A/N: What can I say guys? I love you! For your support, for your suggestions, everything! You made this possible and I just hope that I have delivered. I have been looking forward to this chapter ever since I started this story, in fact it was when I thought of this scenario that I was able to come up with the idea of 'Kill Garrus'. This chapter has been a major challenge because I really didn't want to disappoint anyone, but hey I have gave it my best shot. If there is anything you feel that needs improving then please let me know in a review and I will do my best to please. I have never wrote a full story before and didn't actually believe that I could do it, but like I said it is everyone's review, favorite and story alert that has spurred me on and made me believe in myself. Thank you so much :) Keelah Se'Lai.

I do not own Mass Effect and I do not own Kill Bill.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

Shepard snapped out of her day dream and turned to face Zaeed, who was nonchalantly supporting his weight on his left leg with his arms crossed.

It felt right having him here. Ever since Anderson joined the council Massani instantly became a father figure to her. Sure he was addled by his thirst for revenge at first but after all that mess with Vido was over with they began to bond. He did make sure to let her know beforehand however that he still considered her to be a complete bitch for letting Vido get away. Of course the commander responded by reminding Zaeed that he was a complete bastard for not wanting to save the hostages. They had a mutual understanding and agreed to disagree.

Shepard had always enjoyed hearing his stories of being a mercenary when he was younger, that and the fact he always had a bottle of strong whiskey lurking somewhere in the starboard cargo area. Sometimes Jack came up from her little dungeon that helped her maintain a strong distance from the rest of the crew and joined the two for a drink. Shepard was certain that Zaeed considered himself a teacher of some sort to the young women and he seemed to like it that way.

The trio hardly agreed on anything, they were completely different to one another, yet after a few shots they would all be sharing stories and having a laugh. Jack always laughed or smiled because of someone's pain. There was always a hidden message behind every nice expression she revealed. But that was just the way she was. Back then on the Normandy Jack practically shoved the liquor down her inked throat. For such a small and skinny woman Jack could hold he drink. The only effect it really had on the biotic was that it made her very talkative. Jack ended up telling Zaeed and Shepard some pretty disturbing stories about her time on Pragia and stories of what she did when she escaped.

Shepard could understand why Jack was as upset as she was when she found out she wasn't dead. The biotic had placed all her trust in her commander after being betrayed time and time again. But it didn't excuse what she did, it would never excuse what she did.

"Yes," was Shepard's one worded response.

She had not come all the way here to hesitate and back down now, regardless of the uneasy feeling forming in the pit of her stomach.

"Fair enough," Zaeed shrugged.

The mercenary continued to follow Shepard through the narrow halls of the vessel. He wasn't to keen on wearing a helmet but did so in the end when he realised he would just be drawing more attention to Shepard and himself.

The commander had asked him if he would would accompany her, not to cover her six, not to provide cover fire, but to give her support.

She had left the others back on the Normandy awaiting their return. The looks on their faces spoke for them. They wasn't too sure about Shepard going through with this, yet neither of them said a single word to stop her.

They had both boarded the Flotilla about forty minutes ago and were attracting more attention than they wanted. It wasn't everyday that a two humans were seen wandering around on a quarian vessel.

The flotilla was still overcrowded with a heavy morbid feel to it. You would have thought that after four years some things would of changed?

Luxury was something that didn't exist among the quarians. Everything was shared and nothing was wasted. The ideology seemed nice until you released how hard it was to live like that.

The pair approached the place they was looking for in the living area. Nothing about it stood out from the rest of apartments which was filled with other quarians.

Shepard froze for a second. She had to do this. There was no compromise.

Zaeed noted his commander's staled movement and sighed.

"If you need me, I'll be in there faster than you can say 'Help'" he offered.

The mercenary did not intend for his sentence to be a joke. He truly meant it. Nothing was going to happen to Shepard on his watch.

The commander would have smiled but that moment of affection was dimmed by the overpowering feeling of anger.

She gave a stern nod and headed towards the door leaving Zaeed down the hall ready to pounce at any given moment.

Her fist made contact with the intercom on the right hand side of the door. It was now or never.

"Yes?" came a distinctive feminine voice from the over end.

Shepard took a deep breath in order to stop her voice from shaking when she spoke.

"Is this Tali Zorah? I have a package here for you that I need you to sign."

The voice on the other end hesitated for a few seconds causing Shepard to gulp unintentionally.

"I don't remember ordering anything..." Tali replied in a suspicious tone.

"To my understanding it's from an old friend," Shepard tested doing her best to sound formal and neutral.

She was used to doing things on the spot when there were crucial odds at stake but never when it involved her friends. Scratch that, ex-friends.

The intercom cut off abruptly and Shepard began to feel her whole body turn to fire as rage consumed her.

That's when the door opened.

"Where's the package?...Oh keela-"

Tali's voice was cut off as Shepard's boot made contact with her stomach slamming her back into her home.

What Shepard would have gave to have seen Tali's expression when she saw her old commander before her.

The adrenaline just came so easy for Shepard. As soon as she realised that Tali was standing directly in front of her, it was her body that spoke first not her brain.

Shepard lunged for the quarian on the floor as the door sealed shut behind her, encasing the rampaging pair inside the compact apartment.

The commander's fists were blocked by Tali's evasive maneuvers as she did her best to fight Shepard off of her.

The two women struggled on the beige tiled floor for a few seconds before Tali managed to grab a nearby ornament and smash it straight onto Shepard's skull.

It was an expensive glass ornament of an asari flower that only grew on Thessia. However it had no sentimental value, hence the reason why fragments of the art piece were sprinkling from Shepard's jet black hair to the floor.

As the commander was crouched down wincing in pain Tali quickly scrambled to her feet and took a combat position, leaving only the metal coffee table that the ornament once rested on between them.

Shepard slowly did the same as she clutched her head. Blood was weeping from her wound and she was beginning to feel the fatigue of it.

She did her best to look past Tali's helmet into her glowing eyes. "Resorting to weapons now are we?"

Tali smiled even though her old commander could not acknowledge it. A bit of conversation was always welcome but she knew Shepard too well, she was trying to distract her in her weakened state.

"My apologies," Tali replied still out of breath. "You never told me that we was going to play fair!"

As soon as the last word escaped her lips her deftly hands yanked a chrome shotgun from behind her grey sofa.

Completely forgetting about her head injury Shepard kicked the coffee table on it's side and dived for cover behind it, barely missing a shot from Tali's shotgun.

The shells had impacted the creme wall behind her leaving a charred black mark that sizzled and seeped with charcoal smoke.

Before Tali could cock her shotgun again, Shepard rapidly snatched Jessie from her back and instantly brought her to life by blind firing over the metal table in which she took cover.

The quarian was half expecting a retort like that and half not. She had admittedly lost control of the situation and was trying to avoid the rush of bullets skillfully.

Only one managed to make contact with her. One was all it took.

Shepard peered out of her cover reluctantly to see see Tali drop her shotgun and frantically throw her gloved hands to her helmet.

The acid based bullet had dispelled onto Tali's helmet instead of drilling itself straight through the quarians skull. It was by far a miracle. On the other hand it had weakened the masks material in a shattering way, literally. Visible cracks could be made out from Shepard's position and the relentless acid was not helping with keeping the helmet in one piece.

This was the commander's chance. She lacked mercy and sympathy all this time, she'll be damned if she was going to show any signs of those emotions now.

Shepard leapt to her feet again, cursing the throbbing wound that occupied her head and yanked a fistful of a frantic Tali's uniform by the hand.

Without hesitation Shepard slammed the quarian face first into a nearby wall repeatedly, making each slam harder than the first.

The wall was beginning to show signs of Shepard's brutality, but she didn't care. She wanted Tali to suffer painfully by her hand.

A clattering noise emitted from the violet tinted glass colliding with the tiled floor, as Tali felt natural oxygen make contact with her face in a most unpleasant way.

Suddenly the intercom beeped causing Shepard to pause her movements but not let go of the quarian. She wasn't going to take any chances.

"Mom?" came a timid voice over the speaker. "Mom it's me!"

Shepard went paler than she already was and her stomach churned like she was ready to be sick.

Her eyes watered slightly with rage. "Mom?" she seethed into Tali's ear.

Tali felt weak and powerless. But the moment that intercom beeped her heart sank and she found a new spark of energy.

"Shepard please," Tali begged while she was still helplessly shoved up against the wall, with her helmet broken. "She knows the pass-code to let herself in if I'm not here."

Shepard looked back at the door as she heard the sound of buttons being tapped from outside. So much for Zaeed helping her out.

She shook her head in defeat and hesitantly loosened her grip on Tali completely as the front door opened.

In a single tense second a young quarian girl carelessly entered but froze in her footsteps as she noted the obliterated living room and battered women. One being her mother and another being a complete stranger.

Shepard had never laid eyes on a quarian child before. The girl looked so tiny and fragile like she could break at any minute. Her suit was a suede color of gold that sparkled only slightly under the living rooms automatic lights. Her helmet was a smooth gray and her delicate three fingers were clinging onto what looked like a data-pad.

"Chichi, had a good day learning about the Neema?" Tali asked with an alarmingly calm voice.

The young quarian stared back and forth between Shepard and her mother. They both looked like they had been in a war-zone.

"Mom what happened to your helmet?" the younger girl pointed with her finger towards Tali's visible face that Shepard hadn't had a chance to look at yet. Mind you at the time when she was smashing her helmet to pieces Shepard didn't really care.

"Ahh," Tali remembered, instantly beginning to worry about becoming sick but remained focused on her daughter being reassured. "I was just showing my old friend Shepard over here my combat drone Chiktikka, she acted like boshtet and went into combat mode thinking we were both hostiles that's all."

From the corner of her visible eye Tali noticed Shepard raising a questioning eyebrow, but chose to ignore it.

"I thought Chicktikka was a VI not an AI?" the young girl questioned innocently.

For such a young child she was smart, she knew that something about her mothers story didn't add up.

Tali mentally face-palmed herself. Of course her daughter knew she was lying, she would be surprised if she bought the story.

"I'll explain it to you later dear," she smiled. "Now head off to your room, it isn't safe in here, I don't want you getting hurt."

Shepard was able to read what Tali was insinuating, and took the comment pretty hard. Tali really thought she would harm her daughter?

"From the broken glass of course," Shepard added suddenly, receiving a stern glare from a concerned Tali.

Shepard could just about make out the girl's eyes behind the helmet, she was staring directly towards the commander.

"Hey," Shepard said awkwardly. "I'm Shepard, I used to work with your mother." She smiled doing her best to sound harmless, the girl obviously knew something was wrong. "What's your name?"

The girl remained silent. Shepard couldn't blame her. Right now she was the most suspicious person in the room.

"It's okay," Shepard whispered understandably. "You don't have to answer if you don't want to."

"My name's Ch'tatai Reegar nar Neema."

"Ch'tatai Reegar huh?" Shepard acknowledged putting emphasis on her family name. She stared at Tali awaiting an explanation but she remained silent.

The commander turned her attention back to the girl and knelt down. She wanted to do everything in her power not to look intimidating.

"How old are you Ch'tatai?"

Tali spoke for her daughter as she uneasily watched Shepard, ready to strike if she needed to. Ch'tatai meant the universe to her she wasn't going to let Shepard try anything.

"She is four."

Shepard looked down at the tiled floor that had blood stains and glass occupying it's area and faced Ch'tatai once again.

"You know you are quite intelligent for a four year old," Shepard smiled. "I had a son once, he would have been four by now..."

Tears desperately wanted to escape Shepard's eyes but she refused to let that happen. Her emotion couldn't dictate her actions, not now that she had Tali's daughter before her observing everything she did cautiously.

Tali swallowed a massive lump in her throat as Shepard trailed off from her sentence. To say that she didn't feel guilty would have been a lie. Of course she felt guilty.

All that mattered at the moment however was ensuring Ch'tatai's safety, nothing else.

The quarian slowly approached her child and knelt down beside Shepard who seemed to be lost in her own thoughts as she stared at Ch'tatai.

"Why don't you go to your room Chichi, Shepard and I are going to have a grown up talk." Tali placed a reasurring hand on her daughters shoulder.

"Where are you going?"

"Nedas Chichi. I'll be right here. Just go to your room."

Ch'tatai reluctantly nodded and headed towards a door at the end of the tiny living room, every so often chancing a look back at the pair and sealed the door shut behind her.

Tali sighed heavily in defeat. "Want a drink?"

Shepard faced the quarian beside her with a grin. "Do you have anything that isn't dextro-based?"

Tali blinked out of embarrasment. "I...have water?"

"Water would be great."

The pair both got up on their feet with a huff, the fight they had earlier had taken up most of their energy.

Tali made her way to the kitchen which was also ridiculously tiny and began pouring her former commander a glass of water from a refrigerated jug.

A large area of Tali's helmet was broken, no thanks to Shepard. You could clearly see the color of her skin, her eyes, her lips. Shepard would have taken the time to admire the sight and appreciate it, that of course would have been back before Tali decided to turn against her. At this very moment it didn't faze her the slightest. Her curiosity had been sated but that was about it.

Tali's skin was a a shimmering silver like she had rubbed body glitter all over her face only it didn't look tacky. Her eyes were about the most extraordinary thing about her. Her pupil was a creamy white, her iris was very small and a light blue to the point where it was hard to tell where the pupil ended and the iris began. Her sclera on the other hand was completely black. It was incredibly beautiful despite being very different. Shepard was not about to complement her though.

She leaned against the doorframe using it to support some of her weight. That smash to the head was not doing her any justice what so ever. Then out of the corner of her eye she made out a small picture on the side.

It was a holo-picture of Tali, Kal and Ch'tatai. From what Shepard could make out, it must have been taken when Ch'tatai was born. Kal still had his signature red and gold suit on, with his arm around Tali, but Ch'tata was inside a small sphere, like a bubble without a suit on. Ch'tatai definitely had her mothers eyes there was no mistaking that.

Tali placed the glass of water in front of Shepard and quickly began searching for her herbal supplements and immune boosters.

"Ch'tatai's beautiful," Shepard said suddenly destroying the heavy silence. "You and Kal are lucky to have her."

"I'm surprised you didn't try to attack her too," Tali murmured speaking her mind as she found what she was looking for. She made sure to keep her eyes away from Shepard's penetrating gaze when she said it.

"I'm surprised that you thought I would," Shepard growled in disgust. "I'm not a monster like you."

Tali immediately dropped what she was holding and turned to face her former commander. Shepard had never looked at her like that before, the guilt just kept coming and coming.

"Shepard I'm-"

"What?" Shepard interrupted barely able to control herself. "You're sorry? I'm afraid it is four years too late for an apology."

Tali let out a throaty cough. What she really needed to be doing was replacing her helmet not arguing about something that happened four years ago.

"I am a different person now Shepard. I have a home, I have a family, I have a daughter..."

Shepard finished taking a sip of her water and scoffed. "Oh how lovely. I don't give a shit."

Her fists were beginning to tremble, she could not believe Tali even tried playing that card on her.

"I had my reasons! It is because of you that my people do not have their own embassy, it is because of you that we do not have a home-world to go, you are the root of everything!"

Tali whom Shepard had known for years was at a level of anger that Shepard had never witnessed before. Her eyes looked like they were ready to shoot by the way they were pin-pointed on her accusingly.

"And how is all that my fault?" Shepard shot back defensively.

Tali shook her head in disbelief. "You know how it's your fault. I hacked into you terminal after you had disappeared to find some clues as to where you could be. I find an email from the council asking you if you felt the quarians were ready to integrate within council space once again. The council were waiting on your word and you ignored it for your own selfish reasons."

Shepard gripped the counter in front of her tightly, if she was a turian she would have left dent marks by now. "If I had responded to it, they would have been able to locate my whereabouts!"

"Exactly, selfish. So don't you tell me of betrayal Shepard."

Tali injected a pink thick liquid into her the arm of her suit, sighing as she pulled it back out and discarded it in the nearby trash compactor.

"You do realise that you are acting very hypocritical don't you? You didn't let Zaeed kill Vido, you didn't let Miranda kill Nicket, you stopped Jack from murdering one of the former prisoners on Pragia...and as for Garrus-"

"Say his name again and I might think twice about not killing you while Ch'tatai is around," Shepard snapped.

She was willing to be reasonable, but all that would stop if Tali thought she could start putting all the blame on her.

"If you were in my position Tali you would have done exactly the same, so don't waste your breath."

Tali's head dropped slightly, she could tell by the way her former commander stared her down with her piercing eyes that she wanted her dead. There was no talking her out of it.

"Shepard I am begging you, do not do this."

The commander finished her glass of water off, savoring the last drop. "You call that begging? I am being very reasonable here. If wanted I could kill you, walk into Ch'tatai's room, kill her, then wait for Kal to show up and kill him. But I am not going to do that. You are the one that deserves to die nobody else."

Tali approached the opposite side of the counter never leaving Shepard's gaze. "Tomorrow we meet in the Neema's cargo hold at 2am. It will be deserted. Just you and me."

"Perfect," Shepard replied in a deviant tone.

Tali pushed herself away from the counter and began making Ch'tatai's lunch. There were dark exotic dextro fruits occupying her chopping board as she began chopping them up into a bowel.

"She is honestly a lovely girl," Shepard whispered suddenly as she snatched another look at the holo beside her.

Tali tensed up a bit but continued chopping away instead of turning to face her old commander.

"Yeah..." Tali muttered. "She's a quick learner too, I have no doubt that she will be an extreme asset to the Flotilla when she completes her pilgrimage."

Shepard smiled as she got caught up in some old memories. "She takes after her mother."

Tali stopped cutting the fruit and eyed Shepard for a second. Looking into those eyes were like looking into the void itself, they were so spectacular, unlike anything Shepard had seen before.

"Resorting to flattery now are we?" Tali jested lightly.

Shepard smirked. "Just because I want you dead doesn't mean I can't pay you a compliment."

"Keelah..." Tali shook her head in disbelief. The commander's mind was set. She had little choice. Ch'tatai came first before anything.

"Shepard my hand's are tied would you mind passing me that bowel next you?"

A soon as a puzzled Shepard searched for a non-existent bowel, Tali spun around dashing her large chopping knife in Shepard's direction.

It barely missed Shepard's head as she jumped out of the way, but it did manage to slice past her cheek the process.

She let herself drop behind the counter and unholstered Jessie yet again.

As she quickly rose from the tiled floor Tali had just managed to retrieve another shotgun from one of her cupboards. Seriously how paranoid was this quarian that she felt she needed to hide shotguns around her apartment within arms reach?

Tali was fast but Shepard was faster. The quarian had barely cocked her weapon before Shepard sprayed bullets into her fragile body.

The shotgun fell from Tali's hands as her body went limp with an uneasy gasp. Her delicate frame slid down the creme walls at an achingly slow pace as her wounds began oozing a cacophony of blood.

Shepard got up from behind the counter and crept over to Tali's corpse. She knelt down and reached out to close the quarian's accusing dead eyes.

Two down, three to go.

Shepard folded Jessie back up and placed on her back securely ready to head out.

Only someone was blocking the exist.

Shepard's entire frame tensed as she saw Ch'tatai standing before her.

The commander was actually grateful that she couldn't see the poor child's expression, it would have been too much.

She took a deep breath as Ch'tatai looked down at her blood ridden mother and back to meet Shepard's guilty gaze.

"I'm sorry you had to see this," Shepard stammered.

Guilt was beginning to cause Shepard physical pain as her stomach twisted into tight knots and a weighty lump formed in her throat.

"Please believe me when I say that your mother did deserve it," she choked as he eyes glazed over slightly.

What was she suppose to do now? Just leave the young girl alone with her mother's corpse while she awaited her fathers return?

Another shadow came into view in the doorway.

It was only when he spoke that Shepard realised who it was for she wasn't able to take her eyes of Ch'tatai.

"Shepard we have to go," Zaeed said sympathetically.

He noted the situation and it wasn't pretty. A child having to see their dead mother wasn't exactly something he relished in.

"I can't just leave her here Zaeed!" Shepard argued. She had no idea what other options there were but her conscience would not allow it.

Zaeed shook his head. He expected Shepard to be like this. He ignored the girl in front of him and grabbed Shepard by the wrist.

"Just trust me for once," he murmured into her ear a she struggled.

Massani got her as far as the exit when Shepard landed a forceful punch to his face and ran back into the kitchen to find that Ch'tatai still hadn't moved.

Zaeed chased after Shepard but stopped behind her when he saw his old commander kneel down beside the scared girl.

The atmosphere was incredibly tense, it was beginning to get to him.

"When you go on your pilgrimage," Shepard whispered fighting back her tears. "If you are still angry about this, I'll be waiting."

Shepard owed the poor girl that much.

Next thing she knew she was being escorted out of the apartment by Zaeed who's rustic face had a sore purple patch from where she had hit him. He hadn't complained either, he would have done the same in her position.

The depressed pair said nothing to one another as they headed back to the Normandy in a hurry. They didn't want to attract any attention, not after what had just occurred down in the living quarters.

Once on board and ready for take off everyone of the crew had told Shepard that it wasn't her fault, Tali made the first move. The way Shepard saw it, they should try telling that to the four year old girl she left behind who was now clutching her mothers body waiting for her father to come home.

Yet again Shepard felt bitter. It was like she could not stand those responsible for trying to murder her and her child living, but she got no relief when she wiped them off the face of the galaxy.

Kasumi had begged Shepard to not go to her next destination straight away. Apparently she was too weak and not stable enough at the moment. Since when did the thief decide to take up Chakwas' role?

In the end to prevent any petty arguments the commander gave in to Kasumi to her dismay and dragged herself to her cabin.

As soon as the door opened Shepard began to feel uneasy. The cabin didn't feel like hers anymore.

There were no fish inside the tank and the bed sheets were no longer a pearly white but blue...blue!

It suddenly dawned on Shepard that Garrus was the commander of the Normandy for a time. This would have been his new quarters.

A part of her just wanted to sprint back into the elevator, find Zaeed and pass out from drinking too much. However something was sealing her sore feet to the floor.

Curiosity always did get the better of her.

She stepped further inside and took in the sight of dark-green bottles of turian ale stashed underneath the desk where her computer was.

She pulled the chair out and leaned into the leather as she sat. The room even smelled of him, that would have been a good thing had he not decided to blow her brains out.

Leaning forward Shepard could see talon dents that were slightly visible on the desk and in the corner of her eye a holo-picture was lingering beside her.

As soon as she chanced a look her brain recalled that it wasn't Kaiden in the picture, and even if it were it should have been facing down.

It was a picture of Garrus and her at the celebration in Kasumi's room after blowing up the collector base.

It brought back what should have been a good memory.

When they had both left the confines of life support they joined in on the party again.

The thrill and liveliness of the party seemed to be caught in that one shot. In the far background you could see Jacob playing referee while Jack and Miranda tried to outdo each-other at shots.

On the left hand side Zaeed, Samara, Thane, Gabby, Tali and Ken were playing a game of skyllian five. From the looks of it Thane was doing pretty well, while the others looked bemused at a losing Zaeed who always took the game a bit too seriously.

Everyone else was dancing near the bar area in front of Garrus and Shepard. The commander remembered that Chakwas had become so drunk that she managed to trap Mordin into dancing with her.

Shepard half expected Mordin to put up more of a fight but a part of her considered the option that he was actually looking for an excuse to bust out his moves. The sight of both doctors doing the tango to 'Club Kicks' was definitely a moment Shepard would of loved to have captured on a holo-tape.

In the middle of the picture there was Garrus and Shepard. What stood out the most about the picture was that it wasn't pre-planned at all, everyone's facial expressions were natural to how they were acting during the party.

Kasumi had brought out some glitter pots to 'spruce things up a bit'. After that night when everyone went to their quarters ready to nurse a hangover, Shepard was almost certain that they found glitter somewhere on their body.

A burning sensation ignited in the back of Shepard's throat.

She let out a gasp of pain and grunted loudly, drawing the attention of not only Garrus but some of the other crew-members

"Why did I let Grunt talk me into drinking Ryncol?"

Garrus' mandibles widened as he took in the sight of a drunken Shepard. He was nearing the drunk zone in a timely fashion as well, how he managed to stop himself from laughing he would never know.

"Would you believe me if I said that you didn't need a lot of persuading?" Garrus teased.

Shepard's body rose to a halt as she sat forward on her chair defensively. So he was going to play it that way was he?

The commander and her turian were the only ones sat at the table in the middle of Kasumi's room. 'Club Kicks' was playing after Garrus requested it, and was bringing the party to life one beat at a time.

Kasumi must have had all these decorations with her when she came aboard because there was no way she could have left the ship to go on a shopping spree.

The thief with the help of Joker had set up multi-colored fluorescent bulbs around the room, every piece of Joker's handy work hugging them to the walls. They flashed on and off at different times leaving the room in a crescendo of lively colors.

Shepard took notice of an opened jar of rosey pink glitter before her, hidden from Garrus' eyesight due to the amount of empty glasses the pair had piled up on the table.

She reached forward carelessly pretending to grab a drink but dipped her hand inside the pot instead.

Leaning back into her chair with the glitter securely within her slouchy grip Shepard leaned in towards Garrus.

He would have hesitated but the alcohol in his system was finding it very hard to decipher whether or not Shepard was up to something, after all she had that crazy look in her eye.

They touched foreheads briefly before he felt a powdery hand stroke his fringe firmly.

Shepard continued rubbing his fringe with the delight of seeing it sparkle pink under the hectic lights.

With their foreheads still connected Garrus stared into Shepard's eyes that were filled with mischief. For a commander she certainly knew how to connect with her childish side.

"Please tell me you didn't just do what I think you have done?" Garrus asked in an exasperated tone.

"That all depends Vakarian," Shepard whispered seductively trying not to slur her words. "What is it that you are accusing me of?"

Shepard did her best to look as innocent as possible in her drunken state and was near enough losing herself in the pools of Garrus' deep blue eyes.

She felt the palm of his hand brush against her cheek twice as she leaned in to his touch, still keeping her forehead connected to his and still absentmindedly rubbing the pink glitter into his fringe.

The party continued to go on as the pair ignored the cheers and growls of frustration coming over from the skyllian five table as Thane outdone Zaeed once again.

Next thing Shepard knew she felt a powdery substance falling from her cheek from where Garrus' palm had once rested.

Her mouth formed a gaping shape of an 'O' as she pulled away slightly.

"You cannot be serious?" Shepard exclaimed noting Garrus' ever growing smirk.

He had known all along about her little idea and had even been prepared to strike back. The cheeky bastard.

Colliding back into her seat Shepard lightly rubbed her cheek and checked her hand.

"Blue glitter? Blue glitter! Garrus do you know how hard it is going to be to get this off?" she complained.

Garrus was examining his own body glitter and coughed to hold back another laugh.

"I think the color suits you," he snickered only to have some powder smudged on his mandibles in retaliation.

"And I think gold suits you," Shepard retorted holding a pot of gold glitter in the air insultingly.

Garrus wiped his scarred face in a slow dramatic motion causing Shepard to burst into giggles, something she hardly ever did. Mind you her body was knee deep in the alcohol she had consumed that night. Her whole commander act was bound to fade away at some point.

The sound of a giggling Shepard sent Joker and Kasumi running over with the thief's omni-tool at the ready just as Garrus secured Shepard in his arms ready to attack her with more glitter.

A sudden snap sounded as Kasumi grinned and took a picture.

Joker leaned over her shoulder and gave his signature grin.

"Told you I sensed a money shot."

That was how Shepard found herself tearfully staring at a holo-pic of Garrus dusted in pink and gold glitter while he securely held her in his arms and attacked her with his own blue glitter. She was laughing so much at the time, that she couldn't fight him off.

Shepard's palms clenched the holo-picture in anger, but something inside her stopped her from throwing it against a wall.

She placed it down back where it had once rested so that it remained in her peripheral vision at all times, as she logged onto her terminal and began searching for any information that led her to the next unlucky son of bitch that crossed her.

Miranda stormed towards Garrus' office like bat out of hell.

The news she had just received was not only aggravating but un-nerving. Shepard was back with a vengeance and she had some of the old crew backing her up. Her day just got better and better.

Miranda was stopped in her tracks as she observed Garrus end a video call with a quick click of a button.

He stood up from his desk abruptly and opened a bottle of turian ale refusing to look at Lawson and give her the attention she desperately craved.

She had always had a way of annoying him greatly, she was lucky that she was such an asset.

"If you are here to tell me that Shepard is alive then save your breath," Garrus spat curtly.

He poured the thin mauve wine into a glass and chugged it down before he met Miranda's frustrated stare.

She crossed her arms refusing to be surprised of his sudden knowledge.

"Are you also aware that she killed Jack and Tali?" Miranda hissed hoping to stab at a nerve.

Garrus strode forward with his talons clasped behind his back. He could see where this was going.

"I am aware of that as well," Garrus replied towering over the inferior human. "I would also like to mention how pissed off I am about the news. Unlike you I happened to like Tali and Jack, so don't think that I am oblivious as to your own selfish reasons for wanting to inform me."

The turian was growling audibly but Miranda refused to back down. He needed to take charge otherwise she would. Her ass was on the line too.

"You do plan on doing something about Shepard right?"

Garrus turned his back to Lawson and briskly walked over to his desk again. His talons automatically went to refill his glass.

"If you must know, I was planning on letting her come to us. It is a fact that she will, it is all a matter of when."

Garrus grinned at the sight of Miranda's face switch from frustrated to shocked.

He would bet that it was times like these that she truly felt sorry for herself. It was too bad that her icy nature was what stopped her from being placed as commander. If she lost the attitude problem and regarded everyone below her to be on the same wave length then she might of suited the position.

However at this moment in time it was Garrus that was comfortable behind the desk, giving out orders that he deemed fit, and they both knew that there was nothing that she could do about it.

"I hope you are joking!" she snapped with both her fists clenched by her sides. It wasn't like her to lose her composure but this situation was beyond ridiculous.

"Do I look like I'm joking Ms. Lawson?" Garrus retorted with narrowed eyes.

The XO grew quiet and accepted defeat again. If she was going to wait for Shepard to show up then she was damn well going to be prepared for her.

Vakarian could sit in his office awaiting her arrival for as long as he wanted to, but Miranda had something else in mind.

She gave a slight nod and began to strut out of the office leaving Garrus alone with conjured thoughts.

"One more thing Ms Lawson," Garrus called out suddenly.

Miranda halted her footsteps momentarily and turned her body to the side to face him.

Garrus was slouched in his chair grasping his bottle of wine possessively. He freed a heavy sigh that had been waiting impatiently to escape.

"Does Shepard know that her son is alive?"

A/N: Obvious ending alert! If you have seen Kill Bill then you were probably expecting that, if you haven't then I am highly surprised that you chose to read this and I apologize for the major spoiler. However please do watch the movie, you will NOT regret it. Well guys thanks again for reading my story. If you enjoyed it and want to find out what is going to happen next then please be on the look out for 'Kill Garrus Vol. 2' which I already know is going to be a bitch to write. My brain is just aching at the thought of it. Take care Garnier!