A/N: Yay! Chapter 4 is done. I'm not real happy with this one, but it is what it is. The next one should have more action. Thanks to everyone who's been reading and reviewing. Enjoy.

Sam Jensen watched as his squad leader strolled away from the bar with the man they were supposed to take into custody. Something was off. Taryn didn't slip up, at least not like he'd just witnessed. She was supposed to get in good with the target, but this was pushing the line. There were still two days before they would take Leng down, which meant Taryn shouldn't be going anywhere with him alone. It wasn't like her to take these kinds of risks. He needed more information, something that hinted at what she was planning.

On the counter at the bar waited the data pad, pushed aside and forgotten. Sam casually made his way over and picked it up. There should have been a blank screen, its message should have been erased immediately after receipt. Had she really become so careless? He'd never seen Taryn make these kind of mistakes in all they years they had known each other.

According to the information, Trien Denon had murdered a group of salariens before fleeing from the astroid. He could only conclude that Taryn convinced Leng to follow him. And they would need to follow him, but not like this. They needed to confer, to establish a new plan, to distribute new orders. No, this definitely wasn't right. She wasn't safe and they needed to go after her.

"Captain," Sam radioed to the ship.

"What is it, Chief?"

He hesitated for a moment to find the words he needed, "I believe Ritter may be in over her head. She left with Leng and neglected to relay instructions, sir."

Static over the radio crackled in his ear before his captain spoke again. "Do you know where they're headed?"

Sam look down at the data pad again. "I found evidence that suggests they're following the turian to Illium."

"Gather the team. We're going to Illium."

The space port was a welcome sight. Through the long windows, Taryn could see his ship. Cloaked in a sleek black and devoid of any markings, nothing to give it away as Cerberus. The craft held an air of mystery, mirroring that of it operator. It was fitting transport for someone as illusive as Kai Leng.

The door slid open granting them access to the ship. Once she stepped foot inside she would be on Leng's playing field. There would be no turning back, no way of contacting her team, no chance she'd have anyone at her back. She would be alone with one of the most dangerous fugitives in the galaxy. Forget going by the book, this wasn't even in the library. Her actions were so far off the grid she wasn't even sure what she was doing anymore. All she cared about was keeping Kai Leng in her sight. Too many years and too much effort had been put into tracking him down and she wasn't about to loose him now. Dread rose within her, a warning she should have heeded, but she trounced it down before following the dark assassin over the threshold.

The interior was unmistakably Cerberus. Bright lighting and pale surfaces gave the illusion of a clean, sterile environment. High tech equipment was everywhere, some of which she'd never seen before. Yellow Cerberus emblems were plastered on nearly every surface inside the vessel. Yet, somehow, its cold mechanics yielded to an equally appealing presence of luxury.

"You're with Cerberus, then?" Taryn asked as she trailed Leng to the cockpit area.

"Yes, and I hope for your sake that isn't going to be a problem," he told her, a note of ruthlessness to his tone.

"On the contrary, I find it comforting," she lied, taking a seat next to him, "and a bit alluring."

Though, Kai Leng had busied himself with the controls, her inducement hardly fell on deaf ears. He dared not look at her. A reaction would only encourage her and if she continued they could easily be spending a few more hours on Omega. If there was one thing he didn't lack it was control, and he wasn't about to lose it to her, even if his body demanded otherwise.

Despite his efforts, he still caught glimpses of her in his peripherals. Her long, tantalizing legs filled his head with lustful thoughts. Flawless legs that would look even better wrapped around his waist, gifting him with the heaven in between them. It took all he had to refocus his attention on steering the ship out of port.

Leng's silence made her uncomfortable. Without the distraction of his arrogant remarks, she was more aware than ever of her current vulnerabilities. Her lack of preferred firearms. The absents of her favorite armor. Hell, forget the armor, she would have been happy just to have some clothes that covered more of her body. The mini dress had nearly out lived its usefulness and Taryn was ready to trade it in for jeans and a t-shirt.

None of that came close to the true weakness she had to face. Any time she got within feet of him she couldn't think straight. Her logic would take a back seat to the needs she'd been neglecting for the past tree years. This was the one scenario she'd hoped to avoid, instead she'd landed herself right in the middle of it. If that's what it took to bring him to justice, she would just have to make it work.

It wasn't until after he set the vessel on course for the mass relay that Kai Leng finally turned to her. Pushing aside the impulse to touch her, he stood and walked towards the back of the ship.

"Where are you going?" Taryn asked, puzzled.

"To find you some clothes."

She followed, refusing to let him leave her line of sight. Not like he'd have anywhere to go, they were in the middle of space, but she couldn't take any chances. He had slipped from her grasp too many times. If Leng could escape a high security prison, she had no doubt he would find a way off this vessel if it came to that.

"Is my attire a distraction?" she guessed, watching him rummage through a storage locker. Secretly, she was relieved by the idea of changing. It would be to her advantage if she could keep him distracted, but not at this price.

More than you know, he thought. Not that he'd admit it to her. "It's going to be a long trip and I doubt you'll want to face the turian in that little scrap of fabric."

Thankfully, his point was valid. Her wardrobe was somewhat of an over site given the change in plans. Even so, the unexpected gesture of charity didn't slip past her. There had to be more to it than that. The only way he would agree to giving her anything was if he had something to gain by it, or if it was favorable to the alternative.

The shirt and pants he handed her bore the same Cerberus emblem that dotted the ship's interior. She gave him a droll look. "I think I'll keep my own outfit on," she added stubbornly, not wanting to seem to eager.

Kai Leng grabbed her around the waist with one hand while he held her chin in the other. Before she even knew what was happening, he pulled her into a searing kiss. Taryn's lips parted of their own accord in an daring invitation. The feel of his lean body against her's and the exquisite taste of his mouth left her mind reeling. Her hunger matched his as she returned the action, meeting him on his own level.

Regaining her bearings, she pulled away. Shame washed over her. She needed to put space between them. It no longer mattered what her alias would do in this situation, if she spent one more second in his arms… She didn't even want to think about it. Luckily, in this case, Leng seemed to think the same.

Touching his thumb to her lower lip, he moved back. "I highly suggest you change."

Taryn swallowed hard. Words abandoned her. All she could do was nod her head in agreement as she moved to the small restroom beside her.

When the door slid shut, she leaned against it, trying to breathe deep and slowly. Not that it helped any. The feel of his hands and lips lingered, their phantom touch fueling the passion she hated to acknowledge. It was wrong on every level, but no matter what she did to convince herself otherwise, there was no denying it. She wanted him.

Leng cursed himself as he headed back to man the vessel. The kiss was supposed to be a threat to put her in her place. Somehow it had turned into more of a heated promise of what she would do to him if he allowed it. A promise that left him painfully hard for her. If she hadn't pulled away when she did, he would have taken her right there. It was a game he was used to playing, but every move he made seemed to produce an outcome he hadn't counted on. This woman was more and more unpredictable. While part of him enjoyed that fact to no end, he also knew how inexplicably dangerous it could become. He knew nothing about her. Even though her identity checked out, she didn't fit the mold. Whoever she was, it wasn't Breana Haze. Which left the question, who was she?