Deviant Behavior (Connor x Reader)

Firewall Proxy

The calendar was from a charity drive for kids the department had hosted.  The empty frame had a stock photo in it – a blue outline of DPD's crest with the measurements etched underneath.

You'd make a note to fill it later.

"I told Connor about Cole, you know, just to find some common ground...things got real shitty after that." Hank mumbled, "Thought I'd do something nice for a change."

You smiled, "Having a partner isn't turning out to be so bad, is it?"

"Whatever."

A push-pinned note on the board next to the calendar drew you in.

"'Fuck you. – GR'..." You read it aloud, "Why did he keep this?"

"Keep what?"

Hank leaned over the divider between the desks, his neck bending to read the message.

"For fuck's sake..." He yanked it free, crumpling it into a ball and tossing it in a wastebasket.

He crossed his arms, rolling back in his seat, "Take a load off."

He pointed his chin at the chair on the opposite side of his desk, and you dropped your duffle before plopping in the under-budget cushion.

"What did I do now?" You clasped your hands over your stomach, balancing your ankle on a knee.

He leaned in on his elbows, "You hit your head or something?"

"Not that I recall.  Took a nice blow to the abdomen, though."

"Oh, get the fuck over it." He pursed his lips, giving you one of his legendary, unsympathetic glares, "I'm worried about what you've got yourself wrapped up in, kid."

He adopted a different expression, then.  One of caring and concern hiding under a grizzled exterior.

"Don't be." You bit the inside of your cheek, eyeing up the pair of week-old donut boxes cluttering his work space, "I've been at this for a while."

"Yeah, except now it's relevant.  This could backfire in your face and you'd never see it coming."

You swallowed hard as the unknown Officer walked by, waiting for her to be out of earshot before continuing.

"It's not like I meant for this to get out...How was I supposed to know an android would scroll through WITSEC's files like an activity feed on Facebook?"

"Can you just be serious for a sec?" The angry Hank came back, "Have you even thought about what could happen to you if someone finds out you wrote the book on deviancy?"

"Let them fucking come," You stabbed the desk with your finger, "I didn't 'write the book' for anything except an ethical way to integrate androids."

"Is that all this is to you?" His rising temper matched yours, "Lemme ask you something – have you talked with Connor since our little spout with the Harbinger of Manic Manbuns?"

"Why the fuck are you so fixated on his hair?"

"Answer the goddamn question."

You mauled your lip, chewing on the tension in your throat.

"No."

"Well, I have.  The kid's a fucking mess and he's trying to keep it together 'cause he doesn't want to let you down!"

"And just when the fuck were you gonna tell me that?"

"When I felt like it.  Kind of like how you didn't feel like telling me you were romantically involved with-"