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Falcon of Detroit (DBH Connor Fanfiction) Chapter Two

~Phoebe's POV~

"This is the fifth damn bar! He better be here!" I shout as I exit my car with Connor close behind.

"We will find him, Phoebe. Please, calm down," Connor said.

"I am calm!" I bellow. When I realized I was still shouting, I sigh and calm myself. "Sorry, you're right. Let's just check this bar quickly."

As I was about to open the door, I realized androids weren't welcomed. Connor exchanged a glance with me before I grabbed his hand and dragged him inside with me, ignoring the "No Androids Allowed" sign. Inside, I spotted Hank right away. "There you are!" I stomped over to him and snatched the glass of scotch from his hand.

"Hey, give me back my damn booze!" Hank tries to seize the glass back, but I pull it out of his reach.

"We've been bar-to-bar trying to find your drunken ass!"

"We were lucky enough to find you at the fifth bar," Connor adds.

Hank looks over at the android and points at him. "Who the fuck are you?"

"Connor is our new partner. Our duo has turned into a trio," I smile, smacking his hand down. "It's not nice to point, Hank."

"We don't need help from a shitty piece of plastic!" The man snarls. "We've been fine up to this point!"

I was aware what happened to Hank's son, Cole, and knew why he abhorred androids with every fiber of his being. But, it still doesn't give him the excuse to think all androids are bad. "He helped me save a man from a rogue today. If he wasn't there, I'd still be stuck at the crime scene."

"Speaking of that, did you catch the shitty rogue?"

"No, but we'll find his trail soon enough with help from Connor. Now, play nice and finish your drink. Our new friend received a homicide report in the car and Captain Fowler wants the three of us on the scene ASAP."

"Fine, just let me finish my drink," Hank sighs, chugging down the remainder of his scotch. I felt my own throat burn at the sight of him downing the glass in one gulp. The man placed the cup down and stood up. "Let's get this over with."

Leaving the bar, Connor decided to tag along with Hank to direct him to the address. I smirked as I could see agitation in the Lieutenant's eyes continuing to rise and rise as he got behind the wheel. I got in my car with a snicker and drove to the scene.

Arriving, I saw Hank get out of his car, but Connor didn't budge. "Ugh, Hank..." I grumble. I exit my car and walk over to the passenger's side of the old vehicle in front of me. I opened the door and let Connor out of the car. "Sorry 'bout him. Like I said: he's not fond of androids."

"Thank you, Phoebe."

I close the door and we follow after Hank. When I crossed the holographic tape, one of the officers refused to let Connor pass. "He's with me," I call out. Reluctantly, the officer listens and lets Connor through.

"You don't talk, you don't touch anything, and you stay outta our way, got it?" Hank asked, a scowl present on his face.

"Got it," Connor simply replied.

As Hank was greeted by another officer, I leaned over to the android and whispered to him. "Don't listen to crankypants over there. You already helped me tremendously earlier today. Just be yourself." I know he wasn't human, but I hope he understood my words. I patted him on the back gently and entered the rickety and molded house.

"The victim's name's Carlos Ortiz. He has a record for theft and aggravated assault," I heard the officer explain as soon as the foul odor slaughtered my nose. I winced at the stench and entered the living room. "Stayed inside most of the time, they hardly ever saw him."

"Well, that gives us a small list of possible suspects," I spoke up.

"Detective Falcon, I've heard you're the best detective in all of Detroit. Pleasure to meet the famous Falcon," the officer greets.

"The pleasure's all mine. What else do you know about the body?"

"I'd say he's been there for a good three weeks. We'll know more when the coroner gets here." He then turns and looks at something on the floor. "There's a kitchen knife over here. Probably the murder weapon."

"Any sign of a break-in?" Hank asked, accepting a light from the officer to examine the body closer.

"The landlord said the front door was locked from the inside, all the windows were boarded up. The killer must've gone out the back way."

"Or they're still here. It's possible Mr. Ortiz knew our suspect and let him in willingly. Either that, or the killer was already living here with him," I stated.

"You suggesting the killer is his android, Phee?" Hank asked.

"Exactly, but we won't know for sure until we find it. Let's get searching."

"I gotta get some air. Make yourself at home. I'll be outside if you need me," the officer said as he left. Connor stood next to me as I examined what was written over the dead body in blood.

I AM ALIVE

"The font is neat and constant. Definitely not human."

"The question we should be asking is where the suspect is," Connor said. He then walked over to the knife, kneeled down, and took a sample of the blood.

"Err, Jesus! What the hell are you doing?" Hank asked, disgust written all over his face.

"I'm analyzing the blood. I can check samples in real time," Connor answers with his usual stoic expression. "I'm sorry. I should have warned you."

I placed a hand over my mouth to keep myself from bursting out with laughter as I watched the exchange. Hank's scrunched up expression remained. "Okay, just... don't... put anymore evidence in your mouth, you got it?"

"Got it," the android responds.

"Fucking hell, I can't believe this shit..."

A snort slipped and I quickly pressed my hand tighter against my mouth. Hank and Connor turned to me and I sucked in my cheeks to keep the laughter at bay. "Sorry. It's kinda stuffy in here."

"Whatever you say, Phee," Hank chuckled lightly.

I cleared my throat and headed into the kitchen. A chair was tipped over and I saw where the knife once was. What caught my attention was the metal bat lying on the floor. Connor followed me and scanned the baseball equipment. "Fingerprints can be found on the handle."

"Which means Mr. Ortiz used it. But, was it for self-defense or to assault the suspect? It's highly possible our suspect was a victim of our rigor mortis pal in the living room. Knowing deviant behavior, I know abuse is a common trigger in androids to become deviant. This wouldn't be my first case on the matter."

"I believe you're right, Phoebe. There are traces of thirium on the bat, as well," Connor stated.

"I'm gonna check the backdoor. You check the bathroom down the hall." I headed to the backdoor where a couple of officers were standing. "Any clues?" I ask them.

"Nothing, Detective Falcon. If there were footprints, they've been washed away in the downpour," Officer Hans answered.

"That only means two things: either the trail has gone cold or the suspect never left. Keep searching the house."

"But we've searched the entire house, Detective. There's no basement, either," Officer Brown states.

"Is there an attic?" I question. The officers exchanged glances and I knew from the looks on their faces that they hadn't checked for one. I rolled my eyes and searched the house for any access points in the ceiling. When I returned to the kitchen, I saw Connor was carrying a chair with him. "Where are you going with that chair, Connor?"

"The attic. There's an access point near the bathroom." He sets the chair under the entrance to the attic and steps up onto the seat. He moves the piece of wood out of the way and climbs up.

"Be careful," I warn. "If the suspect is up there, they might be armed."

"I will be fine, Phoebe," Connor said, sending me a smile. I bit my bottom lip as I watched him disappear into the attic. Hank stood beside me as we waited in silence. The sound of scuffling could be heard and we knew something was wrong. I tried to go after the android, but Hank held me at bay. Then, we heard Connor shout. "It's here, Lieutenant! Detective!"

"Guess you were right, Phee, as always," Hank comments.

"I wasn't able to confirm anything without Connor," I honestly state.

Hank rolled his eyes. "Oh, please. You don't need that damn machine around."

"Be nice to him, Hank. He helped me name three faceless men today who, not to mention, had their fingerprints burned off with hydrochloric acid. We couldn't even get damn dental records because the rogue dumped acid in their mouths! Also, we were able to save someone who was the rogue's next target."

"Only known him for a day and already defending him?"

"Hey, you would, too, if he helped find a lead when the trail was completely cold! Ten victims and none have been served justice just because we couldn't find a connection between them because of their missing faces and fingerprints. He's helped me more in an hour than that walking piece-of-shit Gavin has in a year!"

"That, I agree on," Hank sighed.

Connor exited the attic during the midst of our conversation with the deviant in custody. Officer Hans shuffles over and handcuffs the android and escorts him to his cruiser. "Guess this case is wrapped up," Hank said.

"Not until we figure out why the deviant killed Mr. Ortiz. We've got some interrogating to do back at the station," I said.

"Whoa, hold on! You've been working since eight this morning. I think you should head home and get some rest. Leave the interrogating to us," Hank stated.

"The Lieutenant is correct, Phoebe. You are showing signs of exhaustion," Connor exclaims.

"Did you scan me?" I inquire. He nods and I still refused to head home. "I'm going back to the station and finding out what the motive was behind this murder. Neither one of you are stopping me."

As I walked out, I heard Hank sigh in frustration. "I swear..."

-Detroit Police Department-

Watching Gavin interrogate the deviant made me want to flip the table and chairs. He was the worst at this job and I was desperately trying to slay my frustration to keep it from surfacing. Connor and Hank arrived just as Gavin gave up and left the interrogation room. "Nice try, shit-for-brains. You suck at interrogating people AND androids."

"Shut the hell up, Phoebe. I'd like to see someone else try with this shitty machine," Gavin scoffs. That was when Connor decided to step in and take over the interrogation.

Hank, Gavin, and I watched from behind the glass as the deviant became stressed with Connor's questioning. As we heard every word, the deviant glanced at the glass and seemed to be directing his teary gaze towards me. He then pointed directly at me without hesitating. "Amadeus wants her. He told me himself."

Connor glanced towards the glass before directing his gaze back to the deviant. "Who is Amadeus and why does he want Detective Falcon?"

"I-I don't know! He didn't tell me why!"

I felt Hank's eyes on me as I swallowed hard. "Do you know why?"

"No. I have no idea. Is Amadeus a deviant or a rogue?" I ask. Hank then enters the interrogation room and stands next to Connor, asking the same question.

"A rogue. He's a rogue android. He visited me the day after I killed Carlos and wanted me to join his alliance. I refused and he left without another word," the deviant answered.

"So, a rogue is trying to recruit other androids," I stated. "The rogue cases are rising, but most people who encounter a rogue shoot before asking questions. Deviants, on the other hand, are handed over to the police for questioning. This 'Amadeus' is failing in recruiting rogues and has resulted to turning to deviants."

"What's the damn point? Deviants don't want bloodshed like rogues," Gavin groans.

"He's trying to convert them into rogues. Why else would he turn to them?"

Gavin fell silent as Hank and Connor left the interrogation room. "We've no leads on this 'Amadeus' android," Hank huffs.

"Or why Phoebe is a target," Connor adds.

I grin and clap my hands together. "Things just got a lot more interesting."

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