Hello, this is my first attempt at this, so please be gentle lol. I have been shipping Kat/Garen for a really long time and I haven't seen anything new in a while and so I thought, why not try to write something myself. This isn't exactly mapped out yet so hang with me. I hope you enjoy. Rated M because it may have future lemons.

Katarina Du Couteau was bored. Maybe that's how she woke to find herself in bed with a random Noxian soldier, whose name she didn't remember nor care to find out. He was decent enough looking, and had let her do the work, which was how she preferred most of these rare drunken encounters. His snoring, however, was beginning to grate on her nerves.

She quickly and silently slipped into her usual black attire, and leapt out of window of the inn, and made her way through the alleyways and back towards the Du Couteau Manor. It was very late, or very early depending upon how one looked at it. Being an assassin, she thought, made for an easy and convenient walk of shame, she could slip in the shadows and her feet moved her soundlessly.

Unfortunately, lately, she hadn't been able to use these skills to kill Demacian soldiers or even in missions to take out others for Noxus. Maybe that's why she had went home with the man, because she wanted to make up for the lack of military action elsewhere. She was nearing the gates, and easily climbed over bricked wall and landed in a crouch. Yes, she was definitely bored. Fucking foot soldiers and scaling her own walls for fun. She chuckled a bit to herself at the thought.

The Du Couteau Manor was expansive and grey, the house sigil hung on the massive front door, which had large knockers. The sight of the manor made her swell with pride, it had been her family's for generations, and they needed no guards to protect it, no one would be stupid enough to try to sneak in. Except me. She made her way around to the west side of building and began her ascent. Once she climbed to the balcony she silently hoisted herself over the rail. The French doors were unlocked, naturally, and made no noise when she stealthily opened them.

She crept across the wood floors of the massive bedroom and saw her target, laying asleep. She readied her knife and made her way to the bed. Suddenly and without a sound, she sprang to action landing on her target with her knife near his throat ready to cut through the jugular. But he was just as quick, awakening with a start, grabbing her wrist with one hand while placing a dagger on her thigh, close to where are artery would be. Dammit he's quick. She thought.

"The fuck Kat?" Talon said as he flung her away by her wrist and slid the dagger he'd had on her back under the pillow. She laughed at her adoptive brother's sour mood.

"I could have killed you, Kat it's really not funny." He looked over to where she sat on the other side of his bed.

"Doubtful, but I admit you had me there. How'd you even react so fast?" She inquired.

"You're not that quiet when your wasted," he accused with a glare towards her.

"Oh come on, I am not wasted," she said has he lifted an eyebrow at her, "Ok, I'm a little drunk. But I still could have killed you as well, so, I must be a pretty damn good assassin."

"Yeah, and you're a pretty damned annoying sister," he said but chuckled a little and pushed her softly. "Why did you decide to sneak through my window to play pretend at killing me?"

She sighed loudly, "I'm bored, it's been weeks Talon. Weeks and we've had no missions, no battles. And I can't just keep fucking around here. It's driving me mad."

He rubbed his eyes yawning, "Yeah it kind of blows, but I'm not your entertainment. You need to let me sleep, so go to your own quarters and get some rest."

She rolled her eyes and walked across the room to the door, she turned around to say something snarky, but Talon beat her to the punch.

"Kat don't whine," he said "and don't slam the door on your way out, you may be pissed at me but you shouldn't wake up Cass. You know she's been having a hard time these past months."

Katarina's looked away feeling a bit ashamed, and closed the door gently. She made her way to her living quarters and began taking off her clothes and stringing them along the ground on the path to her bed. Her night gown lay folded on her made bed—bless the servant's soul— and she slipped it on and slid into bed. Please, let something happen soon. I can't take much more. She thought as she closed her eyes.

Little did she know, she might soon get more than she bargained for.