DBH: An Unexpected Path (ConnorxReader)

An Unexpected Path

You lean down with tweezers in hand and magnified glasses now upon your head. Each shard seems to be only far enough in to stick into his build, and anything that went further has already been removed. Ideas on what the hell could've happened swirl inside of your brain. All that's obvious is the fact that he was near some sort of explosion, and although you're very curious for an answer, you can also live without. You're just glad that he's okay, thanks to you and Hank.

It only takes a few minutes to finish up, and all that's left is the cleanup. Dirtied tools are tossed into a stainless steel sink, soiled cloths are dumped into a nearby trashcan, and unneeded supplies are stashed away.

The night is finally starting to calm down. That feeling of haste, anxiety, and fear slinking into the early morning, leaving you in true silence. Your mind is no longer racing, but instead it's in a satisfied state filled with exhaustion.

They came bashing on your door at two in the morning, waking you from your slumber. Who knows what they were doing at this time of night? Then again, being detectives means that they could be called out at any hour to investigate a homicide.

Running water echoes quietly in the room, as you dampen a washcloth. Feet casually take you next to your resting friend whose arms and legs are partially bent and splayed out. You gently place the cold fabric against his bare chest, eyes flicking up to his face to see if he might awaken. There's no movement, so you begin meticulously wiping the blue blood away.

"Why are you being so reckless, Connor?" you whisper, paying no attention to anything but where you clean. "We almost lost you..." Eyes zone out, your hand now moving the cloth around to random locations. "I don't know what I would've done if you..." A small sniffle occurs, and a few tears sneak down your cheeks.

"Clean any further... and I might think you're just wanting to see my new upgrade," he quietly chuckles with a slight strain in his voice.

Your head spins towards him before glancing back at your hand. It now rests on his lower stomach near his pant line. A blush flushes your cheeks as you pull the cloth away, tossing it onto a nearby table.

"Sorry... Guess I wasn't paying attention," you state with a diverted gaze. "How long have you been awake?"

Connor sits up, leaning on each elbow before responding. "Long enough to hear your whispers..."

Those words surprise you, making you feel embarrassed at the fact that you almost confessed your feelings to him under the false pretense that he was unconscious.

His hand glides over yours which happens to be resting on the table near him. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you worry," he declares with knitted brows. He pauses for only a moment, changing the subject slightly. "I found our suspect, but I didn't know they had a bomb strapped to their chest... Luckily, I was far enough away. His calculations were off." Brown eyes glance around his body, most likely doing a quick self-scan. "It seems that everything is functioning properly." Connor looks to you, chocolate pools connecting to your (e/c) ones. "Thank you, (Y/n). You saved my life..."

"Connor... I... You're welcome."

A slight cock of his head occurs, and now you're aware that he knows you wanted to say more. "What is it? Is there something else you wish to say?"

You shake your head. "No. It's nothing, no big deal."

"(Y/n)..." He shifts into a sitting position, legs dangling off of the table as he faces you. Connor grabs both of your hands in his as his face shifts to one of concern. "What's wrong? Anything you want to say has every right to be said."

With shaky breaths, you look him in the eye. You so badly want to confess, but you don't know how he'll react. Would he still want to be friends if he doesn't feel the same, or would he become distant at your acknowledgment? Queasiness starts to bubble up in your gut, the uncomfortable sensation screaming your nervousness to the top of your esophagus.