H e l p m e.....

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Connor paused the recording, so far him and Hank had listened to it twice.

"Jesus Christ this audio is fucking nuts." Connor tapped the desk with his finger. The Android behind him spoke up.

"Well, the lady was scarred from this, what did you expect?"

"Not a recording full of murder noises!" Connor held the bridge of his nose. He lifted his head up and turned back to the Android.

"So what I got from this is that, this dude wanted money. And the victim refused to give any to him. So he killed her."

"Yes that seems the case, but it seems that the killer had a grudge against (y/n) Manson, I mean he almost beat the guy to death and he stabbed him. And yelled some crazy shit at him. It also seems that he was looking for the victims son after he killed her. His identity other than his name needs to be investigated." Hank concluded as Connor stared at him expectantly. The Android rose a brow.

"What?"

"Well? Look up his name robo cop!"

"Lieutenant Arkait I am specifically a android detective-"

"Just fucking do it." Connor grunts though gritted teeth. Hank rolls his eyes and looks up the name 'Marcos Manson' and his eyebrows raise at the results.

"Marcos was previously wed to a very rich and famous woman. Later divorced because he used her for money. He also was fired from his job recently. Also has many reports of domestic abuse. He lives not too far from the crime scene." Connor nodded at the intake of this information. He pressed the button to finish the recording.

"Let me sleep on this, we will go to the crime scene...eh.. tommorow." Connor began to make his way to the exit of the record room. Hank followed, once they exited the room an different worker locked the record room.

Connor made his way to the exit of the station and left for his car. Hank got in the driver's seat. while Connor tried to open the door Hank started the car and moved it to make life harder on Connor.

"Hank stop!" Connor yelled in frustration. He then gave up and Hank stopped. Connor opened the door and got in severely pissed off, Hank just smirked to himself.

"Asshole." Connor growled as Hank chuckled. Then they began their ride back to Connors place. The trip was silent, minus the tapping sounds of Hank using the turning signal or changing gears.

Connor looked out the window thinking about the case.

'obviously the Marcos guy wanted to kill his mom for cash, but why did he try to kill his brother? It couldn't have just been for money, could it?'

Connor was fixated on finding this out soon. He knows who the killer is they just need decisive evidence, And the suspect. He thought that this case will be quick to solve.

Hank just focused on driving, he pulled up to Connors drive way and parked. After removing the keys from the ignition they both walked to the front door. Hank placed the key in the lock and tuned it to the right. He then opened the door.

Connor walked in with Hank in tow. After Hank closed and locked the door behind him he walked over to Connor who was rummaging through drawers in his room.

"Hank get the hell out, I'm going to change."

"Either way you look like a slob."

"OUT!" Hank left the room and sat down on the couch. Connors chihuahua hopped up on the couch and made himself comfortable. Hank turned on the TV so see whats on. He surfed through channels and found nothing interesting.

Connor popped his head out of his room.

"I'm going to sleep so leave me the fuck alone."

"Yeah, yeah." Connor rolled his eyes at Hanks response, and went back in his room. Hank switched off the TV and went into rest mode. He had set an alarm so he can wake Connor so they can continue their case.

•|Your dusty ass is still at the hospital no surprise|•

Luka, Bailey and Henry were getting ready to go home and rest. (Y/n) didn't mind he just watched them get packed up. Luka turned to him.

"Since you heal faster than humans, you should be able to leave about tommorow or the day after that." He nodded she spoke up again.

"And by the way I was told that a pair of detectives are coming to talk to us, just a heads up."

"Okay Luka, thank you. You should head back you guys must be tired." He said slightly smiling at the trio.

"Your my friend, it's fine. Anyway g'night see ya tomorrow." She picked up her keys and coat.

"Goodnight (y/n), Henry says goodnight too." Bailey held Henry up to him. (Y/n) smiled and pat Henry on the head.

"Goodnight Henry! And goodnight Bailey." Henry licked the boys hand. Bailey smiled and followed Luka out the door. They both waved to him on their way out.

"Great another day in an room that murders my eyes. And I have to talk about the murder again... Great. I can't wait for tomorrow." The boy grumbled as he threw his head back into the pillows of the hospital bed.

He sighed and ran his hand through his hair.

'It sorta sucks that I gained the ability to feel pain now.'

"Uggghhh" he groaned, he was bored out of his mind. He could look though his memories.

'I'll just end up crying again so no.'

Maybe look through some more news articles on the murder?

'Nah, I've looked at them all.'

He sighed and decided to just go into rest mode, he won't remember anything. And it's not like he has dreams. He carefully shuffled down into a comfortable spot.

Before he went into rest mode he decided to look at the bracelet one more time. It shined in the moonlight. He then looked out the large window that was right next to his bed.

The view was nice, but he decided to rest before he triggers any memories.

'I can't believe what happened... '

He closed his eyes and set a time to wake, then went into a dreamless sleep.