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The rest of the day passed by fairly quickly due to doing the mundane task of cleaning up the apartment/office along with doing some laundry. (Y/N) looked around her place, seeing it cleaned up fairly well before looking at the clock, it wasn't extremely late but it was close to midnight.
She grabbed her jacket and bag along with an entire bottle of whiskey before heading to the rooftop, sitting on the edge and looking out at the city, taking in the atmosphere while drinking her pain away once again.
8 months. That's how long it's been since she ghosted Caitlyn and moved to a different apartment so she couldn't find her. The person she cared most about, the only person who was close to her, had to stay away for her safety. It was too much of a risk to have Caitlyn get hurt because of her work.
Piltover has dangerous people but they're nothing compared to those in the Undercity. She nearly saw a man's family be executed because he didn't pay the amount due to the gang. Of course, she came in and stopped them before the gang could kill them but that probably painted a giant target on her back, eventually Caitlyn's back if they find her weak spot.
As she took another swig, nothing came out, confusing her as she sees the entire bottle empty. Groaning, she tossed the bottle behind her, shattering it as it made contact with the ground.
Something glowed bright orange in the distance as she realised that one of the tents caught on fire, followed by a multitude of explosions. Her eyes widened as thoughts began to flood through her mind, was Caitlyn there? Is she safe? Is she hurt?
Her emotions got the better of her as she stood back up and leapt over to the building across her, continuously jumping from one building to another in order to reach the fire. (Y/N) jumped off the building, landing back on the ground like the fall was nothing before rushing towards the fire to hopefully get some reassurance.
She looked around and saw someone crawling away from the fire, quickly getting over as Caitlyn rolled over, barely holding onto her consciousness. "(Y/N)...?"
"Hang on, Cait."
(Y/N) quickly lifted her up with zero effort and carried her to a hospital, bursting through the front doors, "An Enforcer is injured! She needs medical help!"
A multitude of doctors and nurses rushed over as she placed Caitlyn on a stretcher to have her be taken care of by them. They asked her if she was hurt as well, got her statements on what occurred, her name and address.
Of course, she didn't give them her actual name and address. Stating that her name was Jessica Jones, an alias name she used whenever she did work in the Undercity, before leaving the hospital. 
She just stood outside, trying to compose herself, quickly grabbing a pack of cigarettes from her messenger bag and deciding to take a smoke to help herself calm down despite the fact that she promised Caitlyn that she'd stop smoking. A little over a year clean and back to zero again.
Hexgate attack and fire to bait Enforcers to their deaths on the same day, there has to be a connection. (Y/N) walked back home, buying a few bottles of cheap alcohol at the convenience store on her way back.
Once she got back, she immediately poured herself a glass of whiskey and downed it before starting to go through her old cases, taping different pieces of paper onto her wall and using a string to visualise how they connect to each other.
At least this helped get her mind away from worrying about Caitlyn for the time being. Over the course of the night and into the late afternoon, two of the four bottles she bought were emptied out and at least half the pack of cigarettes were smoked.