Get Serious/Get Comical. [Short Vi/Jinx/Caitlyn/OC Fiction]
Deep in the Piltover Precinct, as it had been for the past few weeks, Vi's office was a mess. Not a mess of an adventurous and extrovert enforcer, mind you, but one of a diligent hard worker and extremely stressed detective. With this new woman around? There was not a second to waste.
Again, Vi stood there, staring at the wall of clues and connections she had made. A thumbtack stuck from the corner of her lips. In her ungloved hands she held a fair stack of papers, all of them relating back to this mysterious Jinx that had been running amok as of late. The Enforcer flinched as someone knocked on the door, stabbing her lip ever-so-slightly with the tack. "Yeah yeah, come in," She muttered, dabbing her lip with a small tissue.
Caitlyn held the door open as Mach came in, spear slung over his back while stumbling with the massive pile of papers. "We got everything we could find, Miss Vi. Are you sure you don't want to take a break? You seem rather tense." As the hextech-augmented man placed the papers down Vi was already going through them, dabbing the blood from her lip. Mach's words fell on deaf ears as Vi went right back to the wall, sticking notes and clues.
This time Caitlyn spoke. "Vi, luve. You sure you're going to be ok?" She asked, raising an eyebrow as Caitlyn's top hat was removed from her head, her elegant fingers brushing through her deep brunette hair. At that, Vi finally shook off her stupor. Placing the tack down, she rubbed the bridge of her nose, breathing deep to regain some manner of energy.
"Right, right. Sorry. Thanks for the help Sparky, Cupcake. Still kinda busy though," Vi muttered, taking a moment to sit down at her desk and lay her head back. Caitlyn turned, frowning at Mach as he nodded back to her.
"Miss Vi, in all honesty, you need to take a break. All this work and hunting and...it's just tearing you apart. You've spent three nights this week at your office. Not counting the time you've spent in the last few weeks." Mach looked upset and well, he should be. After all, he was still somewhat of a pariah in Piltover ever since the disastrous hexcore event. Home was often the only place he'd get to see Vi.
"Luve, I know something about putting yourself into your work, but this needs to stop. Chasing after C only brought-" Caitlyn paused a bit, peering at Vi. Vi's head was back, staring at the ceiling, bangs covering her eyes. Doing a small bit of detective work of her own, Caitlyn walked over to Vi and lifted her bangs. "...She's out cold. The limey dope." Rolling her eyes, Caitlyn placed her hat over Vi's face so that she may sleep without the light in her eyes.
With that the two left Vi's office, placing a small "Do not disturb" sign on the door. "Is this serious?" Mach asked, tilting his head at Caitlyn.
Caitlyn nodded. "I've never seen Vi so determined. Ever."
"Fiveeeeeeeeee."
"Fooooooooooooooour."
"THREETWOONEKABLASTOOOOOOOOOKASHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Miles from the precinct, Jinx had an awesome idea once more. This time it was to blow a hole in the Piltover bank and set fire to some of the money and stocks. Not actually steal any of it, just set it on fire. Money always burned funny and stocks...how did stocks burn? Who cares it looked pretty!
Twenty minutes in the future, Caitlyn would arrive on the scene. Again, far too late to stop Jinx. An hour later Vi would awaken, hear about this and become further enraptured within her case, much to the worry of those that cared for her.
"Boop a doop a loop a WOOSH." Jinx chuckled, lazily tossing one of her special explosives against the safe wall. Metal, money and various items in the safety deposit boxes burst into flames, raining debris everywhere. To this, Jinx just laughed and laughed.
There were two ways to get the Institute of War to notice you. One, be recommended by a city state. That way sucked soooooo hard. The other way? Well, cause as much terror and mayhem as you could until they were forced to take action!
And Jinx? Jinx liked that. So. Much.
