WARNING: A little bit of hot n' heavy RinxLen. You may choose to pick up some tissues if you're prone to nosebleeds.

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"You want us to what?" General Megurine gasped, raising her eyebrows. The officials on either side of her had either thrown their heads back in laughter or begun nervously shifting in their leather desk chairs. Len stood at attention a few feet in front of them, his head high though his confidence had sunk so low it seemed to scrape the ground. He cleared his throat and shifted his weight.

"I would like to ask that Hatsune's assassin be transferred to the infirmary."

"Have you forgotten your personal encounter with her, lieutenant?" Major Neru Akita asked, mouth agape. "Perhaps you're not remembering that she tried to kill you just two weeks ago."

"I haven't forgotten," Len replied. "I've been spending a great amount of time with her trying to gain information, and I've had her lightly sedated every time. She's no threat on light sedatives."

When he was met with unconvinced glares from the majority of the review panel, Len swallowed. "I worked with Kaito Shion to make a sedative that kept her relatively aware of herself but kept her under control. She's very low-risk on it, and she's already expressed that she refuses to give us anything that could be of some use because she thinks we plan to kill her no matter what she does. If we give her the illusion of being in no danger, she might decide to open up a little bit."

"The risks outweigh the potential benefits, lieutenant." Luka leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms.

Len didn't hesitate to play his final card. "I've arranged a demonstration for you to see for yourselves."

Without giving the panel a chance to object, Kaito entered the room, followed by Rin, who was flanked by two guards and bound by handcuffs and ankle chains. Murmurs of unease rose from the seven officials in varying stages of seating as Rin was led in behind Kaito, who carried a stainless steel tray with three syringes. Rin was pushed into a chair by the guards, all the while struggling against them. Len inwardly praised her for her convincing show. She fought, struggled, and occasionally snarled at her captors while Kaito readied the vaccine.

"I wouldn't ask for her security to be dulled if our sedative didn't work, I assure you," Len said, nodding at Kaito. Though not looking entirely convinced, he approached Rin, prompting the guards to wrestle her arms to the chair's.

"No! No! Get away from me!" she screamed, biting at them. Len resisted the urge to jump the guard who pulled her head back by her hair as Kaito leaned in to press the needle into her arm, wincing when she screamed at him. He quickly pressed the solution into her bloodstream before removing the needle and backing away while Rin kept fighting.

"It will only take a few seconds," he murmured, more to himself than to the uneasy panel.

Your turn now, Rin, Len thought, biting his lip.

The "sedative" worked its way through Rin's system more quickly than usual due to her excessive movement, Kaito said. Within thirty seconds, Rin could hardly fight anymore, and Len ordered the guards to let go of her. They hesitantly released her and stood at attention while Len offered Rin his hand. She eyed him up and down with a racing, disapproving eye before taking it and rising, murmurs from the panel resounding through the room.

"She can do little more than glare at someone in terms of physical violence," Len told them. "I guarantee you, she's of no risk."

Luka cleared her throat and eased back into her chair, smoothing her now slightly-frizzy pink tresses.

"I will permit a trial period," she said after a few moments. "If she displays any violence like we've seen her prone to, she goes right back into maximum security."

Len saluted.

"Get out of here, lieutenant. I've had about enough of you for one day."

The general's trial period of two weeks flew by more quickly than Len had anticipated. As planned, Rin showed no more violence than squashing spiders and glaring at the nurses who administered her vaccine every morning, and after a grueling two more weeks, she was granted a strict parole on good behavior. Everything seemed to be going as planned, and it made Len uneasy. Something was bound to go wrong somewhere.

His unrest was multiplied tenfold when Luka told him that Rin was permitted to roam the compound free – granted he was with her. When Luka grudgingly told him that Rin had been very open about only trusting him enough to tell him anything, Len couldn't help a laugh. Rin hadn't forgotten that part while he had. Believing him to be amused by the prospect of Rin trusting him at all, Luka laughed with him and told him to try to get anything he could from her – any information could make a world of difference, she said.

It was because of that that Len found himself casually walking through an elaborate garden, alone with Rin. She was dressed in the outfit Miku Hatsune had her wearing, as she'd refused to part with it. Len had been able to persuade her into laundering it, but Rin refused to leave the washroom until she could wear it again. Some things probably wouldn't change overnight.

Len, however, was dressed in black jeans and a white dress shirt. He lacked his uniform hat and his hair was left at his shoulders as usual. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows and the top button was left undone, revealing a necklace with a single 'R' encrusted with plastic rhinestones.

"You still have that old thing?" Rin asked as they sauntered through rosebush hedges and lattices embraced by clematis. "I bought it at a dollar store."

"You bought it. That's why I still have it," Len replied, smiling. Rin blushed and looked down at the ground. Len chuckled and looked up at the sad limbs of a willow tree as they passed beneath it, again returning to the backyard of his fantasies.

"This is taking longer than I thought it would," Rin whispered, kicking a rock. Len nodded.

"I know," he murmured, shoving his hands into his pockets. "But it's coming along. We've gotten too far to give up."

"I didn't say I'm giving up," Rin said. "I'm just saying…it's taking forever."

The hedges had grown taller and taller as they walked, and now towered several feet over their heads. Rin walked into a small gazebo surrounded by thick rose bushes and jumped up onto the table, crossing her legs at the ankles and swinging them back and forth.

"It'll happen," Len assured her, leaning against one of the pillars. "I made you a promise. I'm not gonna break it without a fight."

Rin gave him a half smile. "I wish I could do more than play good girl to help us."

"Hey now," Len said gently, walking in front of her. "It's because of you playing 'good girl' that we're here right now and not back in maximum security," he whispered, slipping his hand into hers. "You're doing most of the work. I'm just whipping up fake drugs and talking you up."

Rin reached out and pulled him into a hug. "I just want it to be done."

Len pulled her even closer, burying his face in her hair. "So do I," he replied.

They remained silent as they melded together for several seconds. Len pulled away just enough to kiss Rin, and it was then that he felt her parting her legs and pulling him between them.

"R-Rin," Len breathed, his hands traveling to the tops of her thighs. Rin pressed her index finger to his lips.

"Quiet, lieutenant."

Their lips parted, tongues entwined, and hands explored. Rin released quiet, airy moans and wrapped her legs around him as Len's hands snuck to her hips beneath her dress. She chuckled erotically as the garment hitched further and further up, shivering as the cool autumn midday air caressed her.

Len groaned as her hands played at the waistband of his pants, slowly easing the top button through its loop and inching the zipper down. His mouth watered when he caught a hint of the faint musk of the secret place between Rin's legs and nipped at her lip, moving her legs further apart as he felt his jeans slide down just enough to allot him the freedom to do what was on both their minds.

Rin had begun tugging his boxers down when Len burst forth and attacked her neck, bringing several moans from Rin's throat.

"L-Len, what are you…" she whispered amidst pants and moans.

"We should make the most of this," Len replied, shifting as the pulses of pleasure pooling in his groin began to take their toll. Rin snickered as she felt him beneath her hand.

"Says he who's getting excited so quickly," she teased.

Len hesitated. "….alright. We'll make the most of it later."

Rin smirked. "That's more like it."

With panties and boxers out of the way, it seemed they'd gone too far to just stop.

Len was reminded of their situation when his pager began beeping from his back pocket right as he was about to enter Rin. When he reached for it, Rin grabbed his hand.

"No. It can wait."

"If I don't answer, they'll come looking for us, Rin."

She groaned and released him.

Len pressed a few buttons on the device and groaned.

"It looks like you had a physical exam today and you missed it."

Rin shrugged. "It's just an exam."

Len shook his head. "If we don't get you back for it, they might take you off your parole. Then I might not be able to get you out. AND we might never get to finish what we started."

Rin pouted. "Okay…" she whined. Len pulled his boxers and pants back up where they belonged and blushed, hoping desperately that they would fit before they made it back to the medical compound.