Ten Bones: Nothing to say really, just an idea that's been stuck in my mind for a while now. I own nothing.

-Chapter 1: Distraction-

Kai Leng had been ordered back to the Citadel less than a solar day after his botched assassination on the Councilors. Much to his displeasure he wasn't returning to finish his original mission, instead he was doing a little clean up. A certain agent had been killed during the attack, one that had been carrying something the Illusive Man wanted, and that was all that mattered. Now he was stuck crawling through one of the larger vents that emptied out into an elevator shaft. Once he was out of the vent and inside the shaft it would be a straight shot down to the ward where the body should still be waiting, unless collected by C-Sec or one of the insect-like Keepers.

He reached the end of the vent and waited. A few minutes passed before an elevator car descended and in a stroke of luck, stopped some six feet below his position. It was an easy task of sliding to the edge of the vent and dropping noiselessly onto the top of the car. The car began to rise, but that could be easily remedied by disposing of the occupants inside. With a slow, careful precision he opened the small door that would allow him into the car under his feet, and he couldn't believe his luck at who stood inside.

Though she had traded in her obnoxiously bright armor for her military uniform and an overlarge black jacket he instantly recognized Commander Shepard. Her arms were lazily shoved into the pockets of her jacket and she impatiently shifted her weight between either leg as she waited in front of the doors, her back to the assassin lurking above. To Leng's delight she wasn't armed, and he doubted whatever hand-to-hand training she had received in the Alliance could defend against an attack, at least not one he delivered.

He pulled away from the trap door and stood up casting a glance at the pair of power conduits on either side of the opening. He drew the sword that had long replaced the knife he once carried and drove the blade into the first conduit, then the second. Electricity arced out around the conduits as they failed and the elevator pulled to an abrupt halt. It was satisfying to hear the alien-loving woman under him hit the floor of the elevator and groan from the pain of impact; it wouldn't be all she endured that day.

Before Shepard had regained her footing Leng slipped in, his feet silently touching down behind her. The woman got back to her feet and pulled out her omni-tool, oblivious to her company. The orange glow projected itself over her left arm and she started fiddling with the tool's projection.

Running diagnostics, it won't do any good Shepard. He thought, a hundred other things going through his mind, each a violent way to end the woman. Before he could decide, a long blade unfolded on her arm and she whipped around to attack.

She lunged at him with the omni-blade. He threw his arm up and blocked the blade before it could get too close. His other hand flew out and gripped her wrist tightly, enough so her hand numbed and the tool fell to the metal floor with a loud clatter; he smashed it under his foot, no use in leaving it for her to make another grab for. Shepard brought her remaining hand up in a tight fist, but before she could throw the punch Leng had turned and thrown her against the back of the elevator. She turned back around, but she was too slow to get in another attack before he gripped both her wrists, pinned them above her head and slammed his knees into hers. She was affectively trapped.

There was murder in her eyes as she looked up. "You son of a bitch!" She snarled at him and fought against his hold.

He had expected a better fight. Commander Shepard, the first human Spectre, the Savior of the Citadel, the woman who had destroyed the Collectors, the ideal of humanity, was reduced to little more than a pathetic woman struggling against a far superior enemy. The thought put a smile on his face; the great Commander Shepard, his captive. The power of it was intoxicating, better than butchering that krogan with a knife or finally ending the Reaper-monster that Grayson had become, greater than anything he'd experienced before. All good things had to end he knew, he could only relish in her defeat for so long; he still had a job to do after all.

Shepard winced when Leng dragged her left hand against the wall towards the other he still kept an iron grip on. He made sure both of her wrists were secured in one hand before he lowered the other to her neck, wrapping his fingers around her throat and slowly squeezing, adding a little more pressure as each second ticked by. She glared hard at him even as he choked the air out of her, a fighter to the very end.

Yes, she was a fighter, and that was why The Illusive Man had made it clear that she wasn't to die just yet. He reluctantly lessened the grip on her throat; the pressure might make her black out after a few minutes, but it would no longer kill her. Shepard could still be useful to humanity, to Cerberus, and that was the only thing that saved her. It was mindboggling that a woman like her could be useful to Cerberus.

She was a resourceful and loyal soldier, albeit to the wrong cause, and that was all he could compliment her on. Shepard consorted with aliens, hell she had actually stomached sleeping with one. The woman was foolishly idealistic, rash and self-righteous in her actions. And she was attractive, he realized as he inspected her face, despite the hate in her eyes and the vicious snarl on her lips. On a whim Leng smashed his mouth to hers, just to see what the human ideal tasted like.

The commander let out a muffled noise somewhere between a scream and a growl. Her teeth clamped down on his lower lip and he could feel the flesh split. For a moment he pulled away, his tongue rushing to the injury where the metallic tang of blood spread and settled over it. He enjoyed the challenge she presented. For the moment one of the most feared and respected of his species belonged to him, he intended to show her that.

The grip on her wrists became tighter, the hand at her throat shifted and went to her jaw forcing her head up at a more painful angle as his mouth came crashing back down. His body pressed against hers letting her feel how nothing but a military uniform and light combat suit separated their forms. Shepard fought again, bit at him again. Leng pulled his legs back just enough to slam his knees back against hers and force a cry of pain from her, his ravenous mouth devouring the sound.

Only when he was satisfied with his taste did Kai Leng pull his mouth away. His hand returned to her throat and applied the proper pressure; she glared and struggled to curse him until her body fell limp and unconscious. He let the woman fall to the floor with a dull thud. She would wake soon enough no worse for wear, but he needed to catch another elevator before that. After all, he still had a job to do.

-.-.-.-

"You retrieved the data?" The Illusive Man's image questioned from the control board of the small shuttle Kai Leng piloted towards the Widow Relay.

"Yes," came Leng's short reply.

He caught the silver haired man's eyes shift slightly, towards the small cut still marring his lip. The Illusive Man took a long drag of his cigarette before continuing. "Were there complications?"

"None that couldn't be handled," he responded.

The Illusive Man nodded. "I'll take your word on that Leng. When you return we'll have your next mission to discuss."

"Understood," he said before the image of the man disappeared.

Alone he had time to reflect on his mission, and how smoothly it had gone despite a small distraction. Almost unconsciously his tongue flickered over the wound Shepard had dealt him. For an alien-loving whore, she had tasted damn good.

Ten: And there you all have it. Please share your thoughts, as I'm interested to see the feedback.