A/N:

I'm a genius. This is from my ps3.

All hail the might of consoles.

CHAPTER 1:4

"Argh, it doesn't work!"

Jayce sighed and leaned back into his chair. What am I doing wrong?

"Hmm…"

He glanced to his right and was rewarded with the view of Caitlyn's beautiful body, partly covered by crisp, white sheets. She opened her left eye and winked at him.

"Just let it be then…" Caitlyn yawned and stretched out, revealing enough skin to make him aroused. "Don't you want to sleep some more?"

"Hey," he quickly replied and tried to not smile. "Stop it, I actually need to work."

"Who's a mood-crasher?" Caitlyn clasped her hands together in the shape of a gun and aimed at him, mouthing: boom. "Golden Jayce."

"I actually have a real job here," he answered and grinned. She's so much more relaxed when sleepy… or is it maybe the sex? "You on the other hand, could probably get away with a robbery even; the government is powerless against you."

She yawned again and pulled back her lush, chocolate-colored hair.

"You make me sound like the leader of a world famous gang," she said and creased her eyebrows. "I'm not that influential."

"Liar." Jayce chuckled and turned back towards his desk. "You could probably walk out on the street naked and it would be the next fashion trend. Maybe you can shoot Ezreal while you're at it."

He heard the sound of her rising from the bed and soon felt Caitlyn's slim – although much strong – arms around his shoulders. She gave him a soft kiss on top of his head and exhaled.

"What's with him then?" she asked with a curious voice and pointed at the black box in front of them. "I reckon he's up to no good as usual. You should return it to him."

"I can't," replied Jayce immediately and took her hand in his. "Bastard got away before I was even able to make a call. He's somewhere in the League now, searching for whatever he now might want to know about."

He hauled her naked body into his lap and when the Sheriff opened her mouth to protest, he silenced her with a kiss. Jayce buried his fingers into her long hair and she was already tugging at his gray sweatpants.

"Let's not talk about some boy," she whispered as he pulled away, giving them both time to breathe. "He's a nuisance."

"Well, technically he's twenty-two…" He stopped when she glared at him. "…but he's a kid, yes."

"Stop teasing me," said Caitlyn and rolled with her eyes. "Of course I know his age—"

"I'm terribly sorry for interrupting the two of you but Jayce; you have an urgent call right this moment. I apologize, Sheriff."

Jayce frowned and his eyes locked with Caitlyn's. He shrugged, showing that he had no idea who it might be, and she seemed to believe him.

"Connect him to my earphone, Claire," he said and helped Caitlyn up. "I'll take care of you later," he added and she gave him a smile.

"Will do. Connecting in three, two, one…"

He opened his desk and found the earphone.

"This is Jayce."

"Jayce."

He instantly recognized the voice.

"Viktor…" Jayce almost caught on the word; it had been more than two years since they had last spoken in voice. "Old friend… how are you? Everything alright?"

"Jayce…" He heard the loud bang of something crashing. "I need help."

A/N:

Good news, I'm buying a pc tomorrow!