one of my features (DBH connor x mute!reader)

seventeen: help

As the pair stepped inside Jericho, Connor immediately noticed a complete change in atmosphere from this to the cold dreary conditions outside. The room felt warm and homey despite it being a large commercial property. Androids both appearing damaged or like new, were scattered around in chairs, playing a beautiful melody in a nearby grand piano, or hunched over by a large fireplace on the far left of the room. Like the exterior, colorful murals littered the navy walls and a beautiful painting of the previous headquarters of Jericho, a cargo boat the shared the same name as the android group, was crafted in extraordinary detail on the ceiling. The room was cozy and quaint, and Connor couldn't help but feel safe here, as he should feel in a place like this.

"Well hello Connor, long time no see huh?" A voice called from a far corner of the room, turning to see who it belonged to, Connor was met with the face of Markus's friend and colleague, north. As she walked over to join the pair, Connor reasoned that he didn't find any distinct differences. Her auburn hair was still set in that fishtail side braid, and her brown eyes were still lit up with that fiery passion that always burned inside her.

"Hello north, its great to see you again." Connor greeted with a nod as he gestured to hank "im sure you have never met my partner at the DPD, north this is lieutenant hank Anderson"

North hesitated for a moment with somewhat of a cautious look gracing her features, before she gently took Andersons outstretched hand, "a pleasure to meet you, I've heard about your help in the..deviant cases a while back, and how you helped Connor become one as well. We're all very grateful for your and Connors help in the liberation of our people"

"Aw it was nothing, just doing my job" the lieutenant replied,

"Well as you can see" Connor began, " I've brought along my partner with me as we are on business, as much as I'd like to stay and chat were currently working on a case that's very urgent and we would appreciate your help."

"Why what happened?" North asked, her eye brows furrowing, "was there another protest going on?"

"No I assure you we've already put a stop to that" Connor replied, running the case over in his software before he began, "as you might know, Simon, your colleague, has been recently staying with (first name) (last name) and just last night..the both of them vanished without a trace. We haven't been able to get in touch with them by led communication or by phone call, we need you and Markus's help to track them down"

"Oh-oh my god. oh my god! O-of course we'll help you all we can, follow me and I'll take you to Markus" north then turned and led connor and hank both through a set of doors behind the main reception desk and down a long corridor that supposedly led to markus's office.

along the way, connor noticed that just like the main entry room, androids were scattered around the hotel-like hallway either talking amongst themselves or staring at the new company that joined them. most all of them stared at connor with affectionate and starstruck eyes, and at the same time looked at hank with a confused expression. it made sense, connor reasoned, to  all these newly liberated androids who have spent so long serving as slaves to humans would look up to someone like him, who played a part in the liberation of androids, like somewhat of an idol; on the other hand, it made sense why they looked at hank the way they did, a human walking around an android safe space and liberation headquarters? that wasnt exactly something that was common.

"here we are" north spoke as she stopped the two detectives in front of a wooden door with a silver handle. On the side of the frame was a nameplate with name 'markus' and 'revolution team member and friend' on it. With a moment of hesitation stopping her, north eventually turned the door on and pushed the door open, revealing a rather modest looking office room with a serious-as-ever looking Markus at his desk.

With a few glances around the new office, Connie could clearly see that it was bigger and kept much neater than the office spaces at the DPD, which made sense; most of the time androids were, by default, far neater than humans were, and the room had to be bigger considering it held another separate desk next to Markus's, one that, upon further inspection of the nameplate resting on it, apparently belonged to none other than simon. Connor grimaced internally, Markus and Simon seemed to be exceptionally close, this was going to be hard news to break.

"Oh Connor! What a nice surprise!" Markus stood from his desks chair and walked toward connor to greet him, "I was wondering if you'd ever come by to see the new building, isn't it great?"

Though emotionally torn, Connor still found it in hims of to smile softly and nod, "yes, it truly is wonderful that you've been able to accomplish this"

"Markus," norths voice was eerily grim and drained as she spoke, "Connors here on business, something's-somethings happened"

"What? What happened?" Markus asked, trading glances with the other three people in the room, Connor braced, then began,
"We are working on a missing persons case Simon has vanished alongside the human that we are searching for, we can't pinpoint their location via Simons LED tracker so we assume that he's in standby mode or he's damaged. We haven't seen them all if the last 24 hours and we're fearing that someone has targeted them both because of Simons standing with you and Jericho. If you would allow us, we would like for you to help us with as much information as possible. We need to work fast"

Markus was silent for a long while, his mouth slightly agape for what seemed like an eternity. His eyes were the o let thing that seemed to move in his face as they darted around from person to person in the room. Eventually however, he closed his eyes and took a deep yet useless breath, he then opened his eyes and locked with Connors brown ones.
"Then we have no time to lose, we have to get to work now"

-°meanwhile

Lonely.

That seemed to be the only word that could describe these past few hours. The time seemed to trudge by as (name) sat in the old empty warehouse for what seemed like days, all while fighting an internal battle to not give in to her drooping eyelids and waves of dizziness. No, she had to remain awake, despite her bodies cries against it. She couldn't help but feel utterly useless, she had to fight even to stay conscious, so how could she devise a plan to escape? Or would she just wait with Simon and detective reed? They were waiting for what? A rescue Mission? According to Brent and the others that was exactly what they were waiting on, that's why they were kidnapped in the first place. They are going to attack them when they get here, they are going to attack connor, maybe even possibly damaging him in the process. Would she ever really see him again? Was that kiss her last memory of him? Was that a goodbye?

No, she had to stay strong, this isn't the end, (name) wouldn't let it be.

So, with thoughts like that giving her at least some of her former strength back, she straightened her shoulders, took a deep breathe and began again the long time in waiting. After a few moments, she began to think, 'how exactly would they find us? Would they overlook this building?'
She had no idea how far away she was from the main road or even if she was in a wooded area or not. Speculation was the only option at this point.

(Name) then turned over to Gavin, who was still wearing that same scowl on his face as when he first got here. Throughout the day, he never attempted to communicate with (name), or even look at her much, all he did was stare at the concrete floor and ever so often curse under his breath, he was a police officer sure, but the panic and dread was getting to even him, she could tell.

Her (e/c) eyes then drifted over to Simon, damaged and bloody, still slumped over in that chair. (Name) had no way of knowing what would happen to him if someone found them. Would he be able to be fixed or rather was he damaged beyond repair and that the last time she would ever see him was as he was walking off alone in the rain while she went down to the station? It was a hard thought to process, how could one of her best friends be in danger of never waking up again? How could she live with herself remembering all the good things that her friend has one for her while also knowing that he was no longer here?

The loneliness was getting to her, she could tell.