Just like her
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Summary: Caitlyn calls in a favour and Vi realizes that she might have more things in common with a cat than she originally thought.
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Vi entered the massive building where the Wardens of Piltover were housed, whistling to a tune she had probably heard on the radio. She could barely remember what song it was but it had a nice catch to it. In contrast with many of her co-workers, Vi looked irritatingly jovious. She couldn't help it though. Today had been a good day. She had prevented two muggings - muggers clearly had the audacity to steal from old women now, it seriously annoyed her - and helped a boy retrieve his cat that had been stuck on a tree and was unable to get down. In comparison to other days, her shift had been pretty uneventful yet Vi felt satisfied with herself. After all, she loved her job.
She guided the two ambitious thieves inside the Hall of Law handcuffed. One of them had a bruise just above his left eyebrow. The other one had some trouble walking. It was a shame Vi wasn't allowed to rough them up a little bit more. Threatening olden women was unacceptable in her moral code. But Caitlyn wouldn't be pleased if she had to cover another report about excessive use of police force.
"What's up, Harknor?" Vi greeted the desk-warden. "Brought you some company," she added, pushing the two muggers towards him.
"Well, hello there, Vi," the man named Harknor greeted her back. "What you've got for me today?"
"Two muggers. Those two pieces of shit really thought they could just steal from old ladies during my patrol." Vi motioned at them with her head.
Harknor hummed. "I see. Leave them up to me, I can handle this."
"Course you can." Vi winked at him. Harknor was one of the few officers that she liked and who could tolerate her antics from time to time.
Vi bid him farewell and went to the equipment room where she usually stored her beloved gauntlets. She loved them to no end but they did have their toll on her body. Her shoulders felt stiff after a long shift. After she had secured them, she headed upstairs, towards the office she shared with sheriff Caitlyn. This was the part of her job she dreaded the most; paperwork. She couldn't never concentrate long enough to complete this task. She always got distracted - either by the sheriff herself or by another object inside the office. She struggled with it since there were times she wasn't entirely sure what to write down or there were just too many details to include. It annoyed her to no end.
Approaching the office, she received several glanced from her fellow colleagues. Even after all those years at the Wardens, Vi wasn't that accepted among her. She was still an outcast, just the 'sheriff's pet'. If she wanted to be honest, Vi didn't particularly cared for those upper city snobbish pigs. Not bothering to knock on the door, Vi barged in the office.
The two women's different personalities were depicted right on their desks; while Caitlyn's was neatly tidied, Vi's was messy, unfinished papers and half-finished pens scattered. Despite Caitlyn's constant efforts to pursue Vi to tidy up a bit, the enforcer retorted that she knew exactly where everything was and that she didn't need to clean up, thus she had given up on trying a long time ago.
"Hey cupcake," Vi greeted her with a grin. The unapproved nickname didn't go unnoticed but this was yet another of Vi's victories. Caitlyn had repeatedly asked her not to call her that. Vi had restricted herself on calling her 'cupcake' only when it was just the two of them, so there wasn't much room for complaining any longer.
