A/N: This chapter was written by a very dear friend of mine. She was just doodling, really, but I thought it was so good that I told her to finish what she started. So, say "Thank you, Teme." :D

[Vi's POV]

As soon as Jinx is gone, all the crying, screaming, as well as the frustrated pleading is replaced by silence. Painful silence. I still feel the adrenaline rushing through my veins. The adrenaline, which comes from plotting my sister's safety, her freedom. But most importantly, it comes from breaking the law.

As a cop.

As I'm deep in thought, I find myself already being knelt down without noticing. My eyes are scanning the body in front of me. Normally, I would inspect a dead body for other reasons, not planning to get rid of it somehow. The whole situation just feels so surreal, I put a hand on the body's arm, attempting to remind myself how real this is. So very real.

My cheeks feel wet. A quick touch to check does it, I'm definitely crying. There are tears flowing down my face.

It's the realization. It hit me. How could I possibly think I'd be able to save my sister from an unavoidable sitution? Jinx killed someone. A human being with a family, a woman who was once so full of life and genuinely wanted Jinx to be happy. So do I. I want her happy, so desperately.

"Why can't she just be happy...?", I silently ask myself, and with that, there's the first sob, "Why... Why can't she be cured? Is it my fault? Am I the one who fucked everything up?"

I'm slamming my fists down against the floor. The floor... that's covered in dried blood stains.
I want to help her. I do, with all my fucking heart, she's all family I have left. The idea of family is something I've clung to so badly.
But I can't and won't cross the line for it. Ignoring my responsibilities as a cop, letting everyone down, especially Caitlyn. Never could I betray her, the person who believed in me, gave me a chance and made me the person I am today.

I have no choice. It's the right thing to do.
Jinx, I wish it hadn't come to this...

Still crying, I reach for my phone.

~l~

The steps get louder and eventually stop when Caitlyn halts at the open bathroom door. Looks like she kept her promise, she came alone.
I feel the incredible urge to be held by her. I hate feeling so vulnerable, but I want her to hold me so fucking tightly. I want her to make it all okay.
Nothing's going to make it okay, though. Once again, we're left with a mess. All of this shit is my fault. I deserved to be stabbed to death, not her god damn therapist.

I want to look at Cait, but I'm frozen in place. Completely numb, with my back pressed against the wall as I sit there, my hands buried in my hair. I can feel her looking at me. Slowly, she steps inside.
Finally being able to move, I look up at her. Her hand covers half of her face. Yeah, the smell, huh... I've been here for so long, I've gotten used to that god awful scent.

I watch her face turn pale when her eyes spot the body. Caitlyn rarely ever shows reaction to anything, but somehow this gets to her, just as it gets to me. Both of us are at a loss for words.
I know, we're cops, we've seen some shit. Not to mention Jinx has been on a rampage before.
But this is just so different from other times.
The atmosphere, the smell, the vomit, the fear of what's coming – this is just the beginning.

"Here's your storm," I say in a voice barely above a whisper.

She then turns to me, and I see her face. Remember how I basically said that I wanted her to be strong for me? Forget that. The terror is written all over her face. If anything, she's even more scared than I am.

"I can't do this again," she says and I can hear her voice break.

I just stare at her, no clue what to say.
We knew it was coming, but nothing could prepare us for this. It's the thought of going through all this a second time. We are also aware this is not the time to sit around and do nothing, but... we're tired. Scared. Defeated.

"I don't want this either..."
"We have to go," she whispers.

I wrap an arm around her to comfort her. We're too exhausted to even leave the room. There's a dead woman lying in front of us, the knife still stuck in her fucking body.

"Where's Jinx?"

I almost jump at her sudden words.
Alright, what the fuck do I tell her now? I let the batshit insane criminal go? I almost helped her get away with this shit?

"I was drugged...", I start, but I don't want to lie to her.

I take a deep breath.

"Actually... I'm a failure. That's what's up," I burst, even surprising myself with it, "You should have never believed in me."

Caitlyn hesitates before moving to sit in front of me, facing me. It's making me feel uncomfortable, but at least it's blocking the body.

"What happened?"
"I fucked up big time."

I can feel her grabbing my hand firmly. Her eyes are locked onto mine so intensely, it feels as though she's staring right into my soul.

"I let her go, Caitlyn."

The words just leave my mouth, and I can't stop myself.

"When she came to her senses, she looked so helpless. She doesn't want to be locked up, and I understand that. I felt like I had to help her, just like she helped me when I needed her."

Fuck. The tears are coming again. I avoid eye contact as much as possible when I see her eyes widen, her shocked expression, yet I continue.

"She stopped taking her meds regularly, which led to this crazy, horrible, absolute fucking bullshit!"
"... You let her go?"

I don't respond, being too ashamed of myself. How could I ever think that was a good idea to begin with?
Suddenly, I feel Caitlyn hugging me close.

"I'm glad you called me."

The words are softly spoken into my ear. Spoken in the accent I fell in love with. Feeling the touch I have been craving. Held by the woman I adore more than anything. She gives me strength. Enough strength to finally stand. I pull her up with me.

"I was so scared when you called, Vi. I thought something had happened to you," she admits.
"I'm just fine, Cupcake," I reassure her, trying to gain confidence, "Let's get going."

Caitlyn nods, then calls other cops to take care of the body.

'Here we go again', I think to myself as I put on my gauntlets.