w. 847
Your stay at Hank's house has had a significant improvement on the cleanliness of the place.
Even Sumo has seemed to become more lively in the absence of the dust, dirt, and beer cans.
Even your mood has improved with the constant company of Hank; and Connor, who has since moved in with Hank. Connor's eyes still flash almost unnoticeably when he sees the bruising on your neck, but the three of you have not spoken of Jared since that night.
'That night' was three days ago now, and today you're on your way back to work with Hank and Connor.
If nothing more, you are ready to get back to regular things.
Even if that meant wanting to kick the nut sack off of Gavin Reed for a big part of your day.
Your usual steaming to-go cup of coffee is clutched between your fingers and Connor and Hank stand protectively on either side of you. You like this new version of Connor- reminding you further of man's best friend.
Sneaking a quick glance up at him, you can't help but wonder how he feels about the whole "becoming deviant" thing. You were thrilled when it happened, but now you wonder if he'd rather move on to bigger and better things.
After all, he is one of Cyberlife's most advanced models.
Connor holds the door to the precinct open for you and Hank-- and you give Connor a little smile in thanks. You watch with amusement as Connor blinks, then tries to cover the hue of blue creeping around his cheeks. Since the night with Jared, your smiles had been few and far between.
There is a new female android at the front desk. Her dark skin and hair starkly contrast her brilliantly white smile- qualities of which you find quite endearing. You give the girl a smile only to spot Reed stalking up to the three of you.
"Ah, look who decided to show the fuck-"
Connor had stepped forcefully in front of you, taking a hold of Reed's shirt collar. "Not a good day, Reed."
You furrow your eyebrows. This is very unlike the Connor you know- who has always been (for the most part) pacifist and a bit passive.
"Connor, it's okay," you mutter, tugging the back of his jacket. He turns to you, brown eyes blazing. Reed looks greedily around at you, eyebrows raising slightly as his eyes find the bruises on your neck.
There was no excusing the bruises. They looked like fingers.
"I need some more coffee," you announce, nodding at the android who opens the gate for you. Hank was strangely silent through that whole affair, so you look questioningly up at him.
He looks at you, a knowing look in his eyes.
"What?"
He merely shakes his head. "I'm starting to develop a theory."
"Care to share?"
"Not now."
You give a small sigh and walk to the break room for a much needed caffeine-refill.
Connor sits reluctantly at a round table while you make your coffee. When you finally spare him a glance, you see that he is watching you.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer." Connor jolts, as if caught in an unforgivable act. You give a weak chuckle, sitting across from him as you put sweetener into the hot-bean-water. "Thanks for stopping Reed before, I don't know if I have the strength to deal with his dickish-ness today."
Connor seems to process this for a few moments, watching the rising steam from your cup.
"Detective, I think you are a lot stronger than you think."
You are taken aback for a brief second.
Never has Connor given you a direct compliment such as this- not even when you were sure that you'd impressed him.
You think you'll let his calling you 'Detective' go.
The blush that creeps up your neck and onto your cheeks can be attributed to nothing but pure fluster. Though, you'd rather Connor think the coffee is a bit too hot.
Fanning your face you say, "wow, Connor. If I didn't know better I'd think you'd be trying to flirt with me." Connor gives his famous head tilt and you shake your head slightly.
"Are you alright? Your face is very flushed." Your hand begins to fan faster as you can feel more blush burning right where you don't want it.
Really, why can't you blush somewhere no one can see, like your armpits?
"Yes I'm fine," you say quickly, "my coffee is just hotter than I thought."
Connor nods in understanding and stands. You're momentarily disappointed, then remember that you do, in fact, still have a job and should be getting to work.
Hank stands lovingly in the doorway of the office, giving that same knowing- if not smug- look.
"What are you grinning at?"
He shifts so his back leans against the doorway to the break room and smiles wider.
"Just thinkin'."
"What're you thinkin'?" If possible, his grin grows even more.
"Thinkin' my theory isn't just a theory."
You shift uncomfortably. "Care to elaborate now?"
He sticks out his bottom lip contemplatively.
"I think ya gotta thing for the android."
a/n
hey , yo , hola and welcome
pretty long hiatus, huh?
high school sucks :)
im gonna try to be posting more often but i can't make any promises
my biggest talent is procrastinating.
hope u enjoy this crappy chapter but now you'll start to pick things up with our best boy ;))
hope you enjoyed! feel free to comment n stuff its always appreciated
(very unedited don't judge its past 3 am where i'm at)
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Fanfiction(Y/n) (L/n) is a detective at DPD, exceptional at her job as a partner to Lieutenant Hank Anderson. She attempts to make a name for herself by working harder than rest. Her softness for androids earns her suspicion from most of her coworkers, and re...
