He is roasting under the hot sun, the sand under him and the salty smell of the ocean lingering in the air. The waves breaking at the beach with the characteristic sound and Garrus turns to lay on his belly, his chestplates already heated up.

A soft sigh leaving his throat, his mandibles twitch and he smacks with his mouth as a new smell fills his nose, causing it to wiggle. "Hmmm" he hums softly, too lazy to open his eyes, been far too long since he could really relax, lay around and just do nothing. However, for some reason, he can't get the nap he so desperately wants, so fucking needs.

A few more shuffles and turns and he gives up, his hands sinking in the warm sand as he pushes himself up, an almost inaudible groan of frustration rumbles in his chest. His eyes still closed as he sits on his knees, wiping his hands on his thighs to get rid of the sand. Eyes blinking open slowly, head laid back and the sun burning on his face. "Water…" he says to no one as he finally gets to his feet, his eyes getting used to the bright light, sun reflecting off the sand and water.

After a few more seconds, he's finally able to see. To see where he is and he can't help the slight confusion as he recognizes the beach as the private beach of his family back in Cipritine on Palaven. Something isn't right here but right now he can't tell it. Shrugging it off as the confusion of someone who hasn't slept in a long time.

Kicking the sand under his feet his eyes wander from the beautiful glass house at the beach, over the trees who mark the border of the private property, and finally to the light blue but otherwise crystal clear ocean. Feeling how his body is nearly boiling from, only the spirits know how many, hours under the sun, it's not long until his feet carry him to the water, an almost obscene moan as it splashes against his thighs, plays around his feet.

The scenery was almost too beautiful and too perfect to be true, and he felt like something was missing but he can't say what, not even if his life would depend on it. Why am I so fucking confused…? His three-fingered hand rubs his forehead as he walks deeper into the water, at least until it reaches his hips, so he can kneel in it, get completely refreshed. A shame I can't swim… But he won't dare to try it now.

Slight shivers run through his tall and slender body as the ice cold water reaches his knees, his thighs and then ultimately his groin plates. A hiss and a chuckle, Thank god my plates keep my cock save from the fucking ice water, and he kneels, cool liquid filling his cowl, his core temperature decreasing rapidly, just what he needed right now, and still, something wasn't right here. Something is missing and he has to figure out what the hell it is.

Just as he turns around, ready to leave the sea he sees light in the house at the beach someone is definitely there. His parents? His sister? Who else could it be? They're the only ones with the access code to the house. Maybe someone's breaking in?

A low, threatening growl erupts in his throat as he sprints out of the water, splashing loud. Garrus doesn't even wonder why he approaches like a damn rookie, not like he's one of the fucking best Spectre's in this fucking galaxy.

Water turns into sand, his long legs bringing him close to the house fast, his head snaps to where he was laying in the beginning. Where the fuck was his armor? His damn pistol?

Sighing he finally turns on his professional mode, sneaking up the stairs on the side of the building, the windows reflecting the sun, making it impossible to see inside from where he was standing right now. Heart beating faster, adrenaline level rising as usual when he was on a mission, making him more focused, more concentrated.

Two more stairs, one big step and he was standing near the side entrance to the house. Someone was definitely in there, he heard feet running around, a female voice saying something incomprehensible, muffled through the walls.

Holding his breath Garrus waits for the noises to get quieter until he can't hear anything anymore, only then he opens the door as gentle and quiet as possible. His nose wiggles again at the smell he smelled earlier down at the beach, much stronger this time. For some reason Garrus calms down, his heartrate dropping noticeable as he sets foot in the wooden kitchen, walking around the counter.

The answer to his question so close as he passes the fridge, coming closer to the hallway that separates the kitchen from the living area and where a staircase leads up to the bedrooms. They're upstairs… his head wandering to the stairs, someone definitely running around up there, someone who can't belong here. But why doesn't it feel wrong then?

With a hand on the wall he sneaks to the staircase, jackets hanging on the wardrobe, turian, child. Sol's no doubt. The stairs creak a bit under his weight as he walks, his mandibles clasped to his face. Just a few more steps and he would finally figure the fuck out what the hell is going on here.

Something causes him to hesitate as he reaches the upper floor, the noises coming from the right side, his bedroom. One deep inhale and he holds his breath as he walks there, blinking in confusion about what he hears. The sun must have fried your fucking brain, turian. He shakes his head, his hand on the doorhandle.

"Garrus?"

He snaps around, no one there.

"Garrus, wake up."

A long and loud groan as he slowly wakes, sitting on the shitty bunk, his back aching from the hard bed and wall. His eyes focus and he sees who woke him. Jane was standing at his cell, a trey with food in his hand and a smile on her face.

"Food." She motions to the trey.

He was glad to see her but still… What the fuck was I dreaming?