~Garrus~

Garrus arrived at work in a good mood today, and not just because he had completed his first case while shadowing Detective Chellick but because of the intimate evening he had with Jane Shepard, his best friend and confidant.

He knows he should be embarrassed with how fast it ended on his part, but he had never felt someone hit so many sensitive spots on his body at once. Her fingers and mouth felt like they were everywhere and even inside his plate, and with her moans when he had pleasured her first, he was surprised he even lasted a fraction as long as he did.

Turians weren't an overly sensual species, what could qualify for foreplay was just enough to open plates and the act itself was treated as more of a physical need and necessity. With Jane, and probably humans, it became more of the whole experience and he definitely couldn't complain.

Even the smoothness of her skin was appealing because of the many reactions he could pull from her. Already having one night exploring her and he still felt like there were secrets her body still held.

That's not even mentioning the warm smoothness of her tight cunt around his finger, her fluids carrying her scent through the air to combine with his own, a smell he never would have thought he would've enjoyed, but damn did he want to smell it over and over. He wasn't sure if his desire was from the fact that the feeling of her and the thought of the two coming together hasn't yet been discovered or if it was because it was her, but he was definitely in all the way and waiting for more.

The only thing keeping him from approaching her about the fact was that when he woke this morning to prepare for work, she immediately curled into a whimpering ball. He didn't know if what they did last night caused her to start having nightmares again, but he couldn't help feeling partially guilty at maybe being a cause. He had caressed her hair and hummed into her scalp before leaving in silent apology, and was somewhat alleviated when she calmed and relaxed her body.

Now, though, Garrus finds himself shaking his head to clear his running thoughts as he takes a seat at his new desk in his new office. It isn't big and the second desk must be his office mate, but it's a nice change from the solitary locker he had when he was stationed in Enforcement.

At the swish of the automatic doors, he stands at attention and respect as Chellick walks in holding a set of datapads. "Garrus," he nods in acknowledgment, "I have an internal affair I need you to look into."

He hands a datapad over and Garrus scans it quickly, taking note of a human C-Sec agent under investigation. "You'll still be reporting anything you find to me beforehand," Chellick continues, "but this gives you an idea of how the systems work."

Busy work, in other words, Garrus thinks to himself. "Yes, sir," he answers with a head nod. Trying his best to listen to Jane's words of advice not to piss off Chellick in case he ever needed something in return.

Chellick nods in a dismissal, "I have an interview for you to follow up on once you send me your report."

Garrus sits down to get a better look at the report. A reprimand needs to be given to a human detective, named Harkin, for alleged use of alcohol while on a stake-out for a case. Though from the reports he deserves much more, Garrus is left to collect witness reports, previous reprimands, and fill out the proper forms to submit to the executor. Busy work like he had figured and a complete waste of the most of his day as he submits the collection of data to Chellick.

He later admits that it may have been worthwhile when Chellick hands over a datapad with a location and contact information. "Take this, review it and this witness statement," he hands over another datapad, "and follow up with our Mrs. Tasik. She claims that she remembers more concerning her case."

Garrus scans the case file quickly, remembering it vaguely from before their medical research case. Mrs. Tasik had believed someone had stolen some of her jewelry when she was visiting the Ward's political offices, but it was deemed less important than the stolen medical supply case so it had been placed off to the side for when it was completed or when more evidence showed up.

Garrus nods in understanding and decides that he'll take a late lunch in the ward before he contacts Mrs. Tasik for a meeting, sending a ping to Jane to see if she would like to join him. She messages back quickly in an affirmative.

He finds himself in a highly crowded restaurant that served some stringy food that looks like pale worms, noodles she called them, in a liquid broth. She had excitedly all but begged to try it and he agreed with the thought in mind that her so called pizzahadn't been so bad. Hopefully eating this food would prove a little easier.

Looking around the restaurant as he holds a table in anticipation for her to show up, he sees plenty of Turians managing to each a bowl of the stringy food, so he guesses that not only is it edible but must be somewhat easy to eat. No self-respecting Turian would be caught struggling to each their own food in public.

Seeing her step into the restaurant, he sees her scan over the crowd and eyes light up when she spots him. She makes a small wave gesture, which he returns, and diverts her attention to looking for a path through the throng of people.

As she makes her way to him with a smile, she doesn't notice the Turian carrying a bowl to his table, speaking over his shoulder. The two collide, her hands grabbing the bowl from dropping with a smile.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, sir," she nods to him in a Turian show of respect. Garrus has to quietly applaud her attention to Turian nuances, even exaggerating some expressions to make up for the lack of subharmonics.

The male, however, doesn't respond with the same respect and instead throws his head back in disgust. "You should be. Now I have to get another bowl so I don't die from your contamination."

Great, Garrus thinks, one more human hating Turian, out to make us all look like complete racists.

"Excuse me?" Jane crosses her arms, raises one eyebrow, and leans back onto one leg. "I didn't touch your food."

He waves one hand dismissively in her face, to which she openly scowls. "Typical, you come in here and run into me and then refuse to take any responsibility for what you could've contaminated my food with." He shoves the bowl into her hands, splashing the hot liquid onto her shirt and making her stumble a bit. "I don't know what diseases you animals carry."

At his remark, Jane straightens, one her fists falling to her side in a blue flare. "Listen you barefaced asshole," she jabs her finger at him, stopping a fraction from his plates, Garrus gets up to intervene, concluding that Jane's patience is running short, "you wantthis animal to contaminate your food?" She spits into his bowl, to the outburst of amusement of a nearby table of Krogan, and shoves it back into his hands, "There's your contamination."

Garrus makes it to her just as she finishes and forces himself between the two, stopping the Turian in his tracks as he drops his food to charge her with a low growl, the Krogans groan in disappointment.

"Officer," he jerks, his hateful subvocals vibrating violently through the air, making Garrus wince at the assault on his ears from this close. Garrus sees that he is in fact barefaced as Jane called out. Good on her to understand our insults, too. "This miscreant assaulted me and then tried to poison me by spitting in my food like some…filthy creature."

Jane snorts and shakes her head, which Garrus ignores and he directs his attention back to the Turian. "Sir, I was here and technically, you assaulted her first."

The male's angry subvocals change to ones of disbelieve. "She blindly walked right into me! You can't possibly take her side."

Garrus sighs in frustration, "The two of you were victims of an accident, plain and simple. If you don't take my word for it, I'm sure everyone here can attest to that." His, up until now, quiet subvocals change into ones of reprimand, "You took it a step further by insulting her and then shoving your hot food into her." He doesn't know quiet why he's having such a hard time keeping his vocals from sifting into a more personal tone over what happened, but he thinks it has a lot to do with his feelings for Jane he refuses to look into. "She has every right to press charges if you make a deal out of this. I can assure you," he jabs a finger into the barefaced Turian's chest, "you won't like how it turns out."

As if she senses a shift in his attitude from professional to personal, Jane interrupts, "I won't press charges. We can just forget all of this, Mr…." Garrus looks over his shoulder to see her leaning around his side to direct her question to the other Turian.

"Talid," he manages with a gruff. His hate and disdain for Jane ringing loudly in his subvocals. Garrus has to keep his growl in check at the bastard's disrespect for Jane's attempt at pleasantries.

"Well, Mr. Talid, Officer, I think I'm going to head home and get myself a new shirt." She turns and makes her way out, returning the nods of the table of Krogan.

Garrus leans in to Talid, grabbing the scruff of his shirt, "Next time, try not to be such a credit to your kind and think about what you say and how it looks for the rest of us," he shoves him back, turning and leaving before anything else can be said.

Outside, he meets Jane, she has an apologetic smile on her face. "So, sorry about ruining your chance at lunch." He chuckles and shakes his head, not complaining about the show. "I guess I'll have to make it up to you by ordering a big dinner or something."

"Sounds great," he hands her a stack of napkins he had grabbed as he left the restaurant. She rubs at the liquid on the front of her shirt, a scowl creasing between her eyebrows. "Oh," he lifts her chin, "nice one with the 'barefaced' insult. I had no idea that you were learning slang with your etiquette lessons."

She snorts and smirks, "You think I'd learn how to be nice but not how to fling the insults when the vinegar started flowing?" He tilts his head in confusion, to which she laughs. "Basically, I won't take shit without throwing my own insults back. No one calls me an animal and expects me to just take it."

He smiles and lets her get back to cleaning her shirt. When she is done, the two buy a quick protein bar from a nearby vending machine and eat together before he has to go back on shift.