A/N - Misfire fill. The original comment read: "Credit where it's due - I've never liked phone sex stories until this one. :D"
It had taken Shepard weeks to smuggle in the parts to hook up an unauthorized comm link. It took another week to hack into a non-Alliance communications system that reached Palaven, and another two days before she and Garrus managed to be online at the same time.
He had just finished telling her what he was going to do when Alliance brass finally got their heads out of their collective asses and released her, and she was just starting to tell him exactly what was keeping her warm in her cold, turian-less bed, when she was interrupted by an embarrassed cough behind her. She whipped around, shutting down the link and glaring at an uncomfortable James Vega.
"Something I can help you with, soldier?"
"You aren't allowed to have that, commander."
Shepard had a stare that could make a krogan back down. She was using it on Vega now. "I'm allowed limited personal communication."
"On Earth. Ma'am."
"Tell you what, Vega. You let me have this one conversation, and I won't tell anyone about the more interesting extranet searches under your name that I found when I was patching my signal in."
She watched as Vega did a quick internal review of his searches and grimaced.
"I'll be back in an hour, commander."
Shepard grinned and pulled up the link again, hoping Garrus hadn't signed off when she cut off so abruptly. He responded immediately to her ping.
/Trouble?
"This just turned into a one-time only, limited duration offer."
/How limited?
"An hour."
/Wouldn't be the first time we've had a deadline.
"Wasting time, Vakarian."
/It's your move.
Shepard smiled, and proceeded to put the next hour to very good use.
