This story is a gift for my friend who likes Kai Leng in the books but was dissapointed of how BioWare spoiled him in Mass Effect 3. So I tried to keep his original character and add some spice between him and fem!Shepard (she's a bit crazy:) )
My big thanks to my beta on FFnet geekreader42, she really helped me a lot with the translation.
One way or another
When the image of the Illusive Man disappeared, Kai Leng silently swore and hit the accelerator. It was... painful. For the first time in ten years, his boss let him know directly that his best operative was outmatched. And not by just anyone but by Shepard herself. She was not only a traitor, but also a blot on Cerberus escutcheon. Billions of invested credits no longer worked for the benefit of human race.
Kai Leng could hardly call the task with the Council accomplished, but he vowed to do everything in his power to make that bitch's life a living hell.
The operative made a call on a confidential channel and heard the distorted voice of his agent in C-Sec.
"What happened? I can't speak for long, everyone is under suspicion now," a woman said angrily.
"Do you have any data about Shepard? Where she's going?"
"Wait a minute."
For a few moments the agent was silent, and Leng understood that she was looking for data on her terminal.
"A room in the Presidium Commons is reserved in her name until tomorrow morning. Now she's heading to Huerta Memorial Hospital. Alone. That's all I can tell."
"Thanks", he answered shortly and disconnected.
Getting to the Presidium Commons wasn't a problem. Such chaos and confusion reigned everywhere that Cerberus' operative could just walk slowly down the street and hardly anyone would notice. But, nevertheless, he decided not to risk it and undertook all precautionary measures to get there imperceptibly.
The room appeared quite usual: elegant, but practical furniture, a double bed, a bar counter that also served as a kitchen in the far corner, a bathroom, and a small piazza overlooking the area. Shepard's presence here was indicated only by a small bag at a door and N7 armor carelessly dumped on the floor. Leng involuntarily smiled. Shepard would be much more vulnerable without it. Suffering from an internal prick of curiosity, the operative unzipped the bag, opened it by one finger, as if it was disgusting, and glanced inside. There was only a precisely piled Alliance uniform and a case with toothpaste and a brush. Without showing any interest to other contents of Shepard's bag, Leng closed it and headed to the bar counter.
It was some kind of tradition for him - to have a bite in the apartments of his target. In such a way he started to feel more confident, and he liked the thought that the owner of the dwelling couldn't even imagine anything like this. Besides, today was a very hard day and the adrenaline rush made his hunger almost intolerable.
Rummaging through the shelves, the operative, to his great pleasure, found out that someone attended to acquiring provisions, and he doubted that it was Shepard. Probably, it was one of the privileges of being a Spectre? Anyway, a few minutes later he took a seat at a small table, looking greedily at a bowl with his favorite cereal generously flooded by milk.
If Shepard went to hospital, he had half an hour at least to eat peacefully before he provided her a worthy welcome in her own room.
Taking a deep breath he smelled the sweetish aroma of the dish. Leng took a spoon and...
"Don't even think about it, you bastard. This time I have a bigger gun", he heard the already familiar voice and click of a thermal clip behind his back.