Vi had never had a REAL job before. Ok, maybe that one week she had worked at a sandwich shop that was actually a drug trafficking ring so she could get undercover, but she didn't really count that. Now, she had to pay rent, buy groceries, keep her car gassed up, all on an officers salary, which was WAY easier said than done. Most of the time, she had just enough to scrape by at the end of the month, although occasionally not. She had gone hungry more than a few nights in the last two months due to fraudulent spending on her part. Her car had cost a full months salary, and she had had to ask Caitlyn for a loan, which she grudgingly gave her.

The beast had been worth every penny though. A slick, classic sports car, painted dark blue with a bright pink stripe down the middle that matched Vi's hair. The interior had been a custom job by one of her criminal friends; black leather, a kick ass sound system, super comfy seats, and an air freshener for good measure. If Caitlyn knew where she got it from, Vi was sure she wouldn't have given her the loan. It was, after all, just barely this side of legal. She didn't eat in it, didn't drink in it, didn't do anything to but drive it. Any stain was instantly destroyed, every pinhole in the leather was met with extreme scrutiny, and if anyone but her touched the sound system, people died. It was her baby.

Which is why it was totally justifiable for her to barge into the office screaming about a scratch. Sure it disrupted things, but someone had touched her baby. Someone had to get punched in the face, and it certainly wouldn't be Vi. "Who own's the lime-green jalopy outside?!" she shouted, looking furiously around the break room. No one answered. "Come on, man the hell up. Who scratched my baby." silence. "If you don't man up now I'm just going to have to start hitting people."

Someone chirped from the back "Hey Loyd isn't your car lime green?"

"Shut the hell up Garry!" he whispered back. Gotcha.

Vi pushed her way through the room to Loyd. "So you scratch my car and think you can get away with it, huh Loyd?" she said, grabbing him by the collar and lifting him out of his chair.

"Of course not V-v-v-Vi!" he stuttered, obviously scared shitless. "I was going to pay you for repairs! I just r-r-r-r-REALLY didn't want you to over-r-react is all!"

"Overreact?" Vi whispered, venom dripping off of the word. "You scratched my car. You are so very unequivocally dea-" the door opened, and in walked Caitlyn, holding her coffee cup with both hands. She raised her eyebrows. "Something wrong here, Vi?" she asked, her tone cool and controlled.

Vi gritted her teeth. Perfect timing, cupcake. Just in time to ruin my fun. She set Loyd down slowly. "Not at all, Sheriff" Vi replied, smiling. "Loyd scratched my car is all, and I was making sure he was paying for repairs. You are" she said, turning to Loyd, eyes wide, teeth gritted, lips dropping to a grimace. "Aren't you, Loyd?"

"Of course I am!" he said, a little too loudly. "In fact let me go do that now!" he skittered out of the room as fast as his little stubbly legs could carry him, shooting a quick "Thank you" to Caitlyn as he went.

"Well then" Caitlyn said, breaking the awkward silence. "I'm going to fill up my coffee. Everyone get back to work...And Vi" she said, just as Vi was about to escape the room.

"Fuck" she whispered, closing her eyes. "Ya Sheriff?" she said, not looking back.

"Meet me in my office please." she said simply, walking past the pinkett, cup full of fresh coffee. Vi sighed, following doggedly down the hallway. Now she was going to get it.

Vi sat slouched in Caitlyn's leather guest chair, not making eye contact. After about a half hour of getting reamed out by the sheriff about responsibility and controling her anger, silence had fallen over the office, the only sound being that of Caitlyn's pen scribbling out work orders, filling out after-action-reports, and doing whatever other paperwork she had. Vi looked around the room a bit. The Sheriffs signature rifle hung on a rack on the wall to Vi's left along with several other firearms. A few awards, trophies, registrations, and whatever else the perfect sheriff had gotten hung on the wall to Vi's right, along with six or so wanted posters. Behind the sheriff, a massive window overlooked Piltover. The station was right in the center of town, in one of the massive sky-scrapers that took over Piltover from the inside out. Something like floor forty one or something. Vi never really payed attention in the morning. She was always too tired, and there were ALWAYS other officers coming and going, so Vi never had to punch anything into the elevator.

The office perfectly described Caitlyn; married to the job. Everything in it's place, everything with it's purpose. There was nothing cosmetic, nothing that said anything about Caitlyn's personality, just her job. She didn't even have any pictures on her desk, just a reading lamp and a cup full of pens and pencils.

Caitlyn chewed on the end of her pen absent mindedly. Vi stared, hoping to see through the sheriff, to see some part of who she really was. She didn't have x-ray vision though, and the sheriff was as curious as ever. She glanced up. "You're staring" she said, looking back to her paperwork.

"Y-yeah...sorry" Vi said, scratching the bald side of her head. Her gauntlets were back at her desk, waiting to hit something. She had gotten to use them less and less as the paperwork came in more and more. Dam it was hard to write with those things on.

"You're fine" Caitlyn responded. "I'm sure I'm about as curious to you as you are to me." Vi blushed slightly.

"You could say that again." Vi said. "As far as I know, you're personality consists of guns, one big hat, and ruining all my fun." Caitlyn smiled, still not looking up. Her hat sat on the desk beside her, giving Vi a better look at her hair. The jet black stuff was so long, but always seemed in place. How did she do it, Vi wondered. Her hair wasn't half as long, and it was always disheveled and messy. Without thinking, she blurted out. "You look much better without the hat on honestly."

The sheriff looked up, surprised. "Excuse me?" She asked.

"Your...your hair" she muttered, looking away. "It looks really good when it's not covered up by that big ol' thing on your head..." She paused, trying to salvage the situation. "I mean, don't get me wrong! Your hat is great! It's just nicer when your hair is free of constraints. It's nice and flowing and...shiny...and..." Vi trailed off. Shit. Was she trying to flirt with the sheriff? The fuck was she thinking?

Much to Vi's surprise, Caitlyn laughed. Not just the wry chuckle that she normally had. No, this was a giggle. A light, fluttery, high pitched giggle that was gone as quickly as it had come. Caitlyn smiled widely, blushing slightly. "Thank you, Vi." she said. Vi looked incredulously at the sheriff. She was smiling? She thanked her? She LIKED getting hit on? Or maybe she didn't realize what happened. Did Vi even know what had happened? A million thoughts raced through her head as the sheriff cleared her throat. "That will be all, Vi." she said, turning back to her paperwork like nothing had happened. Vi blinked.

"Yes ma'am" she said, nearly running back to her desk. Caitlyn smiled to herself, looking up as the pinkett ran. She ran her hand through her raven hair.

Maybe she would start wearing her hat less around the office.