Note: I know I'm going through these chapters pretty fast, I'm also trying new things as a go along-just incase you were wondering why the sentence structure seems to change slightly. Thank you for all of the reviews and as always, enjoy.

No sooner than when Garrus had arrived at his post was he bombarded by insolence. Not only did he have a falling out with his boss barely an hour ago, but now two asari were screaming in front of him about who wacked who up-side the head with who's purse.

Garrus was still seething over the recent argument with Pallin. He had found out about Ryu being discharged for a so called 'lack of evidence'. Reading the full report; it was almost laughable, how many screw-ups there were on C-Sec's behalf. Still, the case belonged to Garrus. No matter who was now calling the shots, and no damn bureaucracy was going to stand in his way. He had a plan, but it was going to take some serious guts; something that he had never done before. But if he could pull this off, then maybe he would apply for spectre training after all.

The turian's mind marinated in the thought of spectre training just as the two asari began radiating with blue biotic power. And with the blink of an eye they were exchanging blows. Garrus' thoughts were bouncing from Pallin to spectre training. How could Pallin be so stupid? How could he let Ryu slip from his sticky, greedy little talons?

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Their exchange of words a few hours ago was anything but polite. Garrus barged into Pallin's office just as he was trash-talking his fung'gillies. Practically turning over the table, Garrus roared, "How could you, Executor!" Pallin looked as if he were completely blind-sided by the question that should've been obvious.

"How could you let him get off on some bull-shit excuse? You had him. He was right there—you fucking had him and you fucked up!"

Pallin had been standing by this point, brow-plates furrowing, mandibles twitching with rage and surprise. "Get a hold of yourself, Vakarian!"

No, Garrus was not going to 'get a hold of himself'. He went to snatch that idiot up by his fat neck and choke the life out of him when he felt many hands-not all turian—wrangling his cowl and arms.

"You let him get away!" Garrus remembered yelling.

Pallin yelling back, "Vakarian, just because someone is a criminal doesn't mean we can just lock them up indefinitely. There are rules and reg-" regulations was the word he was going to say when Garrus cut him off.

"Fuck rules and regulations. Ryu is responsible for the countless HS deaths on the Citadel, and now that you let him walk; he's free to continue killing!"

"First of all, the case has been past to Kolyat and his partner Bastiele."

"Oh how convenient."

Growing a set of balls only because Garrus was securely held, Pallin approached the trashing turian. "You forget your place, whelp."

"Like I haven't heard that one before."

"You stand your post tonight and then take the rest of the week off to decide if you still want to be a C-Sec agent. Dismissed!"

Garrus stiffened but not with obedience, with humor. The many hands and talons that held him back now relaxed as he did. Do I want to be a C-Sec agent?

If you have to ask that question, than you already know the answer.

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The asari were rolling all over the floor, pulling on each other's tentacles. They weren't even fighting over what they originally accused each other of. Garrus watched as others came over.

"Aren't you going to break them up," a human male whined? Garrus' eyes lingered on the petty fight, mandibles slowly flexing with slight intrigue but mostly contemplation. "Sir? Sir, you are C-Sec, aren't you?"

Why is it always humans who do the most whining? Garrus' hand drew up, plucking the C-Sec holo-badge off of his armored chest. He planted it in the unsuspecting hand of the human. "Here, you do it." Then, turning on a heel he walked away from his post, away from the market, and away from his job.

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Garrus used his omni tool to open the door of his apartment. It was nearing the end of the twelve hour cycle and Garrus just wanted to fall in bed. He had takeout in one hand as the door whooshed open. His ears were immediately assaulted by loud, sexual noises emanating from his bedroom.

She's being assaulted. I knew I should've had my security codes changed! Thinking the worst, Garrus plotted the food on the counter, drawing his pistol. He padded carefully to the closed door of his bedroom.

"Please! Please, don't…" the voice whined.

Garrus could feel his blood boiling. The thought of someone else violating his human… I mean her. Anger rushing through him, Garrus' hands were tremulous. He swiped his hand across the sensor, storming in with the barrel of his pistol pointing at the bed.

"Freeze you rapist-motherfucker!"

Rage nearly jumped out of her skin, he scared her so bad. A girlish yelp escaped her mouth, eyes widened with revelation as Garrus' avian eyes scanned the room. She was still cuffed to the bed, only the sexual noises continued.

"Garrus, what the hell?"

His eyes fell upon her again, seeing no sign of a struggle. "Are you alright?"

She didn't answer. The look in her eyes was of… constipation, maybe?

Reading his sideways glance, Rage elaborated, "I've been cuffed to a bed all fucking day, Garrus."

"I thought…" his sentence trailed off as his eyes focused on the vid-screen.

A male human dressed as a clown, taking a female human from behind while she was hog-tied and bent over a chair; Garrus glanced back at Rage.

"What in spirit's name are you watching?"

A devilish smile crept over her face. "Ass Whore Clown Sexers from the Sol System. It's one of my favorites."

Garrus could feel her sneering at him. He didn't remember having any kind of pornographic channels on his vid-screen, the last time he checked. An unhappy trill escaped his throat as he began to speak—eyes not leaving the screen. "Wet Human Direct, I don't remember having that network?"

"I ordered it."

"You what?" Garrus abandoned the area where he was previously rooted. Storming over to the human, he snatched the remote and began checking his archive.

A long list of pornographic sights popped up including: Dirty Human Whore Tower. Two Krogan One Asari. I Put It in Her Ass. She Put It in My Ass. Girls Who Rape Guys. Turian Sex Slaves of Shanxi. Asari-Human Tag Team Solarians. 1001 Uses for a Turian's…

Garrus cut off the screen, furrowing his brow-plates as he glared at the human bound to his bed. He then tossed the remote to the farthest reaches of the room before striding up to her.

Rage's chest rose and fell anxiously. "What? I was fucking bored, and there was nothing else on vid-screen. I know you weren't expecting me to watch fucking reality shows all day now were you?"

He growled before leaving the room.

"Hey, where'you going?"

He returned sooner than he wanted to with her food. Tossing the bag on one side of the bed, he popped open the takeout box, placing it on the nightstand. Rage glanced at its contents and then back at him. Garrus figured she had to have been starving, prying the fork out of its plastic tomb; he speared a nicely sized cut of 'cubed steak' as the humans called it.

Hovering the contents near her mouth, Rage spat, "I'm not eating that shit. I'm a vegetarian."

Garrus' mandibles dropped. "What?"

"I don't eat-"

"I fucking know what a vegetarian is!"

He studied her eyes for a hint of sarcasm. There was none. Her features were steeled in bitter anger, that she had a right to. Cuffing her to the bed was probably not the best way to go about keeping someone out of prison.

"You really don't eat meat?"

"Nope." Her bottom lip was slightly poked out in a cute, defiant way that made Garrus clear his throat.

"I have to go to the bathroom."

Garrus threw the fork in the takeout box. Before undoing the cuffs he warned, "Don't you dare try anything."

"Well that's no fun. I've learned so much on the vid-screen today."

"You're going to pay for all of those channels."

"Over my dead body. You're going to pay for cuffing me to your fucking bed." Her many digits ran over the wrist that was bound.

Oh no, was it too tight?

Rage's legs swam over to the edge of the bed, getting up; the cover fell off her body completely. Garrus' eyes swept over her practically nude body. He had had a very stressful day and her smell, her looks; she was not helping. If she were turian her ears would've been able to pick up on the sexual sub-harmonics ringing from within him.

She seemed to be glaring at him or looking at him condescendingly. Then she ambled to the bathroom. A few minutes later she returned, face slightly damp. "Did you find anything out about my brother?"

"I'm supposed to tell you, after you racked up my vid-screen bill?" Rage waltzed past him, grabbing up the takeout box; his eyes staying on her like a hawk on its prey. "I thought you said you were a vegetarian?"

"I am." She flicked off the meat that had been plaguing the fork, going straight for the mashed potatoes.

She wolfed them down, paying Garrus no mind. "I could order something else if you'd like."

Rage continued to eat. She didn't even sit down. "You're going to." She finally demanded, speaking with a mouth full of mashed potatoes.

"Why don't you sit down?"

"Why don't you, go take a fucking shower. You stink."

"You don't smell too hot yourself."

"That's because you tied me to the damn bed, you turian ass-licker."

Garrus growled loudly.

"I don't care about you growling at me. When you get out of that shower, you'd better have something on my brother or else."

"Or else what?"

She suddenly slammed the box back on the nightstand causing the chunks of steak to jump. Glaring at him through hooded eyes, she said nothing. Suddenly she walked past him, disappearing into the living room.

"Where are you going?"

She didn't respond. Shaking his head, he figured that she'd leave. As for now, a cold shower could do him a lot of good. Unlike humans, turians couldn't just swallow their stress. It had to be released, either on the sparing mat, in their mate, or in the shower.

The first two weren't even options. Garrus sighed, more like a growl; casting off his armor. He marched toward the shower, stopping midway to see Rage rummaging through his drawers in the kitchen.

"What are you looking for?"

"Something big to shove up your ass; preferably something spiky."

Garrus' mandibles flexed with agitation. He marched into the shower, leaving the human to possibly destroy his kitchen before she made her dramatic exit.