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A/N: I love how this scenario perfectly popped in my head even though I need to do homework for science. Can’t have sh*t in Environmental Science
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Description: Now that Connor’s a deviant, he can now confidently ask questions that would’ve been weird before. However, you’re not an exact expert on the subject - which Hank was gladly to point out. Good thing it led to something great though.
Of course, out of all of the employees working at the police station, Fowler decided that you didn’t need much sleep, and that it should be you who opens the police station. You were already dried out from working last night, but no one else was available. You being the transfer from [city name], you of course weren’t well known yet by the people here. You would debate it, considering you have been here for more than just a while, give or take 6 freaking months.
It was a rough start. You being the only tech savvy person in your previous location, you were moved to Detroit. You heard a lot of things about that place, one of them being known as “Android City.” You had no prejudice against the whole deviant uprising that happened last year, you haven’t even met an android.
Although, you might have - maybe you encountered one that took off their LED ring before meeting you.
But this android that stood in front of you definitely kept his LED: Connor.
“Good morning Detective [L/N], I prepared you coffee…but I wasn’t sure how many creamers or sugars you usually applied on a daily basis. I hope a ratio of 5 creamers and 3 sugars work for you.” You can see in his eyes that he has never made coffee before. Which makes sense, since his coworker mostly leans towards alcohol.
“Again with the formalities Connor? I’ve been here frequently enough, just call me [Y/N]. Um, and I don’t really measure out my creamers and sugars on a level that precise, Connor. But a 5 to 3 ratio sounds just about right,” You smiled, taking a sip of the coffee. Wow, [favorite coffee], he even got your favorite type of roast right.
“I’m surprised, both at you making me coffee and you being here in general. As far as I knew, Fowler asked me to open the station. Did he ask you too?”
You weren’t sure if your eyes were working properly, but you swore to anything religious that Connor’s cheeks were flushing a baby blue color.
“I’m sorry, did I say something wrong?”
“Oh, no. No, not at all,” Oh you can tell by the look of his face that he was not a good liar, “It’s that you worked very hard to tolerate the level of incompetence Hank showed to you last night while working on one of our cases. I wanted to make it up to by helping you open the police station in the morning.”
Awe, that’s sweet of him. But considering you’re a detective as well, you knew that his body language did not match with what he was saying at all. Something was up with Connor. His eyes, they were wandering, almost as if they’re trying to wait for the right to to say something - or maybe ask.
You didn’t want to be inappropriate though and say what goes off the top of your head. That would be irrational. And for the last six months you were sprouting a reputation for reading people well. You were the perfect person to go for when there was a stubborn suspect in an investigation.
“Well, thanks for doing that Connor, I really appreciate it. I’m assuming you came here by yourself?”
“No. Hank is actually with me, he’s at his desk because Fowler scolded him for his failure to organize his desk.” Chuckling at that statement, you relaxed your posture a bit. Connor always managed to get you to relax at some point during your job. It was one of the things you really liked about him, not just as an android but as an overall living being. Detroit was a dangerous place, especially now of the increased chances of crimes being committed by deviants.
Connor made you feel protected a little. You would love to tell him everything that he made you feel, but you know nothing when it came to romance. You had your temporary crushes here and there, but they never consisted, much less grew to a more romantic level.
Even if you were to go after Connor, you don’t even know if Androids are naturally capable of developing romantic feelings, or if they need to go to Cyberlife and purchase an additional piece of hardware or a software update for that.
“[Y/N]? Can I ask you a question?” You were right, at some point he was going to ask a question. And by the way you were looking at his eyes directly, you have a reason to believe he thinks the answer is subjected to be a little personal. For you, you can excuse it since he’s the android that’s the robot version of Sheldon Cooper than of a Calvin Klein model.
“Shoot.” You smiled, making sure that if he was going to ask his question - he should also be able to feel not as pressured or nervous.
As you two walked back to your desk with your coffee in hand, he asked, with a very deep breath, “What is it like to kiss someone?”
You weren’t gonna lie, you were slightly taken aback from the question. A part of you expected a raunchier question but asked in an innocent tone. But no, this was a very fluffy question asked in an innocent way.
And this is also by far, the toughest question you were asked to answer, because you haven’t kissed anyone - on the lips, that is.
Taking a sip of your coffee, you contemplated about your answer. But Connor didn’t know what your response was going to be.
Internally Connor believes that he just royally screwed the big shot of getting closer to you. Looking at your expression, it doesn’t even look like there’s any signs that you can’t answer it. Therefore, leading to speculate you might know how to answer the question, meaning that you’ve kissed people before. Which isn’t what he wanted at all! he hoped for you to respond no and for him to flirt back saying, ‘Can I be your first?’
“The best way that I can describe kissing someone would be-” before you were going to continue winging your answer/responding to the question specifying kisses on the cheek or forehead, Hank stepped in.
“You know Connor, there are better people to ask that type of question, and one of those people is definitely not [Y/N]. Hell, even I could give a better response than what she can.”
You had no words. No words, no thoughts. You head was just empty and baffled that Hank had the audacity to talk over you and claim you were inexperienced. Which is true, but it still hurt.
Good thing your sass came in handy.
“Hank, shouldn’t you uh,” you tilted your head to the direction of the bags of trash surrounding his desk, “throw those bags of trash somewhere? Maybe bring the lint roller too for your Sumo-infested jacket?” Smiling, you can already see him grimace in annoyance before he grabbed the bags and made his way to the back. Your sass was either a great thing to have or a terrible enemy for Hank.
As you sighed, Connor spoke out, “You didn’t finish, [Y/N].”
Blinking a few times, you thought, ‘Show and tell…Show and tell…’
“You know what Connor, you’re right. Here’s what I was trying to say.”
And like the badass detective you were, you kissed Connor - on the lips.
While no one was around.
It’s safe to say that Connor was in shock. While yes, he got what he wanted in his attempt to flirt, but it completely reversed on him. it was supposed to be HIM that initiates the kiss, but he can excuse this. After all, at least one of you two initiated it.
And he liked it. He always liked how you performed your job, how you managed to keep your calm in stressful situations, and you welcoming smile. It warmed him so much that he wanted to get closer to you, so that maybe he could feel even warmer. The way you would get a confession out of suspects better than him, the perfect prototype himself, excited him. If you didn’t have such a relaxed posture, he might have proposed that you were a carefully crafted android.
But you weren’t. You were a beautiful, intelligent human being. So captivating, he wanted you to be his first kiss.
After a few seconds with your lips intertwined with his, you pulled away slowly to fully feel the sensual bliss you both achieved from that surprising move.
“Ah…So, you do know how to kiss. And in an alluring way, no doubt.” Connor smiled, but now it was your turn to be nervous as he was before when he gave you your coffee.
Cupping your cheek, you defended yourself, “Oh! Oh no! I mean- no, I’ve never kissed anyone before- o-on the mouth that is…You’re..actually my first kiss.”
Connor replaced your hand with his, his now cupping you cheek, gently, as if he hasn’t felt the touch of skin for eternity.
“I suppose it is no surprise either that you are my first kiss as well. Call it intuition, if you will, but I believe this is an indicator of a great relationship.”
Holding his cupped hand, you giggled gleefully, “Actually Connor, the first kiss is usually done way later in a relationship than the immediate start of one. So…I guess that’s my fault.”
Connor’s face shifted from a soft admiration to a perplexed confusion, “Why would you blame yourself? I found your action romantic. Astonishingly cute, if I…might add.” His previous tint of baby blue in his cheeks washed more to now be a deeper hue of thirium.
Grinning for a second, you finally regained your composure after your little show, “Then I guess it’s official. How about making it more immersive by going out on a date after this? I know a great donut shop- Oh…wait you can’t eat food..”
Shaking his head, Connor reassured you, “If you mean Dahlia’s Donuts that’s five blocks away from here, then I’ll be happy to accept. Near the location is a small park, would that be okay with you?”
You almost wanted to pinch yourself after going through this conversation. There’s no way that you’re going on a date after you and Connor’s shift. There’s no way that he just said he recognized your all-time favorite donut shop and then stated he would take you on a walk to the park. But it is definitely a way, if that makes sense grammatically. But who gives a damn about grammar, you’re dating an android now.
“I- That would be great! I can’t wait for it then!” Just as you thought the conversation ended, Connor made his move to officially end it by pecking your cheek. You were definitely aware of how his lips felt there. It was firm, but soft enough for you to smooch them for a considerable amount of time. Connor took note of your blush, and smiled to himself.
Oh, but if only your moment with him could last longer.
“Hey! Fowler’s gonna be here any minute now, so get your asses to work before you two get written up!” You mumbled to yourself, ‘Goddamn Hank…’ before heading in to the other parts of the station to turn on again.
Connor’s cheeky smile didn’t go unnoticed by Hank, “Hey, what’s up with you Connor? Did you systems do a checkup and found everything perfect?”
As Hank chuckled to himself for his attempt at a joke, Connor absent-mindedly replied, “Even better Hank, I kissed [Y/N], and I even accomplished a date with her after her shift today.”
The moment Hank heard ‘kissed,’ he choked a little on his flask containing his favorite drink, “You what?” He looked at the android shocked, shocked at how Connor, of all humans and androids, managed to get 1) his first kiss 2) your first kiss 3) a date with you.
Hank couldn’t believe you two. But granted, he can believe it a little bit. After all, you two really do look like two dorks in love with each other.
Love how Aang had to sneak into the Fire Nation on a specific day of the year to get Roku to start talking to him while Kyoshi came back from the Spirit World just to tell a group of villagers “YES I DID kill your ancestor because he was a COLONIZER what are you going to DO about it??”
A/N: I literally have less than a month to prepare for four AP exams, and you know what I did? I paid more attention to my Forensics I class and watched a documentary about how to catch a liar and O.J. Simpson. Do I regret it? Nope. Did I practically write bout five thousand words for this fanfic because I really like the plot I just made and I’ll low-key start a part 2 draft? Oh hell yes, honey. Words: 5,007 Warnings: cussing I guess?
Oh boy. Let’s try to make it as interesting as my essays.
Summary: You were trying to find the right moment to talk with Connor, but he was always brash with you. Thinking that you were stupid for trying to befriend the wrong person, you go and vent to Gavin, your childhood friend. It wasn’t obvious yet, but Connor was falling for you. Unfortunately, he fell too deep and can’t get out. He plans to bring you with him.
You made a big leap from being a well known forensic scientist to working with one of the most recognized police departments in Detroit. Months ago, you wished to go and be hired from a normal precinct, where they were known for the little things, or perhaps just a different police station in Michigan, like Lansing. But no. Jesus decided to test you and your confidence by bringing you face to face with the android that could potentially replace you in a few days, in none other than Captain Fowler’s office. When you walked in, you accidentally interrupted his talking with a person in a blue-grey suit, and another older man with grey hair.
You didn’t know that the person was android until you got a more detailed look at him. He looked human, but his whole mannerisms and stares to you seemed as if he was an android. You weren’t entirely sure because you were only seeing the left side of his face, therefore you couldn’t see his LED ring from his right side.
“I’ll pretend like I didn’t hear that, so I don’t have to add any more pages to your disciplinary folder, ‘cause it already looks like a fuckin’ novel! This conversation is over!”
You froze. You didn’t want to leave a bad impression on your first day, so you tried to quickly close the door to where they didn’t know what you just did, but Fowler had eyes like a falcon - he saw you quick.
“Speaking of conversations, you can come in, L/N.” Shyly, you obeyed Fowler’s orders and walked in.
“My apologies for the bad timing, Captain. If you would like I can wait?” Your monotone voice slipped a little there from being so nervous. Fowler sounded like an incredibly nice person through the phone. Now that you’re hearing him cuss? Oh, man. People are great.
“Oh, no, no that’s perfectly fine. It’s time you’ll meet your first coworkers here.” Fowler motioned to the two people in front of you.
“To your left is Hank Anderson, one of our famous detectives. On your right is Connor, the RK800 prototype. Detectives, this is Y/N L/N, they were the forensic pathologist that solved the Chicago gang homicide.” You wish you could blush, but sadly after being in forensics for so long, it impacted you to keep a straight face through the blood and gore. Especially about Chicago…
You waved at both of them nonchalantly.
“Great. So we got a prototype and the weird scientist here in the precinct. What else is up on your sleeves Fow-”
“You go to Jimmy’s bar?” You asked Anderson since you saw some little things on his desk, “I know the owner since I was 17, and anyone who knows me gets a discount on the hard stuff.” You smiled, already detecting the smile on his face from this new gateway to more alcohol he just met.
“Well color me yellow, because I’m gonna be happy and hungover from the new friend I just made.” And with that, he patted your shoulder and went back to his desk. Chuckling, you looked towards the prototype Connor that was extending his hand out to you.
“Hello. My name is Connor. I’m the android sent by CyberLife. I’ve heard multiple things about you Mr/Ms. L/N, most of the accomplishments.” Internally blushing, you shook his hand back, and replied, “Well I just hope you don’t take away my newly found job here back home here, Connor.” You winked, trying to be as friendly to the android as possible. But that didn’t seem to work. He was almost confused at your gestures. Almost…annoyed? You were great at reading people’s emotions, not androids.
“It won’t take your job detective. We’re blessed to have you come back to us from Illinois. And we intend to keep you here as much as possible.” Fowler smiled, which you found rare because of how he was acting just a few minutes ago. But you didn’t mind it, the man was trying to be nice after all.
“Alright. so in that case, I follow where they go, Captain?”
“Yes. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a lot of things to do.” You nodded, saying your casual 'goodbye’ and 'have a nice day to him, and Connor the following suit.
You tried to find your new desk, but you really could when almost all the desks were identical. Just as Connor was about to follow Hank, you asked him for help.
“Hey Connor, do you know which of the desks here belong to me?”
Oh yeah, you could see that he was annoyed with you. You could already feel the flashbacks of you asking questions to your parents and them retorting with, “That’s a stupid question.” Connor represented those vibes right about now.
He furrowed his thin brown brows together, “T-the desk on the left side of Lieutenant Hank.” You looked at the said desk and saw a tag with your name on it.
“Oh, okay. Thanks, Con-”
“Yes. You’re welcome. I’ll be going now.”
Wow. Alright. You’ve never met an android, but you’re fairly sure there aren’t many androids out there that are programmed to interrupt you.
Going to the break room to get a coffee, you found yourself with two people that you never knew you would meet again.
Connor, in which you questioned why would he be in the break room unless he was going to watch the news, and Gavin Reed.
Gavin Reed, the man you were friends with since you were little. You remember him being a piece of crap to you at some times, and you come back at him. But that’s why you guys were a great pair. You both were saddened that you got a big scholarship to go to a private university in Chicago to study forensics. But you two managed to still communicate with each other. However, you planned to text him later today and meet up with him at a diner or bar. You didn’t expect him to be one of the detectives in the central station (While you were texting him you kind of thought he was in the south station).
You saw Gavin being Gavin, taunting the android and making snarky comments. Meanwhile, Connor just stood there unfazed by his words. Connor detected your presence and his eyes widened slightly? Damn, again? It hasn’t even been an hour and he already sees you again? He doesn’t exactly know why, but you’re just so… irritating. Is it your voice? Your body? Your hair? Your occupation? Whatever it is, he doesn’t want to know about it. It’s weird. Peculiar…
“Well well well, if it’s not the nerd!” Gavin launched himself at you and hugged, practically squeezed you tightly. You couldn’t believe how much you missed him. You almost wanted to cry at that moment because goddamn, you missed Gavin. And he missed you too.
“Why the hell didn’t you tell me you got a job here?! I would’ve prepared a prank and everything!” He exclaimed, laughing.
You laughed a hearty laugh, “I was going to SURPRISE you, that’s why you dumbass!” Ruffling his hair, you two were hitting it off, reconnecting face to face instead of through a phone.
“So did Fowler assign you a partner yet? I could go and tell him right now that I could be your partner, and not bug the shit out of you~”
“Oh, you wish you bastard. Unfortunately no, the Captain assigned me to Anderson and RK800.”
Gavin’s heart froze. The android detective? “The robot?”
You nodded. No, No fuck this isn’t how he dreamed it one night. He wanted to be your partner! He wanted to talk with you more on the job, maybe even take you out to dinner, take you out for a movie. Is the plastic prick gonna do any of that? No! It’s a fucking android how the hell could it have feelings?
For Connor, he WAS starting to have feelings, but he just didn’t know what they were.
But he knew for certain,
He didn’t like what Gavin was trying to do.
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It’s been weeks. You’ve tried to make some conversation with Connor to see if you could be friends with him. But no, his answers were too vague, too blunt, almost looking like he didn’t want to talk to you at all. As if he would rather talk with hank about his dog Sumo. You were so heartbroken. To even think that Connor looked cute, or attractive in general. His overall personality to you was just rude and two-faced. The way that he acted kindly to others yet not so kind to you made you almost feel insulted.
You needed to talk about this to someone. So, what better person than Gavin? After a few coffees with him, you started to feel comfortable around him. Do you have feelings for him? Perhaps. But you’re a tough case to crack. You’ve had a few flings here and there. But like all college relationships, they wouldn’t last long. Especially because you sadly attracted the kind of boys (not men) that would only go after you like an exaggerated queen or a dog.
You just wanted to be listened to.
“I just hate it, Gavin. There are not as many androids as there are here in Detroit. But either way, when I met one I treated them like any other human being because they looked like one. For Christ’s sake, if people can hold emotional attachments to dogs and cats then shouldn’t androids be considered with the same criteria?! But NO. Jesus is deciding to test my limits today and make me feel feelings for a piece of machinery. And I highly doubt he likes me, much less romantically, but that shouldn’t mean I should start being rude to him! But then simultaneously that just feels like a bad thing to do because, well, you don’t DO that in general! I’ve about had it with this bullshit! I can’t stop thinking about it and him-”
“Oh my fucking GOD Y/N. Look, if you’re bothering yourself over THAT android detective then just go tell him yourself and then…you know, blow off some steam.” You knew what he meant when blowing off steam. The thing is, you’re not that type of person to do that when in situations such as these.
“Great advice Reed,” You sighed, losing any idea of how to get through this, “be honest, does he act like that toward all females here, or just me?”
Gavin pondered for a moment, taking a moment to think of the moments when Connor talked to female androids and female humans, “Nope. Now that I think about it, that is pretty weird. But hey, call me over to your place when you finish doing what you need to do with the plastic prick. I gotta run.” Gavin winked at you as he grabbed the last donut you grabbed for yourself (Sometimes you just can’t believe him).
Blushing at him, you returned to looking at your cup of coffee in the break room and evaluated your final thoughts.
Maybe Gavin was right, you should just tell Connor off and hopefully, you forget about having any romantic feelings for Connor and maybe try something with Gavin. You weren’t entirely sure about Gavin, but you never know.
Feeling the rush of confidence, you got up and left. You looked around for Connor’s desk. Finding his signature hair, you speed-walked to him.
“Hey, Connor, do you mind if I talk to you privately? Somewhere like the break room?” You were content knowing you just pulled the location suggestion at the spot because you then realized that you forgot to bring your coffee with you.
Connor raised an eyebrow at you, wondering what it was that you needed to talk about with him. “Alright then.” He shook it off and followed you.
Internally, for just a few mere seconds, his systems went haywire. Why though? He’s completely fine. His diagnostics reported that all systems are functioning properly. No thirium pump going mechanically insane and pumping at a faster rate. He’s fine. He doesn’t like you. You’re just a coworker.
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“Look, this has been bothering me for some time now. And I want to get it off already before it gets worse. I hope this does not ruin the relationship between you and me, but I’ve been having just small feelings towards you. But now…Now that I’m seeing how you treat me differently compared to the other women here, the feeling’s neutral now. Sorry, I just wanted to get that out of my chest. But…I hope we can try to remain, friends, whenever you want to stop acting like you don’t want to be friends with me.”
With a sad smile on your face, you went off to your desk. And quickly seeing that you had an urgent notification to head to a crime scene to be one of the first few people to analyze the crime scene before any other police officers of people surround it.
From the corner of your eye, you could see Connor astonished with what you did. He was speechless. You didn’t give him a window of opportunity to respond at all. And he did want to respond. He wanted to tell you that he was nervous. For some reason, he didn’t exactly feel right whenever he was around you. And it was an entirely new feeling of friendship. It was not a kind of friendship he had with Hank, where it was almost a father-son bond. He could feel a different essence with you.
He wanted to be with you but there was always Gavin with you. He could see what he was trying to do. He saw the way he showed his posture around you. The way he would look at you, with those lusty eyes. But you, you would toss that characteristic aside and still see him as just the “childhood friend,” not the “Asshole who wants to get with you because no other woman in Detroit wants to.”
He clenched one of his fists. As he saw you leave, he hurriedly walked to your desk to see why you left in such a rush. Seeing your email notification about a crime scene regarding a rape mixed with red ice, he knew that was the next case Hank decided to go after. And knowing that you were going there, Gavin might just have the idea to follow you.
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Connor blinked. Something distracted him. Something distracted him from his goals. He wanted to try to find a way to properly talk to you and get to know you more instead of just “the scientist.” But then you talked to Gavin, and you talked to him saying you had feelings and now you didn’t.
Oh.
Gavin.
It was because of Gavin.
Maybe, if he gets rid of Gavin as soon as possible, you won’t worry about Gavin anymore! Then you’ll have no choice but to be with him! Sure, there’s Hank, but Connor already knows that you two have that teacher-student type of relationship. So there’s no way that anything would grow from between you and Hank. Concluding… That would only leave him as the only option. Perhaps you two can start going out for coffee! Or maybe walk Sumo, or go to the park under a clear starry night, sitting in a bench, and hold hands – maybe a small kiss? It may be a bit too far, but he thinks that it’s not THAT far.
Looking at Gavin’s desk, he notices that he’s not there.
'My probability was correct. He’s planning to use her. To take her from me before I even have a chance to fully befriend her.’
“Hey Connor, let’s go. Y/N texted that she already got a head start on the crime scene, so you don’t have to lick any goddamn android blood.”
Connor chuckled at Hank’s comments. He’s not going after thirium.
He’s going for red blood.
Gavin’s blood.
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Arriving at the scene, it was the Eden Club. Connor was surprised at this because, for his database, rape and drug use would mostly be used in locations such as a domestic household, or an alleyway outside of a bar. But the Eden Club?
You already knew. After being in Detroit for a few weeks, you got to know both the good sides and the bad sides of Detroit’s android city. And frankly, you were unfazed. Blood never fazed you at all. As far as you have seen about Detroit’s cases, the shit you’ve seen in Chicago can be just about any case that can be seen in other states.
Though not all, you’ve heard of criminals chasing after an officer that’s been chasing them, most likely due to some sort of sick version of love. But you’ve never seen that happen to you before, or of your colleagues thankfully.
You were crouched down in one of the rooms, analyzing the particular direction of blood splatter from the bed to the opposite side of the wall. As you were doing your job, you were turned away from the rest of the noises surrounding you. That’s how people knew you were a good forensic analyst. You didn’t see it as a special skill. An accurate and precise measurement is always needed to create what happened at the event of the crime, and if you needed to tune everyone out so you could get your analysis right, then you would do so.
That’s one of the things Connor admired about you. You would do anything it takes to get the job done.
It was also one of the things that helped him get Gavin out of your way: you’ll be so busy looking at your evidence that you won’t see Connor knocking Gavin unconscious with a gun and killing him - thank god he had that silencer with him to attach the gun to.
Connor was smart, he made sure that he was a good distance away from the unconscious detective so that no blood would be on his clothing nor his shoes. With three shots to the head, he ran diagnostics on Gavin. His heart stopped, his skin is beginning to lose blood flow and soon becoming cold.
He debated whether he should destroy the gun or keep it as a treasure. He looked around to find anything useful. Across the street, there was a trio of, what appeared to be, homeless men surrounding a fire.
Crossing the street, Connor casually tossed the piece of evidence into the fire and watched it slowly melt and mix into the trash. The three men looked at the android, asking themselves whether or not what they saw was real.
“It would be best if you were to not say anything about my actions. If you do, I’ll know where to find you.” Connor’s cold expression did not change. He meant what he said. If he wants to be a deviant, he wants to be a deviant with you - not with the DPD and Gavin.
Shivering and shaking from the cold weather of a Detroit night, the three bums looked down, complying with what the android ordered.
Returning from the crime scene, the only person that noticed Connor’s absence was Hank.
“Hey, where the hell were you at? I tried finding you outside and the backside.”
Connor remained casually, “My software detected the possibility of the suspect still near the premises. As you know, It’s quite common for criminals to go back and admire their work. He was faster than I had predicted, and unfortunately, I was not able to get a clear view of his face nor figure.”
Hank shook his head, “Damn…Well, we were close. I guess the bastard is the type to be one step ahead of us…I’ll check on Y/N and see if she has anything to update us on.”
Hank was already walking to where you were, so he wasn’t able to see the giddy smile that appeared on Connor’s face. Finally, after dealing with having to eliminate that human trash he gets to see his favorite person.
Walking into the room, your expression was focused. Your eyes held passion for your finished notes of the crime scene description before going home and taking your time to create your signature descriptive reports, even though you wore the same uniform as the other evidence collectors of the crime scene.
But Connor saw you, and you glowed a radiant aura that no other woman could heat and charm an android as technical as Connor. He could almost feel his parts overheating over how much he wanted to take you home and hold you as you did your work.
No. Screw your paperwork. He wants you now. You can do your paperwork in the morning- no! You can call in sick! That way, Connor can report to Fowler saying he’ll help you get better faster.
“Well well well, if it isn’t my other two Musketeers.”
“Yeah yeah hello to you too Y/N. Anything to update us on?”
“Ah yes! If you look over here…”
As you informed Hank of your findings, Connor shifted from hearing to what you were saying to look at your face as you were talking. He shifted from a professional face to a puppy-eyed, dreamy gaze. He didn’t notice his software getting more unstable around you until Hank snapped his fingers around him.
“Hey! Connor! Are you with us or are you in Android wonderland?” You chucked at Hank’s words while looking at Connor. You were concerned, Connor rarely does that, much less around you. You would sometimes hear Hank how Connor would sometimes do this if you were in the same area as they were, you just never had the opportunity to see it.
“Yes Hank, I’m perfectly fine. A slight error occurred in my software. I’ll need to fix it but at another time.”
Both humans nodded at the android. Connor slightly smiled at the fact that his lie was believed. It wasn’t a complete lie, more like a white lie. Either way, none of them know the full truth behind that statement, and Connor was content with that.“
You looked at your phone, and you saw that it was quite late, and also the text from your superior that it was time to leave the crime scene.
"Well. I guess it’s time for me to get outta here. I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”
Both Hank and Connor waved at you goodbye. Connor tensed, however when he saw you walking to the backside of the Eden club, the area where Connor eliminated Gavin.
A few seconds later, a scream came from the back.
“CALL 911! DETECTIVE REED WAS SHOT!” Everyone in the crime scene jumped at the scared voice that came from you when you returned. No one has seen your cool, casual face mold into a traumatized, close to crying bundle of emotions.
Slowly, without any sobbing, tears trickled down your cheeks. Shakily breathing, you watched as your coworkers also copied your horrified face as they saw Gavin on the cold, concrete floor bleeding.
You took off your protective coverings, “I-I’m so sorry, I have to go home…”
You lost your best friend. You lost your childhood friend. You lost a potential lover. Now yes you had Hank and Connor. But your only shot at loving someone and being loved by someone in return diminished.
Connor looked at Hank, asking for silent permission for what he was about to do. Hank nodded.
Finally, it’s time.
“Wait, Y/N! Let me take you home. You shouldn’t go home by yourself. Give me your keys, and I’ll drive you home.”
Your mind was in a haze, and so you agreed with no argument or reason to say no. With that, you were in the passenger seat of your car as Connor listened to the directions of your middle-class apartment suite.
As you stepped in, your mind became its own thing, tossing your bag and papers on your desk and plopping your self on the couch to sob and cry as much as you wanted. You didn’t want anyone to see your current status, but sadly Connor was there. A small part of you has no idea why he asked to take you home. You thought he hated you and your guts.
Feeling a weight sit beside you on your large couch, you looked to your right and saw Connor. His face held a sad emotion.
Sympathy. Empathy. Whatever it was (you couldn’t find the right word), he looked at you not as a person he despised. But as a person he…liked? Loved? You didn’t want to believe it. You refused to regain those feelings of affection you once.
“Why…did you take me home Connor. I could’ve,” You inhaled slowly to stop yourself from sobbing, “I could’ve gotten home by myself. It’s not like I’m drunk.”
“But you’re emotionally unstable right now. Without someone to be there for you as emotional support, your processes of grief will be worse and your stress levels will possibly increase exponentially.”
You scowled, “You’re really going to bring up science against me at a time like-”
As your mouth opened to say your next word, Connor swiped in and kissed you softly. His lips soothed yours, his smoothed lips resembling the feel of marshmallows. Soft…and plush. It brought you away from the calamity you felt in constant situations of your work life.
You were too much in shock to kiss back. In fact, you were in shock so much that you cried a few more tears. You wanted to have a soft moment like that with Gavin. But knowing him, he’s an asshole. He would have treated you rougher. While that can please any girl, that wouldn’t please you as much as it would please quiet, delicate moments of the moonlight against you and Connor-
Did you just imagine yourself being with Connor?
“I was not able to reply to your declaration in the breakroom earlier. I wanted to defend myself, by saying I’ve…had multiple accounts where I’ve experience errors in my software whenever I am around you, or looking at you, or just thinking about you. Do you know what this is called? This euphoric feeling that makes me want to be with you as long as I can…?”
You knew that feeling all too great.
“It’s called love Connor. Do you, love me?”
His hand grazed your cheek. Without realizing it, he moved you to where you were now sitting on his lap.
“Yes. I love you. I adore you Y/N,” he smiled as if he had found RA9, “I never knew I would love saying that word…I love you Y/N, I love you so much…~”
You didn’t know what to say. Connor would gladly, however, pepper slow and sensual kisses along your cheeks, jawline, and lips. Your breathing started to get a bit erratic as you felt him hold you tightly on him.
For the first time since your undergraduate college years, you didn’t know what to do. You began to cry not for Gavin, but for fear of what to do. You were very confused and very frustrated with your own emotions.
Connor sensed your quiet panic, “Shhh, It’s okay Y/N. I’m here for you. You don’t need Gavin anymore. I’m here now~ I’ll treat you better than he’ll ever will.” God, you could feel the smile coming off of this mad lad.
Your posture as you were straddling his lap was stiff, you were scared to relax. You shifted your gaze at Connor. You couldn’t believe this. In less than a day, you went from being with a person you always knew to sit on someone’s lap that you didn’t know well.
As Connor stroked your hair with one hand and another at your waist, you gave in and yielded. You looked at his love-stricken face and smiled at it. You relaxed your body, and he savored in seeing your face reflecting the moonlight from your apartment window. He memorized every aspect of your face so that one day he could rest his head on your thighs and poetically tell you everything about you he finds the definition of beauty.
“Y-You know what Connor?” His face struck with excitement, “I love you too.” and you saw him grin as he hugged you tightly as if he was a child holding his favorite stuffed toy.
You were going to be cautious about this. Something told you something toxic was going on that someone doesn’t want you to find out about. But for now, you’re going to see how much Connor is going to love you.