for a 4-year-old. I guess her nickname, Vi, doesn't just stand for Violet, but stands for Violence, heh.

Oh, I right. Before I go, I almost forgot. I saw this weird - but a good kind of weird - girl when coming home from the toy shop. She had this big and purple hat on, and she had this blueish purple hair. She was walking with a guy that looked like her dad and they had come from the toy store too, with a toy gun that she was messing with. I don't really know why I remember her, but I figured I talk about her because I like her. I guess the hat is pretty funny to look at or something. Maybe I should talk to her if I see her again. See if she's as funny as her hat.

Anyways, that's all for today! See ya, future me!

- Jessie.'

"Jessie? So that's her real name?" Caitlyn murmured aloud as she read the closing line.

Taking a moment, Caitlyn processed the new information. She has a real name to Jinx now; even if it was most likely just a nickname. It could help her though, if she were to find the full name, as having a true name to Jinx would allow Caitlyn to access birth records and research the girl. But while this entry tells her that Jinx's real name was something akin to Jessie, it's not enough. She needs more.

But aside from that, Caitlyn couldn't help but also linger on the last part of the entry. With amusement, she finds it uncanny that Jinx had stumbled across her as a child. Of course, there was no guarantee yet that it was Caitlyn, but she felt it was safe to assume that she was the girl that Jinx had been describing because after all, that expression matching her completely. There aren't too many girls that prance about in top hat and fewer still with indigo (not bluish-purple; that's not even a proper name!) hair.

She even remembers the toy shop that Jinx spoke off. It was a pleasant little shop that Caitlyn had frequented until it had unfortunately closed down after several years. So she was almost 100% certain it was her Jinx detailed.

But searching her mind, she wondered if she had seen Jinx herself, back then. Since Jinx was 9 then, Caitlyn would have been around 11, so it was too long for Caitlyn to completely remember. But it was a possibility that she could have glanced at the other girl for a moment, only to forget it later.

Letting out a yawn, Caitlyn realized that she was starting to get tired. So, closing her book with a sigh the Sheriff decided to move back to the comfort of her room and finish reading it there. Not to mention that she knew that Jinx would be coming back soon, but didn't know exactly when, since Jinx didn't specify. The criminal might choose to come back today by surprise, or she might come back a week from now. Either way, it would be better to minimize risk and keep things careful and private in her own room.

She didn't want to be caught red-handed in the one room Jinx had specifically told her not to go into, of course. So holding the book in under her arm, she went back to her room, not before taking special care to readjust everything in the room back to the way it was beforehand.

When she got back to her room, she turned on the light and propped herself onto the bed. Getting comfortable, Caitlyn then reopened the diary to the second entry of the diary.

'Entry 2.

Hello again! Oh, I guess I don't have to keep saying hello, but who cares. Anyways, today was another good day, if I ignore Vi testing her boxing gloves on my face to wake me up. That hurt a bit. Okay, no, it hurt a lot.

I started on my first project in mechanical engineering class today! My teacher is having us build hextech devices and let us choose from a list of devices. I am going to make a digital clock because I thought it would be the easiest, although my teacher thinks it may be too complicated for me. I told her that I can do it and Dad said he'll help if I need it too. I already have the designs for it too. So all there is to it is just to do it.'

There was a blueprint at the bottom of the page underneath the words, showcasing Jinx's detailed work. Caitlyn couldn't understand all of it, but got the gist of its design. It did look complicated, but also had a certain beauty to it.

So she is a prodigy in engineering. That explains how she became so adept at weaponry and their mechanisms. She must have learned about weapon machinery, and applied her knowledge of other machinery to it.

Caitlyn let the thoughts pass and kept reading the rest of the entry.

'Oh, I also saw that girl from yesterday again! She still had that silly hat too. I think I will call her...Hat Girl. Yeah, that sounds good.

She was outside my classroom today, waiting for my class to end. I think my teacher is her mom or something, because when class was over, she walked in and was talking to the teacher before giving her a hug. They kinda look alike too. Same blueish-purple hair.

She didn't notice me, and I didn't get to hear much of their conversation, but I heard the name "Caitlyn", from my teacher though.

I think that's Hat Girl's name maybe? Caitlyn. It's a nice name and it fits her. But I am still gonna call her Hat Girl, heh.

I still wonder if I should talk to her or not.

I doodled her on the next page so that I won't forget her and so you can see her, but that's all for today. See ya later!

- Jessie.'

So that all but confirms it. Jinx was indeed talking about me. Caitlyn flipped the page to make sure and sure enough, there was a crude drawing of a girl that looked just like her as a child.

She spent her childhood at Piltover, right under my nose? Caitlyn couldn't help but think. She must have been in the school where my mother taught class at before she quit to pursue invention full time.

Caitlyn chuckled to herself.

To think, I was right next to the girl who would turn out to be my enemy in the future, but was blind to it. Well, they say hindsight is 20/20 for good reason.

She shook her head before returning to the book, trying to learn more about the enigma that was still Jinx.

Author's Note

Not much to say bout this one, but just wanted to announce that I'm getting back into things again after my intentional hiatus during November. Let me know how you enjoyed this chapter though! It's always appreciated of course.