"Did you get laid?" Caitlyn asked, her tone so casual she might as well have been asking for the last night's patrol reports. Vi was thankful she was wearing her shades. She tilted her head to glance at Caitlyn, unreadable behind them. "I've only ever seen you this relaxed after sex or painkillers."
Vi gave a small grunt by way of reply, taking a sip of her coffee and keeping her eyes on the target house. She had to admit, she did feel great, better than she had in weeks. Caitlyn continued peering at her, interested in this new aspect of her partner's life.
"Do you like her? Oh, you do. This is more than a one night stand, eh? Well, good for you. I'm happy for you." Caitlyn's completely genuine tone sent painful pangs into her partner, and Vi took a moment to examine the irony that Caitlyn could see all that so easily and miss what was right in front of her.
Vi had been afraid to go to sleep, having a healthy dose of paranoia that Jinx would do something nefarious in her sleep, but that turned out to be for naught. She woke up with a warm body wrapped around her own and a mouthful of blue hair. As it turned out, Jinx snored, which figured.
Vi had stood there, naked, an hour before her alarm, just looking at Jinx. The morning had brought back all the concerns she'd managed to forget by ravaging the other girl; what this meant for her going forward, the mess of feelings churning in her gut. She calmed down eventually, resigning herself to her fate. Jinx was… surprisingly pretty with her hair down. She had a lot of it, which made sense given the length of her braids. She made a mental note to buy more shampoo, a lot more shampoo.
Jinx hadn't woken until Vi stepped out of the shower to see a very tired, very curmudgeonly Jinx waiting to step in. She gave her a little grunt and a muttered "stay safe, fathands" before stepping under the blast of hot water.
Now Vi was at work, sitting in the car with Caitlyn, watching a perp's place as if nothing were different. She was harboring a fugitive, sleeping with one, even; and yet, she felt amazing. Her head was clear, her body full of energy. Her gauntlets were in the backseat. She reached back, pulling a file and flipping through it.
"You wanna go over this dirtbag again?" Cait asked, stretching and yawning.
"Let's see. Lonny Fargo, pleasant name. Rap sheet a mile long. Armed robbery, grand theft auto, extortion, yada yada yada. Real dirtbag. Last we heard, he's holed up in there with a groupie, runaway girl named Violet. Parents would like her back, but, just as importantly, the last thing he stole is something from Jace's lab that he'd really like back."
"What was it?" Vi flipped through the rest of the file and shrugged.
"Jace didn't say." Caitlyn rolled her eyes.
"Typical. Could it be a weapon? I don't want to get caught with our trousers down."
Vi was reaching for the radio when all hell broke loose. A figure appeared in the doorway, moving in almost a blur. The sheriff's department collectively squinted, recognized Lonny, and scrambled to get their stuff out of the back. Vi climbed into the backseat, pushing her hands into her gauntlets as Lonny sprinted over to the car, squatted down and grabbed the rim of the car and heaved.
Vi slid her hands in her gauntlets as the car started to tilt, tumbling back and hitting a window hard enough to crack it. She catches a glimpse of the perp, face contorted in rage, muscles straining- then the car flipped onto its side, and again onto its back, sending Vi and Caitlyn crashing onto the roof of the car.
"Fuck!" Vi yelled, bracing her hands against the window behind her and giving the gauntlets a bit of juice, popping the glass right out and wriggling out onto the pavement. She rose into a crouch, reaching for Caitlyn, but she waved her away, grabbing her rifle.
"Go! I'll catch up!"
Vi grunted and rose again, taking off after Lonny. Her strides lengthened until she was sprinting, arms and legs pumping. Her mind chewed through the facts; Lonny had to be on some kind of drug, given how he'd flipped a car on his own. Steroids plus crack or something, given how fast he was running. That made him dangerous and unpredictable.
Lonny leapt over a dumpster, hitting a wall and scrambling up it into an alley that led towards a main road. Vi clicked a button in her gauntlets with her thumb and they powered up with an electric whine. She drew a fist back, skidding to a halt, and threw it forward, her gauntlets emitting a repulsor blast that threw her forward, smashing through the wall. She spotted Lonny through the brick dust, a few steps from a main road, and hit the gas, exploding across the distance and slamming into him, grunting as she kicked off the ground, sending them into the air in her signature takedown.
She switched grips, wrapping a gauntlet around his waist and pointing the other skyward, ready to take them back down when Lonny punched her in the face. She saw a flash of white and felt a lightning bolt of pain as her nose crunched and blood flew out, but she held on. She headbutted him, grunting at the impact. It was hard to see through the tears forming in her eyes, but Lonny's eyes looked dilated and... Colorful.
Then they were hitting the ground in a tangled heap rather than the clean submission she'd wanted. She had the wind knocked out of her. Choking for air, she still struggled to her feet, staggering into a fighting stance, gauntlets raised in front of her. Lonny bounced to his feet, breathing hard, blood streaming from a cut on his face.
"Come quietly!" She growled, edging forwards. He didn't even seem to register the words, letting out a yell and lurching forwards. She caught his first blow, locking that fist in her own massive one. His left curled up, slamming into her gut, making her wheeze. He jackhammered his fist, getting three more blows in before she turned, heaving him over her shoulder in a judo throw, slamming him into the ground.
He absorbed the impact and immediately shot out both legs, wedging his feet against her elbow and pushing. She strained to keep her grip, almost crushing his hand, and a distinct crack came out as his arm dislocated. She let go and he slipped away, kicking to his feet and launching on the assault again, a fist jabbing out to slam into the side of her head. Another blow landed, and another, and another until she went sprawling on the pavement. Her head throbbed and she couldn't seem to catch her breath.
She rolled over, pain lancing through her body, and pushed herself up, spitting out blood and feeling rage pulse through her body. She let out a roar and moved forward, ducking a fist and slamming her own into him, her gauntlet charging and blasting out, sending him crashing into a wall, impacting hard enough to splat a little. She was positive he'd broken bones on that one. She shook her head and started to reach for her radio when he fell to the pavement… and got back up.
She stumbled back in surprise as he took a step forward. A vein throbbed on his forehead. She lifted her gauntlets again, ready to end this. His eyes rolled back up in his head and blood exploded from his mouth as he collapsed face-first on the pavement.
She stood still for a moment, wary, then let herself lean back against a car, reaching up to click her radio. "31st and…" she had to glance around for a street sign. "Wilcox. Need paramedics and officers."
She waited until she saw the flashing blue and reds come around the corner, then backed off to a side alley and sat down, leaning back against a door and closing her eyes.
She passed out a little bit, because the next thing she was cognizant of was Caitlyn shaking her shoulder.
"Hey, wake up." She squatted down, those piercing blue eyes wincing as she took in Vi's battered face. "You need a medic."
"No," Vi said, her voice a little hoarse. She pushed herself to her feet. "I'm going home. You can take my statement or whatever later."
Caitlyn studied her with open concern.
"Well, we might not need it. The forensics are pretty clear. He died because his heart exploded, by the way." Vi squinted, sure she hadn't heard that right.
"What?"
"Whatever he was on caused him to over-work himself and his heart failed. Well, the medic said imploded. Unsure of the medical term. Here, I'll go with you and patch you up." Vi grunted, waving a hand.
"No. You're needed here. I'll be fine." She smirked, wiping her mouth and leaving a bloody smear on a gauntlet. "Not the first time I've patched myself up."
Caitlyn wavered for a moment and reluctantly nodded, watching as Vi turned and started walking away. She sighed and turned back to the mystery at hand; what Lonny had stolen, where it was, and what kind of super drug he was on.
Vi fumbled the keys in the lock, managing it on her third try. She stepped inside, releasing her gauntlets and letting them carelessly clunk to the floor. She nudged the door behind her with a foot, closing it, and moved forwards. One eye was starting to swell and she made it to the couch, collapsing onto it and taking deep, slow breaths.
"Hey, fat hands, you're home early! I made some- Jesus christ, what happened to your face?" Warm hands gingerly touched her cheeks, turning her head so the blue girl straddling her could examine her more closely. Vi closed her eyes, her breathing more like grunts.
"Med-kit. Bathroom." Jinx nodded and scampered off. Vi shrugged out of her coat, pulling her uniform shirt up and over, letting it fall away. Her white undershirt was soaked with sweat and a little blood around the collar, but she was out of energy and closed her eyes again.
Jinx re-appeared, but Vi only knew by the hand that tilted her head and the way that Jinx carefully sat in her lap. A rag soaked with antiseptic touched a wound on her forehead and she grunted, patting blindly at her coat until she found the pack of cigarettes. She shook one out, sticking it between her teeth and searching for a lighter.
"This is gonna need stitches," Jinx warned, rummaging through the kit for the appropriate tools. Vi merely grunted. She flicked the lighter, lighting the cigarette and taking a pull, letting it out and wincing as Jinx began threading a needle through her flesh.
A quiet night passed as Jinx tended to her. She stitched up her wound, cleaned it, and bandaged the little scrapes across her body, then gently nudged her to bed and settled her down, curling up with her, wrapping her arms around her. When Vi woke up in the middle of the night Jinx fed her and put her back down.
Vi woke again, groggily, morning light streaming through the window. She winced as she sat up; everything hurt. She swung her legs out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom, looking at herself in the mirror. Besides the stitches, the worst she had to show for it was a black eye. She grunted.
She eased herself into the shower, letting the hot water soak into her damaged body. She felt a lot better when she came out. She smelled coffee and stepped into the kitchen, surprised to find Jinx up and making eggs. She moved slowly, quietly, coming up behind her. Jinx only wore an apron, drawing Vi's eye to her pale rear. She felt a flicker of lust, but quashed it for the moment, instead wrapping her arms around Jinx's waist, pushing her head into her shoulder, breathing in deeply of her hair's scent. Jinx started a little.
"Uh, you're welcome," she said after a few moments of awkward silence. "The eggs will be ready in a minUTE~!"
Vi's hand gripped her butt, squeezing a little, having lightly spanked her just a moment before.
"Fat hands! I'm cooking!" She protested. Vi smirked, giving her neck a kiss and pressing her body up against Jinx's, letting her feel her hard, hot length press up against her through her sleep shorts.
"Bedroom," she muttered.
"But your food will get cold," Jinx said, then blinked, as if shocked to hear herself say that. She turned off the stove and jumped down.
"Leave the apron on." Vi's voice came from the bedroom, and Jinx grinned, that chaotic spark in her eye as she leapt into action.
