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Chapter 1

Summary: You investigate a murder and try not to stare too hard at the fancy android detective ✧ masterlist ✧ ao3 ✧ wattpad ✧ ✧ next chapter ✧

The stench of the Ortiz house clogged your nose as you walked through the front door. You held back a gag as you brought your hand to cover your nostrils, the action providing only slight relief.

"Chris, can we get someone to open up these windows?" You enquired, poking your head outside to look at the police officer.

Chris Miller looked up from his data tablet and chuckled a little bit, "We already did, Doctor." The news reporters were beginning to gather like carrion birds scouring for their next meal. Neighbors had started to gather as well. These people had nothing better to do with their night than try to sneak a peak at a corpse.

You crinkled your nose and went back inside to examine the crime scene. You weren't sure why they called you in tonight; crime scenes usually weren't, well... your scene. However, DPD brought you in as a police consultant aiming to better understand deviant's behavior.

You scanned the slaughter laid out before you hugged your tablet close to your chest. You aimed your focus at the writing on the wall.

"I AM ALIVE" written in perfect font, something only an android could do. You tried not to look at the body, fighting the bile that crawled up your throat. Instead, you turned your attention to the magazines glowing light on the counter. You wrinkled your nose, "Android Sex Officially Better!" as a scantly clad android posed mid-dance on the cover.

"You see this shit?" You questioned Chris, holding up the magazine. Chris scanned the magazine cover and a smile graced his features as he tried to hide it. You scoffed as you tossed the magazine back on the counter.

"People like what they like, Doctor," Chris replied, poorly silenced chuckles escaping from his lips.

You crossed your arms, pulling the tablet closer to your chest, a shield against Chris's all-knowing eyes boring into you. You tried to remain neutral towards androids, but a small part of you always felt bad for them. Slaves who didn't even know they were slaves, at least not until it was too late and someone ended up like Carlos Ortiz.

Your eyes fluttered to the front door of the Ortiz house where Detective Collins was leading Lieutenant Anderson. Your eyes lit up, eager to greet your old friend. Your face dropped as you saw the figure following diligently behind Lieutenant Anderson. The blue triangle stood out against the dim light in the house. RK800 glowed a bright white against the other side of the android's jacket. You quickly turned your back to them, attempting to appear busy. Detective Collins rattled on about the crime scene and the victim as you watched them from the corner of your eye.

As Detective Collins finished his speech, you slowly moved towards the bathroom of the house, hoping Lieutenant Anderson wouldn't notice you. You grimaced as Hank called out your name, "What are you doing here?" He enquired, glancing over at you.

You slowly turned around, feeling like a teenager that got caught sneaking out. "It's good to see you, Lieutenant," you greeted as your eyes flitted over to the android scanning the scene. You stepped closer to Hank, leaning in, "Who's your friend?" You asked, a slight smile on your lips knowing the kind of reaction you'd get out of him.

The lieutenant's nose crinkled in disgust, but before he could accumulate a response, the android stood in front of you. "My name is Connor, I'm the android sent by Cyberlife to assist the DPD in their investigations pertaining to androids."

He was... pleasant to look at, to say the least. You glanced over at the lieutenant, "I thought that was supposed to be my job?" You inquired, a tight feeling forming in your chest.

Hank grabbed your shoulder and gave you a look, "Don't worry, kid. It's just here for this case and then it'll be out of our hair."

You frowned, not favoring the way Hank referred to Connor as 'it'. The tight feeling in your chest remained, though the reason seemed to shift.

You watched as Connor returned to examining the murder weapon. Suddenly, Connor reached out two fingers and swiped them across the knife. Curiosity begged you to keep your attention on the android as he...

Oh.

Your eyebrows shot to the top of your forehead as Connor brought his fingers to his lips and stuck them in his mouth. The lieutenant let out a disgusted noise and barked, "Jesus, what the hell are you doing?"

Connor stood up, a small grin gracing his features, almost like he was proud of himself. "I'm checking samples in real time. I'm sorry," he paused, his eyebrows furrowing, "I should have warned you..."

Hank's eyes shifted from Connor to the knife, not knowing where to look. "Okay, just... don't," he paused failing his hands around," put anymore evidence in your mouth, you got it?"

"Got it," Connor replied, shooting Hank a semblance of finger guns with the hand he just stuck in his mouth. You wondered if androids had to wash their hands, or if Cyberlife gave them some sort of automatic cleaning module.

"Fucking hell, I can't believe this shit," Hank sighed as he met your eyes and ventured deeper into the house. You raised your eyebrows again, sparing one more glance at Connor before following Hank.

"Hey," Chris greeted, "there's something in the bathroom you should take a look at."

You nodded and made your way to the bathroom, eager to put some distance between yourself and Connor. You entered and scanned the scene before you. Frenzied writing covered the shower walls along with a figurine made out of... something. RA9 was written over and over again.

"Some sort of shrine," you whispered to yourself, tilting your head slightly, attempting to make something out of the image in front of you. You saw something move out of the corner of your eye and moved your head slowly, the hairs on the back of your neck pricking up.

Connor was standing in the doorway, silently watching you.

"Shit!" you gasped, jumping away from him and your back hit the wall. Your data pad clutched tightly to your chest, a shield against the offending android.

"I apologize," he paused, "did I frighten you?" His eyes continued to watch you, as you lowered your data pad away from your chest.

"Just a little bit," you chuckled, turning your attention back to the shower. "It seems like some sort of shrine to... RA9? Whatever that is."

Connor was silent as he knelt down, his clothes rustling as he leaned forward to pick up the figure. You were pretty sure they weren't supposed to touch evidence, but you figured that he should just go all the way since he touched the murder weapon anyways. His eyes were unmoving as the pieces of the puzzle shifted in his head. You watched, slightly unnerved. What was he thinking in that perfectly put-together head of his?

Connor stood up, causing you to step back slightly. You didn't realize that you had moved next to him, captivated by watching him work. Your cheeks flushed at the close proximity, attempting to avoid his eyes. He gave you a small nod and left the bathroom, his quiet footfalls letting you know of his retreat. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding.

"Lieutenant," Connor's voice called, "I think I've figured out what happened."

Your ears perked up, giddy for another chance of watching Connor work. You let your face fall, wasn't this the perso— android that was threatening to take your job? Your posture straightened, and you meandered to the hallway, waiting to see what Connor came up with.

Let's see how good at his job he really is.

"Oh yeah?" Hank asked from his position lounging on the wall. He raised his eyes and shrugged, "Shoot, I'm all ears."

Connor straightened, preparing to present his findings to the lieutenant. "It all started in... the kitchen."

Hank nodded as he started to follow Connor into the kitchen. You watched as Connor's eyes focused on the baseball bat on the floor. "There are obvious signs of a struggle... The question is, what exactly happened here..." Hank looked over at Connor as he finished his sentence. It almost sounded like he was testing Connor. Like, he already had the whole case solved, he was just waiting for Connor to catch up.

You pursed your lips, waiting for Connor's response. "I think the victim attacked the android with the bat." You resisted the urge to roll your eyes, what did he mean by "he thinks"? Shouldn't he know?

"That lines up with the evidence," Hank nodded to Connor, "Go on." Hank and Connor switched places in the kitchen, and you scooted closer to the fridge, not wanting to get in Connor's way.

Connor almost looked eager now. "The android stabbed the victim," he replied, nodding his head at the knife rack missing the largest appliance.

"So the android tried to defend itself, right?" Hank replied as he shifted his weight from foot to foot, "Okay, then what happened?"

"The victim fled to," Connor paused before aiming his gaze at where Carlos's body landed, "the living room."

Hank followed Connor, and you waited for a beat before following them, eager to see where Connor was going with this. You claimed Hank's spot from earlier, trying to look inconspicuous, typing something into your data pad, deleting what you wrote, and writing it again.

"And he tried to get away from the android... Alright, that makes sense," Hank responded, rubbing his chin. They went on for a little longer, and you were partially listening, mostly trying to appear busy so they didn't send you home. You really wanted to see what Connor was capable of.

"It was damaged by the bat... and lost some Thirium," Connor stated.

"It lost some what?" Hank questioned, his eyebrows scrunching.

"Thirium. You call it 'Blue Blood'," Connor declared, "It's the fluid that powers androids' biocomponents. It evaporates after a few hours and becomes invisible to the naked eye."

Hank scoffed, sending you a look when your eyes met. You quickly looked away. "Oh, but I bet you can still see it, can't ya?"

"Correct."

Hank rolled his eyes and returned to his spot next to you, crossing his arms. Clearly, he was done with Connor's charade. Connor paused, surveying the scene once more, looking like a bloodhound searching for a trail. For a second your eyes met. You quickly looked away, pointing your gaze at anything but the android in front of you. Suddenly, Connor was on the trail, following something only he could see.

A thud came from the kitchen, and Hank let out a deep sigh. His hands unclenched under his arms, as he went to go investigate. You followed, curiosity nipping at your heels.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! What are you doin' with that chair?" Hank questioned, glaring at Connor.

Connor paused, his posture rigid, "I'm going to check something."

"Huh," Hank sighed, looking at you, "going to check something." You gave him a small smile back, your eyes following Connor as he strode down the hallway. He picked up the chair like it was nothing, and placed it in a spot below the attic.

"What the hell is he doing?" you murmured to Hank, who shrugged in reply.

Connor disappeared into the attic for what felt like forever. You repeatedly checked the time on your data pad, waiting for any indication that Connor was okay. "What the hell is taking him so long?" You questioned Hank, starting to get agitated.

Hank shrugged, moving towards the attic entrance, "Connor! What the fuck is going on up there?"

It was silent for a moment. You gripped your tablet, praying for a response.

"It's here, Lieutenant!"

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding while Hank pushed you behind him. "Holy shit," Hank breathed, "Chris, Ben, get your asses in here now. Come on!" You didn't need Hank to protect you, but it was a nice sentiment.

This was going to be interesting.

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