Over our Heads {Connor x Reader (DBH)}

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"I'd say he's been there for a good three weeks. We'll know more when the coroner gets here. There's a kitchen knife over here. Probably the murder weapon." I throw on a pair on gloves so I don't contaminate evidence. I kneel down by the knife, shifting it slightly to look at the blood spatter. "Any sign of forced entry?" I question. "Nope. The landlord said the front door was locked from the inside, all the windows were boarded up. The killer must've gone out the back way." Ben replies. "What do we know about his android?" Hank asks. "Not much. The neighbors confirmed he had one, but it wasn't here when we arrived. I gotta get some air. Make yourself at home. I'll be outside if you need me." And Ben takes his leave. I notice Connor analyzing the room. I'm curious to see what he can do. I stand, joining Hank by the wall, looking at the writing.

"Each letter is perfect. It's way too neat, no human writes like this. Chris, was this written in the victim's blood?" Hank calls to another cop scrounging around. "I would say so. We're taking samples for analysis." Connor kneels in front of the body, dips his fingers in a pool of blood, then licks it. "Oh god, what the fuck!" I reel back in disgust. "What the hell are you doing?" Hanks asks. "I'm analyzing the blood. I can check samples in real time. I'm sorry, I should have warned you." Connor replies. "Yeah, no shit, honey!" Hank is surprising calmer then me with his reply. "Ok, just...don't...put anymore evidence in your mouth, you got it?" "Got it." "Fucking hell, I can't believe this shit." I pat Hank on the shoulder before he leaves. "You and me both, old man." I tease.

It looks like Connor is in the middle of analyzing. "Anything?" I ask. "He was stabbed 28 times." Hank butts in. "Yeah, seems like the killer really had it in for him." I start looking around the living room. I spot a bag of Red Ice. I scowl. The fucking drug remind me of that dumbass Leo. And from there my mind spirals back down to the events of earlier tonight. Hank notices me holding the back. "Red Ice. Seems our friend Carlos liked to party. Chris, I want full analysis on the narcotics." "Consider it done, Lieutenant." I give the bag to Chris. Hank notices my mood,

>IF YOU TOLD THE TRUTH<

and offers a polite half smile. I give a tight smile back.

>IF YOU LIED<

but doesn't say anything.

I look farther into the house. A dirty mattress, a wardrobe, a bunch of old junk. Past that in the kitchen seems to be where the struggle started based on the evidence. The chairs are turned over, there's a knife missing from its holster, and spatters of blue blood. I feel bad for the android. Could it have been self defense? If so, the android won't get any sympathy or even a proper trial. They'll be scraped. Like Markus... I shake off the thought. I notice Connor go outside, so I follow. It's raining harder then it was when we came in. There aren't any foot prints, but I would expect that after weeks.

"Door was locked from the inside. Killer must've gone out this way." Hank says, walking up from behind. "There are no footprints, apart from officer Collins' size 10 shoes." Connor says. "Well, this happened weeks ago. Tracks fade, Connor. They forget to teach you that?" I tease. He doesn't seem to pick up on it. "I have been programmed to know many things, including the lasting of prints. However, this type of soil would've retained a trace. Nobody's been out here for a long time." I give Hank a 'really?' look. Hank shrugs, and heads back in.

"Uh, nice work, Connor. It's a valuable clue." I praise. It's strange talking to an android who has yet to find his humanity. I guess I'll just have to work him down. "Thank you, detective. That means a lot coming from you." I laugh dryly. "They teach you to be a flatterer too?" I ask. "No, just honest." Then he winks. He fucking winked! Damn, that wink though. He goes back inside, leaving me in shock. Hank sticks his head back out after a moment. "You trying to catch flies? Get in here." I shake off the surprise. "Er...right." I go back inside where Connor decides he's figured it out. "Lieutenant, Detective, I think I've figured out what happened." I lean on Connors shoulder, him being as steady as a pole. "Alright, I trust you. Whatcha got?" I ask. "It all started in the kitchen." We move to the kitchen.

"There're obvious signs of a struggle. The question is, what exactly happened here?" Connor walks over to the knife holder as if getting in the attack. "I think the victim attacked the android with the bat." Hank nods approvingly. Props to Connor. "That lines up with the evidence. Go on." "The android stabbed the victim." "So the android was trying to defend itself, right? Okay, then what happened?" So I was right. It was defense. I had a sinking feeling in my heart. I almost didn't want to find the android. Yes, they should suffer the consequences. But these aren't the right ones. Connor continues. "The victim fled to the living room." I nod. "And in doing so, he tripped over the chair." I go along. "The android murdered the victim with the knife." Connor concludes. The smallest, slightest, smirk on his face.

"Ok, your theory's not totally ridiculous, but it doesn't tell us where the android went." Hank says. "Hey, look at that. Hank approves. Nice job, Rookie." My words seem unnoticed by Connor. "Just my job, Detective. It was damaged by the bat, and lost some Thirium." Hank looks confused, but I knew what he meant because of Markus. "Lost some what?" I speak before Connor. "Thirium. You know, "Blue Blood". It's the blood of androids." I say. Connor nods. "It makes their biocomponents function. It evaporates after a few hours and becomes invisible to the naked eye." I frown. I notice his changing of my words. It's like he's trying to make them seem more robotic. Maybe he is. "Oh...But I bet you can still see it, can't you?" Hank guesses. "Correct."

While Connor does his own search thing. I walk around, pretending to continue to look at evidence. I just want to focus on something else. I end up in the bathroom, the walls scrawled with writing. It's just 'RA9' over and over. And there's a clay figure in the shower. "The hell is this?" I mumble. I'm broken out of my strange trace by Hank shouting. "Hey! Hey! Hey! What are you doin' with that chair?" I peek out to see Connor coming down the hall with one of the kitchen chairs. "I'm going to check something." He replies. "Huh...gonna check something." Hank mocks. Connor sets up the chair, and removes the attic door. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, what do you think you're doing?" I question. "If you're going up, so am I." I add. "If you insist." He says quietly, almost seemingly annoyed. However, he gets off the chair, allowing me to go first. "Ha, nice manners." I joke.

I pull myself up to the dark, dusty room. There's clutter everywhere like old painting and furniture. I notice a maniquine and shudder. I hate maniquines. Connor here's himself up after me. I hold out my gun defensively as we walk through. "Stay behind me." I order Connor quietly. He nods. The floorboards creaks beneath us as we explore the attic. A figure darts past, making my heart race faster. They're up here.. I turn a corner, and the figure burst forward. I can see him in the moonlight. Wounds and blue blood cover his skin and clothes. His LED is red. He's scared. I know it. He's really scared. One thing is for sure. This is the start of something big. "I was just defending myself. He was gonna kill me. I'm begging you. Don't tell them." He begs.

For a moment I forget Connor is even in the room. I pocket my gun, and hold up my hands in truce. "Hey, it's alright, just calm down. We just want-" I hear Hank call, cutting me off. "Connor, what the fuck is going on up there?" Shit! I give Connor a look to keep quiet to let me speak . He looks conflicted for a mere second, but calls back down before me. "It's here, Lieutenant!" I glare at him. The android seems about to hyperventilate. "Holy shit... Chris, Ben, get your asses in here now. Come on!" I hear Hank yell. "Connor, what the hell?" I question. "I'm sorry, Detective. I have to finish my mission." With that, he climbs back down. I look on, expressionless at his leave. I realize Connor is a whole other can of worms. He doesn't really care about anything, does he?...