Just a Little Bit Illegal
"Again? Seriously?" Carus Vakarian growled through gritted teeth as he pushed a familiar female turian up against the wall of the club, pinning her hands behind her back.
"I didn't start it, I swear."
Carus exhaled slowly, pushing back down the irritation this woman brought out in him as his fellow off duty officers began taking the other participants of the brawl out of the bar. "Aemilia Nazarius, you will be taken into custody-"
"-I know the drill Vakarian." Amelia drawled as best she could with half her face pressed against the wall.
"You will be taken into custody." He repeated. "Any admissions you make can, and will be used against you in formal proceedings."
"I can think of one particular thing I'd like you to use against me" She replied, pushing back and leaning back up against him.
He gave her a quick shove back into the wall before securing the cuffs around her wrists.
"Careful, any rougher and I might enjoy it." The obnoxious amusement in her voice was more than apparent now. "Remember that when we play bad cop, bad cop later."
It was going to be a long night.
"How long are you going to keep her there Vakarian?" Carus glared at his co-worker as they stared at the woman sitting in one of their interrogation rooms. "Varius isn't going to press charges, by the way." The other officer added.
"They never press charges." Carus said before moving towards the door, he'd been waiting for the assessment of the charges before having to deal with her again.
"Can we get to it already?" Aemilia requested as he entered the room, pressing the gauze in her hand back onto the crack in her cheek plate. The blue blood speckled across her face a stark contrast to her white markings and pale plates. "I'm really tired."
"Yes, I imagine beating the hell out of other bar patrons every time you're on the Citadel is exhausting." Carus replied, taking a seat across from her.
"If someone insults one of my sisters or assaults them?" Aemilia snapped. "Damn right I'm going to knock them down."
"You call for bar security or C-Sec." Carus said in an attempt to correct her. "You do not start a skirmish."
"That takes too long."
"That is not succumbing to vigilantism."
"I think you like it when I'm bad."
"I'm beginning to think you're doing this on purpose." Carus interjected. "Following me on my nights off."
"I just go where my squad wants to." She refuted. "You live here, if anything you're following me."
"You'd like that wouldn't you?"
Amelia just grinned at him once more. "Is the krogan pressing charges?"
And then came the portion of the night where he wanted to hit his head against a very hard wall. "No one is pressing any charges." He explained. "You have some good friends in high places, I assume."
"Krogan never do." She smirked at him, "and I'm very good at my job."
Carus raised himself from his chair and motioned for her to head towards the door. "There're a few things you need to sign at the front desk and you're free to go."
He made sure to keep her in front of him on their way to the front of their office, finally taking her through the last of the protocols he was required to follow.
"I have two more days of shore leave." Aemilia told him as she handed him back the last datapad.
"I'm ecstatic for you." Carus drawled, ignoring the looks the boys down the other side of the front desk were throwing him.
"You should keep me out of trouble." She said. "Tomorrow night, that turian place right across from the bar."
Carus narrowed his eyes at her. "I have no desire to go out with you."
"You do." She countered. "Eight, standard."
"I won't be there."
"Yes you will." She called back to him as she made her way out the open entrance of the station, giving him a wave before she disappeared.
"She-" one of the officers behind the desk said as he slid his chair up towards Carus, "is crazy."
"Crazy hot." The other commented. "There are not enough females on this station"
"There are plenty." Carus told them. "They just treat you like vorcha."
"Just punch me in the face next time Vakarian." The one with the red face markings replied. "It'll hurt less."
Carus just raised his brow plates at them. "Don't you have work to do?"
"Yeah, yeah." The other said. "Tell Palin the krogan's in lockup and the other turians have been processed then get the fuck out of here. You're off duty."
"Fine." Carus said, picking up the rest of the documentation he had to file away.
"Don't forget about your date, Vakarian!"
He was going to make both of their lives hell for the next month.
However, when he turned up the next night to the small food outlet near the club (against his better judgement), he couldn't help but notice how beautiful she looked without the bloody remains of a bar fight on her face.
Original Prompt (which I absolutely stole a line from for the summary because it's fantastic):
"I'm in the mood for something fluffy/smutty and, wondering where Garrus's particularly rebellious streak came from, got the following idea:
Vakarian Sr never breaks the rules. Ever. Which is why a certain turian woman pisses him off for constantly taking the law into her own hands.
It pisses him off even more that whenever he arrests her, she somehow manages to get herself released from custody without so much as a court date.
The fact she is an unrepentant flirt just makes it so much worse."
I started writing this in September and then just writers block for months, but I've written the first and last half of this so I will damn well finish it.