My Deviant (ConnorxReader) *Remake*

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November 6, 2038

Detroit Police Department
10:05 A.M.
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Coffee cup in hand, you lazily plopped down at your computer desk in the precinct of the DPD, ready to begin yet another day of busy detective work. You were a homocide detective to be exact, an ordinary twenty-four year old women living in an apartment in the city of Detroit, Michigan. You were the youngest female in the department to be assigned to such cases as homicide, which proved you to be one of the best detectives in the force.

Unfortunately, things in the department had been hectic for everyone recently, even more confusing than ever before.

You placed down your hot coffee cup and scooted forward in your desk chair with a hefty sigh, lifting up the magazine you skimmed over during a previous lunch break. The front cover contained an image of a machine, the text surrounding it advertising the synthetic beings that were now being mass produced around the globe. "Designed by CyberLife, built in Detroit" you read at the bottom of the page, the bolded slogan leaving you curious.

Androids... They're all over Detroit.

Rumors had spread around the department about certain cases involving androids. Strange androids. Ones that stepped out of line with thier owners, and thats all the DPD had to deal with recently. Ever since that incident a few months back, where an android took a little girl hostage on the edge of a building, more and more cases involving these machinces arise. The world can now only wonder and leave it to the DPD to figure out why.

You had yet to come across an android related case like this. The mystery of it intrigued you and you hoped that day would come soon. Machines aren't programmed to disobey orders last time you checked, only to follow them.

So, why exactly had this been happening? Why now?

You leaned back in your chair, peering over to the wall across the precinct where stationary police androids stood. They were all lined up next to eachother, standing tall and proper with thier hands behind thier backs. You recalled android receptionists working the front desk of the DPD, helping out the people that approached.

You'd think we'd reconsider having androids running the place, knowing the consistency of reports being filed against them...

The thought only crossed you for a moment before it disappeared in the back of your mind. You honestly didn't mind androids all that much. Their presence hadn't bothered you in any way. Not yet at least. After hearing about the numerous reports involving run-away machines, you thought it was probably best to stay alert whenever one was around. For now.

"You really should stop staring into space, (Y/N)," a snarky voice suddenly arose beside you. "Captain Flounder will suspect one of the forces' best detectives is off task during working hours."

Great.

You glanced up as Gavin Reed took a seat on the edge of your desk, instantly feeling annoyed at his presence. Captain "Flounder?" you questioned internally, shaking your head at the pathetic nickname. I swear this guy has the brain of a twelve year old.

"I wasn't 'off task'," you defended, rocking back and forth in your chair. "I was just about to get back to work."

"Just about to get back to work?" Reed chuckled, crossing his arms as he looked down at you with raised brows. "Kinda looked like you were lost in thought for a couple seconds there."