The Felicia Drew Case [ON HOLD]

Chapter One: Calls from Amber Avenue

A/N: Hey guys! Thanks for taking the time to check out my work ♥ though I recommend reading Disgustingly Appetizing before reading this one, it's not necessary. For those who have read DA, this story will build off of narrative ideas established in that fic. I've had the plot for this work in my head for some time now and I'm super excited to finally get the opportunity to write it out for y'all. 

This is definitely going to be shorter than DA (but hoping it'll be a fun read regardless).
Anyways, I hope you enjoy this work ♥ going to be putting a lot of effort into it!

Note: English isn't my first language (in fact, it's my third) so please be considerate. Though I scan my work often, I may miss some grammatical mistakes; sorry in advance!
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"It's been three months since our promotions, Gavin," RK900 glanced at his counterpart who was focused on the road ahead. "You should be used to others referring to you as 'Sergeant Reed' by now," he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Ugh," the brunet cringed, "It sounds even worse comin' outta your mouth," he peered at his partner before quickly giving all attention back to driving. "I don't think I'll ever get used to that title, to be honest," Gavin chuckled, "I've been called 'Detective Reed' for like—" he paused to do the math in his head, "—eight years now."

"I understand," Richard said with a warm cadence. "I'm compelled to call you by that name more than half the time," the android admitted with a smirk.

The young sergeant furrowed his brows. "Hey, that reminds me," he adjusted himself in his seat in preparation for a right turn, "Why don't you ever go by 'Sergeant Ree—oh wait."

The machine brought a hand to his mouth as he giggled at his partner's sudden revelation. "It'd be silly to have two Sergeant Reeds at central station, wouldn't it?" Richard eyed his pink-cheeked fiancé.

"I only just realized that," Gavin let out a soft laugh before scratching the back of his neck.

"I don't mind going by Richard," the android placed a hand on the brunet's thigh before glancing out the window, "After all, I've always gone by that name."

A few minutes passed with only the radio providing background murmurs to an otherwise silent car ride.

Gavin cleared his throat, "I'm surprised you haven't asked where we're going," he pressed his elbow on the center console.

"Hm?" RK900 raised a brow, "Oh, I apologize," he blinked several times, "My mind was somewhere else."

"Somewhere else?" the brunet asked, slightly concerned, "You okay?"

"I was thinking about the wedding."

Gavin's eyes rounded, "Oh."

"We've been going back and forth, tossing out ideas but we've yet to settle on an actual date," Richard sunk further into his seat as he continued to contemplate.

"Easy peasy, babe," the sergeant said with a wave of his hand, "It's gonna be a Halloween wedding and it'll be a costume party for sure."

"Hm," the machine had a pensive look etched on his face, "A fall wedding does sound enticing, however it would have to be next year. Seeing as it's already July, we'd have little time to prepare if we wanted the ceremony to take place this October."

Gavin took a few seconds to think before nodding, "Yeah, you're totally right." He gazed at his fiancé with a smug smile, "So, does this mean you'll be the Dracula to my Wolfman then?"

RK900 sighed as he brought a hand to pinch the skin between his brows, "Must I be a vampire?"

"Oh, you were born for it, baby," the officer nudged his slightly irked counterpart. "Come on," Gavin coaxed, "I'm gonna be a werewolf! It'll be fuckin' rad!" he chuckled.