The Police Station

Jon approahes the station, his ever-present Options still floating behind him, and enters. He decides to sit down and wait for Caitlyn to be available. His face shows a clear sign of fatigue and stress, and it is evident that he really needs to communicate with the Sheriff. He is also carrying along a small folder of papers, which have the symbol of the Piltovian Hospital, but reveal nothing more.

Jon waved back.

“I’ve come here to bring to your attention an issue the Hospital has had to deal with. There has been a string of robberies that have plagued the Hospital. The robbers have focused on our medications used in our pre-treatments, and we are now nearing a shortage on said supplies. One of the papers I have here lists the medications that have been stolen.”

“Normally, I would tackle this issue myself, but due to the rising outbreak of the “SOLA” virus, I cannot redirect my attention from the research that is being conducted in the development for a cure. I hereby present all the other relevant documents and evidence the Hospital has acquired to you in this folder.” With that, he held up the folder to Caitlyn.

Caitlyn took the folder from Jon while saying to Fiora in an all too calm voice, "Then you are under arrest, Miss Laurent, for the theft and holding of confidential papers." The sheriff started to flip through the papers she was given while she continued, "...Is what I would say if I jumped to conclusions in such a ridiculous manner. There are only two sets of fingerprints on those papers, Miss Laurent, mine and what appears to be yours. I could be wrong, it has been a few days since I last reviewed your fingerprints, but they are similar enough. That means whoever had gotten their hands on this has left not a trace. I would need to go to Demacia to investigate myself."

Caitlyn looked up at Jon and held a finger up to him, "That means for you, sir, I will dispatch Vi and a team of officers to help. Your situation looks like it needs a bit more force and some proper guarding as well as police work." She walked over to her desk, grabbed a quill pen that neatly rested in its placeholder and started writing on a piece of paper some instructions. "Give this to Vi, she won't refuse this order, and I will dispatch several officers along with her. They will stay at the hospital and guard your supplies for a week. If Vi is unable to complete this case, then I will come onto the scene, but I have the utmost trust in my partner. Go find Vi in her office, she's not on patrol or on break, give her the paper, and tell her it's urgent. I need to speak to Miss Laurent about something very quickly."

Caitlyn put the papers on top of her desk and handed to Jon the paper she had written. It read: Vi, in my office, NOW. Urgent.

The sheriff looked over at Fiora and pointed at the papers, "Now then, something else that strikes me as odd. You typically wear gloves, yes? Did you pick up the papers with your gloves on, or did you do it the moment you woke up carelessly?"

Fiora crossed her arms, seemingly to be slightly offended, but now was not the time for Caitlyn's dry humor or for arguments. If this was something that needed investigation then thats what it took.

"It was my servants who informed me of zis...when i took a look at zem, I had worn my gloves in order to read zem, yes." She stated hoping that would satisfy the Sheriff.

((and I'm back, luvs! Sorry about the wait!))

Caitlyn pointed at Fiora, then at the papers while speaking. "So if you were wearing gloves the entire time, how is it possible your fingerprints are on the papers? One moment."

The Sheriff walked over to her cabinet and started to rummage through files. She groaned as she bent over and started to look through a lower shelf, "Someone most definitely went into my files. Made a mess of my system..."

When Vi came in, she would be greeted by Caitlyn's rump. "Vi. Take the man into questioning, then report to your office, a certain medical officer, Jon I believe, is waiting for you. I recommended you and some enforcers for the job at hand and... There we go! Found them!"

Caitlyn propped back up and walked over to her desk, placing Fiora's file. She flipped it open and took out a sheet showing her fingerprints, and compared them side by side with the ones she had lifted off the paper. At first glance, they were nearly identical. "As you see, your fingerprints, not someone else's. Now luv, how is it possible your servant has the exact, if not almost the exact, same fingerprints as you do?"

((I know you're busy RPing the Med Corps, Jon, but it would be great if I knew where I was going to be dragged by your little bio weapon that you're investigating.))