Connections
Pt: 1 2 3 4
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Summary: Set in post-revolution Detroit, You've been assigned to the recently developed Android Crimes Division; and it's already off to a rough start.
Pairing: Connor x Reader
Word Count: 1.1k
Warnings: Mildly gorey description of a body, slow burn oops
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There wasn’t enough caffeine in the world that could make this morning any more bearable. Connor and RK900's bickering was usually something you could handle, but after the night you just had– your nerves were shot to say the least.
“You state that you are ‘better’ than me in every comparison. I feel that’s just unlikely.”
You ignored the two androids, making a beeline for the break room. The coffee, as perusal, was lukewarm and honestly it could’ve been enough to break you. Your night had been seemingly uneventful– spent looking over casefiles and drinking some cheap wine you’d picked up at the grocery store.
It was around 2 in the morning when a new file appeared on your laptop.
It wasn’t from the station, that you were sure about. It was just suddenly there in your personal drive, its only announcement the notification in the bottom right: “ Local Disc (C:): Unknown File “
“What the fuck…” You murmured, your cursor hovering over the new icon. It was dated only a few days ago and it wasn’t very large. Your gut told you to wait until the morning and have Connor look it over.
You tapped twice on the touchpad and watched as the contents within the folder began to load in– A series of unnamed images and a single text document. That wasn’t eerie at all.
You sucked in a breath before opening one of the images, the clicking of the touchpad one of the only noises in the apartment. Saying that you felt sick to your stomach would be an understatement.
“Long night?”
You looked up from the coffee pot, eyes landing on Gavin Reed.
“Didn’t know you were capable of being here so early.” You grumbled, “Are you responsible for this gross, cold coffee?”
Gavin snorted, “Do you not know how to work this thing? It’s ridiculously easy to make a pot of coffee these days.”
To be honest, you’d never messed with the machines in the precinct– They were slightly more techy than the one you had at home. You usually brought a cup with you, but you’d downed it before you’d even made it halfway to the station.
The detective nudged you out of the way before placing the empty pot in the machine and pressing a few buttons.
“If this police business doesn’t work out, you should consider being a barista.” You teased.
Gavin glared at you as he pressed a mug into your hand, warmth flooding through your fingers and up your arms.
“You can get your own cream and sugar.”
You gasped and pressed your hand to your chest, feigning heartbreak as the detective walked away.
“Not only am I faster, stronger, and more resilient, but I’m equipped with the newest technology. Perhaps your analytical program is outdated as well.”
You saw Connor’s LED spin red as you approached, taking a very long sip of your freshly brewed coffee.
“What if– And hear me out; You didn’t argue like children today?” You mumbled around your mug.
“I’m not equipped with an ‘argumentative child’ program.”
If you had an LED it would be red too.
“Anyway,” You started, drawing out the syllables, and setting your mug on Connor’s desk, “Can you pull up the most recent case assigned to us? Should be about an android found down at the docks. The one on Lakeside.”
“That one’s new.”
You nodded, pushing fingers through your hair as you sighed, “Yeah. Got assigned early this morning.”
With Hank back on human homicide, you had been assigned to the new android crimes division. The Lieutenant wasn’t particularly happy about Connor being reassigned to your team, but he understood. You on the other hand didn’t quite understand Fowler's reasoning for splitting up the two. Before the revolution you had worked briefly on the deviancy cases, assisting Hank and Connor when they met a dead end or just making their late night coffee runs while they mulled over case after case.
You thought they’d worked well together, more so when Connor loosened up. You supposed Hank was just too valuable in the human department.
Connor pulled up the file on his computer, you and RK900 crowding around the desk to get a better look. You knew they were humoring you by pulling it up on the desktop, when they easily could’ve scanned it in their heads.
“This file is practically empty. They don’t have any leads?”
You shook your head, “Barely anything. It’s also hard to place how old the body is because androids don’t decay like humans do. I was hoping you’d be able to scan him and get us some more info.”
“I supposed we’d better get going then, hm?”
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Upon arriving at the docks, you found it blocked off with the digital, yellow tape. A few police cars were parked along the street and several officers stood around the scene.
“Chris!” You called, “Any witnesses?”
The officer turned to meet you, giving a shake of his head.
“It’s sorta creepy how this crime went without a hitch. The android’s too damaged to even reactivate or make an attempt to access his memories.”
You let out a deep sigh as you slipped past officers, “He’s over here?”
Chris nodded.
The sight before you made you feel just as sick as last night. An android dangled over the side of the dock, ropes around each wrist and tied to the railing; his body half dangling in the water. Not only did the physical damage render him incapable of reactivation, but the water damage totally scrambled all his wiring too.
“Fuck..” You breathed out.
Brief pressure on the small of your back drew you from your thoughts, you barely had time to register Connors hand before it was gone.
“Hey, don’t get too far in your head. We’ll find a connection.”
You shook your hands out and gave him a small nod, “Notice anything?”
“The body is approximately two days old. But he’s only been here since last night.”
“How can you tell?”
“My scan gave me details about the water damage. If we replaced a few biocomponents back at the station, we may be able to reactivate him.”
RK900 suddenly appeared at your side, crossing his arms over his chest as he also scanned the android. You watched as his LED spun yellow.
“Reactivation could be possible, but it’d be for less than a minute if everything.”
A minute was better than nothing. A minute had the potential to provide you with a lead, a witness, anything.
Especially if one of them could interface and access the android’s memories.
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