Four months ago, Vi was Piltover's second most wanted. Four months ago, she was living on the run, running from safe-house to safe-house, catching criminals when she could and sleep when she couldn't. Four months ago, she was a single woman, not looking for anyone, not thinking she would ever find someone that would put up with her. Just four months ago. Vi was surprised just how quickly that time went, and in hindsight, just how short it had been. Now, she had the second highest arrest rate (just behind Caitlyn.) Now, she lived in a shitty apartment that was perfect for her, in a shitty part of town that was just to her liking. Now...now she was in love.

The feeling was completely alien to Vi; she had never been in love before. The closest thing she had ever felt was the connection she once had with her sister, and that was a long time ago. Even that, though, wasn't the same. Back then, they were fighting to survive, and Vi loved her sis because she was blood. She was the only thing left of their family. Sisters stuck together. It was an obligation. Caitlyn though...she was an addiction. Vi didn't feel obliged to be with her, she felt an URGE to be with her. An unquenchable thirst to hear that voice, see that face, look into those eyes and forget all her worries, if only for a moment. Vi was as happy as she had ever been.

It was about three weeks after Vi had returned to the force from her injury. It's amazing what can happen in three weeks when an officer is injured. New rules had been put in place for dealing with standoff's, in hopes that no other officer would be put in the position Vi had been. New equipment had been requisitioned for hostage negotiators and officers operating in a situation with a high risk of gunfights, state of the art stuff that could stop even the highest caliber of bullets in their tracks. Change came slowly in a bureaucracy as large as a police force, but when an officer was killed or injured, everyone kicked it up a notch.

Even if everyone was secretly terrified of said officer.

To Vi though, nothing much had changed. She still thought she could get things done better on her own, she still swore and flipped out whenever anyone even slightly disrespected her, and she still loved kicking a fools teeth in. She got up, she worked out, she went to work, she went home. Sometimes she would go shopping with Cait before she slept, sometimes she would go to dinner or catch a movie or just relax at her apartment and drink her liquers.

And today felt like one of those days. She woke up before the sun was even up, shook the pain from her back (it still hadn't really healed), put on her exosuit over her uniform, and went for a few mile run. She got home, picked up her gauntlets, drove to work, and went to the meeting room to sit through another boring meeting. Every dam day, Caitlyn insisted on going over the major cases, with each detective giving a little report on the state of the case. Then she would say any announcements, birthdays, babys born, officers wounded, equipment that was being added to their arsinal, etc. The two of them had been keeping their relationship under wraps as to avoid any unneeded gossip in the office. "Let them guess" the sheriff had said "but let's try not to give them anything concreet to go on."

Vi was picking at a dirty fingernail absent mindedly as the meeting started to come to a close. She never payed much attention to these things; even with Cupcake doing them, they were still more boring than watching someone meditate. Just as everyone started to leave, Caitlyn spoke up. "Ah!" she called "One more thing! We have a very special award to give out!" the crowd murmured as they took their seats once again. "Every now and then" Caitlyn continued "we have an officer that goes above and beyond the call of duty, putting themselves in harms way for the greater good. Now before you say this is just a popularity contest, we have virtually no control over who get's this award; I put in the application, but from there, it's up to the city council and the mayor."

Vi sighed. "Probably something for one of those meat-head SWAT officers." she muttered to Loyde, who sat beside her. "They're always sticking their asses in the fire for glory or whatever the fu-"

"Vi!" Caitlyn "Get up here and take this thing. It's heavy." Vi blinked and looke up, mouth half agape.

The office filled with cheers and applause as she walked sheepishly to the front. Caitlyn handed her a massive plaque, covered in intricate engravings of the Piltover Police Force emblem. Beneath it, a shinny brass plate read; "The PPF Official Award of Heroism. Signed, Mayor Marcot. Awarded to Vi, the Enforcer of Piltover." In the corner was a small, hand carved symbol, much simpler in design, but impossible to miss. It was the tattoo Vi had on her stomach, her two gauntlets side by side. Vi went radish red.

"They needed a last name for the application" Caitlyn said "so I asked around, and we all voted on 'The Enforcer.' We thought you would like it."

"Hell ya I like it!" she shouted, causing the crowd to cheer even more. "This is..." she shook her head as the cheering died down. "It's just too much. I just did my job, you know? Not...not more than any of you would have done. Just...just thanks guys, this means a lot."

As she shook Caitlyns hand, the sheriff pulled her into earshot. "Dinner. Tonight. My place. Don't be late."

Vi had stars in her eyes when she went back to sit down, and for the rest of the day for that matter.

"How the fuck did you pull that off, Cupcake?" Vi said as the Sheriff opened her apartment door. "You must have had to bribe the entire city council to get them to approve that kind of award for a criminal like me."

Caitlyn laughed. "It wasn't me, honest. The Mayor did everything. His view of you really changed after that stunt you pulled."

Vi shook her head. She made her way into Caitlyn's three room apartment and flopped down on her couch. She wore a plan black shit with red text that read "Get Dunked" on the front, as well as her usual torn jeans. Caitlyn was a bit better; she had on a pair of sweat pants and a striped blue and white T shirt. She plopped down beside Vi, snuggled up close, and flipped the TV on. There was some shitty B movie on, something like Sunset of the Unliving. Those kinds of movies were the ones the two of them loved the most; something they could make fun of, laugh at, laugh together. Caitlyn looked over at Vi just before the credits finished rolling.

"So I might as way take all the credit for this and ask for a favor, huh?" she said slyly.

"Oh you know I'd do anything you asked without me owing you one" Vi retorted, nudging her playfully in the side.

"Oooooh, I don't think you would do this" she said chuckling. "Well...I've been invited to represent the police force at this years annual gala. The City likes to throw these grand parties to show off to the richey riches that it still is in fact the city of progress." Vi looked at Caitlyn blankly. "Right, boring, I need a date and you're coming with me weather you want me to or not."

Vi groaned loudly, flopping her head back on the couch. "Can't you just take Loyde or something? He loves those snooty parties."

"I could take Loyde" she said "but I'm not dating him. I'm dating you. And shouldn't people who are dating each other go to fancy parties together?"

Vi groaned again and closed her eyes. Caitlyn frowned, thinking for a moment. A devilish grin split her lips. She leaned into Vi's ear and whispered "you'll get to see me in a skimpy dress. Lace, flowing, expensive-"

"I'm in" Vi said instantly, her eyes shooting open. "That mean's I need cloths doesn't it."

Caitlyn nodded vigorously. "We can't have you going looking like this, can we?" she said, picking at her shirt. "I'm not sure that the upper class would understand what dunking someone is. But that just means we get to go shopping" another Caitlyn smiled mischievously again "and I get to pick out a fancy outfit for you. This is getting better and better" she said, giggling.

"You little shit!" Vi said, grappling with the sheriff and beginning to tickle her furiously. Caitlyn shrieked, laughing uncontrollably as the pinkett assaulted her sides and neck.

"Vi! S-stop it! You k-know I hate to be TickledEEEK!" she cried as Vi's onslaught pushed her onto her back on the sofa. Vi pinned her arms above her head and stared deeply into her eyes, leaned down, and kissed her.

"I'll do it for you" she said with a smile. "I'll even be civil." Caitlyn raised her eyebrows. "Ok, fine, I'll ATTEMPT to be civil. God's you're never satisfied are you Cupcake?"

"I am right now" she replied quietly, smiling peacefully at Vi.

"Always know just what to say, don't you Cupcake" Vi whispered, approaching her lips once more. "I don't think were watching the movie tonight."

"Can we please go now." Vi said exasperatedly. Her and Caitlyn had been shopping for HOURS, and Vi had yet to see a single thing that she actually wanted to wear. That hadn't stopped Caitlyn from buying six or eight dresses, each one more expensive and ridiculous looking than the last. Caitlyn was paying another clerk for another dress, and turned her head to reply.

"Oh come now" she said "you're not even giving them a chance. At least give them a chance."

"I DID give them a chance" Vi replied irritably "when I tried them on in the dressing room. Honestly, how do you think I can pull off a dress with legs as burly and hairy as mine are?" Caitlyn shook her head, thanked the clerk, and handed another bag to Vi. She groaned loudly, picked up the other twelve or so bags they had accumulated over the afternoon, and followed her partner outside. "Can we PLEASE be done now?" she asked.

"Hmmm" Caitlyn said, tapping her bottom lip in contemplation. "I think I still want to hit a few more stores on my own, but I guess you can load those in the car. I'll meet you back there in a couple hours or so." she turned to face Vi. "At least try to find something you would enjoy wearing."

Vi shrugged. "I'll give it a shot" she replied sullenly. Caitlyn gave her a quick peck on the lips and disappeared into the crowd.

Not a small task, Vi found. She passed dozens of shops, looked at hundreds of outfits, and couldn't find a single thing that looked even remotely interesting. "Fuck me, what's a girl gotta do to find something NOT totally lame?" she said to herself, slipping her hands into her pockets as she passed a men's tailor. A men's tailor. For suits.

Vi backtracked, staring into the window at a couple mannequins, wide eyed and mouth agape. "Oh yes" she whispered, walking into the store. "So glad I went shopping today"

Two chapters in one day, freaking amazing. This is coming together far better than I ever expected it to. I should have said earlier that this is a bit of a rough draft; I'm aware of spelling and grammar mistakes, as well as awkward phrasing and descriptions for things. I plan on going back and fixing all that crap once I reach a good stopping point, so fear not! Thanks for putting up with all the lazy bull shit writing. Love you all!

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