[Vi's POV]

"Good morning."

The words are whispered against my lips and followed up by a soft kiss.
I open my eyes to see Caitlyn lying next to me, smiling.

"Morning," I whisper back.

You're confused? Let me explain.

After my fucked up sister started her new relationship, ours went down the drain. The little trust we had built up over the past few months was gone completely. All we ever did was fight. And most of the time, I wasn't even the one who started it.

All I ever heard from her was Olivia. She stopped seeing her therapist, insisting she'd be fine on her own. I told her that a big part of her probation is the requirement to see a therapist. So she went, grudgingly, every other appointment.
I honestly stopped giving a fuck. I know she's my responsibility, but you can't fix stupid.
But she's my sister, whether I like it or not. The only family I have left. It gets you thinking, you know?

Then came the day where we had a particularly bad fight. She told me she didn't need me.
Fuck, I don't need or want her either, but deep down, it still hurt.
I was more broken up about this whole thing than I care to admit.
So I did something I never do – I got drunk.

Cait came home that day, yelling at me because I didn't show up for work.
And I just started talking, the alcohol loosened my tongue, words fell out of my mouth and I couldn't stop it. I told her everything. Why Jinx is as fucked up as she is, what we've been through together and – that she makes me feel at home. More at home than I've ever felt in my entire life.
I'm surprised she even listened. By the end of it, somewhere in between of me crying and screaming and drunkenly confessing my undying love to her, she kissed me.

And that's all it was. You'd expect we had sex that night, but we didn't. She just held me all night, kissed my forehead and whispered sweet nothings into my ears.
And we kinda went from there.

Does Jayce know, you ask? I don't know and I don't care. They're technically still a couple, but their relationship has been rocky ever since they decided to try it again. They've barely talked in weeks. I should feel bad for him – but honestly, I don't.

That was about two weeks ago. And for the first time in forever, I'm happy. The only thing leaving a sour taste is Jinx. I call her every other day, to make sure she's alive. It's been three days since I last heard from her and I'm already dreading the phone call I'm going to have to make this evening.
I can already hear her snap at me.

"Everything's fine. Now fuck off, Olivia's going to pick me up soon."

Don't get me wrong, I'm sure that Olivia chick is a great person, but fuck that bitch. She probably doesn't even realize what she's doing to my sister. Heck, Jinx doesn't even realize what she's doing to herself. I just hope her therapist eventually manages to talk some sense into her.

"Everything okay?"

Cait pulls me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah," I mutter while getting up, "It's just... I'll have to call Jinx sometime this evening."
"You know," Cait says as she's getting up herself, "I just hope she snaps again so we can lock her back up."
"Or just flat out kill her this time," I mutter under my breath.

Cait kisses my cheek and then goes downstairs to make coffee.
I take a quick shower and then join her for breakfast.

"Anything important today?", I ask as I grab one of her famous cupcakes.
"No, it's been an awfully quiet few days."

Cait has that stern look on her face. She's worried about something.

"It's like the calm before the storm," she takes a sip of her coffee, "Do you remember? A few days before she turned up, we were bored to death at work, too."

She puts her coffee down and shakes her head.

"I don't know, I have this gut feeling..."
"Or consider this: We're lucky and crimes rates actually went down for good," I say, grinning.

She smiles back.

"Yeah, I'm sure it's nothing."

We walk out of the house hand in hand, but each take our own car to work.

I don't remember a day ever dragging on this slowly. Absolutely nothing happens until sometime around noon, when someone reports a drug deal at the other part of the city.
The whole station jumps at the call. Everyone wants to go and Caitlyn has to raise her voice to make everyone shut the hell up. She then chooses two young policemen and sends them off.

"A drug deal? That's all we get?", I mutter as I sit back down in my chair, glancing at my gauntlets. Man, I miss using those.
"At least we got something. Yesterday, we got nothing at all," Caitlyn says, handing me a donut.

I take a big bite as I hear a knock at the door.

"Come in!", I call out, expecting one of my colleagues.

But instead, a young, attractive woman enters the room. She's pale as a ghost and looks like she's just been raped or something. Her face is wet with tears and one of her hands is wrapped in a bloody towel.

"Oh good God, are you okay?", Cait asks as she pulls a chair for the girl to sit down.

She takes a few deep breaths before she starts talking.

"I need... a restraining order or something."

Cait and I exchange looks. I know what she's thinking: abusive ex boyfriend.

"Sure, what's your name?", I ask, picking up a pen and a piece of paper.
"Olivia Percal."

I almost drop the pen. Jinx's girlfriend is sitting in front of me and she wants a restraining order. This can't be good.

"Restraining order against who?", I ask.
"Hannah Rosecorn."

Cait chokes on her coffee.

"Come again?", I say, hoping I had misheard what she just said.

But she repeats my sister's new name clear as day.