The rescue teams were small. Most of the soldiers and citizens well enough to move were helping with the injured that weren't buried under rubble. Evacuation teams could barely move through most of London. The rest of the world wasn't much better off, but London was where the final fight had been. Right before Shepard made it onto the crucible and destroyed the reapers. No one questioned who it was. They all know it was Shepard who had ran right into the heart of chaos and saved all their skins from burning in the fire.

Now she was missing, half the technology on Earth and in the rest of the universe wasn't working, and to top it all Shepard and the Normandy was missing. Their symbol of hope was out there somewhere maybe dead, well let's admit it, most likely dead. The chase that she could be alive helped with recruiting for volunteers. Your hero might be dead do you might as well convince everyone they could be her savior as long as they help doctors handle the injure.

"Find anything?"

Grunt kicks away a rock of cement from under his feet. He reloads his gun before looking over his shoulder. He wasn't very surprised, but he hadn't expected Wrex to bother following him when he had the rest of the krogans to rally. Grunt grumbles as he shoots a dead banshee. It's body fell apart from the blast.

"Garbage. Nothing but trash and enemies that are already dead." Grunt finally answers. "I want something to fight."

There was an unspoken reason he was out there. One that was unnecessary to announce out loud between them. Grunt climbs up the collapse side of a building. He couldn't tell what these human structures had been once but he has been around humans enough to tell the difference between the important ones from the non-important ones. Using that he could guess how many soldiers or random humans had been in each during the fight. On Tuchanka it was simpler. On Tuchanka there wouldn't be this much to dig through to reach people, the planet was mostly rubble already. A little more would barely make a difference.

Wrex walks up the destroyed wall, joining Grunt at the top. They had been fighting for hours when the red light came out of nowhere and finished the job for them. The rest were happy the fight was over and won but some of the krogan felt as if they had had kills taken from them. That wasn't how Wrex or Grunt saw it though. Wrex elbows the younger Krogan and almost knocks him over. Grunt barely acknowledges, giving Wrex a threatening glare it after he caught his balance, to show that if he wanted a fight Grunt was ready for another one.

"Come on we have work to do. If anyone else finds Shepard then us we'll never get a chance to get close to her." Wrex says knowing that if anyone else took her in she would be dishearten by the fact it wasn't one of her crew, and the media would be all over her using their relics cameras they had brought out of storage to record the rebuilding.

Grunt just grunts before jumping off the top of the pile and running ahead. His gravelly voice shouting, "Shepaaaard!" As he goes.

Wrex shakes his head. The kid wasn't subtle. Krogan hardly were, but Wrex already knew what he was like. He jumps down and goes to the left as Grunt charges farther right. The air on Earth was different from how Wrex had imagined it. Shepard always described it as furious with a cool chill to it. She said it could cut some people to their bones, but still she loved the weather and angry winds on Earth. This weather was tamed. A bit of a disappointment if he was being honest. After that battle the other species were glad of the clear skies.

Wrex looks around. There was no sign of her yet. There was still a lot of ground to cover though. When the citadel crashed it fell into multiple pieces. Earth's atmosphere had torn it apart and set it aflame as it fell. The three largest all fell in London. The rest have fallen elsewhere on Earth.

Wrex walks over to a charred box. WHen he got closer he realizes it was a room that had been on the citadel. He runs around looking for a door or hole he could get through. When he couldn't find one he rams into one of the more charred side of the room and made his own entrance. He falls into a desk as he walks inside. The whole room was on it's side. Looking up he saw the doorframe above him, whatever happened to the door there was no sign of it now. He looks down and saw the shattered windows and what remained of the glass shards. What catches his eye was the closed closet that was set off to the side. He looks around for anything else that might hold the commander before shoving himself away from the desk, and jumping the rest of the way down. If needed he could just shoot himself a way out. He marches over a pulls the door open. It was empty. Of course he wouldn't be that lucky. It didn't even make sense for Shepard to even be in a closet. She would never cower in one. How could she even had found one when she had blown up the darn reapers with the crucible? For a moment Wrex felt frozen. Somehow he felt a massive amount of pain but he wasn't injured. Bending down he stares into the darkness of the closet. Shepard was alive. She had to be. He had thought her dead when the Citadel had been attacked and she wasn't. She had her ship blown to bits and was sent flying through space, let she lived. She had to be alive. Wrex or Grunt would find her and then they would all have drinks and laugh about this. Just like all those other near death experiences that almost had them. They would find her, if nothing else, then her body at least.

Grunt charges through the rubble. Most of the other buildings were still standing. The ones that he was walking on were the ones the Reapers and the crucible destroyed. He wanted to knock them all down since the blast didn't. If everything was leveled then he would feel better. Grunt slows down. He raises his weapon and loads it. He could hear breathing, but he couldn't see who it belonged to or where it came from.

Grunt listens intently before following the sound. The breathing was ragged, long, and weak. Someone who was definitely injured. He becomes more frantic while he searches. "Who's there? Shepard?" He calls out as the breathing becomes increasingly shallow.

He follows the breathing to a large slab of concrete. Under it he could see armor, but he could not make out what species it belonged. He plants his feet firmly into the ground as he pushes himself to lift the concrete slab. With a loud grunt he tosses it away and looks down. He stops breathing heavily and instead frowns. "Not Shepard." He picks up the heavily injured Asari and sets them on his shoulder. He turns on his communicator and tells one of his squad to come and get the Asari from him. Grunt sets them down on a rock and stacks up three pieces of concrete against each other to almost form a pyramid. The soldier was told to look for it. Grunt double checks to make sure the injured Asari was still alive before he turns his back to the soldier and continues his search.

The next time he stops was when he was standing outside a part of the crucible that was mostly intact. "If Shepard is anywhere she may be here." He says out loud before he starts to look around. "Shepard! SHEPAAAARD!" He continues to call out as he walks through what use to be a hallway. There were now holes in the ceiling and floor. He was careful not to step in any of them so he didn't fall through. He calls out again. A little louder than before. He wasn't sure how much louder he could shout or how much louder he would need to before Shepard responded.

When the hall stops, he came to a room with no roof. The walls were all gone and all that stood in it was a circular platform. Grunt walks over to it and saw it was scorched. There was nothing remarkable about it, but it smelt of fire and humans. It was burnt to much for him to be able to tell if the human or one of the humans that had been near this were Shepard or not. He decides to follow the smell anyways. It could lead to her. Grunt frowns as spots a burnt hat on the floor a few feet away. All that was left was the front of it. The bright red seven of the N7 sigil brand on it was smudge with ash. Grunt frowns and walks away. He didn't even bother picking the hat up. It wasn't Shepard's. She never wore hats. She wouldn't even wear her helmets unless it was absolutely necessary.

"It messes up my hair. How can I shoot straight if my hair is in my eyes?" Shepard would tell Tali whenever she voiced her concern for Shepard's head, and the threat of it getting blown off in the middle of a battle if she couldn't get it on fast enough.

Grunt always shook his head and told the quarian, "Humans may be soft but Shepard's head is made battle ready." Then they would head butt and Shepard would give Tali a huge smile.

"I don't see how headbutting krogans proves anything."

"Of course you don't quarian."

"Now Grunt, play nice. Tali I promise I'll wear my helmet during firefights more often."

"Thank you."

Grunt walks on. He was done shouting now. He was still on the trail of the human scent. There was a loud crackle from above him. Looking up he could see dark clouds forming, and with them came a flash of light that fell to the grow and struck a large structure. Soon after something wet fell onto his head. Great it was raining. He had to hurry. Grunt rushes as the scent becomes fainter. He lost the scent completely when he arrived at a shattered dome. On the other side of it was a reaper's remains. The dome's floor was in large jagged pieces which were lying in an assortment of ways. Grunt was careful as he navigates his way through them. The rain was increasing in intensity and the lighting began to struck closer to him the closer he was to one of these pieces. So he decided to avoid them. Something snaps under him. He doesn't give it a second thought. Or he didn't until a raspy voice called out to him.

"G-grun. Grunt?"

He turns his head quickly and start searching for it's source. He finally spots her lying next to a broken solar cell. Shepard's suit was burnt, cut, and completely gone in some places. The bruises and sores that were on her arms, legs, and face were all sorts of colors and sizes. Her lips were cracked and cut, and she had a huge gash going down one side of her face. Her chest plate was barely still on her. The only part of her that didn't seem different or damaged was her name tags.

"Shepard!" Grunt says with alarm. He had never seen her so, harmed.

She smiles up at him. "Did we win?"

Grunt started to nod as he bent down to pick her up but her head fell to the side and her eyes closed. Grunt didn't know if she had seen his answer or not but it didn't matter right now. He picks her up as gently as he could. A lot more carefully than many would think a krogan possibly could. He turns on his comm. and tells Wrex that he had found her. Next he calls his temporary squad and orders one for them to go to the nearest medical center and find a bed for Shepard. Even if he had to tear another patient out of it. Afterwards he hangs up and begins carrying her back. She felt so light and frail in his arms.

"Don't worry Shepard." The unspoken words. 'I got you.' Rang through his head. He wouldn't say them because she already knew. That was why she slept so soundly in his arms with the ghost of a smile gracing her lips.