I know this is short.

But I wanted to hurry up and get this out.

I worked on this small chapter during my free time in high school.

Blah.

I PROMISE...

That the next chapter will be longer.

And will include...

well...

just read this chapter and you'll know what I'm talking about.

And that the next chapter won't take as long since I know EXACTLY what will happen.

Everything will fall into place.

Yay me.

I own nothing.

Enjoy.

PS: I feel horrible.

I forgot to dedicate this to my most bestest friend out there.

The one who supports me.

And guides me through my writer's block.

She helped with the dialogue in this chapter.

thanks again: WolverinesDarlin'

Shepard sat at her desk, fingers going a mile a minute as she typed furiously on her private terminal, answering old messages sent to her via email. With a long exaggerated sigh she leaned back in her swivel chair and heard a small pop in her back and looked over at the age old dog tags that Liara retrieved for her when she came to visit.

Making a small 'hmm' sound, she began to fully examine her cabin. Going over to her queen sized bed she placed her dog tags over on the bed stand, near the music system. She ran her hand over the old N7 helmet she retrieved down at the Normandy crash site, its numerous scratches and red stripe still there. Passing by her couch and loveseat, she touched the silver metal ball and it expanded and made this loud ringing noise. She remembered that she got it from when she was exploring around on the Hammerhead on a mission to find those scientists.

Going back up to her cluttered desk, she pushed aside holopads and century old printed books and found her frame that showed her all the medals she earned over the years, while in the Alliance. Ignoring the other fallen holoframe, she stared at the tiny eyes of her space hamster, finally relenting and gave it a small carrot, the hamster merely squeaking back in response.

Shepard barely gave it a second glance and walked into her personal private bathroom, its bright lights nearly blinding her as she squinted at her always clean toilet. Last time she left it, there was toilet manual holopads and soaked towels all over for her toilet had gotten…'mad' at her on day. But now it was completely clean. Shepard shuddered at that.

As more random thoughts filled her busy distracted mind, a small knock resounded at her door. With a loud exaggerated groan, Shepard called out as she went to open the door, "Jacob I swear to 'God' if you don't leave me alo- Garrus..."

"Shepard…I…" Garrus' mandibles fluttered as he bowed his head slightly…'did he look scared' Shepard wondered. He said nothing as he walked in and stood in front of the fish tank. After a moment, when nothing happened, Shepard cleared her throat and put her hands behind her back. "Did you need something?"

She remembered one time when she decided to turn on the holoTV and this overly dramatic soap opera was on and the whole entire family in the holoTV show was rich. Filthy rich. The mother had opened the door for her daughter since it was their usual family night dinners every week and immediately she offered her either the sparkly wine or iced green tea with a hint of peppermint. Shepard wished she could offer Garrus something to drink even if it was extravagant and the reason being is that she could at least be doing something besides just standing there like an idiot, waiting for her friend to say something.

Garrus looked at her with his intense blue eyes and nodded a little before putting his own hands behind his back and pacing like he did when he was ranting about the Citadel's security faults or telling a story when he was back in C-Sec.

"Yes." Garrus stopped and looked at her before closing his mouth and pacing again, Shepard waited patiently a smirk forming on her face. Suddenly he stopped and looked at her, squaring off and started.

"Shepard I was wondering if... okay I'm going to start over." Garrus seemed to think and after a moment and started again. "Shepard would you...well I was wondering...I mean thinking. I mean we could... no...that's not. Okay I got this...thing..." Garrus sighed and seemed to shrink a little under Shepard's questioning almost amused gaze.

Shepard shook her head a little and smiled, having a small idea what he could be wanting to say. "What do you want to say? I promise I won't be offended." Shepard hoped that sounded encouraging as she saw Garrus tilt his head a bit.

"I've read that uh humans go out and…hang out?" Garrus said in an almost questioning tone, wondering if he said that correctly. "And that uh they go out to nice places such as restaurants. As impartial I am to human food, I'm pretty certain that one of them serves turian cuisine as well so…" Garrus paused, most likely contemplating what to say next.

Garrus seemed to stand up straight as he finally got his courage back up and cleared his throat again. "Shepard would you like to go out on a date with me?" He rushed out seeming like as if he didn't say it now and fast he would forget what he wanted to say.

Now it was Shepard's turn to look almost uncomfortable, eyes only barely widening as she regained control of herself and opened her mouth to answer, except that nothing came out at first. Embarrassed at her initial response to his question, she took a bit think out what she was going to say first. She knew it wasn't going to be a surprise that he would ask this. I mean, she knew that Garrus was a research freak. If EDI had continued down her long list of extranet sites that Garrus visited before the Collector Mission for their 'special night', she would've had to have disabled EDI's console in order not to hear the rest.

"I would like that." Shepard said at last, a faint smile appearing.

Garrus looked surprised, mandibles fluttering. With a small almost bashful nod, he silently agreed. And with that, Shepard laid a hand on his shoulder to give a small sense of comfort and to let him know that he did well and went back to her swivel chair, kicking her legs back up onto her cluttered desk. Garrus took that as a dismissal and quickly left and he absolutely knew without knowing too much about it, that if he were human…he would be blushing. Shaking his head at the thought, he glanced back at Shepard one last time before entering the elevator.

Then just right when he left, Shepard's eyes nearly popped out of her sockets as the next thought came to mind and out her mouth.

"What the hell am I going to wear?"