Connor x Reader - Altering algorithms (DBH)

Chapter 3: The deviant hiding in the shadows

(Y/N)'s P.O.V.

Before returning to the living room, I remembered how I had not checked the kitchen, hence I stopped there. The visible mess was suspicious, whereas I slowly moved across the room. Both, the table and one chair, were thrown to the side, now lying on the ground. I carefully moved around them, not eager on messing up the crime scene. Roughly a meter behind the messy dining area, evidence piece number 9 lay on the ground. I got down on my knees to let my eyes scan the bat, pondering whether it had been used by the android or Carlos.

Unable to ultimately make up my mind, I stood up once more and looked at the walls, noticing a knife holder and one missing object in between the other sharp cutting devices. Surely that was the weapon claimed as the one that had been used to kill the victim, which was placed in the living room. I decided to inspect that exact knife again, heading for the other room now.

Once I stepped close to the corpse, I noticed Hank and Connor standing next to the TV, looking down at something. Squinting one eye, I attempted to catch a glimpse of what they were examining.

"Red Ice... Seems our friend Carlos liked to party... Chris, I want full analysis on the narcotics."

In the matter of a second, I tore my eyes wide open, inhaling a sharp breath. The reply to Hank's demand barely was a faint noise in the back of my mind, as I focused on calming my heart down.

Red Ice. I had wished to never hear of that drug ever again. I felt a cold shiver running down my back and fatigue spreading through my body. On top of that, my legs somehow appeared to give in, making me wonder how that even was possible in my condition. Feeling weak, I stumbled to the side, leaning on the nearby wall. I slightly coughed, trying to distract myself from the memories pouring down on me just like the rain outside when I had arrived at the crime scene.

"Detective (Y/LN), are you all right? Your heart rate has increased and your skin color has paled by 3,8%." Connor's mechanic yet somehow genuine voice made me look up, facing him directly.

Forcing myself to regain my composure, I nodded several times, convincing my own mind of the fact that I was ok. "Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks for asking." I gulped and walked past the male android, in need of some fresh air.

My body headed for the back door and I stopped once I stood in the doorway, being greeted by a wave of cold oxygen hitting me. Grateful for the change of environment, I put my hand over my heart and took a few composed breaths. The past was immutable, I needed to get used to hearing of that drug again. After all, it was known to be closely connected to the deviant cases. Even though my brain was aware of that information, my heart did not want to react the way I tried to order it. I'm sure that was typical for every human though. If one drug managed to destroy a person's whole life, they certainly would wish to avoid it as well.

From inside, I faintly recognized Connor talking. "Lieutenant, I think I've figured out what happened. Should I go get detective (L/N) as well?"

Hearing my name, I hastily turned around and jogged towards both men, weakly smiling at them. "No need to do that, I'm already here." I couldn't let this stop me from my mission. That simply could not happen.

While Connor appeared to scan me with his eyes another time, perhaps to make sure my heart was back to beating normally, Hank used the chance to speak. "Shoot. I'm all ears." He addressed the android who took his hazel brown eyes off me and nodded.

"It all started in the kitchen." Connor stated, walking from the hallway into the room, as we followed him. Considering the messy surroundings, I agreed with him.

"There're obvious signs of a struggle... The question is, what exactly happened here..." Hank mumbled rather to himself.

"I think the victim attacked the android with the bat." Connor continued pointing to the object laying on the ground.