(2 years later)

Her heart rammed against her chest as her hand hovered over the knocker.

She pulled the lever back and knocked the base. She released the breath she had been holding and fidgeted with the new top hat her mother had made her.

The door slowly opened.

A blonde head poked through the entry. "Go away, stranger." The blonde head blurted.

Caitlyn raised her eyebrow.

"Elric, get away from the door." She heard as heeled footsteps approached the entryway.

The door opened fully and Sarah Sampson smiled as she saw the young Deputy.

"Ah, officer Deramore, a pleasure to see you." Sarah greeted wrapping her arms around the teenager in a friendly embrace.

Caitlyn smiled at the glowing woman.

Sarah Sampson like most upper class Piltovians had dark black hair. Her sapphire eyes crinkled in joy. Small freckles speckled her face and cheeks. She was dressed in an elegant yellow summer dress.

"What do I owe the pleasure , love?" Sarah asked.

" I was wondering if we could have some tea together ?" She asked. " And I was wondering if we could...discuss something."

Sarah's eyebrows knit together in worry.

"Of course darling, come in, come in." She opened the door for Caitlyn to enter. "I'll get Rose to bring up tea and biscuits." With that Sarah took the young deputy's hand and guided her to the tea room.

As Cait sat onto one of the arm chairs a plop of blonde hair poked it's way into Cait's view.

The boy looked at the teenager curiously. His blue orbs taking in Caitlyn. "I'm Elric." The boy piped.

Caitlyn's mouth quipped in a smile. "Caitlyn." The boy produced his hand and Caitlyn took it gently. With a shake the boy released and then sat on the foot rest.

"Now we aren't strangers."

Caitlyn chuckled at the boy's antics. " I guess we aren't."

"Do you fight bad guys?" The boy chirped. Observing Caitlyn's police regalia with awe.

"In a sense, yes." She answered.

His eyes widened and a massive grin appeared on his face.

"You're a super hero!" He squealed.

Caitlyn couldn't help but laugh.

"No, I'm just a police officer."

"It's ok, you can tell me. I am good at keeping secrets!" Elric then grabbed Caitlyn's hand excitedly. "Like James from year two. He threw up all over Gregory during nap time and no one knew, but me and James. We told Gregory that he puked in his sleep."

Caitlyn blinked.

"Anyways, I can keep your identity secret." Elric saluted."It is safe with me."

Sarah then entered the room with a graceful air.

"Alright my lovely." Sarah placed a hand on Elric's young shoulder. "It is adult time. Go play in your room, sweetling. James should be here soon."

The boy frowned. "I was making friends." He protested, stomping his foot onto the carpeted floor.

Sarah rolled her eyes at her son. "Come on now, love." She took the boy's hand and guideded him out of the tea room.

Caitlyn's eyes observed the space. It was a massive room with book shelves and high ceilings. A crystaline chandeliler hung above Caitlyn's head. A bay window on Caitlyn's right pushed out a summer breeze that coaxed the curtains to sway along.

Across from her, Sarah sat in a leather arm chair. She crossed her legs and placed her hands on her thighs. Her gentle sapphire eyes looked over Caitlyn.

In that moment the anxiety returned. She could feel her heart pounding in her ears. She felt like she coudln't breathe. Sarah reached over and placed a caring hand on her arm.

Caitlyn hadn't noticed as Rose, the maid, placed a tray of tea and biscuits on the small table infront of them.

Caitlyn's shaking hand accepted the tea cup as Sarah passed it along.

She took a long sip, enjoying the contents of the warm drink.

"Thank you ," Caitlyn murmured.

"Whats troubling you, love?" Sarah asked with concern lining her voice.

"I wanted..." Caitlyn froze. She took a deep breath, trying to control the emotions that tried to bubble up from her throat. " I wanted to... talk about the baby." She finally stuttered.

Sarah knit her eyebrows together.

Caitlyn began to back pedal. "I just," Caitlyn started. "My parents have been refusing every chance for us to finally meet..." Tears pricked at her ice blue eyes. She took a staggering breath. Why was this so hard for her?

"I know I am over stepping my parents and my boundaries, Sarah." Caitlyn apologized. "I just want to meet, the baby."

Sarah smiled and grabbed Caitlyn's hand. Her thumb ran soothingly over her knuckles.

"I understand this must be hard for you, darling." Sarah began. "I always thought it cruel that they never let you meet her."

Her.

Finally.

Cailtyn beamed.

Her.

Cailtyn had a daughter.

Her smile faded.

A daughter she couldn't claim as her own.

Sarah rose from the chair. "Let's go visit the nursery."

The stairs were a curvature of marble and sculptures. Sarah's heels clicked along as she led Cailtyn to the upper floor of the manor house.

"I'm glad you took the courage to defy your parents, love." Sarah stated her lithe hands gliding up the rail.

The landing provided a a view of classic Ionian paintings and pristine white walls. They went to the left and trailed down the hall.

Sarah froze at the final door in the hallway.

Caitlyn's heart lept like a wild horse.

Finally.

After two years.

"Are you afraid, darling?"

Caitlyn nodded.

Sarah beamed. Her hand went to the knob and her wrist turned.

The room was a robin's egg blue. Massive letters of the alphabet were plastered to the wall in multicolours. Toys littered the floor. A rocking chair was in the far corner of the room next to the window that overlooked the Uppercity skyline. A small bookshelf holding children's literature, was placed at the far wall beside the white crib.

Caitlyn's eyes focused then.

A mop of raven black poked it's way from the top of the crib. Icy blue hues, widened at the intruders. Small hands gripped the top of the wooden sides with neediness.

The toddler gurgled happily as Sarah approached.

"Hello," She squealed, giving a buble of laughter.

"Hello, love." Sarah cooed at the child.

"Up, up!" The toddler demanded, raising her hands up to Sarah.

Caitlyn was taken aback. She could speak?

Sarah gave a slight chuckle and picked up the child.

The child squealed in amusement.

"Yay!" The girl flailed happily. She then pointed to the ground. "Down, mommy , down!"

Sarah rolled her eyes. "They always get demanding at this age." She said while placing the child on the floor.

The girl wobbily stood on her own, and tried to take a few steps. She almost toppled over until Sarah grabbed her. The girl giggled and was placed back on the floor carefully.

The girl looked to Cailtyn, then back to Sarah.

"Momma, hers pretty." The girl pointed at Caitlyn. The girl huffed and then trotted over to Caitlyn. She kept correcting herself as she began to lose her balance. She planted herself in front of Caitlyn's feet.

Caitlyn froze. She looked to Sarah with widened eyes. Sarah chuckled and gave a sideways smile.

"Dakota," Sarah began. "This is Miss Caitlyn. She's a very good friend of our family."

Dakota.

Caitlyn's heart melted as Dakota beamed at her.

"Hello," She chirped.

"Hello," Caitlyn replied, watching the child's attention go to a toy on the floor.

Dakota's eyebrows knit together in frustration as the toy lost it's amusement. She then raised her hands up at Caitlyn.

"Up?" The toddler asked.

Caitlyn looked to Sarah.

"It's ok, you can hold her, darling." Sarah encouraged.

Caitlyn took a deep breath and lowered herself so she was eye level to the toddler who squealed happily.

The girl wrapped her arms excitedly around Caitlyn's neck. Caitlyn grabbed the girl's small waist and hefted her up so that the child sat on her forearms. The girl unlatched her arms and placed her hands on Caitlyn's cheeks. Her small fingers explored the sixteen year old's features.

Dakota traced the small smile on Caitlyn's face.

Caitlyn could see the similarities of her mother in Dakota's face. She definetly had the Deramore's small nose, and she deffienitly had the the curious eyes. The ones that could be mistaken for ice.

Sarah gave a small gasp.

"She's going to look just like you when she gets to your age. I can the see resemblance already. Most definitely with your eyes." Sarah walked forward.

Dakota started to hum a nursery rhyme as she began to play with Caitlyn's black locks.

Caitlyn gave the girl a loving look.

Even though the Child was a by product out of a terrible experience, Caitlyn was glad that she had created this beautiful toddler.

" It's going to be hard hiding who she is." Sarah continued. "We should discuss when a proper time to acknowledge that she's yours."

Cailtyn nodded thoughtfully.

Dakota gave a tired yawn then leaned forward into Caitlyn.

The teenager froze.

Dakota's head went into the crook of her neck and slowly her eyelids began to droop.

Caitlyn felt at pure bliss. A bliss that should be foreign to her. She shuddered.

"I think someone is sleepy." She whispered quietly toward Sarah.

Sarah gave a slight chuckle. "Nap time, I do believe."

Caitlyn walked slowly over to the crib trying not to disturb the half asleep toddler. She gently placed Dakota onto the matress of the crib and watched the child curl into a ball around a teddy bear.

She took a step back and followed Sarah out of the nursery.

(5 years later)

The rain bombarded the slick cobblestone.

The youngest sheriff in piltover's history, tipped her notorious top hat so the rain wouldn't collect at the ends. Her puprle rain jacket was soaked. Her rifle hidden under the layer of waterproof material.

Lights flashed everywhere. The red, white and blues, reflected angrily off each rain drop making it harder to see the scene.

She stalked up to an officer who took cover in their cruiser. They were writing on a clipboard with a frown. Caitlyn tapped on the glass of the window and without hesitation the window rolled low enough for the officer to hear his orders from his sheriff.

"Good evening, Sheriff. "The officer greeted.

Caitlyn nodded. "Evening." She took a quick glance to the pile up of automobiles. Some looking like heap of metal rather then transportation devices. Small fires were being put out quickly and paramdeics were pulling either dead or alive bodies from the wreckage. Piltover patrol's bots were aiding the first responders, helping those caught in the fires pleading for help. " Have they identified the casualties yet?"

The officer shook his head solemnly.

"I'll need the report on my desk by lunch tomorrow, officer." Caitlyn ordered. "I can handle the rest of the paperwork. Go home and be with your family."

The officer offered his thanks and watched as his sheriff stepped toward the wreckage.

She approached the paramedics, watching as they took work to a child that seemed to be giving a good fight to the ones trying to help him. His large lake coloured eyes widened in fear and rage. His sandy hair and sunkissed skin marked in blood and soot.

Caitlyn intervened trying to hold the boy down.

"Let me go!" He wailed trying to fight off the sherriff who gasped.

"Elric!" Caitlyn called. The sense of worry starting to drown her thoughts.

The boys eyes snapped to Caitlyn. His fists were balled at the collar of a paramedics shirt. "There all in there, Cait!" He screamed. Tears and rain going down his cheeks.

Caitlyn put her hands to the boy's cheeks.

"Elric, you need to listen to me." Her eyes locked with his. " You're going to be ok. Let the paramedics take care of you." The boys nostrils widened, she shook his head. "Listen to me!" She yelled capturing his attention, again as his eyes wandered toward the wreckage. " I will get them out of there, Elric. Let them help you."

The boy nodded slowly.

"Red Hexdraught." He barked as Caitlyn nodded and set off toward the pile up.

It was a frenzy.

paramedics, firefighters and bots rushed to and fro. Some screamed orders, some reacted to them, some just stood in awe to the wreckage. Caitlyn pushed her way to the fray and looked franticly around.

Her heart froze instantly as her eyes caught the Red Hexdraught Hexmobile that was turned upside down. Caitlyn reached for her hexlamp and sweeped the wreckage. Glass was scattered on the rain soaked ground. By the outside of the window was Sarah Sampson's body. The pool around her head was crimson and her eyes looked to nowhere in particular. Beside her was her husband Eli Sampson. His jaw was slack and his neck in an awkward angle. His forehead was imprinted into the steering wheel that was bent around his head.

Caitlyn's ears rang, her pulse quickened as she circled the hexmobile.

Her eye's caught a small trail in the torches's light that led toward a ditch.

Glass and blood was in the wake.

Caitlyn then heard the whimpering.

Dakota was heaving the contents of her stomach which was spewed infront of her. Her black t-shirt was soaked from the rain. Her raven black hair was tied back in a loose ponytail. The seven year old gave out a ragged sob as she tried to get back to her feet. Her shoulder sunk from the socket. She turned as she heard Caitlyn approach.

Blood flowed in a trail down her face, her icy eyes widening in fear.

Caitlyn crouched low and showed her hands to Dakota.

"Love," Caitlyn cooed softly trying to get closer to the girl. "You're going to be ok. I can get you help."

The girl stood still. Her right hand crossed her chest to her left shoulder, holding it in pain.

"You were in an accident, and you look like you are gravely wounded." Caitlyn continued as she took a step closer. Her eyes took stock of the girl. "Dakota , love, I need you to tell me if anything other than your shoulder or head that hurts."

"It hurts.. to .. breathe." The girl weased out between a sob and a whimper as Caitlyn kneeled down to the girl. Caitlyn lifted up the young child's shirt seeing that parts of her ribs on either side were becoming swollen and bruised.

"Ok , love, I'm going to need you to hold on. I'm going to contact a paramedic team to come get you." Caitlyn whspered softly brushing the girl's bangs to the side.

Dakota nodded her head slowly as tears welled at her eyes. Caitlyn reached behind her picking up the command radio. "To units available," Caitlyn called out with an authoratative tone. "Wounded civilian. Seven year old female IRTC. EMT assitance required for imeadiate help. Possible broken ribs. Located in ditch near the Red Hexdraught Hexmobile. over."

The radio crackled in Caitlyn's hand. "Roger, ETA of two minutes, prepare VIC for extraction. Over." A robotic voice replied.

Caitlyn sighed in relief.

She turned to her daughter who shook violently under the rain. Caitlyn unziped her jacket and pulled it around the seven year old, trying to block off the chill. Dakota was taking shallow breaths and winced at the struggle. She looked to Caitlyn with forelorn eyes.

"They're not gonna be ok, are they?' Dakota asked her voice going an octave higher as she fought through her tears.

Caitlyn's eyebrows knit together. Could she lie?

"I don't know, love." Caitlyn whispered sorrowfully.

( 1 week later)

The yordle lawyer sipped at his coffee carefully as he passed the files down to Peter and Caitlyn Deramore. His furry hands retracted back to his pockets and he pulled out a Hextech pocket watch. He glanced at the time and nodded in thought.

"His will requires that you follow his wishes. This will be a great opportunity for them. They won't become wards of the state." The yordle assured. "Orphanages aren't the best possible place for them. clearly stated the Company to be their guardians from hence forth."

Peter nodded. Caitlyn frowned.

"But it's the military." Caitlyn protested. "They're children."

The lawyer sighed.

"Look Ms. Sheriff." The lawyer scoffed. "Piltover Company has saved many unfortunate orphans from the lower ring. It gave them a better chance at life, with a full education, three square meals a day, comfy beds, comrades that turn into your family. The only down side are the battles. They don't send them out their without training or until they are sixteen. They'll be fine." The lawyer sat back and laced his hands behind his head. His ears twitched at the sensation "They would be Piltover's final defense line. The Demacians train them good. It's a win win situation."

Caitlyn was unsure if it was a win win.

While Piltover had Piltover Patrol to save it's citizens during dire emergencies, it never had the defense line like the military prowess of Noxus or Demacia . Piltover company was created in lieu of that during the first Rune wars. It was a company made of Piltovian prisoners who had to choose between the death sentence or protecting Piltover. The Demacians took control of the company and trained the prisoners. After a decade of it's creation citizens of the city state wanted to join the ranks. Eventually the company lost it's use after the league was created, but for Piltover's protection after tension between Ionia and Noxus began, the Company was brought back. An ever increasing orphan problem was happening in Piltover in the lower city. Soon Piltover's government decision was to kill two birds with one stone and create a solution to both problems.

Piltover company has 51 battalions, all prepped and on standby for any chance that Piltover calls for them.

"Look if it sates your worry, they're being commissioned into the fifty first. They'll be specially trained for covert ops. They'll be in the elite." The lawyer fiddled with his bowler's hat. "They will be picked up by Demacian officials by dawn. Send them well wishes, and be on with your lives."

(6 months later)

It was the pink hair that made her do the double take. Then it was the blown out concrete wall, that made her eyes widen. Then it was the criminal sailing through the air and landing with a thud so hard that it cracked the stone around him.

Caitlyn lowered the rifle in amazement.

The pinkette strode over with fury in her eyes. Her massive metal hands rolling back her shirt sleeves. Steam hissed and screeched from the massive metal as she clenched her knuckles into gigantic fists. A smug evil smile was smeared across the vigilante's face.

"Ya think you're gettin' away scott free, ass wipe!" The girl sneered. "No one comes in my neighborhood looking to hurt some innocent folks. Round here that's some shameful shit, dick juice."

She grabbed the cowering man by the lapels with one of her large guantlets and raised an eyebrow at him.

"You're not even gonna apologize?" The girl growled setting up her arm for another punch that will surely kill the weasel of a man. "That old lady ya robbed is one of the biggest sweethearts round here. She feeds street kids, for Valoran's sake!"

"I'm so sorry miss VI." The man squealed, trying to slip out of the vigilante's grip, to no avail.

Caitlyn could literally see the vein pop out of the pinkette's forehead.

"Not good enough! You're sorry you got caught," The girl snarled.

The man whimpered.

Caitlyn sighed.

Caitlyn gracefully set herself down from the building she had been perched on and strutted over to the vigilante. She set the bolt to her trusty rifle.

"Good afternoon," The young sheriff quipped.

The criminal turned his head to Caitlyn an expression of gratitude plastered on his face. However, the pinkette swore under her breath and glared daggers at the man still in her grip.

"Afternoon, sheriff," The pinkette growled between clenched teeth. Her violet eyes locked onto the criminal in her hands. "What brings ye to the lower city?"

Caitlyn cocked an eyebrow, watching the criminal sweat nervously.

"There has been talk of a vigilante, causing some trouble with the gangs." Caitlyn stated nonchalantly. "Thought I could offer you a deal." Her upper city accent flowed like satin in the rough slum area. On lookers watched curiously, children peaked behind adults who had their arms crossed over their chests.

The pinkette turned to the sheriff with a suspicious glare.

"What does a goody two shoes upper city priss want with a street rat like me?" The pinkette questioned, suspicion laced in her voice.

Caitlyn smiled slyly.

The bait was set and she was biting.

"You do good work. Vi is it?" Caitlyn questioned. The pinkette nodded cautiously.

" I need someone dedicated to cleaning up the way of life in the lower city. I need someone to help me, bring some stability. I would bet you could navigate these streets blinded easily. Come join me, and we can make a difference."

Vi dropped the criminal. The pinkette took a long stride and came face to face with Caitlyn. Her violet eyes dug into Caitlyn's icy unwavering eyes. She was about five or six inches taller then Caitlyn and towered over the young sheriff. Caitlyn was calm and raised a brow to Vi's challenging stance.

"You're saying that we partner up?" It was more of a growl then a question.

Caitlyn offered her gloved hand calmly to the pinkette, who snorted and clasped Caitlyn's hand in her massive gauntlets. Surprisingly, Vi was gentle with the shake and didn't crush the sheriff's right hand.

"Then it's settled," Caitlyn called out. She reached behind her grabbing hand cuffs and went to the dazed criminal that was dropped on the concrete. "Let's get him booked and we can discuss a contract."

Vi chuckled. Maybe this might work out.