My Design (ConnerXAndroid!Reader)

Interrigation

.•*Your PoV*•.

Conner looks back down, gazing past me into the kitchen. I turn to look what he was looking at and see the fallen chair. I begin walking to get the chair but I get stopped by Conner.

"I got it." He says and walks over to it. I nod, it was his idea originally.

Once he comes back he places the chair down, and climbs on top of it. Pushing the ceiling tile up gently, he then puts his elbows through the hole and using the floor of the ceiling as support he pulls himself up.

Once he was up he I got onto the chair myself, and look up to see him holding a hand down to help me. I take it, as it is a swifter path, and pull myself up wile his hand squeezed around mine to help hoist me up. After I got up, his hand left mine. My hand feeling empty at the absence of his own.

"Alright, now we just need to find it." He says, looking towards a human figure shadowed on a hanging sheet. Quietly, Conner makes his way to it. Taking the fabric into his hands, like he did just bellow he tugs it to the aside revealing a mannequin with a baby head. Strange.

        We walk past it, following a narrow path between the clustered attic no sign of any other Androids.

        Occasional scanning to make sure we don't miss anything, I begin yo think it had left days ago. That's what I thought until Conner jolts back and a loud bang could be heard.

        We both quicken our pace in the direction the bang cane from, it couldn't have gone far. We neared the corner, knowing it had nowhere else to go, it came out towards us.

I got into a stance to attack if needed, but once again Conner had his arm in front of me. Despite, we luckily had to do no attacking.

"Please.. I was just defending myself- he was gonna kill me! I-I don't want to die." The deviant says, his lip shaking. He had dried blood scattered on his face, cloths, and hands both blue blood and red. "Please.." It repeats. I hesitate, looking at Conner. If it was human, it may have had a chance to live.

"It's here, Lieutenant!" Conner shouts, not looking back at me but over his shoulder. I let out a small puff, grabbing onto the deviant's arms.

Something didn't seem right.

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The deviant was now in Chris' cop car, myself and Conner in Hanks once again. For a while we sat in silence both looking out the back window before a question entered my mind.

"Why did you put your arm in front of me those two times?" I ask, I was able to protect myself. After a moment, he replies.

"I don't want you injured, it would be a delay in the mission." He says, not turning his head to look at me.

"Me being injured would end the same way with you being injured. If you risk yourself to protect me, you could risk yourself." I say, my eyebrow scrunching together. A human motion programmed into me for a more natural look.

"I don't know." He says looking at me. "Just.. a programmed instinct." This time, it was my turn to turn my head away.

"Alright." I reply, finishing the conversation. I watch the passing lights of Detroit flash past my eyes as we drive back to the station. Tomorrow, we interrogate the deviant. And I wasn't gonna lie, something inside me felt that something was off, something seems wrong.

Despite, I push it away. It's nothing, we just need to complete the mission.

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"Why did you kill him? Was it really in self defense? Why did you hide in the attic and not run?" Hank asks question after questions. He is sitting in the grey interrogation room, with one sided glass. Myself, Conner, Chris, and another detective named Gavin.