A/N: Hello again :3 I have returned as promised, bringing you more of the Sheriff and the Soldier. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. I loved all the reviews and would love to get more ^_^ hopefully you guys are liking the way the story is going. I have quite the upcoming storyline that will involve some feels. Ok ok enough about me let's get to the goods. Enjoy BBs.
The city had changed so much.
When she was younger the city had just brought itself out of a terrible recession. It had dilapidated buildings and gangs running around the streets like packs of wild dogs. She heard tales of the harrowing vigilante, a young girl, going from roof top to roof top, equipped with a rifle and a top hat, taking on the gangs, like it was going out of fashion. Her mother would sit her on her skinny thighs and they would read the stories of how Piltover was saved time and time again from the sleuths and thieves. A hero to many and a villain to those who crossed her. Soon the government, knowing the streets were becoming safe, began it's massive rebuild of mammoth sized skyscrapers, lining the sky line of Piltover.
It must have hurt Caitlyn so much, when her city burned to Jinx, Dakota thought as she kept her curious eyes out the van window.
She watched as hundreds of soldiers marched shoulder to shoulder up the cobbled streets, toward the massive tower standing beside the city hall. Rain pattered the parade, but that didn't stop the crowds. People had come out from shops, watching the unknown faces of Piltover, marching in unison like well oiled machines. The crowds applauded and cheered. Flocks of civilians ran up to soldiers embracing them and showering them with gifts. One soldier looked awestruck as an old man passed a bottle of some expensive liqueur. Flags flew proudly along the balconies, whipping the purple and gold material.
Alex and Abbie had been touching heads, their noses pressed to glass, as Abbie pointed out familiar alleyways. Sometimes they would burst into laughter as a memory evoked itself from the times they thrived on the streets. Matais kept to himself as he quietly kept his eyes forward, starring emptily out of the windshield, watching rain drops being swiped by windshield wipers. Elric placed his head on top of his knuckles letting his sapphire eyes observe the city with glowing eyes. He had missed home so much.
They pulled up to the garage of the city hall. Vi had rolled the window down and gave a toothy grin to the guard manning the doors. He tipped his hat and opened the massive thick metal door, revealing an underground parking lot. The van found a perfect spot, pulling beside a metal staircase that led to a thick metal door. She slid out of the van, grabbing her equipment and closed the door softly. It had been a while since she had been in a hexmobile. She shivered involuntarily as the memory of headlights flashed in her mind's eyes. She shook her head, breathing the fast approaching anxiety away. She looked to her brother, who read the silent plea of help. He brushed his calloused fingers against her bare forearm calming Dakota. He kept pace with her as they followed the sheriff and her pink haired deputy up the small set of stairs and through the thick door. They took the elevators going to the top floors. Abbie and Alex marveled at the view from the glass tube as they went to the upper floors, to the offices of Piltover's law enforcement.
The view was truly magnificent. Clouds covered the skies creating a downcast on Piltover. The massive city spires threatened to break the dark clouds. The view of founder's park below, gave the sense of beauty and serenity as massive pine trees and Demacian furs lined the grassy commons. Some civilians looked to be enjoying a game of vrake ball, a favorite pass time of the city of Progress. Dakota turned to the pink haired deputy who had her arms crossed over her chest and a massive grin on her face as she watched Alex and Abbie pointing and gasping at the sights.
"Wait till the fog pisses off." Caitlyn poked an elbow at Vi's side who paid no mind to the annoyed sheriff. " Then you can see Gulch bay. It may look like a gross harbor up front but from here it bloody shines." Vi was right. The fog banks were too thick to see the lower end of Piltover, or the massive quarries that were at the outskirts.
A small ding caught the attention of the passengers. They exited the elevator and passed by a lobby desk. Criminals were handcuffed to benches with officers standing beside them. All of the eyes in the room turned to the uniformed soldiers, as they passed through to the back offices, where cubicles were housing hard working detectives and officers filing reports. Some turned their heads as their boots clacked against the marble floor. They passed by interrogation rooms and the heavily guarded door to the holding cells.
Caitlyn lead them to a door that led into a hallway where office rooms took control of the floor. She took a left into a hallway where there were seven dark colored oak doors. She pointed to the door at the very end of the hallway.
"That is our office, where the Enforcer and I do most of our paperwork and other papered duties." She pointed to the door to the right of her office. This is where your meal hall and common room will be. You will be having meals that will be delivered to you from the barrack mess hall at Eight AM, One PM and six PM. There are cupboards that have some snacking sustenance for those who are inpatient, but be warned, you are all responsible to refill the shelves." She graced her lithe hands to the other doors. "We have converted these five unused office spaces into personal rooms. There is a desk, as well as a bookshelf, closet, a dresser, a twin bed and a personal bathroom."
"Padron me, Sheriff." Abbie interrupts looking to her unit with widened eyes. "Yer telling me that we get our own rooms?"
Caitlyn blinked.
Had they all shared a room before they got here?
"Yes." She places a lithe hand on a knob and turns it with her thin wrist. Letting the soldiers gaze at the room. The bedroom was spacious enough to hold at least two people comfortably. "The board, the Mayor and I, thought it deemed appropriate for our elite to have proper accommodations." A small smile plays through her lips.
The five soldiers look at the officers incredulously. Alex looked astounded as his eyes observed the clean space. A large smile spreads through his freckled cheeks. "AWWW YEAH!" He screams as he flings himself in the interior of the room. "Guys! Guys, we have our own showers! Oh Gods yes!"
Abbigail is quick to follow as she launches herself to the room across from Alex's newly claimed one. She practically kicks down the door and presses her self into the soft sheets of the bed.
Elric pushes Matais out of the way as he attacks the room next to Abbie's. With a growl and a roll of his eyes, Matais gathers his balance and grabs the room next to Alex.
Dakota just stands in front of the two officers, pinching the bridge of her nose. She sighs heavily as she brings her eyes up to Caitlyn. She gives an apologetic smile.
"Go on then," Caitlyn encourages, her smile sweet and genuine.
Dakota looks at her suspiciously for a moment, before she turns her head to the unclaimed room on the left hand side of Caitlyn's office door. Her icy eyes turn back to the two officers.
"Thank you." Dakota says politely as she carefully pushes past Caitlyn and opens the door to another new part of her life.
Vi puts a steadying hand on Caitlyn's shoulder, as she watches Dakota enter into the room.
"I hope they get comfortable." She whispers, turning her gaze hopefully to Vi, who snickers.
"I don't think some of them had a room to themselves in their lives. If they are half as good as the Demacians claimed they were, they'll adapt quickly." Vi quirks thoughtfully.
"Dude!" They hear Alex croon. "The sheets are Shuriman cotton!"
(That Night)
She grins wolfishly as the men are shut down by his booming voice. They can sense his strength, his power, his ability to be a leader. He grabs one of the generals by the lapels, bringing the large man closer to his face. Beatrice pecks at the general's cheek with her gnarled beak.
The man doesn't dare to break eye contact with the grand general.
"You will march them onto the front, do I make myself clear?" He snarls, making the general nod his head slowly.
She snickers at the general's weakness. Men like him didn't deserve to rally the brilliant hordes of Noxus's powerful soldiers.
His head snaps to the teenage girl, who has her wry arms held behind her head. She is laid back on the edge of the massive stain glass window. While they were arguing she had scaled her way from the rafters to the massive oval shaped window that peered off the capital city. Her short sword is in it's scabbard hanging of her dirty combat boot. Her emerald eyes connect with her father's.
He's pissed and she loves exploiting that.
"What do you think you are doing?" He demands, his voice even. His eyes hold the fire of anger in his grass green irises. He grips his cane with white knuckles. His raven extends her wings and flies to the teenager with easy agility. The teenager smirks as she extends her arm to give Beatrice a perch. The raven nuzzles her beak to Illya's neck.
"I'm studying." She sighs nonchalantly as she strokes the bird's feathers. "I must get first hand experience of the political system. I see general Diedirich, is getting more exposure than I, though." She admits jokingly.
Beatrice calls softly to swain, her four beady eyes blinking as she cocks her head from side to side.
Swain turns to the men of high command.
"Apologies, gentlemen." He bows his head. "I have a matter to attend to. We will conclude this meeting later tonight." The men of the council rise without question and depart through the massive hand carved stone doors of high command. He snaps his head back to his daughter.
"Get down this instant." He snarls ominously.
She grins wickedly.
Beatrice flies off in irritation as her perch moves to stand and leap to the rafters. She goes to a massive wooden post and shimmies down so that she stands in front of her father.
She passes a scrap of parchment to her father, who rips it from her hands. His eyes scan the words and he sneers. He turns his attention to Illya.
"Viktor is ready for the next phase." He rolls the parchment and coos to Beatrice who flies to him. He whispers to the bird and ties the parchment to her leg. She flies off to some destination.
For speed that shouldn't belong to a crippled man, he pins his daughter to the wall with his cane.
"You will go to Zaun tonight." He orders, his voice laced with venom and promises to torture if it's not kept.
Illya chuckles darkly. "Of course, sir." She brings her hand in a mock salute.
She feels the sting before she hears the slap.
"You will watch your mouth you cocky brat." He snarls.
Illya's emerald eyes turn darker as she glares at her father.
"He needs a new test subject. Do as he says." He presses the cane against her neck.
She doesn't break eye contact.
"You are my heir, and I expect you to do whatever it takes to be stronger for Noxus. Do you understand?" He asks getting into his daughter's face.
Illya nods, a cocky smile splaying on her lips.
"Of course, father." She responds dryly. "I will begin to pack."
She tries to leave but he pushes her back against the stone and mortar.
"Learn some respect, Illya. You may think you have the upper hand at times, but even then you can easily be crushed."
She rolls her eyes. She hated his strategical mumbo jumbo.
"I'll be a good little soldier, father."
He shakes his head in disapproval.
"Get out of my sight." He sounds bitter as he removes his cane and begins his trek to the podium where he holds his Intel and reports gathered from his generals.
"You might want to get a handle on Diedirich. A little bird told me that he plans on starting a coup by sundown next Tuesday." She quips before she turns on her heels. She digs her pale hands into her pockets and she leaves the council hall.
A grin spreads on his crooked lips.
Some days, Illya could be a good heir to the power of Noxus.
But, on other days...
She was better off dead.
(1 week later)
Her bare feet slap against the wooden panels of the indoor running track. She counts as she takes long gliding strides.
One two three, inhale.
One two three, exhale.
She follows the repetition, keeping her icy eyes locked on the path ahead of her.
She can't sleep.
She's thinking way too much.
She shakes her head as she regains focus, continuing her mantra, as she takes the bend. She has been on this track for twenty four laps now. She could feel the push and pull of her exhausted muscles but she grits her teeth and pushes forward, using the final cells of her endurance and stamina.
She's not tired enough yet.
She turns herself into a faster gear letting her strides become more powerful as she digs the balls of her bare feet into the wood, giving every ounce of power left in her system. She speeds through the lonely track a few more times before her muscles had taken enough.
She presses her hands to her knee caps as her lungs fight for more air. She extends her back, stretching the muscles and opening the airways to her chest to allow her body more air. She paces angrily, as her mind involuntarily goes to them.
She misses their smiles the most.
She snarls at herself as she digs the heels of her palms into her shadowed eyes.
The honey rich pearly white smiles filled with love and promises of a good future, break her walls down like a bloody sledge hammer. The summer dresses and perfectly pressed suits. The smell of honey and mint. Strong hands throwing her into the air, captured into strong capable arms. The soft lips pressed against her cheek as she squirms and giggles happily. Blonde hair swept back and black hair tied in loose buns.
She punches the closest wall, leaving a heavy indent of her fist. Blood pools down her knuckles as bits of plaster and chips of paint cascade with the drops of blood.
She takes deep breaths to calm herself.
Why now?
Why here?
She had been suppressing and forgetting and now she can't stop remembering.
She buries her hands into her raven black hair, her nails scraping her scalp. The flash of the headlights, Elric screaming, her vision fading, her mother's lifeless sapphire eyes staring off to nowhere, replay and re roll through her mind like a glitched film.
She shakes her head as she rises to her tired feet. She pads along the wooden floor and goes to the exit slapping the light switches off, leaving the room in a black abyss. She goes down the long hallways and staircases as she travels from the top floor to the twenty second floor. She walks by the secretary who eyes her warily with tired eyes from the graveyard shift. She enters into the back office, seeing empty cubicles that were hours ago filled with busy detectives and officers. She pushed past the dark corridors so that she is face to face with Elric's door.
She knocks twice strongly and once softly alerting him that it was her. Elric was always a light sleeper, so it didn't surprise her, when she heard the sound of something crashing from his room. Their was an audible hiss and then Elric opened his door. He was in a pair of shorts that he gripped with his massive hands. "Why are you still up?" He asks heavily. His chest rises and falls rapidly as he makes hurried looks behind him.
Dakota looks at her brother incredulously. "Seriously?" She asks raising her eyebrows at her brother. She rolls her eyes and pushes him aside and sees the figure on his bed. "Hey Abbie," She greets tiredly.
"Hi, Dakota." Abbie replies quietly, guilt lining the sound of her voice.
Dakota glares daggers at her brother as he gets in between her view of Abbie. "What do you need, Dakota?" He asks impatiently.
Dakota sighs and brushes her hand through her hair. "Nothing," she mutters. "Sorry I bothered you. Have fun, be safe and all that jazz."
Elric raises a blonde eyebrow to his sister as she turns on her heels and moves toward her bedroom door. With a soft click, his door closes. Dakota pushes her forehead against the grain of her door frame. The dark hallway helping her lose herself to the shadows. She looks to her bare feet and sees the light that filters from the under side of Caitlyn's office door. Dakota cocks her head curiously. The Sheriff should have left long ago with the other officers.
She taps her fingers along the heavy wood, letting it resonate in the silence. There is a second of hesitation, then a curt welcome to enter from the Sheriff inside.
Dakota quietly opens the door and pokes her head from the door frame.
Caitlyn looks up from her piles of paperwork. She looks stressed with her long black hair tied up into a high pony tail. She has a pile of mugs beside her right hand. Her icy eyes light up as she catches Dakota's features from the door. A small frown graces her thin lips as she observes Dakota's tired looking state.
"How can I help you, Master Corporal?" Caitlyn asks giving Dakota a calm smile.
"I was just curious." Dakota blurts out. "I was surprised to see you still awake."
Caitlyn chuckles softly. "Being the Sheriff, doesn't give you much time for sleep."
Dakota nods thoughtfully. "What's the paperwork for?"
Caitlyn looks to the parchments in her hand. "Oh, just case files, incident reports, budgets, salaries. Nothing too entertaining, sadly." She replies filing through the yellowed paper. She keeps an observant eye as Dakota turns her attention to one of the many bookshelves, lined with leather bound books on law enforcement. She looks exhausted. Her icy eyes are shadowed with bags under her eyelids. Her normally held high posture is held low, as if she had a great weight on her shoulders. Her muscles look spasmed as she brings her arms up so her fingers can dance along the names of the books. She sees the trail of dried blood going from her knuckles to her finger tips. Her hair is let loose and one side is pushed behind her left ear. Dakota suddenly turns to Caitlyn, her lips pressed in a firm line. She scratches the back of her neck nervously as she tries to speak. Her lips open then close. Her eyebrows knit together as she gets frustrated with what she is trying to say.
Caitlyn waits patiently. "Whatever you need to say, Dakota, it is going to be kept safe here. There is no need to worry about hiding things from me. You will learn that it is hard to get past my detective's eye."
Dakota gives a tired smirk. She buries her hands into the pockets of her sweat pants. "I, uh." She stops herself and tries again. "I never got a chance to thank you." Caitlyn knits her eyebrows together as she watches a tear force it's way out of Dakota's tired eyes. "That night, you." Dakota pauses as she brushes her hand against her cheek. "You saved me. I could've died of hypothermia or shock. But you found me." Dakota's eyes capture Caitlyn's. "You took control over the estates when my deadbeat uncle couldn't. You made sure that Elric and I were never forgotten. You tried your best to get us to their funeral." Dakota sniffs. "And I never got the chance to sincerely thank you for that." She whispers.
Caitlyn rises from her office chair. She takes long strides and embraces her biological daughter. It doesn't take long for Dakota to sob into her shoulder. The sound rips Caitlyn's heart in half as Dakota tightens her arms around Caitlyn's waist. She caresses the back of Dakota's head, stroking the raven black locks.
"Hush, love." Caitlyn whispers. "It's OK. I would have done anything for you and your brother. Your family has done so much for me, and it's only fair I do the same for the two of you."
Dakota pulls back from the embrace, an embarrassed smile on her face. She wipes her red eyes with the sleeve of her white v neck t-shirt. "Jeeze look at me." She hiccups.
Caitlyn chuckles and pushes strands of Dakota's hair behind her ears. "Through all my years as a Sheriff, I have learned that sometimes we all need a good cry."
Dakota nods, as her icy eyes lock with Caitlyn's.
Dakota's brow furrows as determination creeps into her irises.
"I wanted to ask something." Dakota begins. Caitlyn's heart skips a beat.
oh no, Caitlyn thought. I am not prepared to tell her yet.
"Would you mind showing me and Elric where they were buried?" Dakota asks. "Since we weren't in a stable enough condition to go to their funeral, Elric and I have decided that we wanted to go visit and hold a small memorial between us." She scratches the back of her neck, her eyes going to her bare feet.
Caitlyn brushes her hand along Dakota's jaw, she then rests her hands on her strong shoulders. "Of course, darling. I would be honored."
She takes a calming breath.
She had successfully dodged that bullet for now.
(That night)
"We are so close that I can taste it." His robotic voice careens in the halls of Zaun's council.
Illya looks to her nails. She leans herself against the metal posts, her lips pursed in annoyance. "It tastes like smog." She sneered.
Viktor turned his head to the girl watching her pick at her teeth. His yellow eyes traced back to his metallic fingers.
"Are you sure those idiot politicians have the guts to go through with this?" She asks through a haze of laziness.
Viktor gives a dark chuckle. "They better, or they will regret their weak choices."
Illya scoffs as she pushes herself off of the post. "I'd like to see that."
Viktor looks at their girl questioningly. "Do not underestimate me." He growls.
Illya's eyebrow shoots up. "I'm not underestimating, just curious." The wolfish grin that spreads through her full lips, causes the machine herald to pull his head back and stare up at the metal carved into intricate designs on the ceiling.
How in the void did he get stuck with this brat?
The door screeches open, making his head snap to the meaty politician who sweats profusely.
"Come professor." He wheezes. "The council is prepared for you pitch."
Viktor rises to his feet and strides toward the council doors.
"Shine on, ," Illya jeers as she crosses her arms over her chest.
Viktor gives a annoyed growl flipping the girl off as he enters into the room. The heavy metal doors closing him off into the political world.
Illya shakes her head.
How in the void did she get stuck with a giant nerd like him?
( One month later)
Her wrapped knuckles tap aggressively in a staccato combo on the green punching bag.
"Faster!" Abbie growls from behind the bag. "Stop being afraid, you can do better then this." She cuffs the side of Dakota's head. "Let's go Dakota!"
Dakota raises her fist to her face. She takes a deep breath and then slams her fists in a quicker transgression of the past combo, making the bag swing wildly. She finishes the combo with a powerful heel kick that makes the bag shake.
Abbie comes from behind the bag and raps her knuckles against Dakota's arm. "Now that's what I am talking about."
The two of them snap their heads as the training room door opens. Vi gives a wide grin as she sees the two soldiers. " 'Eyyy kiddos." Vi greets dropping her gym bag by one of the benches. "You treating my bag good, or do I have to rough you two up?"
Abbie scoffs, the cockiness practically coming off her in waves. "You couldn't do a thing."
Vi's grin turns wolf like. She's in a black tank top and Pink boxing shorts. Her fists are taped in pink cotton wraps and she taps her knuckles together. "Wanna bet?"
Abbie grabs Dakota's shoulder and pushes her forward. "Twenty gold pieces say that Dakota can make you tap out."
"What?" Dakota looks at Abbie with wide eyes. "Are you kidding me?"
"Shut up, Dakota." Abbie snarls.
"Fifty pieces say she doesn't last a minute." Vi interjects rolling her shoulders.
"You're on." Abbie spits into her palm and Vi does the same as they clasp hands in agreement.
The pinkette bounces on the balls of her feet. She does a couple of practice jabs, that swing with precision and power.
Dakota gulps.
"Are you bloody joking?" Dakota hisses as Abbie hands over a mouth guard. "She's going to annihilate me. She's the Enforcer of Piltover for a reason."
Abbie scoffs. "Oh c'mon. You aren't giving yourself enough credit."
"Abbie she might kill me."
"Nah."
"Are you two chickens done squawking, yet?" Vi calls.
Abbie pushes Dakota toward the mats and in front of the Enforcer, who grins widely.
"This might be the easiest fifty pieces I will ever make in my life." Vi spits sideways and places her mouth guard into her grinning mouth. She raises her fists and begins shuffling.
Dakota takes a deep breath, silently cursing Abbie.
Some friend.
She raises her arms, curling her fists in front of her face.
Vi makes the first move.
She steps forward, pulling her right fist back, and snaps her left to Dakota's face. She's quick to guard, but she catches most of the force in her jaw. It felt like she got hit by a ton of bricks. Vi follows through with a quick jab and a right hook. Dakota pulls her arm in a block and covers her face in time to take the hook's blow with her forearm. She pushes Vi back to give her room.
Vi doesn't budge.
An uppercut is aimed at Dakota's chin, but Dakota side steps to avoid it. Vi replies to the dodge with a swift cross that connects to Dakota's cheek.
It stings and feels like a jack hammer. She grunts as she takes the hit. She takes a couple of steps backward, to give herself some breathing room. Vi was super aggressive and relentless.
Ice and violet connect.
Dakota formulates a plan in her head. Her eyes turn cold and calculated.
Vi falters for a second during her next attack as she recognizes that look.
Where had she seen that look before?
Dakota senses the hesitation and is quick to react. She feigns to strike Vi's face, but uppercuts into Vi's abdomen.
Vi doesn't even flinch.
"Ooo that tickles." She snarls as she launches her fist at Dakota.
Dakota steps out of the way, barely moving out of the way of the jab. She moves her self so she's at Vi's left side and uses her agility to get behind Vi. She connects into Vi's kidney, and ducks under one of Vi's sweeps. She turns herself to face Vi and gets into the taller woman's instep. She blocks a defensive strike from Vi, catching the pinkette off guard. She clips Vi's jaw with a quick cross jab.
Vi growls and pushes Dakota back. She moves into Dakota's defensive stance and breaks her footing roots. She grabs the girl's t-shirt and lands a solid hit to her face. Dakota falls to the matt with an oof. Vi stands over the girl with a wide grin.
"Fifty nine seconds." Abbie mutters. Vi throws her hands in the air and does a victory lap around Dakota."We're working on your placements, Dakota. That was the worst fight I've ever seen you take part in. You can fight better then that." She scolds Dakota, who looks like she is about to rip Abbie's head off.
"Hey don't be too hard on her." Vi interjects. She extends a hand to Dakota who takes it, and helps the girl up. "Not her fault she couldn't take the legend." Vi flexes her biceps and wiggles her eyebrows.
Dakota is quick to business. "How did you break my stance so easily?" She asks getting back into her fighting position.
Vi laughs. "Dunno, I just hit, where I think you weren't ready to block. Ya seemed like you had a solid stance so I wanted to get in yer comfort zone and break ya down." Vi shrugs.
Dakota nods thoughtfully. Her icy eyes, set in ambition. "Let's go again."
Vi laughs in surprise. "Alright, kid, but you don't know what you got yerself into."
Dakota grins wickedly. "This time I'm not holding back."
Vi smirks. "Wouldn't have it any other way."
Later that day, Caitlyn looks for her partner. She has a hunch, but usually Vi keeps herself under schedule when it comes to her going on patrols to the lower city. It was one of Vi's favorite parts to the job. She climbs the two floors to get to the training room. She opens the door to see Dakota and Vi in a combative dance around each other. They were both drenched in sweat and cursing loudly at each other. Their arms raised and their eyes locked into a battle of witt. Dakota ducks under one of Vi's swings and steps back letting Vi over extend. She strikes Vi's arm, throwing it to the side and elbows Vi's jaw.
"Oohoo!" Vi croons. "Nice hit kid!"
Vi then catches Caitlyn's face, and grins stupidly to her boss. " 'Sup Cupcak-" Vi is cut off when Dakota tackles Vi to the matt. Vi growls and grabs the girl's shoulders. She bucks the unsuspecting teenager off and throws her to the side of pinkette's waist. Dakota lands on her back, her chest rising and falling with her heavy breaths.
The two of them burst into laughter suddenly.
Caitlyn couldn't help but smile at the two brawlers.
Vi's goofy smile turns to Caitlyn. "As I was saying before I got so rudely interrupted." She smacks Dakota's abdomen, making the girl yelp in surprise. "Sup, Cupcake?"
Caitlyn rolls her icy eyes and places her hands on her hips. "You're late for your patrol, Vi."
Vi's eyes widen. "Ahh shit. Sorry Cait."
She rises to her feet. "Alright kid, catch ya later. Make sure you work on those strikes like I taught ya." She goes over to Caitlyn and kisses her cheek, before she departs, grabbing her duffel bag and heading to the showers.
Dakota is quick to follow. She stands to her feet and grins wickedly at Caitlyn. "I have never been good at boxing." She admits to the sheriff. "I have learned a lot today."
Caitlyn smirks. "You probably learned from the best boxer in Piltover."
Dakota nods. "I didn't mean to keep her. Sorry sheriff." She smiles apologetically.
Caitlyn shakes her head. "Don't you have a class to get to soon."
Dakota's lips go to a side smile. "Yeah, I should get to that. Thanks Sheriff." She grabs her training bag and pads off.
Caitlyn can't help but laugh as the soldier leaves.
It shouldn't surprise her, that her girlfriend and daughter became best friends.