Sorry for taking so long, been going through a bit but I'm ready to write again. Enjoy!

Jinx let out a long groan and she stretched her arms high above her head, completely oblivious to the noises that surrounded her shelter. She looked at Christ, who seemed a little on edge. She looked him over, confused. "

"What's the big deal pretty boy? Calm down already."

Chris looked at her, wide eyed. "Are you serious?" He stood up, "We literally just barely escaped Vi not even 2 minutes ago. How can I not be a little careful?"

Taking a step towards him, Jinx pointed her finger, pushing on his chest. "I thought you were fun. Are you new to this or something?" She glared straight into his eyes.

He scratched the back of his head, figuring out how to answer. "It's... let's just say it's been a while." She tilted her head curiously at him. "Besides, when I did this I was never really caught. Not used to my escapes being that difficult." He explained himself while slightly changing the subject.

"Really? It was just fathands." She spoke as if Vi wasn't a threat whatsoever.

"Whatever," He ended the discussion, moving her finger from his chest. "Let's find a safe way out so we don't run into them again." He began to look around for an escape route.

Jinx sighed with displeasure. "Whatever, buzzkill." She grabbed the jaws of fishbones and aimed at the wall opposite of the window they came through. Chris turned to her and his eyes widened with surprise. Before he could stop her Jinx pulled the trigger and blew a decently sized hole in the wall.

Jinx giggled and grabbed Chris' hand as she started to run towards the hole where they were apparently making their escape. Still giggling Jinx threw her traps behind them to slow down whoever was most likely now after them. Chris expected himself to panic but found himself actually... Smiling. He was having fun somehow even though police bots and most likely piltover's finest where probably chasing after them. It was unexpected but it was fantastic.

As they continued running Chris let out a small chuckle, which Jinx heard. "See? Isn't it fun to be a little ballsy sometimes pretty boy?" She looked behind her at him and smiled.

Christ smiled back. "There's just something about risking your life I swear!" He said sarcastically with another chuckle. He saw something in front of them. "Cop Bot up ahead! Trying to cut us off!" Jinx looked ahead of them again.

She giggled again. "I have an idea!" She shouted to him, her voice hinting it wasn't going to be good.

He felt her tug on his hand a bit, getting the hint at her idea. "Alright!"

She pulled hard on his hand as she begin to slow to a halt, giving him more momentum. He kept running at top speed with his elbow out in front of him until he smashed into the 'face' of the police bot, damaging it and knocking it over, rendering it useless for the time being. He stopped after hitting it and tried to catch his breath before Jinx zoomed past him, running again. "Let's go slowpoke!" She called behind her as she raced ahead.

Chris shook his head and began to run towards her, keeping her in sights as he followed her to the unknown destination.

She does have a destination... Right?

After they had ran for another six minutes without anything but running happening they both stopped in front of an abandoned apartment complex, the cops far behind them by now and they needed to stop running. At least, Christ did. Jinx seemed as energetic as ever somehow.

"Jinx... Aren't you... Even a little tired?" He asked, trying to catch his breath.

She shrugged. "Not sure what it's like to be tired. I don't do anything that isn't exciting."

"Don't you... Sleep?"

"Uh, no idea."

Before he could question her response she looked at the building and announced; "Here we are. Come on inside, if you get boring again I'll kick you out." She warned him with a somewhat serious expression.

Chris looked the building up and down, inspecting it. He jumped in surprise when he felt hands on his back. "Let's go slowpoke!" Jinx pestered, trying to push him towards the building.

He turned around and put her hands at her sides and off of him. "Alright, alright." He said, putting his hands up in front of him. he turned and walked towards the entrance as Jinx jumped in front of him to walk ahead of him. As she led him into her hideout he observed her. Her skin was very white and it stuck out like a sore thumb in the dark of the night. Even with the lack of clothing that made up her outfit there still wasn't much to see, at least when it came to her chest. Her butt somewhat made up for the lack of chest. It wasn't huge but it had nice shape to it, even visible with the almost magenta jean short-shorts. He watched it move as she walked without really noticing what he was doing.

"Here we are!" She shouted excitedly as they stopped in front of a door. He looked up with a jolt, her voice surprising him. He looked at her red eyes as they shone in the dark. She opened the door that was labeled "116" with letters made of fake gold attached to it. "This is where I stay!"

Christ took a look around the apartment. It was obvious that it was abandoned. Kind of messy, most furniture was very dusty. There appeared to be a bedroom and a bathroom as well as the dining room/kitchen and the living room that had no walls separating them. Some things seemed well kept though, there was opened cupboards with junk food stuffed into them and one small couch that seemed like it was used often.

He looked down at her and she smiled, seeming proud of he home.

He smiled back, "It's nice."

She punched his arm playfully, hurting herself a little. "Thanks pretty boy." She shook her hand to get rid of the slight pain. Looking like she was thinking for a split second she looked at him with a grin. "Live here. There are plenty of apartments that aren't busted up. It'd be able to talk to someone other than fishbones for once." She leaned towards him and whispered, "He can get pretty moody sometimes."

Chris thought about the opportunity while Jinx stared at him. "Well, I did just come back into town. Don't really have anywhere at the moment."

Jinx looked at him with a slanted frown, "You tried robbing a bank without anywhere to put the money? Which one of us is really crazy?" He raised an eyebrow at her.

"You actually are crazy."

"Well duh!" She slugged his arm again, with her other hand this time. "I have a doctor's note." He smiled, wondering if she somehow actually had one.

"I guess I'll stay. Mind showing me where the not-so-broken apartments are?"

She looked up to her left like she was thinking about it before shaking her head. "Nah, I'm gonna sleep." As soon as she said it she walked to the couch and laid down.

"I thought you said you were never tired." He sighed as he realized he was going to get no help in this situation. When he didn't get a response he decided to just check out the apartments himself and find a good one.

He closed the door behind him as he left Jinx's room and looked around the hallway. The door across from Jinx's wasn't an option, seeing as it wasn't there and the apartment behind the doorway was trashed. He looked at 3 others before stepping into apartment 113.

As he opened the door he found the room was dusty but in good shape. The furniture seemed in shape and the room itself was fine except for a crack in one part of the left wall. He checked the bedroom to find the bed in tact but nothing else was. The dresser was pretty busted up along with the nightstand beside the bed. He grabbed the comforter on top of the bed and whipped it up in the air, relieving the bed of a lot of the dust. He got onto the bed and laid down after getting the dust off of the pillow.

He remembered why these apartments still had furniture and such despite being abandoned. The manager of the building raised the price to the point where most of the residents could only afford one month at most before having to leave. Some had to get kicked out, and other left without taking their furniture and such because of plans to move in with people who already had them.

His mind lost in thought, he slowly drifted into sleep on the dusty bed.

Flashback

Chris leaped into the air from his perch where he had been for the past 2 hours, waiting for his chance to strike. As he sat there he figured out the guard schedules, switching every 20-22 minutes. He landed on top of the guard, shoving his small dagger into the guards neck before he could make noise. From the perch he had also spotted hiding spots for the bodies he would have to deal with, proving useful. He threw the guards body into a large thick bush where it wouldn't be found for quite some time.

He scanned the area for anyone possibly approaching. As he thought, no one was around. Chris observed the wall in front of him, looking for a possible climbing path. Nope. He looked around for other ways to get over the obstacle. He climbed back up to where he had been perched, remembering a possible jump from there.

His current target wasn't very difficult but it wasn't easy either. The security in Ionian places such as the Temple of Pallas was pretty tight around times like this. The temple had just received a large donation for a new addition and Chris planned on taking his fair share of said donation. He thought about what'd he do with the money once he got it as he leaped from his perch, this time headed for something across from him instead of the guard. He landed on his target, a ledge that gave access to a window he could use as an entry point. The part he landed on was wider and stuck out of the building more than most of it, making it an easy landing.

Back against the wall, he slowly shifted more towards the window to look inside. It was a large stained glass window, nothing he could use to get inside but he could use it to find where the guards were located within the building. 3 of them standing in front of what could only be the stash Chris had come to take for himself. He scanned for a vantage point and realized there was only one way to stealthily get in and out, which required a slight... detour.

He walked up to the door and pushed it open, the guards looked at him curiously but his expression had a hint of annoyance. "What is it this time? We're doing everything we've been told."

Chris, who had taken the uniform of the guard he had earlier killed, used quick thinking. "Oh believe me it's nothing, just wanted to let you know one of you can go on break. It doesn't start for a while yet but I'm certain I can take your place."

The man who had addressed him before spoke up, "I'll go. You two stay here." He began to walk to the door. "Thank you." He said to Chris before walking out the door. Chris smiled back and took his spot in the middle of the two real guards.

They were silent as Chris observed them both, looking for some weakness before the next shift change. He had to do this within 13 minutes at least to get out safely. The man to his left shifted his legs, hinting at a pain in his knee. Chris decided to take the risk and aim for it. He let his dagger fall from the top of his sleeve into his hand and took a deep breath.

Chris brought up his left leg and slammed his foot into the side of the guard's knee, making him fall to the ground. He then turned around quickly and slashed the other guard's throat, jumping out of the way of the gushing warm blood that shot out after his attack. He then stabbed the disabled guard in the chest, in the area of the heart for the kill. He cleared his throat and looked over the giant box in front of him where the money was sure to be kept. He slashed at it quickly until he was given access, grabbing as much of the gold as he could and slowly made his way out of the building, acting casual as he made his way towards the exit with his bag heavy.

"Hey you!"

His blood ran cold. Some of the blood most have got on him without him noticing. He turned to face the man approaching and saw he seemed angry, it was the man he told could take a break. Chris sighed happily, he wasn't caught after all.

"You lied to me! Who even are you?"

Chris grinned at him. "I prefer to go by initials rather than names." He saw the guard reach for his weapon but Chris kicked his hand and shoved his dagger into the man's chest, blood flowing out of the wound quickly. Chris kicked the disorientated man, making him fall to the ground. "Oh, yeah that's right." He reached into the front pocket of his bag and grabbed something. He threw up in the air, it drifted in the air until finally landing on the dead guard. "Can't forget the notecard."

A/N

I hope you enjoyed and I'll make sure to update more often if possible. Please review and tell me what you thought, thank you!

-Lance