Note: This story has been revised. I didn't like where the first one was going so let's try this again. The major changes are that Female Shepard's name is Rage. Garrus works for C-Sec. They still hate each other, but it's more of a love-hate, rather than a hate-hate. I hate Alenko but he's been added. The chapter is a little bit longer than I had anticipated. Updates weekly to bi-weekly. When I stop with one story-means I'm working on another one.

Surrounded by rubble tainted with flames and mixtures of smoke, Garrus made his way to another computer terminal. His talons bit over the keys like Mozart playing the piano. Expertly, he extracted the last of the data before removing the data-orb from the screen and placing it in his pocket.

He silently praised himself as his avian vision pressed for an exit. Smoke canceled his vision for milliseconds before his visor recovered it. A sleepy exit lay just behind a vicious barrier of metal beams and burning debris. Garrus raced to the exit, lifting each beam prudently but in a feverish manner. After ridding the space of the obstacles, his body flew through the area like a maddened tank, extra rubble raining down on his bulky form.

Alarms blared so loudly in his head that he was deaf to them. He chased the burning path, following the schematics provided by his visor. As he turned a corner he found himself in an open space. A war ridden room pulled at his eyesight, but he remained vigilant of the task at hand: getting back to the data back to C-Sec for analysis. He and his team had been following up on leads, and this one led him here in the factory district.

Garrus had been relentlessly tracking a small gang known as the Sin Twins; he believed that they were responsible for bringing in a potent new drug called Happy Suicide—HP for short.

The exit to the building was near. He just had to go down a few levels and… BAM! A sharp kick neared his face but his reflexes protested the blow. The leg quickly rebound only to have the second one slicing for the back of his head. Garrus dipped, nearly taking the second blow. He felt the wind of the limb whooshing over his head.

More deadly limbs fired at him, causing Garrus to maneuver in the wrong direction. A fist neared his face, then another, followed by more kicking legs. Garrus finally caught one of the legs only to be clocked in the side of the face by the other. He staggered against the blow as another feigned for the chest, only to break into a spinning jump-kick. He caught it.

A fit, being of shorter stature and a curvy form dressed in dark armor mocked his eyesight. "I believe you have something of mine." She mocked.

"Rage?" Garrus growled with suspicion just before she fired another foot at his hands, forcing him to break his hold of her.

Going on the offensive, Garrus advanced with his own, equally impressive fighting style. Taking the woman off-guard, she was now pressed back against her will. They tangoed for several long minutes as the structure around them moaned with the threat of giving. Debris rained down around them while smoke danced upward in a silent revelation of the inevitable.

Two physically fit bodies encompassed by form fitting armor crashed to the floor amongst the rubble like a dying spacecraft. With Garrus on top he quickly used his reach to his advantage. Grabbing for the back of her helmet, he attempted to remove the barrier so he could look his foe in the eyes.

She protested with her flexibility, wrapping both legs around his arm and kicking him in the face with the heels of her boots. Garrus' head bounced back but he quickly
recovered, only to be momentarily pinned by his attacker. He jolted for another offensive move but was stilled by the familiar taste of cold steel, sharp against his unprotected neck.

With his head still up, the female removed the helmet. "Rage!" Garrus rasped, suspicion confirmed despite the hologramed mask and the voice distorter she dawned.

Red dreadlocks lacing a rugged-narrow shaped face with glowing eyes met his. "Officer Vakarian. You always poke your nose where it doesn't belong."

"Looks like your guys are getting sloppy." Garrus spat. He knew that she was one of the Sin Twins who somehow had gotten wind of the bust, arriving just in time to destroy any damning evidence that could jeopardize their operation.

He could feel the smirk behind her mask. "A minor formality that won't happen again." The emphasis on "won't" insured that whoever tipped off C-Sec was going to pay with their blood.

Suddenly, with expert skill, Shepard had removed the glove hugging her free hand. Tracing down his armor she sang, "Now where's that data?"

Garrus growled as he felt her many digits tracing down his chest armor. "Rage, I'm giving you one chance to get the fuck off of me, that's more than I give most."

Gripping the blade tighter in her smaller palm she pushed her silver friend further down against his neck. Garrus' fringe rested back down on the rubble with Shepard adjusting herself so that her face was closer to his. "You're bold Vakarian, making threats with a dagger against your neck. That's what turns me on about you… that and well… your voice." Her voice had darkened as her hand continued to voyage down his armor. What he didn't see was that Rage had a sensor on her omni tool that tracked the location of the data.

She suddenly gasped. "Looks like you won't be needing this anymore." She relieved him of the precious data; the blade still licking his neck, drawing blue turian blood from his neck.

After snaking the data into a pocket of her own, her hands continued to roam his body.

"Okay Rage, you got what you wanted."

Attacking the clasps on his lower armor, she replied, "Yeah, but what if I wanted something… more?" Rage slid her hand into his pants. Her fingers grazed his groin-plates causing his breath to hitch. Electricity ravaged his head and feet, running up his legs and down his carapace in unison.

He went to grab her busy hand, but Rage reminded him that there was a blade to his neck. "Uh-uh, easy Vakarian—wouldn't want you to have an accident now would we?"

Rage rubbed the softer plates with an aggressive determination. Feeling them began to shift she dipped her head down low to his ear canal. "How bout I fuck you right here, right now with your boys only a few meters away?"

Garrus' team was still scouring the build, looking for survivors. Garrus' plates separated at a quicker pace. "The… hell you… will." He fought to swallow a moan that was building up inside him.

Once she got a hold of his member, her hand went to work. "Mmm, your cock says otherwise." Gliding up and down his shaft; the dagger remained glued to his neck. Her hips straddled against his lower waist.

Commotion of falling debris broke the moment of growing bliss only for the briefest of an instant. Garrus forced himself to stay under control but his primitive mind was quickly invading in form of rationale.

"Uh, Garrus, you like that?" She whispered as her armed quickened in pace.

Garrus' talons found their way upon her hips. His eyes still meeting hers with predatory lust lurking in the depths. Her lust was at the front—foremost of her eyes, hovering over him as if he were her prize. He slowly tugged at her lower armor only to feel his body instinctively thrust into her palm.

"You do like that." She whispered his dirty little secret with giddy.

Knowing that someone could walk in at any moment and see them was the real driving force behind her desire and probably his as well.

"Uh… spirits…" was his only response. She cackled as Garrus slipped into her spell.

Her hand moved faster. "Uh… I love a man in uniform." She then traced his mandible with her tongue.

"I… I… I can't," Garrus began when a part of the ceiling split, collapsing nearby. Rage glanced in the direction of the falling debris, when she suddenly felt the quickness of a hand grasping her own. She was flat on her back with no in between. Garrus now had the upper hand with the dagger against her neck. Her eyes beamed with green envy and amazement. Garrus snarled at her vulnerable form with his erect member stabbing at her covered navel.

"I can't do this." He finally stated without meaning to sound defeated.

Breathing heavily, Rage smiled behind her mask. "Of course you can. You know you want to." Her hands began to undo her chest armor.

The turian's eyes landed on the fingers threatening to expose Rage's soft, warm skin.

In his mind, he worked his free hand underneath him, relinquishing her of her pants. "Bastard." She would say in a tone of defeat as he jerked the armor off of her. Once he could feel her underwear his talons would hover over the flimsy barrier.

Then, pressing the blade closer to her skin, he would near her face as she had done to him, saying, "Here's how this works, I'm going to fuck you, then I'm going to come all over your body, and then I'm going to haul your ass in."

Instead, a voice from the other end of the room called out, "Vakarian is that you?"

Before Garrus could respond, he felt her fingers around his wrist and a sharp elbow to the face. He was on his back and the human up on her feet, pistol drawn, shooting at the other officer.

The second officer was forced to take cover. Hadn't Garrus let Rage take advantage of him, he could've taking her down. Instead he retreated to fix himself. His erect member protested with pain against his armor as he sealed it up. He groaned with agony, slowly rising to see the human making her get away.

She spoke over her omni tool, firing at the second officer a few more time, more aggressively than what was necessary. She assaulted a computer hub at the edge of the door frame, causing a mini explosion. Then she ran, dipping into the emergency exit.

"Shit, she's getting away." The second officer barked.

Garrus could barely run but he did his best. "I'm on her." Garrus spoke through gritted teeth.

Another explosion rocked the building.

Garrus was down the smoke filled hallway, heavy raindrops of electricity splashed down various sides of the corridor. The lights flickered dimly. A busted water pipe spewed H2O all over the floor.

Garrus advanced with caution; his gun drawn out in front of him as he slowly turned the hallway. Whipping around the corner, his visor-eye caught no sign of life. "Shit." He spat, fearing the worst.

Metal beams creaked below him, the vibrations traveling the length of the building.

"Vakarian, come in." a voice suddenly erupted from his com. It was enough to startle the young turian.

"What," agitation clearly etching his words.

"This is the captain speaking; you and your men get your asses out of there now. The building is about to collapse."

"But Sir, I…"

"That's an order, Vakarian."

Reluctant, Garrus finally replied. "Yes Sir."

"All units, disperse, the building is about to collapse. I repeat, all units disperse." Garrus than sang over the open com. He continued down the hallway, a swinging door catching his eye.

He waltzed up to the door, cautiously looking before entering. Garrus felt an uneasy presence as he walked deeper into the room. There was a fire cutting off one section, wires hanging from the ceiling, very low lighting, and sparks dancing out from one of the corners.

The visor scanned the room, indicating no signs of life. Garrus shoulders dropped.

BAP! Using some downed cables like Tarzan, Rage flew at Garrus, feet-first, clocking him in the side of the head. His visor flew off and his gun abandoned his grip, bouncing off a table and hitting the floor.

Garrus rolled over, dizzy. A body landed on him moments later. "Vakarian, we just keep bumping into one another. This must be a sign."

"That your days are numbered." He choked out.

"On the contrary, I think it means this…." She licked his face once again, straddling his lower half with her hips.

Since the atmosphere was so dark, she deactivated her mask to riddle his face with kisses, moving down to his neck. He growled in protest, but the fact was that she had broken his will power more than once.

He went to wrangle her arms but she was already removing the top half of her armor, grabbing his wrist mid-way. She then slapped them against the ground, licking and sucking on his mandibles.

Garrus growled, slipping his arms from her grasp and rolling her over onto her back. She allowed him to do so. Then she undid her pants, reaching for his.

Breathing heavy, Garrus stayed frozen for a second, playing out the scenario in his head, and the possible consequences.

"Fuck it." He finally stated, relieving his throbbing manhood from its prison.

He didn't waste any more time, taking her right there on the smoke stained floor. Garrus knew she was going to get away after this, if the building didn't collapse and kill them beforehand.

Rage hissed in his ear as he pounded into her. "Oh, yes, Officer Vakarian. Fuck me… harder… harder… harder…." Her words were then chased by a soft yet sincere giggle.

Garrus complied, drunkenly, increasing his pace as her smaller hands traced the length of his chest and behind his fringe. Another small explosion burst out from another room, rocking their side of the building. His head turned in the direction of the explosion only to be guided back to the human by her touch.

Her legs wrapped around his narrow waist—a perfect fit. She met his rhythm with her hips bucking; an arm laced across the small of her back, scooping her up. She gripped the back of his neck and cowl, ridding him feverishly.

"Uh…" Garrus roared, pulling the human's head back. He could barely make out the silhouette of her narrow face. His tongue studied the features of her cheek bone, down to the curvature of her neck.

"Mmmm, Garrus."

Just then, his com went off. "Officer Vakarian, where the hell are you? Everyone else is out."

Garrus went to respond, grabbing the com with the hand that pulled at the human's hair when she stopped him by dipping her tongue into his mouth the moment it opened.

"Officer Vakarian, respond." His chief demanded. "Vakarian, come in."

Garrus felt the human's inner walls beginning to tense up, holding his cock in a slowly constricting vice grip. Sweat ran off his brow and his chest, mixing with the human's sweat down at her navel. Her grasp around his cowl tightened, her moans amplifying within his mouth.

His tongue broke from hers to swim the length of her neck again, tasting her perspiration. The wet smacking noises her sex made drowned all other sounds in his ears.

Rage's body bounced on his, faster and faster, sweat running off her back; her moans now turning into screams as she reached her climax. With a few more thrusts, the human was made undone by the turian, writhing in pleasure before him. He pulled out just as he felt his end, pouring his hot seed onto the ground.

On labored breath, it took him a moment to respond. "Spirits."

Rage grabbed just underneath his jaw, turning his head toward her. Her tongue swept over his mouth-plates. Then she got dressed, moving toward her final exit.

"See ya around, Officer." She jived.

Garrus got dressed as well, remaining silent. He watched as her dark body, dipped into a lower hatch that could've led anywhere for all he knew. It sealed behind her, leaving Garrus with little options.

"Vakarian if you can hear me, get the hell out of there." Nihlus Kryik, his best friend and fellow officer demanded through strained vocals.

Garrus activated his omni tool, running a tracer on his visor and gun. Once retrieved, he slapped on his visor and looked for an exit. A large explosion threw him forward, flames engulfing the way he had come.

Across the room was large window, most likely bullet proof but it was severely cracked. Garrus whipped out his pistol, firing rounds into the glass as he ran forward. His visor had already captured the outline of a pool on the lower deck. He darted through the glass just as a monstrous cinematic explosion erupted from the other side of the building.

Flames ran the length of Garrus' wake as his body flew through the glass, falling several feet. He landed with a loud splash in the rectangular shaped pool. Shards of glass and other debris rained down into the pool as well. Another more violent explosion demolished the rest of the integrity of the building causing it to cave inward. Everyone who thought they were at a safe distance moved back even further as the shockwave split a large part of the street.

Many screams were muted by the last of the devastation. Flames roared above Garrus' head, while the momentum continued to push him through the water. Floaters built in to the arms of his armor inflated, driving Garrus upward. His head broke the surface of the water with a desperate gasp for air, interrupted by coughing.

Back at the station, Executor Pallin gave him an ass chewing that was one for the history books.

"Just because you're father is Othol Vakarian doesn't give you the right to disobey a direct order. This is C-Sec and here, we do things by the books."

Garrus stood in parade-rest, mandibles close to his face, looking straight ahead as the executor's words swam in one ear canal and out the other.

"Any questions?"

"No Sir." Garrus replied, his mind enveloped in the sweet wet bliss of Rage, the suspect that he let get away.

"Dismissed." Executor Pallin spat, shooing him away.

Garrus about-faced, turning on a heel, leaving his boss to fume in silence. He went straight to the mess hall for some coffee only to be met by his partner Kaiden Alenko. The human stood there with a warm mug of dextro friendly coffee.

"Thanks." Garrus said in a low but appreciative voice, his sub-harmonics finally free to sing his exasperation for the executor. "You know he's only hard on you because you're the son of a legend."

Garrus sipped his coffee. "A retired book-worm," he finally answered. "Pallin's just an ass, always has been." He retreated down the hallway leading to his office with Kaiden at his side.

"Well, he's a very worried ass. I get the sense that more than what you told him happened at the Tolos Factory?"

Garrus sipped more of his coffee before another officer slipped him a data pad. "Pallin wants a report, first thing tomorrow when you come in."

"What else is new?" he replied sarcastically. Stopping at the door of his office, Garrus faced the human biotic with sincerity. "Look Thane, things got heavy down there. I knew it was a setup but Pallin still wanted us to go commando-style and that's the price he paid."

"I wasn't referring to that. I was referring to…,"

"Explosion must have knocked out my transmission. Look, Alenko, go home get some shut-eye. We'll talk later, when I'm swimming in less bureaucratic bullshit." Garrus unlocked his door. "Goodnight," he ended, the door whooshing open, darkness greeting his vision.

"Goodnight Garrus." Kaiden spoke candidly.

The door whooshed shut, almost slamming in the human's face. Garrus went to his chair, plopping down and resting the coffee on the desk.

His mind wallowed in the heavy silence as images of Rage's strong, toned body, naked and desperately wanting him, surfed the hollow parts of his memories. He found his groin-plates shifting eagerly for more of what he thought would never be again.

BWOIP! His omni tool sang.

Garrus was on the verge of sleep or masturbation-which would drive him to sleep faster. His mandibles flexed with slight nuisance of the interruption. He clicked on his omni tool, glancing at the message. The heading was unknown but the message was clear: Better luck next time Officer Vakarian!