Vi stared across the table at the officer in front of her. She tried to visualize punching him in the face as hard as she could, tried to feel his cheek bones crunching beneath her fist. Ya it would hurt without her gauntlets, but it would be so worth it. This guy was REALLY starting to piss her off.

Vi had decided to go back with the officer, who she learned was named Caitlyn, and was actually the Sheriff of Piltover. After a few days of pondering, she took the job. If she had known what she would have to go through to keep it, she wouldn't have bothered. Every safe house had to be emptied, every cache of loot surrendered to the police, all under the watchful eyes of that big hat wearing bitch. So prim and proper, so by the books, it made Vi want to throw up. She was civil enough when they weren't working, even cracking an occasional joke now and then, but when they were on a job, it was straight back to seriousness. Fuck it was irritating.

And then there was the psychological evaluation, which is where she was now. Vi had tried to put it off for as long as possible, hoping the sheriff would forget about it. She managed it for a while, but after a month of service, she finally got pinned down by the infuriatingly perfect hat wearing woman that had become the bane of Vi's existence. Gods dammit she was infuriating.

It wouldn't be so bad if the guy doing the eval' didn't keep asking about her past. No matter how many times she said she wouldn't talk about her family or give up her old gang, the bastard just kept badgering her about it, trying to make her slip up. They were currently in a staring contest that had lasted what felt like hours. Silently they stared each other down, trying to will the other one to give up, neither one of them having even the slightest inkling to do so. He was a boulder trying to break a much larger boulder.

Finally, he sighed, leaning back as he did so. "You've got to talk about something, Vi" he said frustratedly. "You won't talk about your family, you won't talk about your history in crime, hell you won't even tell me your real name."

"I told you" she said through gritted teeth. "My name is Vi."

He snorted. "So you say, but there's no record of you being born, or even living in Piltover for that matter. Everyone has a last name." he added.

"Not to you I don't" she retorted, her muscles clenching in rage. "You don't need to know my last name, or my first name. You only need to know that I like punching people who hurt innocents really really hard in the face. I did my job even before it was a job. Just mark me down as sane and let me the hell out of her so we can stop wasting your time and mine."

The man sighed. "I would love to Vi, but you've given my no indication as to weather you're the sanest person on Runterra or a complete psychopath. So I'm going to keep wasting our time until you actually give me something."

She gritted her teeth. He was so close to getting punched it wasn't even funny. Her hands were shaking from the pure unadulterated raged that flowed through her body. Breathe Vi, breathe. Just a bit longer and you're in the clear.

"So your sister" he said, looking down at the notepad in front of him. "What did she look like? Was she as hot as you are?" He shot her a sly smile, winking as he did.

There it was. Vi literally felt something snap in her mind. 'I DO get to punch someone today!' she thought happily, standing and drawing her fist back.

"Did you really have to hit him THAT hard?" Caitlyn said, dabbing a wet rag on Vi's raw knuckles. "You broke his nose you know."

"Did I?" Vi asked excitedly, a huge grin filling her face. "I was hoping it would break something. That ass hole SERIOUSLY deserved it. Man I should have hit him a couple more times just to be safe-" Caitlyn shot her a look of reproach, which ended her tangent instantly. "Sorry" she muttered, wincing as the sheriff dabbed her bleeding knuckles again. "I warned him" she said slightly defensively. "I told him not to ask about my family, and then he asked if my sister was as hot as I am. I mean dam, could he have said anything worse? He was quite literally asking to get that shit-eating-grin whipped off his face."

Caitlyn sighed heavily. "You're going to have to talk about your past eventually you know" she said, glancing up at her. Those deep teal eyes pierced Vi's green ones, sending shivers down her spine. "We need to know if you're still active with your old gang, or your family. I may want you here, but I'm not the only one with a say in it. The higher ups need to be shown that you're useful, and beating up the officer doing your eval' isn't exactly the best way to do that." She sighed again and shook her head. "Doesn't this hurt?" she asked incredulously.

"Meh" Vi replied. "A little bit, but I've had worse. My shoulder has been killing me for a while, so that distracts me a bit." she shot the sheriff a toothy grin. "I'm a big girl."

Caitlyn set the rag down and stood up, moving behind Vi. "What are you-AAH!" she was cut short as Caitlyn ran her hands roughly along her right shoulder, poking and prodding with her fingers. "You're shoulder is dislocated" she said, massaging it lightly.

"Ya, I thought so" Vi replied. "Usually that just fixes itself with me, so I just leave it be and I feel fine in a few days. This one has been really bothering me for about a month noAAAOW!" With a popping crunch, Caitlyn shoved Vi's arm back into the socket. She stood quickly, backing away from the Sheriff. "The fuck was that for!?" she shouted, massaging her excruciating shoulder. "I said it would get better on it's own and...woah" she stopped, flexing her arm and rolling her shoulder. It felt totally normal. The ache she had felt for nearly a month had vanished almost instantly, replaced with a slight tingling sensation. "How did you do that?" she asked incredulously, testing it further.

"It's not that hard really" she said, beginning to clean up the bloody rag and bandages she had brought out, like nothing had happened. Vi just stared at her. She was infuriating, all prim and proper, all neat and tidy every second of every day. Each of her words carefully chosen, carefully thought of, to make her sound as intelligent and informed as possible. The sarcastic cop that couldn't be beat. What a bitch. A smile split Vi's lips ever so slightly.

She really liked this sheriff.