The Ultimate Plan

"Cait, you know anyone that's renting out a place? Doesn't have to be cozy, just enough to keep out street rats."

It was no secret that Vi grew up on the wrong side of the law, so when she took Caitlyn's offer and joined the police force, her old 'friends' started coming after her, calling her a coward and a traitor. Vi shrugs it off and would normally beat them until they can't talk anymore, but sometimes the damn rats still manage to pull off petty tricks to get at her.

Like burning her house down.

Well, it was more like a flat but to Vi, it was just nice to have a place to return to after a long day outside.

So here she was, asking her boss if there's anywhere she can go to until the city compensates her loss. Vi half-expected that she'll have to live in the streets for a while. It's no big deal—she grew up that way.

"You can stay with me for now."

But she hadn't expect that answer.

Caitlyn nearly bit her tongue as soon as the offer left her mouth.

What was she thinking? If Vi acted so wild and reckless at work and in public, who knows how crazy she is in her private time. Disco music at three hours past midnight, muddy boot prints all over her furniture, stacks of unwashed dishes, running around the place with no garments on—

…

Caitlyn's head started throbbing.

So when Vi accepted her offer, the word of profanity has never echoed louder in her head.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fu—

So during the first week Vi moved in, Caitlyn braced herself for any of Vi's shenanigans.

But nothing happened.

Everything was still intact. The only thing different in the house is the extra towel, toothbrush, pillow, blanket and shoes.

That's rather… quite shocking.

"Cait? Are you okay?"

Caitlyn refocused her attention and realized she's been staring right at her partner for the past minute. Vi was sitting across from her, drinking her morning hot chocolate (because she quotes coffee could have only been an accidental creation by God while he was drunk).

Caitlyn looked around her home again. Nothing out of the ordinary. Everything was organized. Vi was clothed.

Hm…

Maybe she was worried for nothing…

But her sixth sense was telling her otherwise.

Second week in, still nothing.

Vi didn't change during work, still brash and takes Caitlyn's orders as mere suggestions.

But as soon as Vi stepped back into the house, it's like a wild wolf turning into a husky puppy.

If that behavior wasn't so counteracting Vi's outside personality and suspicious, Caitlyn might've thought it was rather cute.

The Sheriff's eyes narrowed and followed Vi as she moved about the house.

She's plotting something. I know it.

Third week, Caitlyn began noticing some things. It's the very little things.

Vi likes to watch her action series in one channel, but the next time Caitlyn turns on the TV, it's always on the news channel, the only one she watches.

Then it just kind of hits her all at once.

Like how her cup is always full and she would never have to pour water before drinking, or how the shower is always warm whenever she goes in or the times she swears it was her own sub-consciousness that charges her phone.

… And one more very important thing.

She leapt out of the sofa and fast-walked to her fridge. She knew she finished the last of it yesterday…

There's just no way.

She opens the freezer.

And there it was, restocked buckets of ice cream.

Cotton candy flavor, the only kind she likes.

She never had to restock her fridge ever since Vi moved in.

Her heart is beating a bit too fast.

Shit.

Fourth week, Caitlyn couldn't take it anymore.

So while Vi was loafing around, watching her usual action and guns on television, Caitlyn grabbed the remote and hit the power button.

"Hey! What was that for?!"

Caitlyn narrows her eyes. "Don't give me that. What are you planning?"

Vi's expression went from questioning to amused. The corner of her lips curled up ever so slightly. "I… don't know what you're talking about."

Caitlyn can feel the heat rushing to her cheeks. God damn the effect this woman has on her!

"You are planning something. I know it! There is absolutely no other explanation!"

Vi sat up and made herself comfortable on the sofa, legs crossed and hand under her chin like some kind of villain watching as their evil plans come to fruition. "You're right. I am."

"Spill it!"

Vi chuckled and raised a finger in a beckoning motion. She lowered her voice. "C'mere. I'll tell you."

Aware that this might be a trap, but letting curiosity get the better of her, Caitlyn leaned forward.

Suddenly, Vi's hands gripped her waist and pulled her down. Caitlyn yelped and landed in her lap. She struggled to regain balance as Vi held her down, but froze when she looks up and realize their faces are barely an inch apart.

Her face is reaching boiling temperature.

She tries to look away, but she can still spot that damn growing smirk with the corner of her eye.

"So," Vi spoke up. "… my plan seem to have worked."

Fighting the heat in her cheeks, Caitlyn looked back at her. "I still don't know what the plan is."

Then she notices how Vi is looking at her with the softest blue and felt her heart flutter.

"The plan is…" Vi whispers the rest of the words in her ear. Caitlyn's eyes widened and looked away abashed.

"It worked, didn't it?"

"You don't know that…", she muttered under her breath.

Vi's smile widened. "I know it did."

Then their lips met.

You're right. I fell in love with you a long time ago.

Mission Accomplished.

Good work, soldier.