Case Notes: What's up guys and gals! 5th Chapter already! Hard to believe. Also, this will put it over 10K words, and hopefully 1000 views! So many milestones!

Second, I didn't get a lot of feedback on Ch 4, or any reviews, favs, follows hardly at all. I'm hoping that everything is looking good on your all's side, and if so let me know with some support! Tell your friends even!

Last thing, I have solid plans on storyline now, and a map of chapters, so I'll be able to hold myself accountable to that and get it rocking!

Alright everyone, enjoy Ch 5 and please Fav, Follow and Review!

Close Case Notes

Damn… this bed is so comfortable… Sitting up slowly, rubbing the grogginess out of my eyes, I finally woke up from a very long night of sleep. I snuck a glance at my small digital clock on the nightstand, and needless to say I was shocked to see that I had slept a little over eleven hours! It was early afternoon, and I could only hope that Visia wasn't bored out of her mind. It was her first time in a human house, after all. Sure, I showed her the basics, like turning on the T.V. that was in her hospital room, or of course the small differences in human bathrooms… but that was about it. No grand tour, no brief, just a quick decision to bring her back to my family home.

Walking out onto the small landing, I couldn't see my guest in her new bed, so I assumed she had made her way downstairs already. After hitting the last step and turning the corner, I could tell I was right. She was in the main living room, the flat screen on, lounging on the big couch as comfortable as can be for a turian. I noticed something off, though. It looked as if she was wearing something completely different than the armor I had seen for the majority of our time together.

It looked almost like a human hoodie, except it was a bit thinner material, like a tee shirt of sorts. It had long sleeves that widened as they went down her arms, ever so slightly. Her bottoms were an interesting case, though. She wore shorts that reminded me of a cottony basketball short, and on her feet, wore long socks that fit her spurs with a pair of what I could only describe as slippers. All in all, the clothes that she wore were black and dark gray, but the hooded top had some pops of blue that accented her icy eyes. I walked into the room, and she looked away from her show with a smile as she saw me.

"Well, good morning, finally! I thought you might just sleep through the whole damn day, lazy human!" She laughed at her poor joke, while I only grinned and went to sit on the opposite end of the couch from her. Having switched into some sweatpants and a tee, I was ready for a day to relax and talk with my new friend.

"Oh, ha, ha. At least I work for my keep!" I shot back, getting a chuckle from the both of us. "So, what are you watching? Anything good so far?"

She looked back at the screen, thoughtful for a second, and turned back with a nod, "Yeah, I got into your… Net… flicks… and I have to say there's some decent vids on here. I particularly like the one called Grey's Anatomy, but I'm a fan of drama so that's probably why" She grins. Both of us settle in to watch a bit of her new favorite show. After a full episode goes by, we decide to head over to the kitchen to have a bit of a late brunch. Visia starts the cooking on another one of her packaged meals, which still amazes me, as I get cracking on some eggs and slices of ham. Both finishing our cooking and sitting down across from each other, we get to talking more about what it's like to live in each other's society. Mine, isolated from space and other alien races, and Visia's, where it's so saturated with different cultures it's hard to keep track. At a lull in the conversation, I speak up and ask, "So, change of clothes, huh? I thought you were gonna stay in that armor you had for the whole time you were here!" I chuckle, hoping she'll take that ok.

"Well, you know, I could… but it gets a bit cramped and uncomfortable after a little while. But these, these are my favorite. Civvie clothes, so comfortable it's like they're made from the best Asari fabric after spending so long in the armor…" With a smile she rubs her talons (which she keeps covered with a pair of casual gloves) over the collar of her shirt, what I can only imagine is reveling in the fact that she's free from her armor again.

"Yeah they sure look comfortable! A lot like my lazy day set I have here, hah. I like the color, though. It's nice. That dark blue really accents your eyes." I compliment. After I said that, though, I barely noticed a hint of blue on the thinner parts of her face-plates. Is she blushing? I thought, wondering how a friendly comment could be taken badly. Oh. I see, she probably thought I was hitting on her… damn. "Sorry, didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable at all. Just meant they were really nice…" I say, a bit awkwardly after my small revelation.

"N-no, it's fine, I know you didn't mean anything by it. We're still friends" She admitted, her very slight blush fading, replaced by another warm turian smile. And so, our lives went on like this for the next two weeks. I would have to go to work, of course, for my eight hour shifts nearly every day, but while I was gone Visia would spend her time on our internet researching, watching her shows on my T.V., or exercising. She was getting more and more excited to go home, she told me, but at the same time, she admitted she would miss me when she had to leave.

I had to admit to myself, too, that I would miss my new turian friend. Not only just the conversation and the fact that she's an alien, but that I liked having her around. It felt like getting to meet her was some sort of fate, that we were meant to be close friends. So, as the days counted by, and she received communications that her ship would arrive any day now to pick her up, led us both into a bit of a sad state.

One Monday (two weeks after our first weekend together) started out normally. I was leaving for my job, Visia was finishing up her breakfast. I waved goodbye with a smile as I headed outside, hopped in my car, and started on my way to the ER. I noticed on the side of the road at the end of my drive was a black sedan, dark tinting. I got an odd feeling about the car but passed it off as a fluke when I noticed the hazards on. People broke down on this service road all the time, no reason to think otherwise, so I turned on my way.

The day at work turned out to be fairly uneventful, again, with the exception of George giving me odd looks every time I spotted him. It was almost like he was mad at me for something. Then again, he always was pretty moody, and my overall lack of excitement that day kept me from worrying as I walked out the door after my shift was up. Another boring ride home, and I pulled up my drive, hopping out of my car to go see Visia as soon as I could. I heard her unlock the door for me, stepping out into the cool evening air with her trademark smile, one which I returned until hers suddenly disappeared, replaced with a look of fear and worry.

Confused, I turned around and saw several dark vans and cars rushing up to my house from nearly every angle. They stopped a fair distance out, and several men and women in all-black combat gear stepped out. They were armed to the teeth, with what looked like M-4 Carbines, 12 Gauge Shotguns, even the occasional scoped marksman rifle. I was dumbstruck as they simultaneously aimed towards us, their laser sights making many red dots dance around on our chests. As the two of us stood still, a single man in a two-piece suit, dark Ray-Ban style glasses, and ear piece walked forward.

"Agent Coburn, CIA. You, Dr. Hartford and that, that thing stay right where you are. One move, and I won't hesitate to have my men take the both of you out"

Case Notes: Ooooh cliff hanger! Suspense! What happens next chapter? The more reviews, follows, and favs this story gets the more I'm encouraged to keep the pace going on new postings, so keep it coming!

And yes it's a bit shorter but brace yourselves for next chapter, shit goes down!

(Sneak Preview: Visia and Cole both get pasted by the CIA)